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An 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 Easter egg now knew, that they didn't have a reason to ever feel this blue.
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 Easter egg now knew, that they didn't have a reason to ever feel this blue.
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Flower Petals
There is no need to pick petals on a flower just for the sake of love.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
There is no reason to wonder late at night as you fade away into sleep...
Am I really right?
Can I be special?
Look in the mirror to see what I see
Look into YOU to know what I know
YOU are one of a kind.
YOU were created for a purpose.
YOU are loved.
So there is no reason to go on picking flower petals.
Because I love you.
Love,
God
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Do Not Worry About Me
Do not worry about me,
for I am safe,
safe in the Everlasting Arms.
A love holds me,
even greater than yours,
safe in the Everlasting Arms.
When I'm on the way
be it night or day
I know my Lord will ever hold me.
Be it far or near,
He is always here;
I am safe in the Everlasting Arms.
Do not worry about me,
for I am safe,
safe in the Everlasting Arms.
A love holds me,
even greater than yours,
safe in the Everlasting Arms.
When I'm all alone
far away from home
I know that He is close beside me.
Wherever I may be
He is there with me
I am safe in the Everlasting Arms.
Do not worry about me... (etc)
When troubles come
in
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Being a Christian Boring?
Who ever thought being a Christian is boring never really was one. You are being constantly challenged to grow. To grow you have to trust. Trust God. Trust our Lord Jesus. Allow the Holy Spirit to work in your life. You need to submit. Submit to God. That's what most people don't want to do. Original sin; like Satan, wants to be God. To have your will done instead of God's Will. That the whole thing. "Thy will be done, Thy kingdom come. On earth as it is in heaven."
People think that married Christians are boring? You know your relationship is for eternity. Not that you still will be husband and wife:
Matthew 22:30
For when the
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I wrote this as I was feeling a lil down about something... but then I realized God was always there for me. This again inspired me to write another poem!
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When I read the poem I thought it would sound better if you said something about a chef that had melted the egg and then moulded it again. Ah well, it's still a poem I have yet to understand. Come to think of it. I was once like that shell.