We are weak and human and frail. 

But He has been here and walked these sands

He has made everything with His hands.

He sees the pain and can give us healing

but what do we do with our needs and feelings?

We bring them to the world, dirty as it is,

we should bring it to Christ since we are His.

We ask it for help, and He cries.

We ask it for peace, and He closes His eyes.

We ask it for freedom, and He dies.

We ask it to build us, and He sighs.

It's far from over and not too late,

 {written September 2011. Jack is based – looks and mannerisms, anyway – off of a man we served food to at a church in the Seattle area. My aunt’s family took me with them when they went to help, with a program that offers food and shelter in churches to homeless men that are seeking to get back on their feet. It was a neat experience, though I’m not sure how much spiritual help these men were getting. My mind wandered to Les Miserables often, and the things the Bishop said – some of Sam’s words in this are based on that. So, without further ado, meet Jack.}          

 take my heart

here it is,

beating hard

Yours

be my Love

i've given in

all i've got

for You

let my soul break

until i crave

unashamed grace

of You

drown my fear

in Your tears

my hurt

in You

give flight to the doubt

that holds me

captive

from You

take my hand

draw me near

closer

with You

lead me on

show me how

to take the steps

You want

*A/N* keep in mind that this may be a little choppy! Constructive criticism is not only welcome but appreciated!!!

 Here's a little poem I wrote that I hope ya'll enjoy! Also, for those of you who didn't know, I wrote a second part to Amira.

JOYFUL MORNING
 

How long the night has been, Mother,

When will it be day?

Sorrow fills my mind;

Is the darkness here to stay?

Nay, my child, the night must end,

The sun shall rise once more;

There shall be a joyful morning

Of this I am sure.

Mother, the moon is clouded,

The stars I cannot see;

How can you trust the sunrise

 Well, I began this soon after finishing Amira, but sort of got stalled on it. I just couldn't seem to get back into the story. However, I tried again today, and it seemed to flow easily. Here it is, and I hope ya'll enjoy it! Also, I thought I had made the name Amira up, but I looked it up and found that it's some sort of Arabic name (I think). But it's pronounced differently. Instead of Uh-my-ruh (my pronunciation), the Arabic one is pronounced AH-meer-uh.

Amira

Part 2

I am amazed
that before I could love you,
you loved me,
that you purchased me,
a slave,
and rescued me from my master of sin,
and washed me whiter than snow,
put a ring on my finger,
a robe on my shoulders,
and called me
your Son,
heir to all the riches
of your kingdom.

I am so thankful
that my hatred of you,
was not enough
to hold back your love of me,
and though I murdered you,
that still you considered me
worth dying for, worth trading

The shadows sweep

And shadows fall

Across the weeping sky

Eyes as black as a devil’s soul

Through clouds of smoke did peer

A lady in peril and he was bound

Not by honor, not by fear, but by magic

To help the lady, dear

With a single sweep he broke the bonds that bound

The lady, dear