Some Old Poetry I Wrote...

How could I not see you
Standing there in the cold
The rain falling down
dancing off your shadow
In the bright moonlight
Silently you reach out to me
to wipe away my tears
The touch of your hand
upon my cheek
Warms me to the depth of my soul
How could I feel lost
when I look into your eyes
I know I have found my home
it is here safe in your arms
I used to think
I could make it on my own
Hold the pain inside
and never let it go
But I was blind by the darkness
stumbling with no one
to help me find my way
Broken and alone
Until the day I met you
You reached out your hand
grasping mine never letting go
You turned my world so I looked
at it a different way
Now I smile when I think of you
and the light you brought
that shines inside of me
Making me whole when you are near
I know that I am complete
How I got this far without you
beside me...(How I do love you).

[I don't even remember if there was a guy that influenced this one back in the day. I just found it in a notebook so I'm posting it. I guess it could have just been written with no one in particular in mind. We'll never really know for sure. Originally written: 10/12/03]


The Light of Your Son...
shines warmth on my face
Resting my weary soul
comforting the brokenness within
Your brilliance illuminates my eyes
Till your glory is all I see
I lay still and revel in the fullness of your love

How your hands reach so far out to me

The continual stregnth of your power
overcomes my many weaknesses
Opening my vulnerability completely
before your throne
With you there are no hidden things
In your presence I have no secrets

You wait for me to come so patiently

In your presence I can not
help but break
The pain, anguish and tears
I've kept inside for so long
Flow freely as I feel your spirit
wash over me renewing my heart

My soul is awakened and I am undone

With one touch you took away
What I build up to shut you out
I stand in amazement at what your
love has done
Your love has changed me
I'm new again, refreshed and renewed

Forever thankful, eternally grateful
You have made your mercies new every mourning...