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ABBA, redeem my heart
By Love’s sweet embrace;
Gently whispers life in me,
My soul set free.
Open wide your sweet embrace,
My ABBA, enfold me please
In waves of grace;
Safe haven in the storm.
Lost sheep cries out
To ABBA without doubt;
Love’s sweet embrace secure
Upon return
And lesson learned.
ABBA’s love is sweetly given
When open hearts abide
Resting by His side
In hope of reassurance
Unending love held near.
Will I receive
And not deceive
This fragile heart of mine?
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Potential full,
This tiny seed;
Encapsulated promises
Not fulfilled;
Unseen.
Watered by Love;
It’s hard shell softens;
Love beckons its release;
grace extended;
promises unfold;
new life to behold,
Yet,
but
a
glimpse
of new beginning.
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Dark night of my soul
Where fear and pain reside,
As rulers on their throne,
What courage cannot muster
To fight this battle within
And overcome its hold.
I seek to find resolve
To enter and seek a way to find
A way to remove its hold
In the dark night of my soul
And morning joy I seek
When it’s time does peak.
Dark nigh its lessons bring
If I seek to find them,
While morning waits to come.
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The heart above all things, most fragile,
bears all things.
So easily wounded when past scars beckon;
Unhealed, unreckoned.
Reminding me;
of life’s journey past,
awaiting to be healed,
forgiveness to be sealed.
Forgiveness must allow
the healing that I wish.
For the heart above all things, most fragile;
bears all things where love abides,
when healing does reside.
Today, an opportunity not to miss
the healing that I wish.
So, ABBA, forgiveness I release
so healing will replace,
and love most precious will abide
when forgiveness does reside.
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A journey together,
Storms to weather;
Companions unlikely joined
Despite their task
on this path which many ask,
“Why the battle?”
“Why the pain?”
“Does not God care?”
Martyr whispers gently,
“Surrender to Love’s grander plan.”
Warrior shouts the battle cry,
“Persevere, victory’s at hand!”
Martyr teaches mercy, grace and love
to tame the tyrant within.
Warrior teaches perseverance, courage and strength;
the tyrant to overcome.
Companions unlikely joined
For this journey long
Companions to aide
Along this path long laid.
Healing the prize
Despite surprise.
Lessons to be learned;
Trust to be earned,
to heed the other’s voice
and make the wiser choice.
This battle within needs each
For which to teach;
As guides along the way.
Martyr entreats Warrior,
“Surrender to Love’s call,
For grace and mercy extended to all.”
Warrior enjoins Martyr,
“Be strong, be courageous,
Honesty within
To conquer every sin!”
Warrior needs Martyr
to tame the tyrant within.
Martyr needs Warrior
To defeat the tyrant;
For victory to win!
The journey for this tyrant within,
Beckons Love’s call;
Grace and mercy to all.
Healing within and without;
Love’s nature calls out;
Surrender control;
Be courageous! Be strong
to right each wrong;
Start within.
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Life escapes me;
Moving beyond my control;
My heart broken
in a million tiny pieces;
The wounds are deep;
Evading every part of me …
But, Love begins a healing process
Deep within my cocoon
Gently soothing, healing deeply
in the painful places …
Will I trust?
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My voice, long muffled by evil hand;
With one intent –
Erase my voice,
My power,
My dream.
The hand of evil my voice does cover;
Prohibiting its discover;
And nausea rises up in me;
Longing to purge
the pain stuffed down for, oh, so many years,
And, oh, so many tears;
Like regurgitating bile within.
Though nausea rises up in me,
wanting to be purged,
My voice awaits to be set free;
And flight given to all that is within me.
What wondrous things ahead do lie,
with this voice to be released?
What will it say?
What will it dream?
My Savior, My Father, set me free
To give my voice a place;
Rise up within me without disgrace;
There is impact to be made!
Impact to set the captives free;
But first to start with me.
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Out of the fire,
Life grows.
The flames burn strong,
Bold,
And sear my soul.
My heart grows faint,
Weary.
The pain,
The intolerable pain,
Burning.
Yea, though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
I will fear no evil in the flames,
Searing,
Searching,
To cleanse my soul;
To release the Light
In the dark night
of my soul.
In the fire,
Love brings forth life
Out of pain;
Darkness exposed;
Evil released;
My heart cleansed
Set free;
Life grows.
Shall I endure
For lessons to be learned
And freedom to obtain?
Shall I wait upon the Lord
To be set free?
Will I persevere?
The Warrior rises up;
To fight;
To endure;
For victory is sought.
Out of fire
New life grows.
The journey long
And narrow is the way.
The day becomes night
My heart weary
Loses might;
Becoming faint;
Despair.
The Warrior,
Champion of my soul
Rises up,
To fight,
To endure;
To persevere;
For victory to claim.
Out of the fire
New life grows
Giving rise to hope.
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Surrender;
Dark path to release
fear’s control
and seek peace.
Journey long;
Enduring wrong;
No retaliation sought
In this battle to be fought
within myself.
Flesh cries out,
Longing to shout,
“My heart breaks,
it aches.
This task I cannot bear!
Life’s not fair!”
Surrender;
Dark path without control
To release fear’s hold.
No weapons to embrace;
But Love to seek
And healing in this place
where fear resides
and terror takes its refuge.
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Love leads the way to freedom
Through peaceful surrender,
so tender.
Sweet surrender release my hold
to seek your gold.
Crumbling defenses are bold;
Desperately clinging,
Despite agony’s stinging.
Fear cements each brick
in this fire
despite earnest desire
to seek Love’s sweet surrender.
Fear clings tight
Chocking my will
in this fight
Holding firm to control
Despite its toll.
Love whispers its promises;
Surrender the door,
Empowered by trust
Not to end in dust.
Love’s sweet surrender will not disgrace.
Sweet surrender
Release my hold
To seek your gold-
a life of peace.
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