Thank you, AdstarI missed this whole thread till today...
Inspiring work Magenta.. You really have some talent there..
Thank you, AdstarI missed this whole thread till today...
Inspiring work Magenta.. You really have some talent there..
You make me cry.How can I ever undo
All the harm that I have caused
Not only did I hurt myself
I broke the karmic laws
I never meant to harm a soul
No heart I meant to break
I only wanted what I thought was mine
But not to take
I tried to live
I tried to give
I tried to stay afloat
I tried to stay on even's keel
And not to rock the boat
Somehow I failed in even this
Somewhere I strayed amiss
Too many questions asked of love
Had swamped my life's abyss.
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You cannot know how lost I was
How desperate for the truth
You don't know why I hid myself
And traded on my youth
Don't hold me up to Juliette
She knew your love was real
Our love was unspoken
And our hearts we did conceal
I just ran across this one, and realized you had more poems.I am new here, having just joined earlier todayI am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
I read your poems, it was hard to pick a favorite. Each one had a special message, with very powerful words. They should be in a book, thanks for sharing God BlessI am new here, having just joined earlier todayI am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
Thank you for your very kind words, Von... God bless you!I read your poems, it was hard to pick a favorite. Each one had a special message, with very powerful words. They should be in a book, thanks for sharing God Bless
What a beautiful thank youThank you for your very kind words, Von... God bless you!
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I am new here, having just joined earlier todayI am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
OH YEAH!*
I tried to shield this heart from love
To spare myself the pain
Forlorn indeed I fell
And this endeavor wrought my sham
I am new here, having just joined earlier todayI am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
Well youare born again christ set youfree your worries are behind youAll glory to God
Jesus, everlasting King
A Son, our brother
what is love..I am new here, having just joined earlier todayI am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
I figure someone might get mad that i commented on an old post.I am new here, having just joined earlier todayI am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
It was indeed a very bad year for me, but I must take responsibility for that fact also!I figure someone might get mad that i commented on an old post.
This poem was well writing, but so sad, and yet intriguing mystery. 1988 was when I got baptized. 1988 sounds like it sucked for you.
was you 14 years old when you wrote that poem?It was indeed a very bad year for me, but I must take responsibility for that fact also!
Although there were definite highlights. One in particular:
God revealed His forgiveness and unconditional love to me.
It took many years for me to respond appropriately
In fact it took another profound encounter.
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