I know He truly loves me,

for I had been so lost.

Names are just the labels,

we give ourselves at what cost?

I have been a drunkard,

living on the street.

I am also mentally ill,

my own hatred I now defeat.

We are His wondrous rainbow,

a palette of color to behold.

He does not see the outside,

but looks within our soul.

We all put up a stronghold,

to protect the inner child.

The door to Him is always locked,

but He sees thru our guile.

I am far from perfect,

but I cried unto Him come in,

His grace is sufficient; He died for my sins.

 

Dixie Lynn 2/3/07

 

It is good that he is there for

those who need a helping hand

but he cannot do it all and so

leaves some to understand

that they must be their councel

for their problem is for life

and time will teach then how

to deal with bigotted strife.

I leave him to the others

for now I'm fully grown

and when it's time for meeting,

I'll have got there ~ on my own.

Indeed, My Friend...to be one's own counsel means that

one learnes more about 'self' and how to take care of it.

 

Life is rather like having a baby, lol, it doesn't come with a hand book

and anyways, every book would be so different.

 

Thanks Mikhail, Zy

Hi Zy

 

He said that he would love me

But I never heard a word,

I thought,

The way my life had gone

How that now seems absurd.

For I strained to hear an echo,

Maybe

Hear the second time around

But

Again the world was silent

As I

Crawled

Along the ground

But then in a moment of inspiration

A thought to me occured

It doesn't mean

It can't be true

Just because

I never heard!

We try to live correctly

While others

Hurt us so out off hand

But

I know when I sit besides him

Only

Then

Will I understand

For those who strayed from his path

Those who

So easily fell

Will not feel his warmeth or his love

Just the heat from hell

 

XXXX Jools

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have missed the jewels studded around, Jools,

 

thanks...we so often think as one, Zy

Beautiful Julie!