The warrior’s eyes are wide and wild,

As into danger’s face she stares.

You could not guess her heart was pounding.

You could not see that she was scared.

She took her stance, tall and strong.

Darkness was unprepared,

By the courage she possessed,

The beautiful heart she proudly bared.

I let me slip

And now they tread

So light and far away

So scared I’ll trip

And lose my head

No trust that I am sane

I didn’t flip

My mind’s not dead

Please give me trust again

                                 
Guilt is a disease. A slow                                   .
infection spread by evil                                    
deeds. It burrows it's vile                                
head underneath your                                        
exposed chest and eats                                  
away at your heart.                                      
The memory of evil festers                        
and grows into an                                             .
unsurmountable mass.                                      
You can act perfect,                                          
unblemished, but deep down,                          
guilt says you are
unforgivable, irredeemable
until, slowly, you begin to
believe it.


Redemption is a medicine
it seeps into your soul,
clearing the muck.
It does not rid you of guilt,
but encases it and locks it away,
allowing joy and light to burst
forth from within. You may not
be perfect
You may be blemished.
But you are forgiven.
You are redeemed.

i am clay
shaped and molded
through water and fire

my head hits the ground
shatters into shards
my thoughts run rampant in the streets

i jump and claw at them
they jeer and taunt
i gather some pieces

my thoughts slip away
ideas to the valley
emotions to the mountain top

"We might bend, but we won't break."

What kind of foolishness is this?

"I won't fall, though I might shake."

Ignorance is not always bliss

He never promised us not to break,

He swore, broken he would fix.

He never promised a mere shake,

But that we fall into arms, His.

Alone through life we cannot make.

If nothing in your life's amiss,

A few steps back should you take. 

It should not be as easy as this,

When salvation is at stake,

And in your ear is Satan's hiss.

I close my eyes and taste the wind blowing softly off the salty waves

Far from land and farther from home I calmly drift away

Freedom fills my lungs as I gaze on a barren horizon

I smile as I am surrounded and filled with a spirit of peace

What lay beyond me is untainted by the touch of man

A untameable flood bound by the spoken word of God

What magnificent beauty graces this earth