In your arms watching fireflies go by
Holding your hand as we walk down the lane
Tickle fights that I hated to much
Making a heart with our hands
All those pictures we took.
My wish is someday you will look back
on all those memories and smile.
Maybe not now, there's always tomorrow.
Maybe not tomorrow, because that is too soon.
Maybe not soon, but after we grow.
Someday, someday you will remember and smile.
Texting late into the dark starry night
All the tender kisses we shared
Not so tender words we spoke
Inside jokes could make us both laugh
The songs we both loved
My wish is someday you will look back
on all those memories and smile.
Maybe not now, there's always tomorrow.
Maybe not tomorrow, because that is too soon.
Maybe not soon, but after we grow.
Someday, someday you will remember and smile.
It hurts now, I know
I feel it too
But God is a Healer, Restorer
it's true
His perfect plan is bigger
Bigger than the both of us.
Nothing can compare.
And now we move forward
don't forget, but always look on
But, I have one last thing to say....
My wish is someday you will look back
on all those memories and smile.
Maybe not now, there's always tomorrow.
Maybe not tomorrow, because that is too soon.
Maybe not soon, but after we grow.
Someday, someday you will remember and smile.
Someday, someday you will remember and smile.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunglasses
I was thankful for my sunglasses today.
I didn't want you to see the tears in my eyes.
The tears that said how much I care for you.
I was thankful for my sunglasses today.
I didn't want you to see the pain in my eyes.
The pain that said how I know we can never be.
I was thankful for my sunglasses today.
I didn't want you to see my bloodshot eyes.
The same blood that pumps faster when you hold my hand.
I was thankful for my sunglasses today.
I didn't want you to see my blue eyes.
The blue that gets deeper when I'm sad.
I was thankful for my sunglasses today.
I didn't want you to see how my eyes squint.
The way they squint when I'm about to cry.
I was thankful for my sunglasses today.
I didn't want you to see how my eyes shine.
The way they shine when I see you smile.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Rhythm of Love
As I stand here
Alone and unafraid
I think to my self
Exactly how much You care for me
Life comes and goes
Ins and outs
Ups and downs
There will always be battles we face
But there is one thing
That keeps me steady
Through the good and bad times
One thing that will never let me go
The rhythm of Love
slow and steady
firm but gentle
beautiful to my ears
The rhythm of Love
carries me through
never lets me go
always by my side
The rhythm of Love
does not hate
will not scorn
is never selfish
People may leave you
Things may hurt you
Places may disappear
But Love, Love will stay
God move me in time,
In time to the rhythm of Love
I want to stay steady, in tune
to Your rhythm of Love
Alone and unafraid
I think to my self
Exactly how much You care for me
Life comes and goes
Ins and outs
Ups and downs
There will always be battles we face
But there is one thing
That keeps me steady
Through the good and bad times
One thing that will never let me go
The rhythm of Love
slow and steady
firm but gentle
beautiful to my ears
The rhythm of Love
carries me through
never lets me go
always by my side
The rhythm of Love
does not hate
will not scorn
is never selfish
People may leave you
Things may hurt you
Places may disappear
But Love, Love will stay
God move me in time,
In time to the rhythm of Love
I want to stay steady, in tune
to Your rhythm of Love
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
My Last First Day
Tomorrow marks the day
that starts my last year.
So whatever comes my way,
God, help me get through it!
Its time for new things.
College applications, ACT scores,
Graduation caps, class rings.
And don't forget the senior prank!
But some things have yet to change.
Friends, drama, memories.
Prom, homework, acting strange!
I'll never forget the good or the bad.
I'll do the best I can,
and never ever give up!
I look at how far I ran,
Yet I've got just a bit more.
I am torn.
Half of me wants to be done.
I am tired and worn.
I want to move on.
The other half is excited!
I'm a senior! The best year of all!
A fire has been ignited
and I'm ready to go out with a bang!
But, I know there's a reason
God has me here for one more year.
Maybe I'm not through with this season
Of learning, growing, in Him.
But anyway,
I guess in this poem,
All I wanted to say,
is "Yay for seniors of 2010!"
that starts my last year.
So whatever comes my way,
God, help me get through it!
Its time for new things.
College applications, ACT scores,
Graduation caps, class rings.
And don't forget the senior prank!
But some things have yet to change.
Friends, drama, memories.
Prom, homework, acting strange!
I'll never forget the good or the bad.
I'll do the best I can,
and never ever give up!
I look at how far I ran,
Yet I've got just a bit more.
I am torn.
Half of me wants to be done.
I am tired and worn.
I want to move on.
The other half is excited!
I'm a senior! The best year of all!
A fire has been ignited
and I'm ready to go out with a bang!
But, I know there's a reason
God has me here for one more year.
Maybe I'm not through with this season
Of learning, growing, in Him.
But anyway,
I guess in this poem,
All I wanted to say,
is "Yay for seniors of 2010!"
Monday, June 29, 2009
I Am Me
I am Me. Nobody else.
Don't tell me who I am.
Don't tell me what I've been through.
Don't tell me what I feel.
I am Me. My own person.
I like what I like.
I love what I love.
I hate what I hate.
I am Me. Me, myself and I.
Quirky.
Perky.
Concealed.
I am Me. Take me as I am.
With my choices.
With my beliefs.
With my faults.
I am Me. God created me.
My smile.
My laugh.
My tears.
I am Me. Jesus loves me.
When I fall.
When I obey.
When I forget.
I am Me.
And that's who I'm meant to be.
Don't tell me who I am.
Don't tell me what I've been through.
Don't tell me what I feel.
I am Me. My own person.
I like what I like.
I love what I love.
I hate what I hate.
I am Me. Me, myself and I.
Quirky.
Perky.
Concealed.
I am Me. Take me as I am.
With my choices.
With my beliefs.
With my faults.
I am Me. God created me.
My smile.
My laugh.
My tears.
I am Me. Jesus loves me.
When I fall.
When I obey.
When I forget.
I am Me.
And that's who I'm meant to be.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
I Want to Be That Girl
I want to be the girl that he thinks, "There's something special about her".
I want to be the girl that he likes but doesn't really know why.
I want to be the girl that when I smile, his heart melts.
I want to be the girl that when I laugh, he does too just because.
I want to be the girl that when I sing, his heart plays the melody.
I want to be the girl that when I dance, he wants to sweep me up in his arms and say "I love you"
I want to be the girl that he is not ashamed to hold hands with.
I want to be the girl that when he looks in my eyes, he falls in love with me all over again.
I want to be the girl that when we kiss, he can't help but smile.
I want to be the girl that when he looks at me, he can see Jesus Christ
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Free Spirit
A have a little brother.
His name is Nathan.
He is like none other.
I call him my lucky star.
Nathan can't walk.
He sits in a chair with wheels, all day.
Nathan can't talk.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't have anything to say.
Everytime I see him, I say a prayer.
Thanking God for this precious gift.
The gift isn't a toy or a teddy bear,
But its the gift of a smiling face and a giddy laugh,
Just because he is stuck in a chair all day,
doesn't mean he has no thoughts or feelings.
He loves to laugh and play,
He is a person, just like me and you.
Sometimes I wonder though,
does he want to walk and talk?
I wish I could know.
Oh, how much I love him.
His legs don't work,
Its hard for him to speak
But his face has a perk,
And his spirit runs free.
His name is Nathan.
He is like none other.
I call him my lucky star.
Nathan can't walk.
He sits in a chair with wheels, all day.
Nathan can't talk.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't have anything to say.
Everytime I see him, I say a prayer.
Thanking God for this precious gift.
The gift isn't a toy or a teddy bear,
But its the gift of a smiling face and a giddy laugh,
Just because he is stuck in a chair all day,
doesn't mean he has no thoughts or feelings.
He loves to laugh and play,
He is a person, just like me and you.
Sometimes I wonder though,
does he want to walk and talk?
I wish I could know.
Oh, how much I love him.
His legs don't work,
Its hard for him to speak
But his face has a perk,
And his spirit runs free.
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