Little Things, Thoughts, and Tidbits.
I like to write poems, and i think i will post them here.
I like to write poems, and i think i will post them here.
Kirstie P. Lee
Tidbits of the Jeremnator
You are beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can’t bring you downBut they can.
And they have.See I’m a little too short
To shoot a ball from half court
And I look a little too different to ever believe it when you call me
BEAUTIFUL
And I wish I was a little bit taller,
Maybe wish I were a baller,
But if there’s one thing I definitely wish I was,
I wish I was
BEAUTIFULMy shoulders are lop sided
I got acne on my skin
And I hardly ever win
Unless of course it’s chess
But even then I’m not the best
I’ve got hair and zits on my chest
I’m a dude, but it looks like I’ve got breasts
I’m not blind buddy,
So don’t lie and tell me that I’m
BEAUTIFULSee we got these things in our rooms called a mirror,
It was designed so you could see you clearer
But the father of lies plays tricks with your eyes
Whispering in your ear all about how you’re
Too big
Too small
Too short
Too tall
How your legs are too long
And your arms aren’t too strong
Your hips go too wide
And you got too much fat on the side
All just to lie to you
Trying to get you to think that you’re not
BEAUTIFULAnd if you think you are,
He thinks that’s fine
Just as long as he can tell you that that’s pride
So whatever light you hold inside
He’ll do everything he can to put it out
By making you think it’s earning you hell for you to even think that maybe you could be
BEAUTIFULYou are beautiful,
No matter what they say
Words can’t bring you downBut they do.
Because as soon as he gets you to agree,
He gets you to believe that you’ll never be free
So the only way out is to sit and starve yourself and pout
And let the tears pour out
Or even h-h-hurl your stomach into the toilet
And you look in the mirror and ask,
Now do I look,
BEAUTIFUL?Or you walk in wanting to be the life of the party
So you drop a couple shots
Pick up a forty,
A little while later you start feeling pretty sporty
But the room starts to wobble
And you can’t walk so you hobble
And everybody snickers at what a fool you are
And you raise your red solo cup to the sky and ask
Now do I act
BEAUTIFULBoy, I know that all you ever wanted to do was be a man
And lately you’ve been asking if you’re worthy
And the devil doesn’t want you to know how powerful you are so he lies and tells you’ll never have anything worthwhile
So you start clicking and scrolling
Then you’re eyes start rolling
And the moment after he’s convinced you to sell your soul to a computer screen
The devil hits you with his shame game and tells you you’re disgusting
You’ll never be worthy of anything
BEAUTIFULLittle girl, I know you always wanted to be a princess
And all you thought you needed was a prince to call you precious
So you think you have to dress so everything can be seen
Gotta let the boys look at you like they look at a dirty magazine
Let them get a little further than you want to go
And when they get bored and drop you, you still want to know
Do you love me now
Do you think I’m
BEAUTIFUL?Does anybody think I’m
BEAUTIFUL?I do.
I do proclaims the voice that spoke the skies
And He says let me dry your eyes
I have heard your cries,
I only wish you had heard mine.
Galaxies and shooting stars
I set spinning so you would know the beating of my heart
I painted rainbows and roses so that you would know that you are a work of art.
I gave you strong winds and rushing rivers,
So would know you are my strong Sons of Thunder
I gave you the sunrise and moonlight
To let you know how precious you are in My sight.
I sent my Son to live and die and rise for you
So that you would know
I love you
And I think you are
BEAUTIFULYou see, when I spoke your name,
I had glory on my lips,
So from the center of your soul to your fingertips
Every inch of you is laced with glory
Made to show meMade so the world would know me
So let me break off the chains of this false humility
Contrary to certain popular believes,
Saying that you’re nothing does not honor me.
So baby it’s time to stop running from this reality,
That you look just like your Daddy,
Baby you’re heavenly.
Baby you’re wonderfully
Fearfully
Beautifully made
In the image and likeness of beauty and light
Of grace and might
Of wisdom and creativity that made stars bright
Put sunrises at the end of the night
And made the entire universe spin just right.
Humility isn’t thinking less of you,
It’s thinking of you less.
So know that you’re blessed
And know that you can rest in my arms
Knowing who and whose you are.
You are my masterpiece,
My baby.
And baby, I’m proud of the fact that I made you.
And I’ve never made anything quite so
BEAUTIFUL.He sings “You are beautiful,
Because of what I say
Don’t let words ever bring you down”His Son’s scars was the call
And this is His children’s response
With hands in the air
With voices together that drown out the enemies liesI am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
Royalty,
Heir of the King
No longer striving or starving
My life’s not a hard thing, anymore.I am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
Washed in the blood of the lamb
Washed away the soot and sin so you and I can
Clearly see thatI am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
A new creation
A new sensation
I am a floodgate of heaven,
Made to reveal heart of God to the heart of Man
Showing brothers and sisters what they are so they can
Join in our war cry shoutingI am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
BEAUTIFUL
I am
Yours, Lord.
“ You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him. ”
James d. miles
Appreciation not Love?
Truly I say to you…
If all you want is to be “loved”.
If thinking of her doesn’t make you want to be foolish.
If you can only describe qualities not the beauty of her entirety.
Perhaps its just Appreciation.
If all you want to do is make sure she is safe and happy.
If in explaining what so amazing about her you can only spew vague superlatives.
If talking to her, the very action itself, is the best thing that happened to you all week.
Perhaps its Love.
Who to deceive but yourself when you settle?
Jumping the gun, straight into the mettle.
Scratching the doorpost of meaning and acceptance.
You forget what God intended.
Where is the line? How can I find out what I am truly feeling tonight?
Is it just appreciation? Or is it love?
Am i head-over-heels? Or just searching for a crutch?
To tithe me over to the next vague hope.
The next set of beautiful legs. Or voice. Or maturity. Or lovely notes?
Father remind me what it is like to truly truly love.
Even then, let You still be enough.
Poems from Breakaway Retreat
Worship
I plug in. Feedback rings.
This is MY TIME to shine, My turn to sing.
For everyone to receive. From me.
The strings screech. Vocal chords reverberate.
Keys plink. The drummer sets the pace.
I sing songs that now have no meaning.
The leader has become the performer.
The singer, a pagan muse.
Adoration of creation rather than adoring the Lord of Nations.
Set ends. Please sit down.
Step off the stage back to the ground.
Pats on the back, whisper of encouragement are what I crave.
Not the knowledge that Jesus saves.
Lights turn off. Another Large Group done.
Battle Lost. Satan has won.
Worshipping hard transformed into hardly worshipping.
Realization. Desperation. Sanctification. Tears.
Give me another change Lord, “I am here”.
Teach me to wholly worship.
Holy worship.
Poems From Breakaway Retreat
Veils & …
Films of Gossamer, SIlk, Threads, Lies.
An Eye for an Eye makes the world blind.
Masks of identity, faux purity.
White is the new black.
Pretenses of holiness is the new black.
Rebellion, to the world, means gratification.
While Sanctification is true rebellion.
Swag this, Swag that.
The dougie hides a nagging broken past.
Beyond the veil of the bride lies lies.
She has no time for the Groom.
But sells herself, hides in the gloom.
Behind a transparent, thin, web of white.
“Begone with the lies, pride cries.
You are Mine. Our Love is divine.”
Poetry (Written at 6AM All-Nighter)
I too often write to impress.
Not to love. Not to express.
But because i need an avenue to dump my excess,
Emotions in a needy way to feel like i have not regressed,
In my walk with God and my friends.
The truth is I cannot and have not gained success.
In my quest for meaningful recess.
Oh God please heal me of my deep brokenness.
This rhyme exemplifies my broken connection with You.
I ignore truth and turn from You .
Making my own path in this god-forsaken wasteland.
I neither turn left nor right from my plans,
That will destroy me, i know, God forgive me.
For the things I have not done prevent me from being clean,
In your eyes.
Please Sanctify.
Please bring restoration and calmness to my soul.
My prayer becomes not of rhythmic poetry.
But of pure unadulterated story.
My wretched life is given to you.
Do what you will.
I trust you, Abba.
Heal me like you said you would.
If only I ask and believe, Papa.
Domine Fons Omnis Sanctitatis
The Lord Is the Fountain of All Holiness.
Amen
“ 19 For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, 20 and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross. ”
Colossians 1:19-20
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