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The Sun begins to rise as I lay here in bed,
Listening as these questions repeat in my head.
I know I should be sleeping
But I choose to listen instead.
Searching for an answer, but most are left unsaid.

Another sleepless night, as a new day begins.
These nights are becoming dreadful, as the days begin to blend.
If only I had answers, these questions would finally end.
But my thoughts are in tangles and my mind begins to bend.

Days become a struggle just to do the best I can.
I know I need your help, im reaching for your hand.
I heard that you were with me, even when I chose to sin.
If so, dear lord I ask, rid my life of these troubles, lift me up again.

{ I know the sky's overhead are turning black now.
You can't walk anymore, you put your head down.
Kneeling in the mud as the rain falls all around.
With tired eyes, you look to the heavens for a way out. }

" Dear Lord I'm calling out your name!
I'm on my knees in the pouring rain!
Please lift me up, wash my sins away!
I cant hold the hand of the man I was
yesterday! ”

I thought I was dreaming when I saw the bright light.
Two hands lowering down upon me from somewhere in the sky
I watched in disbelief, startled by such a sight
As these great hands began to open, lifting me up high.

I feel your presence surround me.
Your hands lift me up with warmth all around me,
A sense of peace flows deep
within me, so gracefully.
As I'm carried away, I drift off to sleep.…

" Fear not my son as you open your eyes. "

A voice echoed within me so deep,
waking me in fright,
I blink a few times to clear the haze from my eyes.
I realize I’m on my knees in a room of pure white.

I was clean and dry, kneeling before an alter, no more than seven steps high.
Each step trimmed in gold,
Each step draped with light.

I notice a candle burning on the floor before me.
Its flame did not flutter, It burned with grace.
Giving off a light so brilliant and captivating that before i knew it,
I was admiring just a few inches away...

This candle wasn't normal.
It was not ordinary by any means
It gave off a light of its own, separate from its flame.
The candle was red in color,
With a flame that burned white.
It sat in a golden holder,
Etched clearly and beautifully with my name on each side.

Astonished and thinking this had to be a dream,
A puddle of wax began to form on the floor underneath,
And In this puddle, I began to see.
Memories of my life playing
In the melted scenery .

After several minutes of silence, I looked up in fear..
And was shocked to see the son of God standing above me in tears.

I asked him...

" Dear Lord, why cry over me?
I have spent life in sin as I saw in these scenes."

With eyes filled with sadness he looked down on me and in a deep, trembling voice he suddenly began to speak,

“ I love you my son and there is good in your heart. You asked for my help tonight because you were falling apart. It saddens me to watch as you live your life this way. If only you would call upon me more often, you would see better days. “

Suddenly with a jolt, I awoke in my bed.
Apparently it had been a dream,
I wasn't standing before the Lord and I wasn't dead.
I sat up and began to remember, as I wiped the sweat from my head .
My heart was still pounding and my face was flushed red.

While thinking of the dream, I noticed a difference about this day.
I woke up with no worries, no troubles or pain.
Realizing this was a blessing, a second chance to change.
I hit my knees and with all my heart, I desperately began to pray.

"Dear lord, I thank you for your blood, your care and your tears. I see the importance of life now, my eyes are finally clear. I pray that you join me, right here by my side. I know my past was filled with regret, but back then I was blind. With your help, Dear Lord, I can make a new life. Together we can walk the path that leads to your light. "

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Alone With My Thoughts

Lying here, alone with my thoughts, 
I search through the chaos to make sense of it all. 
My chest grows tighter the farther I fall, 
Suffocating me slowly in a sea of my faults. 
I spiral downward with every regret, 
All the memories and pain I never could forget. 
Intense with shame and hate all the same,
I closed my eyes only to wake in my bed.
Alone with my thoughts, 
Alone once again...

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Reflecting Regret

Through the eyes looking back in this mirror I see. 
Love lost and heart break, shrouded in disbelief
I see forgotten intentions and half hearted lies. 
Cold neglect and unspoken goodbyes. 

Mirror mirror, 
why show me this shame? 
I chose to forget, I buried this pain. 
I've changed my ways, this past is behind me. 
But once again im reminded, of the man I used to be. 

Mirror mirror, please let me forget? 
I can't continue living in constant regret. 
Everyday I read the story these eyes sadly tell.
Im reminded of the hurt, the loss and the hell. 

As im reminded of this dark past behind me
I remember the reason I chose to be free
Mirror mirror,
I understand,
Now I finally see.
Remembering these sins is what keeps them beneath me.

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Sun Kissed Sand

I can't wait.
I dream about the day,
The day I see you,
Standing there in the salty air.
Sun kissed sand glistening in your hair.
The warmth on the bottom of our bare feet 
With everyone we love watching from their seats.
And I will kiss you.
I will kiss the salt and the sand right off your face.
And you will know then how much I love you.
With that kiss I give you My heart.
Forever beside yours they will lay.
Forever beside yours,
In their final resting place.

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Gods Masterpiece

Quietly sitting,

as the Sun begins to rise. 

The birds begin chirping, 

As nature opens her eyes. 

No words can express,

The peace that you feel. 

As you witness the beauty,

God's hands once held. 

You sit back astonished,

As His art fills your eyes. 

You realize how creative He was,

When He created life. 

Never once did you notice this beauty before. 

Not once in the park on your morning walks before.

God’s creations surround our lives each day. 

From the rays of the Sun, 

To every drop of rain. 

He created this for us. 

Now its clear to me,  

It’s sad how we take for granted all the  love we receive.

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With This Pen

With this pen, I paint an image of you.
Not a portrait, but a true portrayal of you.
The ink flows into words that dance across your hair.
The end of each sentence marking a cross that you bear.

A painting would be suitable for some.
With beautiful colors, cascading down on you from above.
But, those colors mearly hide the truth behind your smile.
With the right shade of light and a light smear, it becomes a cosmetic fix for a while.

My words flow through every crack and fill every shadow.
They bring all light to the surface, for the reader to see within the shallows.

The image of you that I create can be vivid and great. 
But with this pen, my words can also design your fate.

You see the truth here is that my words hold all truth.
They leave no place for lies to hide, with each word holding proof.

In the readers eyes, my words are you…
With this pen, I can create you…
With this pen, I can finish you...

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Ashes of the Past

You walk alone, You carry on.
Looking ahead, Forgetting it all.
Your knees are week, you struggle to stand.
You fight to hold on with trembling hands. 

Each step feels higher, each mile feels longer.
The days seem endless and the nights grow colder,
You walked away from who you were, you turned away and watched it burn.
Shedding your skin, you become new again,
As your mind slowly forgets who were back then.

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Brothers

Running after school, through the woods, to the creek. 
Happy and as free as the mud on our feet. 

We would explore and crack jokes until the sun went down, 
Never having anything to worry about in our little town. 

We were always together, rarely away from each other. 
We were more like best friends, too close to be brothers. 

We would fight until we couldn't fight anymore, 
Whether we were fighting ourselves, or the kids next door. 

I miss our long talks when we were alone. 
Just drinking a few beers and listening to songs. 

You didn't have to end your life so soon. 
I understand things were hard, but I was there to help you through.  

I miss you man and I wish you were here. 
But until we meet again, I'll sit right here, remembering the good times, as I drink a beer.

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Ripple the Surface

Still as the night air.
Full of life, 
Yet crystal clear.
A little world so vibrant, 
So alive.
Only to be hidden deep below the reflected eye.

Holding on with each breath from the wind.
It's colors, smeared and faded red.
Once lush and majestically shown.
Now it dances, naked, lifeless and alone.

Even the clouds in the sky hold secrets in their hands.
Something so blue, so immense over head.
Can quickly turn gray from a silent violence within.

The reflected eye, is the neglected eye.
What seems full of life may hold darkness inside.
Before you judge, before you speak.
Ripple the surface, understand whats beneath.

Best Poems Written by Brandon Stephenson

Three Tear Drops

The Path To the Light

Alone With My Thoughts

Reflecting Regret

Sun Kissed Sand

Gods Masterpiece

With This Pen

Ashes of the Past

Brothers

Ripple the Surface