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My Beloved, you have a beautiful mind. This You insist day after day, that I am not who I think I am. And in my weakness, I look and remember that You're right. Who I am has not yet been revealed. Jesus, when I see You, then I will be like You because I will see You as You really are. My Beloved, she is beautiful. This You whisper in my ear. Days and weeks pass where the burdens and cares of this world weigh on my heart. But then I have to look up to Your sky and remember God, how true Your words are. People may accuse me and friends may abuse me, but that does not make me any less valuable; I am not any less Your great treasure. My Belov

The horizon was all mist before me and below me. The sweet stink of morning time dictated the atmosphere of this new day. The bobbing sun peeped shyly over the edge of the earth. All I could think was: breathe while gazing at the dirt between my toes. Anticipation gripped my stomach. I was waiting. Painfully, I waited. Silently, I waited. Long minutes crept by, and none were sorely missed. Time gone meant steps closer to when that peachy, golden sun would burst over the horizon. Everything that was me: my fiber, my atoms; buzzed with anxiety, yearning, fear, excitement - a conflicting collection of sentiments that made me feel as though I we

Day, how slowly you drip by With your wonderful clouds And your bright, peachy sky. Insouciant you are, Whistling as you may, Not abashed or discouraged At whatever comes your way. Day, I enjoy your freshness, Your splendor, Fashioned as you are - In March or September - For each day I rise Is another moment To look into Love's fiery eyes.

Jesus, You keep letting me in; Letting me into Your heart Again and again and again. What would I do without You - ? You who give me skies that are blue And in the same way, mercy Day after day after day - You never fail me Though my heart is so frail So prone to offend So prone to self-defend You never leave me To Your mercy, there is never an end I could never go to far Or fall too low Or get stuck somewhere Where You wouldn't go Oh Lord, give me a heart like Yours That doesn't close, that doesn't shut When pain comes my way A heart that doesn't grow bitter Doesn't grow cold Doesn't remember the offenses of old A hea

Jesus. I find I'm frail, finicky, weak This I see when my eyes are on me But I was created to look on You The Perfector of my faith And it's Author, too Lord. I set my heart's gaze on You. On the fire in Your heart. The fire that pre-knew me from the start The incessant desire of one Great King Who has always been willing to give up everything For someone so poor as me I am made of the dust I have nothing to give Yet Your eyes on me Your heart is towards me Your unceasing desire is fixed upon me The weight of Your affections Are aimed my direction O King, what can I say? What answer but love Can I offer Your way? What a

The sky swells a brilliant red And therein ethereal clouds are bred Born of seas and lakes and streams With which we quench our thirst The pigeon and eagle alike Soar across this brilliant sky The weed and the rose In the earth together take root Both the nightshade and the apple tree bear plump fruit Both the wretched among us And mankind's kindest souls Receive the fresh dew And each brazen morning, too Because Your mercy Affords us grace Day after day after day How can we point our fingers at You And argue against You Ignoring what You do? We are utterly unawares Of the love You crown us with Day after day after day K