Slammerd the door behind her,
Laying on the couch tears flowing out.
Her face so hidden, so sad and dead.
Only hatred fill her mind.
This is only number nine.
She thought that she could trust him,
He said that he would be there,
For ever till the end.
She knew she shouldn’t think with hate,
But thoughts kept creeping in,
she didn’t want to fight.
No more strength me would think,

I want to totally and completely take over a Sunday School class at our church. I recently looked back on my Church experiences and found that I couldn’t remember anything about being in class expect that I hated it, was bored and was sick of the same thing over and over again.

What?

I hide behind the darkness of my eyes, the brightness that was there once, Is no longer. My smile has become faded to an outstanding straight face. My heart is broken in-two, the depression has reached me and pulled me under. I can’t get up, and take a breath of fresh air until I have defeated the current. My blush is put on so much I look fake, as if I weren’t really here.

I've been reading about hearts, our hearts. Like how deceitful they can be. I found very many interesting passages on our hearts, too.

I never knew You
until I knew You wanted me
until I knew You were fighting for me
I never knew You were running after me
pushing through the clutter, arms stretched out trying to reach me
I never knew You hadn’t taken a moment’s rest
since that first moment
I catch the noise at last
turn and see You lunging through the crowd
of my other loves
Your hands and feet cut and bleeding

Socretes once asked "Are the gods good because they are gods? Or, are the gods good because they are good?"

If you then take that question and apply to any Omniscient, Omnipotent... "God", you get quite an interesting topic for discussion.

This world began, one day, far back
In time so long ago, forgotten;
Yet, you have writ it in your book:
How even time’s from you begotten!

Will I ever understand
How you could be before it all?
For I am just a mortal man,
My intellect is weak and small.

How can you ever do an act,
When there’s no time to do it in?
A deed must be begun in fact,

Depression… You know, what everyone goes through.


Worries… What everyone does…


Sadness…” I cared for you… I did…”


Helplessness… “What am I supposed to do now?”


The pain… “God if your there then why does this happen?”

Sometimes I just want to cry
Sometimes I just want to shout
Oh Lord rain down your mercy
Upon this earth that is dry
Oh Lord rain down your mercy
Pour down the rain of mercy
Let your mercy flood the earth
Let the waves of grace come upon the shore
Let the clouds of the heavens cover the sky
Let the raindrops of love pour down on the wilting grass

Listen to what the people are saying
Listen

Listen to what the people are singing
Listen

Listen to what God is saying
Listen

We ignore and walk away
Listen

Come and see the glory of God
Come

Come and hear the glory of God
Come

Come and feel the glory of God
Come

We say no and say excuses
Come

But I will come and listen
I will