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Believe

Become completely vulnerable
Stand at the edge of the mountain 
And lift up your hands 
To the one who gave it all
So you could have it all 
Breathe in the grace flooding from the heavens 
Do not fight it 
Close you eyes and allow your burdened past to be washed away 
You are new
You are beautiful
You are who you will become, not who you once were 
You are His
Whisper into the wind softly as you hear the things you never had the courage to hear before 
Listen carefully and be inspired to be like wind 
Strong yet calm 
Bold yet cautious 
Become grounded by the faith lifting you up higher and higher 
Feel the earth beneath you and know God makes beautiful things out of dust and can most definitely make beautiful things
Out of us
Stand at the edge of the mountain 
And be fearless 
You are stronger, more powerful than this mountain could ever be 
Because you are the daughter of a king 
Who can move mountains with a single word, a single breath 
And He has given you the strength to do the same with faith as small as a mustard seed 
Stand at the edge of the mountain 
And be steadfast 
Listen to the beat of your heart 
And know you were crafted by the same creator who painted the earth and decided to 
Mold one of you
You are a creation 
You are a masterpiece 
Now go make some art 
And be a light 
To unearth the glory of our father

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My God

My God never fails me
My God seeks me 
And finds me 
My God adores me 
My God wants me 
My being 
My heart
My entirety 
The shards, the mess, the shame 
My God desires it all 
Because My God desires me 
My God sought beauty in this earth 
So He created me 
A flower planted in the garden of my Father’s hand 
In His eyes, 
I am beautiful because I am sowed and reaped endearingly and perfectly 
My God believes in me 
So much
That he gave me Christ- 
A worth 
An identity like any other 
My God trusted the World in my hands 
So My God breathed life into my soul 
So I live 
I rejoice  
And I love 
For the one 
Who turned me from a mustard seed into the mountain 
So I stand courageously 
Knowing my God is my God 
And I am exactly who He made me to be 
His

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Running

They say mind over matter.
But for a runner,
It's heart over mind. 
Anticipation runs through my veins 
And doubt fills my mind, 
But the gun goes off  
And nothing seems to matter other than time:  
"We will soar on wings like eagles, 
We will run and not grow weary" 
The sound of footsteps, 
The sound of heartbeats,
All in unison 
All in tune 
I hear passion with every inhale
And love
With every exhale
As the winds pass,
So have the years.
But the recollections of it all,
Shall never fade.
The laughter in our breaths 
And the pain in our limbs   
For there's nothing greater than 
The beauty of pain 
And the pain of beauty. 
There's just something about the sunsets painted in the sky 
That form the pictures in my mind,
The ones with teammates
by my side 
With pride in our hearts
And God's overwhelming grace in all that surrounds. 
4 indescribable years, 
4 years of growth, 
4 years of experience,
4 years of memories, 
And here's what I've learned:  
Times are meaningless,
When memories 
Are timeless.
The race may have ended, 
But the journey has just begun.

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Forever In Awe of the One Who Created It All

The stars you place in the eerie night sky 
Are guidance for my ever wandering heart and soul.
The wind on a summer afternoon 
Are your silent whispers 
Traveling to my ears,
Reassuring me
That everything is falling to place 
In the works of your hands.
The sun is an emulation 
Of your overwhelming love
For It surrounds me on a daily basis.
Consumed I am 
And happy through it all.

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I Bet

I bet you don't see the stars in his eyes 
The galaxies that encompass his mind 
The beauty of darkness 
Held within a heart 
That never knew how to love 
I bet you can't comprehend his thoughts that embody black holes 
Lost within the calamity of it all 
But my heart always had his embraced within the grip of my palm 
But it lead astray 
The constellations didn't quite align correctly 
The planets orbited incoherently  
And that path 
Mistakingly lead to you 
So here I am 
Lost within the concept of time and space 
Who fell in love with a star 
That was dead at first sight

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Butterflies

There was once a little girl,
And a little boy.
The little girl was all alone,
Without a care in the world.
She had eyes as bright as the sun and a heart 
That bloomed with the flowers around her head.
She wrote on pages that 
Only her heart knew of
And sang in melodies only 
The birds 
Could sing along with.
But then,
A little boy 
Came up to her,
And took her hand without saying 
A word at all.
She didn't question his gesture, 
But rather smiled with glee 
For she was one 
To always enjoy adventure.
He ran with a sprint,
And she couldn't help but to follow. 
Her mind couldn't stop racing just wondering  where on earth 
He was possibly taking her. 
They stopped in the middle of a beautiful field. 
Breath taken she was 
At the sight of it all:
Trees adorned the field and butterflies fluttered 
In the flawless sky above.
They were attracted to the flowers in her hair 
And in the same manner,
Her heart
Was attracted to them.
The little boy tip toed into the air 
In such a way 
That made the little girl's eyes gleam. 
He caught a butterfly from the air and with the cutest sparkle in his eye,
Handed it to the girl.
Her dainty fingertips held the creature 
As their hands touched 
For a second or two 
Just enough time for her stomach 
To make a leap or two.
She looked at the fragile creature 
With a sense of wonderment and awe   
For its colors were far beyond her imagination
But she was still in love with them 
Nevertheless. 
But then, 
The butterfly escaped her hands 
And flew off into the breathtaking skies 
As a tear 
Fell from her eye. 
The boy ran after the creature 
And that was the last time 
She ever saw the boy.
Left in a field 
Where her tears 
Were the only ones she had near. 
And just like this, 
You left. 
You were the first 
To show me 
The beauty of butterflies 
And how they felt to have them overwhelm 
My heart and mind.
And you were also the first 
To show me 
How it feels to fall in love them 
And have them leave. 
You've taught me beauty and destruction 
You've taught me happiness and sadness 
You've taught me things 
I wish 
I never had to learn: 
I fall in love with things 
That are only bound to leave. 
And you,
Are one of these

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Fake

They called her fake. 
But little do they know that 
Life is a masquerade,
Filled with actors
Reading scripts created by corrupted society.
Nothing but fallacies and superficiality contained within each line.
We live to please society,
But we still can't please ourselves.  
We smile in a world
Drowning in tears.
We laugh to our heart's content,
when it's broken beyond repair.
We smile during the day 
to be rid of the inevitable tears at night.
People judge, 
without even knowing how to judge themselves 
We love people 
when we can't even love ourselves. 
And we inspire others 
to one day,
Inspire ourselves.
And with this  
I believe "Fake" is 
Too derogatory
But rather, I prefer to call us human,
trying to be accepted into a world 
That isn't always so accepting

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My Story

Why is it when I'm lost
My thoughts always seem to be found?
Somewhere amongst the middle of the never ending sky with my past
Left on land
And my future held within the interlacing clouds and hues of blue.
Serenity overfills my heart,
As despair flees
Because for once in my life,
I'm finally free
Where I'm everything 
I ought to be.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who feared the monsters that fought inside her mind and overtook the beauty of her soul
For they soon turned into nightmares
She could fathom no longer. 
But strength won the battle for her heart and now the little girl writes her story
With the tip of her pen that tattoos love and passion 
On every inch of her body 
For all to admire.
So I guess every story has its own happy ending 
That spindles with the thread of time.
And as I get more and more lost within the perplexity of it all,
I begin to see my life unfolding
As my heavenly author
Writes my story.

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I'M Ready

I'm ready 
To leave the wounds of my past
Far away 
From the promises of my tomorrow,
Held by the one
Who saved my every sorrow.
I'm ready
To break the wall of chains
And defeat the monsters that tear me up inside
For it's time for this battle to cease
And for my soul
To attain victory at last.
I'm ready
To take the tears bounded by my fears
And bottle them up
For they belong in the streams of lost dreams.
So,
With the turn of the calendar,
I kiss the pain of yesterday goodbye 
And say hello to the beauty of time and new beginnings
For I know my future is bright 
Since the one who created the sun and stars
Is in control of it all.

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A Girl's Soul

She personified the future 
To reassure her soul 
That tomorrow held her heart 
Within his grasp,
Tight and secure.
She let go of her every fear 
As they fell down into the depths of the hollow earth 
In order to embody the blissfulness of wind.
And as it surrounds her,
She learns to become one with it 
For nothing 
Has quite felt so right or serene.
She smiles with the yellow poppies 
That line the never ending fields
And the path of her future
With sunshine 
That shines from a spirit 
That's bound to be hers,
Forever to remain gold 
And never to become old 
For a tale so beautiful has never been told, 
Since every girl's soul has already been sold.