#forYou

i The Brain Where has motivation drifted to? A factor which keeps me sane, grounded, and away from troubling desolation? I’ve lost sense of the feeling behind having a form of purpose: all because I thought it would be nice to slowly stop functioning. ii. The Personal Catastrophes Alwa...

I have been a lie, Clean on the outside broken enough in the inside: But there is a true light— Which shines from above And it blinds my sight outright. With this light I do see— And that which is deeply hidden No longer doubted much upon: What would Jesus do here? #ForYou #ChristianPoetr...

I could not have imagined before the excessive parchment of the living water, craving the well and the falls upon the pastures much greener than hoped for… And I’m a wanderer lost in communication; attempting to see the invisible and reaching out in outstretched, shaky demeanor: broken past the exp...

At the end of the day, when the night falls upon me as ashes and sand, You will pull me close. At the end of the day, when I’ve got no strength left— I fight; a little bit more to get closer to Your highest embrace. I know for sure that You continue with me wherever I turn in this unpredictable w...

Where have I missed the lessons? Where do I struggle to live a little more? Why do I just sit and struggle? Why don’t I just let these obstacles go? Ferris wheels go up and down, Raising me up towards the clouds, But as soon as I would float for a moment; I would soon crash down, down— Down, and...

In the searching, a soft voice whispers: Why do all of this doubting? Where has your grain-sized faith gone to? Drifting down wild streams and stopping near the shelter of a shielded grassy meadow. I’m by your side, in the good times and the bad. Overturning the lack of trust and wiping awa...

Adrift the sound of reassurance, Longing for Your presence: a little closer to me. These are the days of little worries. These are the days of blossoms blooming and leaves withering, Days of old and new mingling— Praises heard and choirs singing. These are the days of the good. I’m found in ...

Your attempts to destroy me have failed: I Am still standing—though the floor befriends me and the doubts are unclear. I Am still fighting the good fight; Making it clear to my self that I Am with you, through the tough and the good; Delivered from goodness and strength I Am still fighting the...

Nothing’s changed since the last time I prayed for you. Time got tougher, and sure, my heart got softer— but you were still out of the big picture. After all, we like to cry when things don’t go right. I remain spinning around the memories we held, always thanking God for the fact that I got to k...

There will be many times when we won’t reach each other clearly; and I’ll call out in the depths of my mournful dreams— “Will I ever see you again? It was just yesterday that we held each other; what will happen to us next?” I can still see you…begging for our final moments together. We don’t ...

🌨🌨 Give me a second—I can finally breathe: Your outstretched hand calls me, But I’m not near where You will be. I’ll keep running, because I miss You. I’ll keep walking, because im near You. I’ll keep hoping, because You love me. Most importantly, I’ll keep you near my every he...

I’m no cruel person, but my heart is all dried up, consistently strengthening against the pains it must endure. I’ve found living water in the midst of constant droughts and depression— But that gives hope for the hearts never found. Now I live, unsure if my tricks are worth much. I w...