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I have lived my life believing these that I must work hard to make the Lord pleased.
That I must work myself to the bone, to be allowed to approach his throne.
I was afraid to approach him just as me, because I though an eyesore is all he would see.
Because my sin was as vast as the sea, I believed the Jesus’s blood couldn’t cover me.
For these are all thoughts that we all must dispel, for these are all lies from the pit of hell;
Because this is the truth that my father has told me, that we are forgiven and now I see.
That I am the righteousness of Christ and you must know, that nothing in this world can stop his loving flow.
We are forgiven once we believe, that Christ is the only way; so be relieved. Now Christ’s forgiveness is yours too, and nothing can stop him from loving you.

There is no need for sacrifices that is true; but how can that apply to me and you.
Now we can approach his throne and be free, because there is no baggage, theirs only me.
We are forgiven, yes you and me; He has made us his lights for the world to see.
We are not eyesores but diamonds you know, we are his treasures that he will show.
He will show us to the world to show that he cares, that in every detail of life that he is there.
He is within the world to make people whole and that he can makes anyone’s live into a diamond, even when there spirits as dirty as coal.

We are forgiven so we don’t need a sacrifice, because we are seen as valuable treasures in his eyes.

" inspiration from Hebrews 10:14-18"

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Memories of a Mentor

A man has died and taken his place, inside of heaven within its glorious space. This man who had who changed many lives was a man who was once stuck in addiction with all its lies. 
He was a man who bound for hell its true. But God raised him up and made him new. He was called to start twelve step meetings; which would bring healing and hope too many whose lives were fleeting.
 His work saved many people who were lost in their pain; including me who was hurting and insane. This man’s program literally saved my life; when I wanted to end it with a quick slit of a knife.
But now he’s gone, and many are mourning his loss; and I am devastated and feeling lost. I feel chained down to the floor afraid to move and depressed all the more. Never the less I am glad I met him, I am grateful that I was part of his recovery kin. Even now I remember the words he said, with the life he lived and the people he lead.
One of his last words I heard from him still rings true; God will not waste a single hurt that we’ve been through. I will still mourn his loss, but I will never forget. That god is watching over me; and is not finished with me yet.

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Don'T Be Afriad

Don’t be afraid little one; because your father has you.
Don’t be afraid little one; because your father cares for you.
Don’t be afraid little one; because your father loves you.
Don’t be afraid little one; because your father knows you.
I know your fears, I know your pains; I know where your fate hangs.
 I know your struggles, I know your joys; so just hang on to your faith and listen to my voice.
For my love is so deep and my grace is so wide’ that even with a telescope you can’t see the other side.
So trust in me and give me your life and I will carry you through all your strife.
For my grace alone is sufficient for you, and I will love you through and through.
So please leave all of your fears in my hand, because I am here and I understand.
All your fears will fade away, because in my hand you will always stay.
Don’t worry about your sin and cares, and just realize that I am always there. 
Washing you clean with my redemptive blood, for you are worthy, not filled with crud.
Look in the mirror, observe and see that your value is truly based on me.
So don’t be afraid to accomplish my goals, for I have already made you whole.
Through your persecution just realize that you are the reason I let my son die.
For my grace is sufficient for you; and I hope that you soon come to realize it to.

From your loving father.

Luke 12:32

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What Did I Find

What did I find in my childhood, I was beaten laughed at and misunderstood. I tried to cope by cutting my wrist; because I thought my life this would fix.
 	What did I find within my lust, I found these chains and a broken crutch; that I would lean on and cause my life to break and I would hide it behind a mask which was fake.
	What did I find when I was eighteen. I was suicidal because my life was obscene. I thought I was evil and wrenched to the core, and I believe I could only be an eyesore.
	What did I find at my first twelve step meeting, I walked through those doors and found Gods hands of healing. I found my savior the restorer of souls. I did not know it then; but he planned to make me whole.
	He would fill the void within my empty life, and he would hold my hand and guide me through my strife. He showed me I can leave my sin in his hand because he will heal me and help me to stand.
For his love is great and is power is strong. He can heal my addiction and correct all my wrongs.
He taught that I am worthy and forgiven by him, even from my deepest and darkest sin. I have found sobriety from cutting my wrist. He stopped my suicidal tendencies with his mighty fist. He is helping me deal with all my lust, he is teaching me more and more to give him all my trust.	
	Who did I meet at these twelve step meeting. I met Jesus Christ with his hands of healing.

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Hope

Beaten But not Broken.
Fallen but not defeated.
Clinging to the fleeting strands of hope we once knew.
Is life worth living without hope.
Hope is not forgotten.
Hope will be renewed.
Grasp on to the Fleeting strands.
Life will soon improve.

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The Rain

Rain’s falling down and just darkens the ground.
This place seems familiar but I am not sure.
I see him in front of me blocking my way.
I try to push past him but he breaks me down.
His words are like daggers that tear me apart.
His fists are like bullets that that can’t be stopped.
When I’m falling to the ground what do I see.
My determination is crashing down with me.
I try to get up but then I see that my chance to reach my goals has disappeared.

Is there a point to keep fighting? 
If I just keep being beaten black and blue. 
Is there really a point?

He says we have met before, but I can’t see him.
I remember his words but I do not know where.
He asks me how it feels to be a lie, a fake, and a worthless life.
I try to get up but all I see is his giant hands are crashing onto me.

Is there a point to get up? 
If I just keep falling. Is there really a point? 
If I keep being reduced to nothing?

I beg and I plead to please let me leave but he refuses.
Then I look up to his eyes and then I see that the one I have been fighting is truly me.

Rain’s falling down and what do I see, 
I see my own greatest demon staring back at me.
I put down my hands and embrace him and cry.
Cause he is my inner demon living in my mind.

I realize this is not a fight I can win.
 But I can be victorious with help from my friend.
He has been here with me extending his hand.
 I can help you now that you understand.
Your strength alone will not conquer this.
But I will take over if you give me your hand; 
and your dreams will be realized with my footprints in the sand.

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Smoke

Stuck in a haze, vision’s all gray,
Room like a maze, I cannot stay
Mind is a blaze.
Choking on ash, trying to thinks fast
Thoughts will not amass, body’s about to crash.
Last moments starts to flash, 
Suffocation ends at last.



words count (42)
6/3/2020 written for SOME KIND OF SENSUAL' Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by nette onclaud

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A Piece of Me

When a sculpture is made, when art is created, it has color, dimension, that lay a foundation for a feeling.
It's more than a single line or shape. Its whole composition that makes it worth seeing.
Using a pallet of words, and my experience as clay. I will sculpt a story for you today.
A story that me and my brother share. Please give me your attention and show me you care.

This sculpture that has many dimensions, is an example of all human beings .
We are complex, shaped how we view our experiences, thoughts, and feelings.
therefore, our words and behaviors we use today, may affect people immeasurable ways.
So please do not limit your expectations of me, due to what you think is my ability
It’s very aggravating for me to see how people using a word incorrectly to define me.
they create a view me that is 1D, and then they view my accomplishments insignificantly
Autism.
Yes, this is a part but it’s not all,
it’s only a single color, a single line a single word used to define.
I am so much more than one dimension word. I just want what i’m able to do be heard.
I am a blackbelt a martial artist. I am an excellent worker I try my hardest.
I am a college graduate, a worker for the state. I read my own poems that I create.
Autism is only a part of me. So, don’t lock up my potential and throw away the key.
There is much more that exists in me for people to see. Autism just allows me to see the world a little differently.
It’s not a thorn in my side it’s an overlooked ability.
Just like Einstein and Edison let my potential be free.

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Worthy

I am worthy to sit at the right hand of Christ; I am worthy to see Gods shining light.
 I am worthy to work as Christ’s hired hand, to work in the field as he has planned. 
I am worthy of feeling all of Christ’s love, and the love of the father from up above. 
For I am seen as the righteousness of Christ, even when he chose to up his life; 

For God’s great plan of redemption existed before the fall of man. So we can all witness his loving hand.
 As he empties all my backpacks filled with sand, and as we walk together through this wretched land. He will protect me with his righteous right hand.
 
And until I reach the end of my road, he will never let go of his loving hold. 

For when I am finished with my sanctification, I will be seen with him in a pure and perfect body of glorification. 

For by his sacrifice; I am worthy.

Best Poems Written by Jesse Ponnambalam

Blaze

Beautiful and Forgiven

Memories of a Mentor

Don'T Be Afriad

What Did I Find

Hope

The Rain

Smoke

A Piece of Me

Worthy