B.E.L.I.E.V.E

Dear Lord, I wanna set the world on fire, until it's burning bright for you. It's everything I desire; can I be the one you use? I wanna feed the hungry children. And reach across the farthest land and tell the broken there is healing and mercy in the father's hands. Lord, can you use me? Someday I will get where I’m going. I’m only here for a visit; I’m really headed home to sit with my father and King. I’m here to serve Him and praise His name. I believe that life is more than a survival. It’s a gift and it’s a privilege. I believe that my heart is more than a muscle. I’m in love with my Lord and He is truly my best friend. I believe my life can make a difference. I believe that heroes are made when choices are made. I believe that a touch of human sympathy goes a long way. I believe in the message of the cross. I believe that saying you’re a Christian is more than a title! It’s relationship and a lifestyle. I believe that even though I fail at it sometimes, my Lord washes me clean and I can start over. I believe TWLOHA is one of the most amazing groups. I believe that every child should feel loved and everyone should know there’s healing and mercy in the Father’s hands. I believe that in some way, the Lord will use me. What do you believe? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Vvx8mdSXno

Dear Mom

Dear mom,

Today is the day we celebrate you

And everything you do.

You loved me when I was tiny.

You stayed by my side when I was fighting to survive.

You taught me to love –

You taught me that even though people might hurt me,

I should still love them like Christ.

You taught there’s one whose love it true.

You taught me that my dreams,

Are possible to live.

You taught me that no matter how hard I try and fail,

To keep searching for my passion,

Cause it’s out there somewhere.

You taught me never to go down,

Without a trying fight.

You taught me that saying “I love you”

Is more than just three words.

You taught me to be careful,

To always look both ways.

You taught me writing and reading,

And that horrible rhyming grammar.

But one of the most important lessons you’ve ever taught me

Was when I got thrown off my pony, you told me:

Always always get back up when you fall.

So I’m writing this to you,

And I know a poem won’t be enough to thank you for 16 years of late nights, and gray hairs,

But I hope you might get a bit of insight into my thank you.

So thank you for 16 years of being my mommy.

I know it hasn’t been easy

And at times, impossible.

But thank you mommy for all those lessons you’ve taught me.

Thank you mommy, for being my mom.

Happy mother’s day!

love

me

Free to Run

I’m staring at this canvas

I don’t have words to say

The deadlines are drawing nearer

And I’m still lagging behind

The day runs out before my list gets done.

Someday I just wanna run.

What would it be like to run and never get tired?

To never get weary?

To never lose hope?

What would it be like to run for miles and miles-

With only one goal in mind:

To chase the sun.

What would it be like-

To run?

And never

Get

Tired.

I know a place, where I hope I’m going-

Where I can.

Where I will

Forever.

And furthermore-

I’d like to cordially invite you too!

Come with me

To eternity

Where we can run and never get tired

Where we can truly be free.

Just call out His name.

Just fall at his feet-

And someday you’ll make it home-

Free.

Change for Him

What if we never stopped changing?

What if we never tried to change?

What if we stayed the same?

What then?

Would the world become a better place?

Would be stare adversity in the face?

I’d rather grow up thinkin’

That I can change the next day

But maybe if we never change, the world would become a better place?

But then again what would it be like,

If we all embraced sin?

If we never tried to empty our lives-

Of the things Christ saved us from?

What if we embraced our evil, and ran with the wind?

What then?

For all those who say we should never try-

I want to look you in the eye and say:

You are wrong.

We are made to change

We are made to be molder

We are clay.

We are made to change and grow-

Hopefully it’s for the better.

But we shouldn’t live in a world, where we embrace sin.

We should live in a world where we embrace Him.

We embrace the one who saved us from our sin.

The one who is going to come again!

What if we stop making excuses for how we act and what we say-

What if we changed ourselves TODAY?

What if we never tied to wait?

What if we stopped playing this game?

What if?

Who decides?

Who is responsible for your actions?

It’s you.

So stop flirting with sin-

Stop courting with your dark side.

Let go our your idols

Your addictions-

Your pride.

Let go for once.

Stop trying to be your own King.

I know we say we trust in Him, but then again, what does that mean?

Does it mean letting go?

Does it mean only praising him and running to him, when it storms?

No.

It means always seeking Him.

Always wanting His way.

We must set aside everything we have as an idol or a sin and change.

If we don’t ever change, how are we to become a better Christian?

How are we supposed to know Christ better?

We are made to change.

We are the clay and He is our potter.

Stop fighting the hands that are molding you.

Sink into submission-

Let go.

Give up your selfish ways, idols and sins and cling to the one who is your King.

Change not only your heart,

But change your skin.

Change who you are!

Change

For

Him.

Salt Water Air

I wish I could be standing at the edge of the sea-

I wish I could be standing there, breathing that salt water air.

I wish I could let it go.

Stand there against the ocean and feel small.

I wish I could stand by the ocean and let my fears go

I wish I could stand there and no longer feel any woes.

I wish I could let it go.

But I don’t know why I hold it in.

I don’t know why, but it’s becoming a sin.

I want to feel small.

I want to get lost.

I want to be washed clean.

I want to stand by the sea, breathing in that salt water air.

I want to squeeze the sand between my toes, and watch the little hermit crabs scurry along the sand.

I want to watch the waves crash against the rocks and break into small –

Beads of water, salty and cold.

I want to stand by the sea, breathing in that salt water air…

I want to feel small

I want to feel insignificant.

I want to breath that air, that clings deep in my lungs.

I want to watch the waves crash and break.

I want to stand by the sea, breathing in that salt water air…