myscarsareHis
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- Nov 29, 2008
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a/n: i wrote this on april 4, 2008, when God restored me back to hope after an extremely painful spiritual crisis. i hope and pray that you enjoy it, and that it touches and inspires you in at least some small way. please enjoy, and i'd love to hear your thoughts. xx
a breath of new hope
4.4.08
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tell them to look up. tell them to remember the stars.
the stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. we miss them in the storms. tell them to remember hope. we have hope.
-to write love on her arms.
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ii.
tears or cleansing? You
wash my pain away with love
deeper than my scars.
i.
and stars still burn brighter
than bleeding.
love – glory – beauty -
hope – sheds deeper Light
into my wounds.
impossible warmth.
as love embraces me – holds me close.
i breathe.
i believe.
i settle into dreamless
rest, where faith is restored.
- and wake to stars on my window -
only gleaming shards of rain against the
glass(fire). – as fragile as my heart.
already broken. but the darkness will not
silence me.
when the coming sunrise
exhales rebirth
in the beauty of hope and healing -
and glory finds its way inside (me) once more.
to breathe
as i believe -
to shine.
beauty still comes from pain
with my scars on Your hands
holding me closer than breathing,
than life -
Love heals me.
and glory will still rise from
ashes,
with every agony -
every torment -
that sh(r)eds tears for m(in)e
from the Love in Your eyes.
(watching me break.) i cry out -
and there is silence until i realize
that the stars are singing
hope,
as the sunrise calls my name in
Love. i will fall, but scars
washed white (forever in You)
leave no stains. and i will break,
but darkness fades, and Light
will bring healing for everything
broken – color it beautiful.
beauty will come in its own time.
the whispers in the dark will still spread
warmth and love. and after the deepest pain,
these wounds will not heal to fade
without strength in You. i reach out -
crying, broken, but there is only life in Your eyes.
i fall to my knees -
a blinding Light,
and my life is in Your hands.
scarred and bleeding, like mine. in Love.
a silent embrace,
love speaking louder than words,
and there is nothing left but hope.
a breath of new hope
4.4.08
-
tell them to look up. tell them to remember the stars.
the stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. we miss them in the storms. tell them to remember hope. we have hope.
-to write love on her arms.
-
-
-
ii.
tears or cleansing? You
wash my pain away with love
deeper than my scars.
i.
and stars still burn brighter
than bleeding.
love – glory – beauty -
hope – sheds deeper Light
into my wounds.
impossible warmth.
as love embraces me – holds me close.
i breathe.
i believe.
i settle into dreamless
rest, where faith is restored.
- and wake to stars on my window -
only gleaming shards of rain against the
glass(fire). – as fragile as my heart.
already broken. but the darkness will not
silence me.
when the coming sunrise
exhales rebirth
in the beauty of hope and healing -
and glory finds its way inside (me) once more.
to breathe
as i believe -
to shine.
beauty still comes from pain
with my scars on Your hands
holding me closer than breathing,
than life -
Love heals me.
and glory will still rise from
ashes,
with every agony -
every torment -
that sh(r)eds tears for m(in)e
from the Love in Your eyes.
(watching me break.) i cry out -
and there is silence until i realize
that the stars are singing
hope,
as the sunrise calls my name in
Love. i will fall, but scars
washed white (forever in You)
leave no stains. and i will break,
but darkness fades, and Light
will bring healing for everything
broken – color it beautiful.
beauty will come in its own time.
the whispers in the dark will still spread
warmth and love. and after the deepest pain,
these wounds will not heal to fade
without strength in You. i reach out -
crying, broken, but there is only life in Your eyes.
i fall to my knees -
a blinding Light,
and my life is in Your hands.
scarred and bleeding, like mine. in Love.
a silent embrace,
love speaking louder than words,
and there is nothing left but hope.
