Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Issues Of The Heart

Ever heard the phrase
"i tore out my heart, but you left it bleeding"

when you give your heart to people, or even someone special, sometimes, you are the one that gets hurt the most. more often, the person who "left it" didn't ask of such a gesture, many a times, we as humans feel only one side, the insensivity of the result most likely was caused by our insensitivy to truly feel. Caged, our emotions run wild an outpouring of the heart leads to pain unpleasureable, but plainly, the person didn't ask of your heart. No mistake, they do see where you are coming from, but they too might not know how to respond, they might not want to further hurt your feelings by taking it and knowing that one day it will return back to you, only in a condition which is much worse than was first presented, to them, a clear cut from the start would be better than a false hope. Sometimes too, the recipient just wouldn't know what to do, with such intensity. Relationships are no small matter, marriage is a lifelong commitment. Don't dwell in the past.

However, there has always been someone who has always been asking for your heart, only if you'd give it to Him willingly, His name is Jesus, He'll fix your heart, only if you allow Him to, He wants to minister in every faucet of your heart, removing the hurts, the pain, the junk. Restoring and renewing He will begin. A heart transplant, a surgery like no other. Only if you allow Him to, in the still, quiet, secret place. Give your heart to Him. He'll not let it bleed. He'll patch it up. Trust in the Hands of the Most High.




Friday, August 18, 2006

Beauty Whilst No Sunshine



There may be no sunshine
but can't you still see the beauty
in the soft, still night?

Thursday, August 10, 2006

The Sad Clown Dies A Happy Death

Wipe the paint off my face
so traces of false happiness You can erase
come close, closer than ever before
so i can once again be free, free to adore
how long can i parade on in this empty tent
with people saying things about my time spent
juggling, balancing, and all other acts
yet going on numb, nevermind, relax
all the smiles you see is but disguised
come, remove the paint, you might be surprised
the sad clown sits alone in the empty tent
crying tears unknown, oh cruel torment
come Oh Lord God, remove the mask of multicolour
i want to be true this very hour
Dead am i, my happiness in descent
for i fall back on Everlasting Arms, now ascent