Friday, April 29, 2011

Lost Friendship

                 I see your smile
                 I know your mind
                 No words need be said
                 I understand.

                 Focused on each other
                 We listen and we care
                 Laughter ripples like water
                 Together, we are.

                 Others are here, yes,
                 And we value them, yes,
                 But a special bond remains,
                 A line between us two.

                 Each friendship is special
                 Each is unique
                 And so is ours
                 We know.

                 And then time begins to roll
                 and rear it’s ugly head
                 Change begins
                 Now a little less than before.

                 Slowly, surely,
                 Not knowing why
                 Faster, stronger, without care
                 Our world shifts and shimmers and splits.

                 Shattered shards cascade down
                 Spurred by angry, lashing words
                 Contorted faces, stone deaf ears
                 Outside the whirlwind,
                 We die inside. 

                 The scars run deep
                 Jagged clefts in our souls
                 We have succeeded in hurting
                 And hurt ourselves.

                 So you move on
                 And I remain
                 We keep on living
                 Turn our faces apart.
                 Now I glance across
                 At you from outside
                 Shaded eyes dry with tears
                 New friends, new life.
                 Laughter, smiling (clenched teeth)
                 The flippant toss of the head
                 The enclosure surrounds you
                 I cannot come near.
                 From behind my glass window
                 I know more than those within
                 I see the hurt in your eyes
                 I know the pain in your smile
                 I have been there before - I love you
                     Why do you pretend?

                 I hate to see your pain
                 And I cry inside
                 Tears deep within my soul
                 I cannot help you anymore.

                 What we had once
                 We can never have again.

                 The scars run deep,
                 But I still care.

                 You were my friend.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

What I Could Not Do

By the precious blood of Jesus
Like a lamb without blemish or spot
He redeemed us from our futile ways
That the world and our sinfulness taught.

Though our sins be as scarlet and crimson
By His blood we are washed white as wool
His presence to cleanse and to heal us
His peace to restore and make whole.

Our pardon was purchased on Calvary
A new covenant sealed by His blood
What we could not do, He did for us
When He washed away sin like a flood.

Fear not said our Great God and Savior
To approach the great Father above
It’s His pleasure to give you the kingdom
Tender mercies and unfailing love.

We are beckoned - approach the throne boldly
Our entrance secured through the cross
No matter how small, or great the request
Not one word is forgotten or lost.

Who Knows???????????????

Nobody knows the trials I've faced
Nor faced the trials I've known,
Except for the One who died for my sin
And shed precious blood to atone.

Nobody knows the weight I have borne
Nor borne the weight I have known,
Except for the One who suffered the cross
Forsaken by friends and alone.

Nobody knows the tears I have cried
Nor cried the tears I have known,
Except for the One who has dried every tear
By the comfort and grace He has shown.

Nobody knows the battles I've fought
Nor fought the battles I've known,
Except for the King who conquered death
And into whose arms I have flown.

Nobody knows the victories I've won
Nor won the victories I've known,
Except for the King who calls me His child
Whom He loves and will never disown.

I'M TRYING, BUT...................

I’m trying, but…
what I want to do,
I don’t do enough of,
and what I don’t want to do,
I do too much of.
I know the rules for a Christian life,
according to the Bible,
and I’m trying; I really am, but…
heaven and eternity seem so far away,
and the rampantly materialistic world
presses in so close
from every direction, every side,
that I get distracted.
Focus, focus, focus!
I need to focus, laser-like
on a simple, God-centered life.
Do I really need
to make that frivolous purchase,
instead of giving the money
to someone who needs it
so much more than I do?
Can I watch that TV show,
read that book, listen to that song
that contains (and promotes!)
even a little bit
of what the Bible forbids,
without being corrupted?
Do I do enough
to love and help and encourage others?
Pride always hovers,
eagerly waiting
to subdue and conquer humility,
so I think too much of myself.
I know the rules;
the Bible makes everything clear.
Forgive me, Lord;
I’m trying, but…

Romans 7:15
Matthew 6:19
Matthew 22:39
Philippians 4:8

By Joanna Fuchs


a Sigh of relief pooooooooooofff....................                      seems to be far away in the woods. analyzing things to go my way but shit happens on my way. Waiting in anxiety for the DAY to come and get me by the blink of the eye lid and take me to the place i belong