Rough Draft

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by morningsonshine, Dec 22, 2006.

  1. morningsonshine

    morningsonshine New Member

    A broken girl;
    A broken daughter;

    I look at you and i see me,
    There ain't no fixing this old
    heart and i see you ain't
    whole either.

    Toren apart;
    broken in two

    Jesus, Jesus,
    here I am-

    hiding most the time
    from your grace.

    A saint, i don't feel,
    no fake smile, just alittle
    whisper;

    Take me Jesus- take me now;
    Jesus love me, love me all.

    Ity bity peice, nothing here,
    nothing left; just lots of holes
    for Him to fill.
  2. windblade

    windblade Active Member

    I really like this Rough-Draft poem. In fact I'm going to print it out and use it as a prayer, if that's okay.

    Yes, I can really pray this. It's so very real, and I can pray along every line.

    Thank you for this "wounded-healer" gift.

    Love, Judy
  3. morningsonshine

    morningsonshine New Member

    I found this when i was trying to declutter the other day. Last fall the words came, and i wrote them down.

    It could use some tweaking, but i thought it might connect with some of the wounded hearts here.

    I like your comment of the "wounded healer"

    I still have way too much clutter, i wonder what else i will find??
  4. windblade

    windblade Active Member

    Sounds like your clutter is a treasurechest!!!
  5. morningsonshine

    morningsonshine New Member

    I believe you are the only person alive, who has EVER called my clutter a treasure chest!!!

    LOL!!Ha Ha, giggle!
  6. bandwoman

    bandwoman New Member

    I am sure your poignant poem will speak to many. You certainly have a gift.

    Thank you for sharing with us.

    Love,
    Nancy
  7. Lms526

    Lms526 New Member

    Wow.
    I really liked your poem. I write poetry as well. I would love to read more of your stuff. Great job.

  8. morningsonshine

    morningsonshine New Member

    to share with Poimaehopkins.

    Here is another one i wrote, hope you like it?


    In the Dark

    I cry, I weep;
    yet you are not moved, my heart.
    Deepest, darkest black;
    Where is the light?
    I turn, I look, I need;
    faith, peace, light.
    I cry alone-

    There is one, I desire;
    He must come.
    There is no breath, or light, or son.
    He must come.

    I breath in, I breath out.
    I wait, I remember.
    There were words, good words;
    But i've forgotten,
    Will i be forgiven?

    He has spoken life, given life,
    He promises;
    His word cannot be broken.

    I am broken; He gave
    Himself to be broken.

    He came for me,
    He waits for me,
    He breaths for me,
    Here-in-the-Dark.


    [This Message was Edited on 05/17/2007]