Your Beloved- The Vineyard

Lord it was You,You created the heavens. And Lord, it was Your handsThat put the stars in their place. Lord, it was Your voice That commands the morning.' Cause even oceans and their waves bow at your feet, O Lord. Lord, who am I Compared to Your glory? Lord, who am I Compared to Your majesty? 'Cause I'm your beloved,Your creation,And You love me as I am. You've called me, chosen For Your kingdom. Unashamed to call me your own I'm your beloved. Lord it was You, You created the heavens. And Lord, it was Your hands That put the stars in their place. Lord, it was Your voice That commands the morning. 'Cause even oceans and their waves bow at your feet, O Lord. Lord, who am I Compared to Your glory?Lord, who am I Compared to Your majesty? 'Cause I'm your beloved, Your creation, And You love me as I am. You've called me, chosenFor Your kingdom. Unashamed to call me your own I'm your beloved. Lord, who am I Compared to Your glory? Lord, who am I Compared to Your majesty? 'Cause I'm your beloved,Your creation, And You love me as I am. You've called me, chosen For Your kingdom. Unashamed to call me your own I'm your beloved.

To my lover, my Jesus.

My Jesus! You love me as a husband loves his wife. I am intoxicated by you, as you are me. May your love be all I every need. I relinquish my soul to you and give you my heart freely, for you have given me yours. May I drown in your eyes of beauty, and your love for me. You created me, and yet, love me more then the stars in the sky you have called by name. I thank you for the pleasure that fills up the void in my soul destined for oblivion, until you rescued me; my knight in shinning armour. To you, I give the glory. I cherish you, my father, lover, and spirit.

"A king was travaling upon an acient road, that led to a field, and he stumbled upon a newborn baby. A baby with its cord still attached, and laying in her life's blood. He, unlike everyone else who passed by that day, picked her up. Her blood stained His hands, and yet he did not care. He took her back to His palace, and clothed her, and nourished her. For she had been abandoned, a daughter of a prostitute, who cared nothing but her own flesh. The child was placed in the care of a noblewoman, who lived in a quaint cottage outside of His kingdom. Occasionally He would come and check on the girl, to make sure His treasure was being kept polished."

" 16 years had passed, and the girl grew up to be a beauty of spirit and face. It had become the day that the King should check up on His child, that had become a woman. As He saw her face, He was intoxicated by her beauty. She was a creation of worth. A baby who had been abandoned by a prostitute, and left to die, had become the favorite of the King. He swept her off her feet, and announced it was time. A wedding was planned, for the King finally had His bride. After much patients, and love, He had His love. They loved each other forever and ever, and still live today. For you are the princess, that had been abandoned, and had captured the King's heart. A Cinderella, born from ashes, has been made into a princess." - Lisa Bevere, Kissed the Girls and Made them Cry

Hungry, I come to you for I know you satisfyI am empty, but I know Your love does not run dryAnd so I wait for You so I wait for You.I'm falling on my knees Offering all of me Jesus, You're all this heart is living for. Broken, I run to You for Your arms are open wide. I am weary, but I know Your touch restores my life. And so I wait for You so I wait for You- The Vineyard Church

A Promise to the Lord

May I drown in your presence, may I receive your crown of love. May I praise you with everything that is within me, and scorn those that don't. May I find comfort in your bosom and Love in your words. May I rise up with perfect hatred with those that scorn you. May I dance in the streets for you dearest Lord. May I be intoxicated by your presence. May I bow before you with the highest honor. May I be your circle, your bride. Father I ask thee! Unshackle my woebegone mortal soul, and may my rose red blood run pearl white with purity and love. Drown me in your mercy, suffocate me in your grace. May I die here on earth for your glory. You, beloved, deserve nothing less, for you have died for me. I sent you to the cross, may you send me back, so that I may follow you. I love you with me entire being. I worship you Father.

To die is to live

May I give up this old life of mine, for one made new! Like a baby finally born to waiting parents! Breath life into me, and make my soul something of worth. Kill my body, birth my soul! Drown me, so that I may live in you! I will never turn from your love! Everything you do, chases me back to it. Embrace me! Save me! Love and cherish me! Lavish upon me, woo me, for I am your circle, a bond never broken. As your love is demonstrated between the love of two people, may every person feel the presence of your holy light filled with warmth and comfort. Give me peace that keeps and holds, and give me faith in the dark times. Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? You are alwayas with me, today and everyday forever more.

School Assignment Poems :) Classical Conversations Challenge III

A Cherry
August 15 2007
Taylor Victoria Elise Smith

I cautiously climb the long and steep hill gasping for breath as I reach the top to receive my treat of great delight. I reach the tree that was lovingly planted and grab a branch that sticks out before me as my other hand reaches for the little fruit of great joy. I pick it from the branch with great care for it is so incredibly small. I gently raise it to my awaiting mouth and pop it in with wondrous anticipation. As my teeth grind this fruit of great joy, red juice spills down my chin as I am smiling. It is so sweet and lovely nothing can compare to the cool and refreshing taste that runs down my throat. I suddenly bite down on something terribly hard and spit out the miracle that only our Heavenly Father can create; a seed. As it falls from my mouth to the ground I watch and wonder if a new tree would grow and produce red delights such as the one I had just smelled, touched and tasted. As I am pondering and thinking how great is this tiny morsel of delicateness, I anxiously reach for one more of those delicious treats.

Childhood Memory
Taylor Smith

The Mansion built on Black Mountain Road was where memories were made. For childhood is fleeting and stories are treasured. Friends had come over for us to enjoy. Wading in our extremely refreshing creek, or hiking along the bank of mud, jumping on our gargantuan trampoline was also an option. We had chosen the latter late in the day. We kicked off our shoes, yellow and pink, and hopped on the black nylon that bounced with rytham. Playing fun games we had the best of time, until we decided to indulge in the game of crack the egg. Resounding in the distance, a crack as loud as a gong, my wrist black, blue, and of purple hue. My second wrist broken in a time span of a year. A record I thought as down my face rolled tears. Pain gripping at my chest, arm, body in whole. “Why did you have to jump on my wrist”? I asked myself in my head. With my broken wrist, I had wished myself dead. Alas it did hurt for sometime, but tis better now and healed truly fine.

A Lamp

There is sits on my desk like a lady in waiting, waiting, yes waiting to be put to work. With a covering that looks like a dress and that fans out in a fashionable display. An array of colors shoot forth from its bosom, as the one who delights in it clicks the switch. Light shoots forth shunning the present darkness. Light has won the battle of absence. The dark has fled, like a spirit sent into oblivion. “Save thee”! She cries, from the dark depths, my soul! One click, like a beautiful melody, has chased away the fear of doubt and darkness, like a horse on the run. Tis why God is the Father of light and love, so this object represents the eternal bliss that is to come.

A Short Story

Love

Once upon a time, in a land so far away no one even knew it existed, there lived a girl no older then 15 whose life was about to end. Her father had sin commited upon his soul, and he vowed by his word that he would sacrifice his daughter to pay off his sin, to the God of heaven. At that very moment the girls throat was to be slit, a rolling thunder resounded in the air. As a knock was layed upon the door of their humble home, the father answered, as was his duty. There stood the God's son, to whom the sacrifice was being made.

As he steped into the house, he looked at the girl with eyes so intoxicating that no one could look at them for more then a few seconds at most. He came unto the center of the room and shouted "My Father! She is perfect!" all at once only the Son was left in a sky full of stars. A conversation with his all-knowing father occured, until the plans were finished. Back of earth He came, no time had passed. As he took the girls hand her father threw the knife that was to kill the girl, and killed the son insted, not knowing He was the one who could take away his sin. As the son fell his emerald eyes shone with a constant glow of Love.

The girls father then snatched her back, and annouced it was her turn, he had more sin now, and must not have it on his head. Once again they were interupted by the son. As the father turned around at the noise he heard, he was shocked to see the son alive and well, when he was lying there in his own life's blood just seconds before. " When innocent blood is shed for the one's guilty, the most powerful weapon in the world is released, Love. My father has shed it down, and if you believe, you are already forgiven. Let your daughter go!" As the father kneeled down in worship, the son took the daughter and whispered words of love to her shackled soul. She was his bride forever more, and together, they led millions back to Him, the one true Father, who had all of these woebegone mortals in His plan from the beginning.

A Psalm For My Maker

Oh Father! I beseige thee on bended knee, in the most humblest of places, my soul. My Lover and Bride-groom, grant this mortal favor, and go to Your Father on my behalf, for I have never denied thee! Never!Drown me in Your lake of unconditional love, where you pour out your mercy shamelessly through the swirling masses of color coursing through my body! I pine for your touch and yern for your words of love you whisper gently in my ear. Save me from the dark depths, and carry me into Your light, where I will be blinded by your kindness and compassion for your bride! Think of me as Your lover and Child, and kiss me sweetly as I sink into Your bosom where I may find eternal rest and happiness.