The Best

Here’s another poem from when I was little! I think this one is better than the last one personally.

The Best: to run on freshly tilled soil,
To run and fly on barefooted feet,
It lifts my spirits free of turmoil.
There’s nothing that can quite compare or compete
With the wonderful, free-spirited feeling I get:
Running and Flying and Gliding along.
So I open my eyes and then I let
My joy turn to laughter and my heart burst in song.
And as I run I feel the wind,
Streaming and blowing through my hair.
Even though I step on a pebble, I find
That I don’t even mind or care.
Instead, the birds and sun and sky
Capture my heart and mind and soul.
God’s Creation is everything but a lie:
A truth and beauty to be told.
So as I slow to stop and think,
I notice all the little things:
the cardinals, tulips, blades of grass,
All the blessings that God brings.
And as I breathe the fresh, cool air,
I thank Him for all I’ve been given:
The plants and creatures everywhere,
And I’m just happy to be living.

Stars, Wings, Angels, and Winter

Here’s a poem I found while cleaning up for Graduation! I don’t know when it’s from because I didn’t put the date on it, but I’m guessing this is probably 4th-5th grade work. I think it’s pretty cute. 🙂

My friends are stars
around my dreams,
shimmering in the sky
like gifts, glittering
bright and beautiful,
my hope and my light.

Wings on Angels
like marshmallow dreams
our bright lights glitter
white and moon-like
on trees
snow sky winter dream
stars shine in the sky

My wings are light as snowflakes
like shimmering, dancing fluff
around the trees like marshmallow stars
in the winter sky at night

My friends are angels
shimmer and shine
glitter and white
like flakes in the sky
fluff and snow
sister and hope
dream, run, fly

Bright night, cold arms,
angel wings are like
my gift of snow
marshmallow fluff
white and light
jump at outside

Snow and I
we run and play
around the bright white trees
we dance and dream
like angel sisters
light and fluffy bright

Dreams are flying angels
like shimmering, beautiful snow
As we sleep contentedly through the night
Our dreams float down on wings

Shine and bright are friends of mine,
we hope, we dance, we play,
but of the friends I have today,
I fly on hope and light.

Glitter is my sister,
she runs on shimmer stars,
and Glitter’s wings, cold and bright,
are white and shining ice.

Jump and Play are angels
like stars up in the sky
And Jump and Play are shining friends
like snowmen skipping by

September 19, 2011

Little girl, little girl,
don’t let yourself forget
that you are His beloved.
Please don’t give up yet!
Think on Abba’s truth,
renew your troubled mind.
Focus on the truth and His love,
not on defeating lies.
Read His Word, alive and good,
to remember joy and peace.
He longs for you to rest in Him
and for despair to cease.
God is your strength and portion.
It is good for you to be near Him.

September 3, 2011

Little girl, little girl,
it will be okay.
Abba holds you, little one.
In His arms you are to stay.
You are precious in His eyes
and special to His heart.
You are adorable, sweet little girl.
From Him you will never part.
I know you feel as though you are
stupid, ignorant, and naive,
but those are lies from satan.
Listen to TRUTH; don’t be deceived.
Do not think you are immature
just because you haven’t learned,
or just because you cling to things
you think you should be beyond.
Jesus loves you despite all of that;
He loves you more than you know.
You are His possession, His beloved,
His precious child also.

August 19, 2011

There are so many deceptive lies
that you, little girl, believe.
Why do you think that
you’re not worthy to receive
love from anyone but God?
Why is it that you hate
yourself and can’t accept mistakes
that you accidentally make?
Why can you love others
but not yourself; aren’t
we all the same?
Jesus loves you, little girl,
and so do other people.
Did He not command you, child,
to “love others as yourself”?
How can you love completely
your neighbor when you
despise your own soul?
I want, little girl, for you to listen
and think on Jesus’ words.
He’s right and true, dear little girl.
Please ask Him to heal you inside out
so you can again sing and twirl
as a loved, joyful, little girl.

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