Hurt Of The Heart

[berkeley]

Originally Posted by tamor

It is not a laughing matter. And there is more involved. When I see a lot of text with not much space in between, I feel overwhelmed.

Originally Posted by nwlife

I grew up on speghetti, it is one of the few foods I can attack and devour with passion

I share that passion...

I know exactly how you feel...

[nwlife]

Job 35:10 (New International Version)
10 But no one says, 'Where is God my Maker,
who gives songs in the night,

In the night I cry,
in the debt of the darkness
I stumble
I have lost the song
that sang in my eyes
silent fell the drum
that beat in the heart
But I still know on whom to cry
I still know that what was lost
will be remade
a new key, a new melody
a new rythym so strange
I just need to sniff it out
and claim it for my own
Psalm 42:8 (New International Version)
8 By day the LORD directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.

[nwlife]

Walking by the cross
afraid to touch
afraid the blood would stain the hand
walking by the altar
afraid to worship
afraid to praise
afraid my actions be broadcasted abroad
walking by the brazen labor
afraid to wash
afraid it would mess up my hair
walking by the table
afraid to eat the bread
afraid the crumbs would soil my shirt
walking by the golden altar
afraid the smoke would pour
afraid the smell would tar my clothes
walking by the menorah
not realizing it is there
not seeing what it shows
walking before the mercy seat of the ark
realizing I could not cry
as the menorah's light showed
I had snuffed out every chance

The shadow of the cross
showing me what I had spurned
feelin the red river flowing by
repeeled from his presense
back to the ground
realizing how soiled I was
I reached out for the wood stained with blood.

[nwlife]

Found this quote I had made in another forum and decided to place it here with my other writtings.

Just because I have glasses, and need surgery on one eye to see at a distance, doesn't mean I can't see the distance my arms can hold, (even if they are not actually doing so!). I see what I see, even if I am not attracted to the person, if they will allow me to, I still will be able to see the beauty of what is inside of them that makes them unique, and thus be able to tell them.. And beware to the one I happen to find attractive, for I will look past the flaws to see the diamond, emerald, saphaire, that can be made from the dust of the scars, if only they will let me.

Originally Posted by nwlife

Walking by the cross
afraid to touch
afraid the blood would stain the hand
walking by the altar
afraid to worship
afraid to praise
afraid my actions be broadcasted abroad
walking by the brazen labor
afraid to wash
afraid it would mess up my hair
walking by the table
afraid to eat the bread
afraid the crumbs would soil my shirt
walking by the golden altar
afraid the smoke would pour
afraid the smell would tar my clothes
walking by the menorah
not realizing it is there
not seeing what it shows
walking before the mercy seat of the ark
realizing I could not cry
as the menorah's light showed
I had snuffed out every chance

The shadow of the cross
showing me what I had spurned
feelin the red river flowing by
repeeled from his presense
back to the ground
realizing how soiled I was
I reached out for the wood stained with blood.

this is awesome! says so much i could not find words to say.