I look unto the heavens,
And, God, I wonder why?
Why, if you’re so holy, did you make a girl like me?

I can’t imagine why, oh LORD,
Why am I in your plan?
Why, a simple, sinful girl, with faults so plain to see?

In Your Word you tell the truth--
A truth that never dies;
Yet truth that seems to contradict myself, LORD can it be?

You tell me that I’m chosen,
That for me you have a job,
That you can use this broken girl, if only I agree.

Okay, so I know that I promised stories, and I do have some to post, but I also wrote some poetry while I was gone and I really wanted to share it with you all and get your opinions before I forgot about them. So, next week there will be stories, I promise... and I mean it... :)

BROKEN

The wind sweeps back and forth
Bending the trees with its force
Sending the branches
On its planned course
Breaking them as it move
Yet still it proves
To be beautiful

They laugh,
And taunt,
And mock.
Yet still we do not talk,
And simply sit in shame
As if we’re the ones in pain.

What we don’t understand
Is that we are a part of His plan
To retaliate with love,
Unashamed.