You are my Maker.You created me so intricately.I am perfectly built.I am Your Divine design.All I am is Yours. This body is Yours.My mind is filled with thoughts of You.My eyes see You and Your work.My tongue speaks of You.My ears crave to hear You.My lungs breathe You in.My heart beats for You.My hands create […]

I am no longer docked safely in the harbor.I have been called to foreign lands;Lands teeming with new life.This voyage is not an easy one.There are storms. Adventure is calling.This was a risky move.I believe it is worth it.I am afraid.The storms seem to get rougher. Rain will be sent wherever I end up.I sail […]

Lord my soul thirsts for You;I am land made dry by disappointment.Cleared by an all-consuming fire.Water this soul of Yours;Fill me until I’ve been deluged.Plant within me Your fruit;Plant joy, peace, faith, hope, strength, and love.May I teem with produce.Quench this thirst, oh Lord.

He is the great I AM.He is everything and anything I need Him to be.He is my Healer. My Doctor. My Medicine.He is my Comforter. He calms my storms, my wars.He is my Rock. My strength when I am weak.He is my Savior. He saved me from the fire, from death, from sin.He is my Redeemer. […]

Autumn,also know as fall.Fall,Leaves change.Three months:September, October, November. September,Harsh winds.The start. October,Pruning agony.Drying up.Browning.Falling.Crushing under the soles of giants. November,Cleansing begins.Winter is coming.Time to be made new. Come springtime,you’ll be green once more.Bright.Beautiful. Prune. Grow.

You’re a black orchid.Black orchids are rare.Therefore, so are you.But you are a specific type.You are a Kiwi Midnight Cymbidium.Black, with a touch of green.Light green. You are light.You need light.You need water.You need all the right nutrients.Joy, peace, hope, faith, trust, and love.You need to grow.But just as much as you need to grow,You […]

This is for the girl who thought true love was found in the first boy that returned the affection.This is for the girl who thought true love was found in the first boy to buy her fancy things.This is for the girl who thought true love was found in the first boy to write her […]

I am a body.Maybe tainted.Maybe bruised.Stitched together by dirt.Taken from the rib of man.I am a portrait.Reflection of the great artist.Out of my pores flows his love and mercy.A king rules my heart.I am queen.I am more precious than rubies.