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You are here: Reflections >> Poems About JesusPoems About Jesus - His Death Poems About Jesus - His Relationship with Me by Kristin Windsor You are the breath I breathe when I'm all alone. You are the memory of the sun when it once shone. You are the all in all required to live. You are every laugh and every smile I give. You are the peace of night and the hope of day. You are the love I want to forever stay. You show that love is not just a cliché. You are every word I speak, everything I say. You are the light, the truth, the only way. You are the message of hope put on display. You lead me home when I fall astray. You mold my life like hands mold clay. Your presence surrounds me and shan't ever sway. You clear the skies when they're too gray. You satisfy like no other can allay. You help change my mood when I'm filled with dismay. You urge me to love, be patient, obey. You desire me to consistently / constantly pray. You are the choice of good or bad. You are calmness when I get mad. You are the everlasting fad. You are the shoulder when I'm sad. You are the rainbow after the storm. You are able to help me transform. You help me to love patiently and forgive. You are the all in all required to live. by Kristin Windsor Walls cave in. Storm rages on. Flood rains down. No sign of dawn. A voice calls out. I look around. There is nothing save one sound. It is the Lord calling to me. He is where I’d rather be. Madness stops. He reaches down, lifts me up so I won’t drown. The dark day is now turn to light with God’s glory shining bright. ALL SHOOTING STARS HAVE FALLEN by Kristin Windsor All shooting stars have fallen, All sunshine has burnt out, All blueness was erased And now the sky is sinking Into the anchored horizon, Leaning upon the galaxies Auctioned away from mankind To Hands much larger, More caring, gentle, And, yes, More loving. All shooting stars have fallen But not all wishes are disgarded Because Hands bigger than pain Wipe away the tears, the fears, And all unheard wishes are Gathered into Hands That sort them out, one by one, And transform them into Heartfelt prayers And sends to each An answer - a yes, a no, a maybe -, And Hands inscribe a message, A signature, an "iloveyou" Into each answer and Into each heart. All shooting stars have fallen But not all wishes are ungranted As Hands cradle every child And lovingly whisper All that needs to be said:, That "All shooting stars have fallen But I have not forgotten you because iloveyou." FAITH EVOKES INHUMANNESS by Kristin Windsor i don’t need to see His face of light. i don’t need to touch His wonder nor wounds. i don’t need to hear His actual voice. …although i want to. i needn’t mock His ways. i needn’t shout His alleged wrongdoings. i needn’t crave His power. …although i did. i shouldn’t regret following Him. i shouldn’t falter in choosing right. i shouldn’t feel bad glancing away from tempting opportunities. …although i do. i cannot fathom His vastness. i cannot imagine His true glory. i cannot calculate the length of eternity. …although i wish i could. i wish not to mar His holy name. i wish not to misuse His knowledge. i wish not to misguide His followers. …although i have. i wouldn’t miss a chance to serve, nor avoid silence to avoid prayer, nor dodge the call to lead this righteous fight. …although my sinful self directs me in this manner. i couldn’t push beyond today and its despairing hopelessness. i couldn’t forget nor even forgive Yesterday’s mistakes. i couldn’t grasp patience, peace, hope, nor selflessness. …although i can with His merciful aid. Poems About Jesus - He Sustains Me by Kristin Windsor This is how things were meant to be, this life clicking silently into an autumn dream full of falling leaves and changing seasons that pass the days by with smiling sun and the stars glistening with hopeful grins and the moon to smirk upon night's peace. Living on borrowed time, I've become who you dared me to be, speaking mind quite freely, Not once looking back upon the words you forbid me to believe— for they became my world, my all, leading me to Fate's ardent call, procuring a pathway I'd not seen before, opening eyes to a truth I'd never recognized. I've lived on borrowed time in a body not belonging to me with a heart I'll never understand, a mind I'll never fully control, a memory I'll forever fail to file, a being I'll never rightfully own, a soul forever belonging to its Maker. I am an instrument, intended for success, prepared for Fate's whisper and shout, blessing and curse. I live on borrowed time from my Creator that instills every breath I breathe, every passion I follow, every thought that inspires my beliefs and motions in this life I'm living on borrowed time. Like this information? Help us by sharing it with others using the social media buttons below. What is this?
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