He's my man and I'm his wedded gal
He's more than a spouse, he's my pal
We got hitched and we're stayin' that way
By God's will and His will don't sway

(CHORUS)
He ain't afraid to let me wear his sweater
He ain't afraid to open up the door
He ain't afraid to promise for the better
He ain't afraid of bein' rich or poor
'Cause he's mine and I am his I know
He's the kind of man can take a blow
He ain't a brute nor a feminine guy
He'll be gentle when the storm rolls by

Farewell
Farewell to all, near or far,
Sleeping or awake,
To critters here or creatures there,
And even to the snake.
Farewell, my dears, for I must go
To my home to stay,
Remember me, I’ll wave goodbye
And now God Bless I say!

Chai Tea
My tea is hot, it’s good to drink,
I think you’d like it, too.
It is Chai Tea and it’s the best,
And love it? Yes I do!

Author's Note:

Hello my fellow homeschoolers and friends! After a very long unintended hiatus, I have returned to AP! I certainly missed writing for this site and I hope to not spend so much time away from it again! My life has taken quite a few crazy turns in the past few years, but I have also been mightily blessed! I finally graduated from college (again!) and have been working quite a bit. I am sorry to those who had to wait so long for me to post something. I have had a bit of a poetry drought during these past few years, but I hope that is ended now!

What does it mean
To grow in the Lord,
To conform and reform,
To press towards the mark?
What is the high calling?
I feel like I'm falling,
Not able to grasp it,
Asking "Why, what if..."
Unable to rest in,
Grow in, progress in
The knowledge,
The teachings of the Word.
My faith is fleeting;
My trust is so flimsy,
Yet my heart is ready
To say "Here am I!"
I need to run, to kneel
At the cross, and feel
The love that poured down,
To see the crown
Of thorns that pressed

We're on the way to a rally to hear our freedom ring.
To protest for the truth my heart will joyfully sing.

Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"

Now I will stand up, give my answer to the call,
And with God to hold me up by His grace I won't fall.

Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"

Who gives you your song
As you go along,
Through pain and strife,
On the road of life?
What brings you joy,
When you your songs employ?
Is it grace you portray
As you go on your way?
Why do you sing
On the first morning,
Or in the new day,
As you your chords play?
Who gives you your lyrics?
Father? Son? Holy Spirit?
Did God endow you?
Tell me please, is it true?
Do not in silence progress,
The answer is yes!
For if God is your song
As you go along,

I want to be the girl who
Gets chased by all the boys
And tastefully turns them down
But
That’s not how it works, is it?
I want to wear red lipstick
I want to be edgy and tattoo my collarbone
With a bird, or a rose, or a thorn
Maybe
But that’s not who I am, is it?
Organically me
I like fuzzy socks
And yoga pants
I like hugging my horse around
His big neck
I like drinking too much coffee
I like thinking about dreams
And stories
And futures
And singing out loud

Love is patient, love is kind,
It is not a word, not a mime.
Love is not a feeling, big, or small,
It's something more, if I recall.
There is no greater love than this:
What?! To die? Not give a kiss?
T'was with a kiss Christ was betrayed,
Soon before He His true love displayed.
It was on a cross that my Lord died,
T'was His love for me that pierced His side.
God sent down His only Son,
And He the victory has won.
The dove was the sign sent from above;
The sacrifice was His destiny of love.

Our salvation is free: not cheep;
The blood and the water run deep.
Why do I hang my head and cry?
Because for sin did Jesus die.
In Christ we are a sacrifice;
It is His blood that sanctifies.
He has purged away our sin;
In our hearts He entered in.
It was not me that was smote,
Time forgets; please God I won't.

Words of a lifetime, what will they be?
Sharp? Gentle? Constrained, or free?
Will they bring back tender memories,
Or a harsh word ill conceived?

A nice word fitly spoken,
A rebuke or a whine;
What will one remember,
When one thinks back in time?

Be careful oh tongue, what you say,
A harsh word will drive someone away.
Will to be sweet, don't let your will sway;
God will reward you in heaven someday.