There Are Days...

There are days when I feel three inches small
and there is nothing to keep me from being squashed,
I look up at the big big world from down here
and wonder if I'll ever grow tall,
It's not easy to face the world alone
When you're only three inches in size,
So I just stay safe and sound in my bed
and pull all my covers up tight 'round my head,
and I wait all by myself for a very long while
Till my height seems all but returned to normal,
Then I clamber back out of my bed and covers
and think that maybe this will be the last time
I have one of those days.

Tea Time in Solitude

Sipping piping hot tea
Causes me to reminisce
Of the good times shared
with a cup of steaming tea in hand.
Simply breathing in the steamy warmth
Brings memories flooding in.
Family gatherings with so much laughter
Enjoying the company of one another.
Then there are the moments
of quiet conversations
in the corner of a room
with a dear friend
Just talking about the little intricacies
Of the world around us.
Basking in the sweet power of hot tea
I sit back and let my worries float away
With the steam.

God Works Things Out.

People argue.
Friendships crumble.
God Works Things Out.
Countries fight.
Nations struggle.
God Works Things Out.
Children leave home.
Mothers cry.
God Works Things Out.
Millions hurt.
Thousands die.
God Works Things Out.
So live in peace.
Worry not.
God Works Things Out.

The Storm

When I started this journey a long while ago,
I stepped out of the boat that had kept me so dry
I left behind comfort, I left behind safety,
I left all that behind to follow the call,
To follow the voice of my King.
I walked on the stormy waters,
Headless of the trappings of the world,
Because I was lost in my Lord’s eyes,
Those eyes of complete and pure love,
Eyes that pierced my very soul,
Eyes that made my spirits soar,
But as the waves tore at my ankles
I forgot my King and looked down,
The malicious waves consumed me.
Drowning in the storm of life
I felt heartbreak and pain,
I was eaten up with loneliness,
Strangled by bitterness and spite,
In that storm all hope was lost,
There was only darkness.
As I felt my life slowly slip away
A hand plunged through the darkness,
A hand pierced by a nail.
My head broke through the water
And again I saw His eyes,
Eyes of mercy and healing,
Eyes of sweet forgiveness.
Now I cling to my Savior,
I hold onto Him with all my strength,
I dare not take my eyes off Him
For I know I will sink again.

The Fairy God Mother

A girl cries at a window,
Unable to go to the ball,
All she's ever heard is "no,"
So she watches all her hopes fall.

A shining light appears
Her sobs she starts to smother,
And a kindly voice reaches her ears,
"Don't worry child, I'm your Fairy God Mother."

A spell or two were spoken,
The magic wand waved with flourish,
The girl's heart no longer broken
For she's received her dearest wish.

Her dress shimmered when she walked
And glass slippers adorned her feet,
And though her precious time was clocked,
The prince she couldn't wait to meet.

The girl rode off to the ball
To meet her own Prince Charming,
And as she walked into that hall
The Prince he came a-fawning.

The Fairy God Mother sat alone
In a great big house on a cloud,
It was here that she lived unknown,
It was here that she cried aloud.

All her life she had helped others
To achieve their heart's desire,
Prince Charmings and escaping evil step mothers,
When spirits were low she made them soar higher.

but the Fairy God Mother has no Prince Charming,
No fancy dresses or shoes of glass,
Instead she sits at home darning
And constantly sighing "alas, alas."

She stares long and hard in the mirror
At the face no longer young,
She wishes someone would see her
For her heart and not the spells she's flung.

All she wants is a man who's kind,
But her life is indeed tragic
For every man she meets is blind
To the real woman under the magic.

Love is a Complicated Word

Love is a complicated word,
It can't be described by other words,
But it is tangible and powerful,
It is gentle and sweet.
Love is the feeling of coming home
After a long, long time away,
Love is the warm feeling
of a friend's embrace,
Love is a father's shoulder
That you can always cry on,
Love is the song sung
By many voices all as one,
Love is the crippled baby
Sleeping softly in my arms,
Love is the tear fallen
For the lost, hurt, and broken
Love is the loud laughter among
The very best of friends,
Love is the smile
on my brother's face.
Love is a baby boy,
Laying in a manger,
Love is the great joy
When He became our Savior,
Love is the blood
He poured out to save our souls,
Love is the dark emptiness
Of his tomb.
Love is a complicated word,
But the message it carries
Shakes us to our knees.

Trust

You can't earn back trust, you say?
I certainly beg to differ,
It is a part of being human.
We fall and make mistakes,
We hurt other people,
People we care deeply about.
It's hard to let them back in,
But we get up and try again
Because our goal as a race
Is to constantly better ourselves.
People who don't learn to trust
Don't learn how to live,
Live beyond survival.
To truly live is to love,
And to truly love is forgive,
Everybody deserves a second chance.