An Empty ShellAn Empty Shell
Sometimes I have this strange feeling,
Some may call it emptiness, or loneliness, or my heart isn't just healing,
I feel as if I'm a plastic Easter egg,
An egg that looks so good on the outside, that would make any child beg,
My exterior is just so eye-appealing to anyone,
But once they look in the inside, they know I am no prize to be won,
I have nothing no candy, chocolate, trinkets, or toys,
Just another empty shell that won't give them any joy,
So they toss me in the trash like they always do,
And soon I started to believe I was worthless and nothing, too.
But then, someone picked me up from the trash,
And filled me with something more valuable than cash,
They loved me, even though I wasn't filled with anything great,
Yet, they still managed to accept me and didn't mistreat me with hate,
As I stared at this person I understood then,
That God was the person, who would love me again and again,
He filled up my plastic egg more than anyone could ever do,
And that E
The Wind And The TreeBrianna L.
The Wind And The Tree
What should I compare my walk with the Lord to?
I can be the mighty tree, with branches that reach the ever-blue,
The tree stands firm and sturdy, even with a bark full of opened wounds,
Yet, it can survive through the days, the months, and the many moons,
My roots, which are my beliefs in the Lord, will stand on solid ground,
And compared to the lifeless trees beside me, my tree will be well-found,
My tree will be so full of life, it will attract the eyes of plenty,
So they might inspect what makes this tree so different, unlike so many.
And what should the Lord be?
Why, the wind that so gently breezes past my tree,
You can't see this gentle wind, yet you can feel its presence,
You couldn't see it glide through the branches with the tree's absence,
But without the wind, the tree you see, would be very lost,
Because there would be nothing guiding its branches at all costs,
The wind guides the branches towards the direction it should head,