Spiritual

April 10^th 2005

This 'book' will involve things about God, or things of that nature. Things that are spiritual to me, or seems of the spiritual nature. For you who don't believe, look no further, or be brave, and broaden your outlook.

Journey For Father's Arms - 2:56 p.m. 11/13/05

In my soul I see life as one big maze
full of dead-ends and pitfalls.
With shards of glass to bloody my feet.
Temptations trying to lead me astray.
At times I'm granted a reprieve
from all the pain life throws at me.
Given moments of love and happiness
to help dull the grief.

For years this maze has tried to
destroy me and those I love.
Sometimes I falter, giving into temptation,
sometimes I fall and just give up.
Always though I start walking right again
because I can see my Father waiting there,
His arms wide open for His child to
come running into His loving arms.

Dear Father, thank you - 1:50 a.m. 10/23/05

Once again it's been awhile since I had
the correct words to say to You
but I've finally found my inspiration.
Right here in my heart...

Dear Father, thank You for everything.
For the time You've given me.
The life You've slipt my way.
For the voice You've given me to speak
and the heart to express myself.

Thank You for a soul that's strong
and the eyes to make be see.
For the tears I know how to shed
and the dreams that make me unique.

Now I want to thank You for him.
The man that loves me even when I flee.
Who makes me feel strong when I'm weak
and brings laughter to my life.

Even if he'll always be out of reach
and life takes him away from me.
Thank You for giving me now.
It's more then I ever dreamed.

Dear Father, thank you.

Faithful Presence - 1:47 a.m. 7/8/05

Sometimes this Faith feels so fragile.
It takes no more then a bad day
and I'm passing the blame to You.
Deep in my heart I know You're not
but on the surface of this pain You are.
I rant and rave, saying Your name in vain.
I raise my fist in blame. (I'm so ashamed.)
I know it hurts when I turn away
and I know You still love me.

I know I'm not alone in this Sin.
That someone is constantly turning away,
rejecting everything that You made
and still You patiently wait and love us.
I think that's what makes me turn back.
Makes me see the wrongness in my act.
That's when I know my Faith isn't so fragile.
That even when I go astray I'll turn back
because it's not living without Your presence.

Pray For Someone Else - 1:53 a.m. 4/11/04

I got down on my knees, and prayed.
Atleast I thought I was praying,
then I realized every prayer was about me.
It made me break down and cry.
How selfish could I be with all that's wrong in the world.
How did I bow my head and pray for myself
when I looked outside the door and saw destruction.
Still there I was upon me knees,
My head bowed and hands clapsed together.
Praying for things I thought I would need.

As the tears fell down my cheeks
I didn't ask for forgiveness.
I couldn't forgive myself for that.
I simply stopped looked inside myself and said,
"Ignore that God.
I pray people have a moment of warmth.
That they can find a dry place to sit,
and rest there weary feet.
I pray their stomachs can be full,
and the rest of the day lazy.
I wont pray for peace,
because You've heard it enough.
I just pray that everone believes in You,
and when they bow their heads
they pray for everyone but themselves."

In Every Fiber - 9:51 a.m. 2/28/04

You're in every breath I breathe.
Everything that I see.
You're the beauty for the eyes.
The music for the ears.
A sweetness to smell.
Softness to touch tenderly.
You blessed me with talent.
Most of it I never see.
You gave me love,
and let me spread it around.
You're in every fiber of this world,
but mostly You're in my heart.

Caring Arms - 12:05 a.m. 3/9/05

It's been awhile since I appreciated Your work.
So I took the time to step outside and look around.
I saw Your loving artwork with my own eyes.
How tenderly You created the rose.
How strong and lasting You made the trees.
How beautiful You made the night sky,
and how lovingly You create us.
You gave everything it's own life.
A special place in this world,
and a loving place in Your wonderful heart.
Even when we should walk astray,
and feel like we've been left out,
You'd simply wait for us to look around,
and realize there's always a place
right here in Your caring arms.

Persistent Care - 1:15 a.m. 3/15/05

It's been one of those days.
No one can seem to get along.
The world doesn't seem so beautiful.
Laughter that use to be my music
has fadded away by angry sounds.
Your voice...it was drowned in pain.
Your touch...unfelt by stone skin.
Your love...blocked out by barbed wire.
My faith...temporarily lost.

Then I heard Your voice under the water.
Felt Your touch warm me through the stone,
and then I felt Your love come to me,
around the barbed wire around my heart.
Leaving it alone so as not to injure
my tenderly woeful soul.

My faith...was found by your persistent care.

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