Poem 6

You turn your eyes toward me and I,
feel my heart turn deep inside.
Did someone free the butterflies?
Around you, I feel my pulse rise.

How could I, Who made stars above,
Be so captured by such a love,
For you, my rose, my lily sweet?
Oh for you, Hell I would defeat.

I'm begging for your hand, be mine.
And we shall love till end of time.
Would I have less than all of you?
No, for my answer is, "I do."

Please do not go to other loves,
My greif would shake the sky above.
But even if my grief ensue,
My answer always is, "I do."

Your other loves, how I despise,
Can you not see it in My eyes?
They snatch away my time from you,
And now my answer's, "I still do,"

All for you I sent my prized Lamb,
You're faithless to the great I AM,
My heart is wrenched, my spirit slew,
My core, it screams out, "I still do,"

My voice is hoarse, can you hear me?
I'm waving still, can you not see?
My breath is short, your times are few.
I'm shouting, shouting, "I still do,"

And just when hope seems so far lost,
You finally recognize your cost.
The words I've longed to hear from you,
Are realized as you say, "I do,"

My heart rejoices, My soul sings!
My love, come rest under my wing,
You once were lost, but not you're found!
And now you'll be no longer bound.

I know your heart, I know you'll leave,
But in you, my great love I weave.
Every time, you'll come back home,
But this you always have to know.

No matter when, no matter what,
No matter how or whom you've cut,
You are My lily, rose of few,
My answer always, "I still do,"

Poem 5

A sound is echoing through the dark,
It is the sound of breaking heart,
The cup of suffering comes your way,
All you can do is softly say,
"Oh my God, can I go on?
All that dwelled in heart is gone."

The sound of night is crippling,
Promises past bring bitter sting,
A noise that rings inside your head,
Of deafening silence, soul that's dead.

But if you listened, you would hear,
All of creation raising cheers,
And loving Father, heart worn through,
Routing for your vict'ry too.

"The battle's already been won,"
He says, "Because of selfless Son,
Who now defeated sin and death,
Now you will only have the best.

"And though the bud has bitter taste,
A promise, I will solemnly make:
Your crown of ashes, I will cast,
And make a beauty that will last.

"My presence, I will always give,
Just as long as we both shall live.
Not ever will you see a day,
When I'm not protecting your way"

So now your heart torn open wide,
Let life and love rush swift inside.
Let peaceful breeze come wafting in,
And bring life to your soul again.

Let the beauty of His love,
Allow your heart to see above,
the sound of loss, you'll hear a peace,
That speaks so softly through the grief.

Allow your heart to breathe again,
The breath that you've been holding in.
Let the dream, long perished, to grow,
into a tree with roots of hope.

Let darkness die from brilliant light,
And death be overcome by life.
Let comfort take the place of pain,
And disappointment killed with gain.

One thing I know: I'm not alone,
Because of Jesus' shattered bones.
And by His pain, He made me healed.
He is my strength, my peace, my shield.

So now we sing a song of peace,
Because all pain shall soon be ceased.
There will not be a sword or knife,
For Jesus came to bring us life.

10.14.09

Hey! I know, I said I'd write back soon. Sorry, I guess I let time get away from me.

I wrote this song a few nights ago (yes, I thought this blog would be about poetry, too. But, hey, nothing better than winging it, right?). It had been a really hard week; harder than usual. God felt pretty far away and I was really really lonely. 

So, here's my song! It's creatively titled, Song #4. Clever, huh?

verse one:

Looked in the mirror, hated what I saw.

What I saw made my heart sink low.

My eyes were once filled with the spark of life,

But now they are a picture of sorrow.

verse two:

My eyes could tell you stories of my pain,

The lonely hours of no place called home.

My lips can sing to you a sorry tune,

A song the lonely too well know.

And it goes,

chorus:

La la la la la,

Father if you please,

La la la la la,

Let this cup pass from me.

La la la la la,

I can no longer run,

La la la la la,

But let your will be done.

verse three:

I'm singin' songs about my yesterdays,

And times of runnin' through the flowered grass.

I used to have all that I thought I'd want,

But now I see that You are all I have.

verse four:

And though I'm missing everything I've lost,

I see I'm richer than I used to be.

As time keeps turnin' I'll look just to You,

Cause without You, I could not be me.

(chorus)

10.02.09

Hey guys! Sorry, it's been a while. I kind of go through writing spurts. They're quite sporadic and very unpredictable. I just went through one this week and came away with a few songs and decided to post one today! Be sure to comment tell me what you think!

Chorus:

This is a love song,

This is a song of love,

Written just for You,

Only You, no one else.

Verse One:

The flowers bloom for You,

The stars, they sing to You.

They speak in every language,

And always make a symphony for You.

Verse Two:

The trees whisper to You,

The seas, they roar to You.

They never stop their singing,

They always make a symphony for You.

(chorus)

Verse Three:

And here I stand and sing,

My heart, my only gift.

For such a precious King,

My voice, all I can lift.

Bridge:

A symphony, I cannot bring,

My voice is weak, can barely sing.

A symphony, I cannot bring,

But take this tiny offering.

(x2)

(chorus)

Poem 2

Yes, this poem is profoundly labeled: Poem 2.
It is not Poem #1, as number One is not adequate to post yet, though maybe with more work. I haven't come up with a title for this poem. So, if you please, leave a comment, tell me what you think and maybe a suggestion for a title. :)

Here is Poem 2:

Who am I to dwell in grief,
While my suffering may well be brief?
How long can I lick my wounds,
When trials may be over soon?

Yes, for now my pain is fresh,
And hurt threatens to feast my flesh.
My heart seems at its bitter end,
And my soul, it seems is left to fend,
Against the winds that look to blow,
Away the comfort I called my home.
My breath grows short and here it seems,
The weight of sorrow splits the beams,
Of the joy I held so tight,
Which now grows feeble at the sight,
Of losing what I held so dear,
Which already cost me many a tear.

Praise be to God, who does not prolong,
The suffering of the right or wrong,
He acts with mercy and with grace,
to paint the picture of his face.
Though suffering, it may be a brush,
And blood, the paint of joy that's crushed,
In the end, I think we'll find,
Loosed chains that did former bind,
Our souls unto the cursed ground,
In which was distraction found.
Soon, I think, we'll truly see,
Just how we were made to be:
Up into the heav'ns we'll soar,
And finally see our Lover,
Forevermore.

9.11.09

Hello there! Welcome to my poetry blog, Poetry Considered. I do admit, I'm not a professional poet by any means, but I do enjoy it quite a bit. I do not promise to have a new and profound poem on here every day, but I do hope to update relatively often. But hey, you can't rush poetry! :)
Though I'm not professional (as I confessed earlier), I do hope that God uses my circumstances, thoughts, and poems to inspire you to live for Him and appreciate the beauty around you.