For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ. 2 Corinthians 4:6
Or in laments terms, “Kill them with kindness.”
Category: Love
I Will Not Take My Love Away
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I will not take my love away
When praises cease and seasons change
While the whole world turns the other way
I will not take my love away
I will not leave you all alone
When striving leads you far from home
And there’s no yield for what you’ve sown
I will not leave you all alone
I will give you what you need
In plenty or in poverty
Forever, always, look to me
And I will give you what you need
By Matt Wertz
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Sundays
I miss you most on Sundays
When the sun doesn’t stop smiling
I think about that afternoon haze
And the way we spend our time talking
With no cares in the world
Except for not wanting the sun to set
You were mine and I was your girl
Those are the days I’ll never forget
Inked- Part 4
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. -1 Corinthians 10:31
I am your living canvas in which you outline your plans.
Will you adorn me?
Will you dip me just enough into the ink?
Will you merge my casing with the perfect dye?
Will you carve out straight lines for me to follow?
Will you give me the strength to handle the fill?
Will you highlight my faith with a dazzling, heavy-duty blonde?
Will you tint my hope with an everlasting, resilient navy?
Will you paint my love with a deep, lasting blush?
Will you forgive me for this outward display?
Will you tattoo your art on my heart eternally?
In Bloom
I saw you
Yellowing my day out of its blackness.
A single bud to a single green stem,
Nourishing my soil with your striped seeds.
Releasing your fruits into wings,
Watching them flee with your rations,
Yet lacking your own necessities.
Unsheltered from the future freeze
Eventually wilting, leaving your stem undressed,
Gone forever, remembered never the less.
But still I saw you.
I wrote this poem about a year after my grandfather or as I called him, my Popi, died. I was organizing some my photographs and came across the one pictured above. I took it a few days after he had passed, the day my family and I arrived at his house. That flower was growing randomly beside his front steps and I was inspired to write a poem about it. This one is for you Popi and I think you know exactly what it means.
My Faith, My Hope, My Love 