Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Still looking for a reason to believe
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Tim Hardin
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Lift your empty hands to HIM
Treasures
One by one He took them from me,
All the things I valued most,
Until I was empty-handed;
Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth's highways, grieving.
In my rags and poverty.
Till I heard His voice inviting,
"Lift your empty hands to Me!"
So I held my hands toward heaven,
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches,
Till they could contain no more.
And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind and dull,
That God COULD not pour His riches
Into hands already full!
-Martha Snell Nicholson
This was Martha's poem. Martha was wrong about one thing: It is NOT GOD who takes things from us. However, it IS GOD who heals, delivers and restores what has been lost--when we lift our hands to HIM. I am believing for that in my life and for you as well. Happy New Year and God Bless you all.
The Secret
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Lyrics | Natasha Bedingfield lyrics - Pocket Full Of Sunshine lyrics
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I KNOW what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the t...