His World · Poetry

Stains of Love

He proceeded...Without caution or hesitationdown a slippery slope,A heart filled with hope.Hope that one day, you would choose Him too... Let me lay out the scenery,First nail went in, as He screamed in agony... Beauty in this mystery, an act that changed the course of History, death that led to victory...As His body was beaten,… Continue reading Stains of Love

His World · Poetry

Heartbreak

Have you ever had your heart broken? Stood with arms outstretched,As love slowly stretched out of sight,Effort-fully reachingFor a love effortlessly straying;Recited silent poems in the vacuum of space hoping that somewhere somehow someone would be listening to your internal whispers and wordless declarations of love? I find myself fervently praying,Hoping to grasp the sands… Continue reading Heartbreak

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Transparent

These are the words of a sinner, one talking from experience and if not for grace, would be six feet under on the freeway to hell;So take heed...The concealing of sin only leads to downfall, Fortunately for me,God's light shines even in the abyss... Secrecy is fertile ground for sin.In the darkness, away from the… Continue reading Transparent

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Purpose

Today I contemplate the depth of life...How at one end of the earth someone sees their first sunrise and on the other someone breathes their last,And in-between, A pause, a thought, a question... "Why on earth am I here?"A question that our minds can not begin to fathom but that our hearts constantly ask.Why are… Continue reading Purpose

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YAH

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, do not lean your own understanding Proverbs 3:5 ESV The mind seeks to comprehend the mysteries of this world, The heart, to find comfort, a pillar of strength to rest on. I have heard about You all my life, from my mother's womb, supplications of protection and… Continue reading YAH

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The standard of beauty

Story Time: Growing up, I never liked the way i looked. Felt very insecure about almost everything, from my broad forehead to my finger nails. I felt like a little ugly duckling most of the time. My insecurities were mostly rooted from what I heard and saw around me. In pre-school, a boy not too… Continue reading The standard of beauty

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Seasons~ with Lizza Tshowa

Deep breath in,Then I slowly release,An intimate exchange of energy between nature and I,As I add a droplet to an ocean, A snowflake to an avalanche,I take in the essence of life.I realise that I am just a grain of sand in God's hourglass,Subjected to the motion of His hand as He masterfully changes seasons...… Continue reading Seasons~ with Lizza Tshowa

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Repose

She hasn't been sleeping, Tossing and turning to be woken up by sunrise. She hasn't slept much, Growing dark circles resting on her eye bed, drenched in attempts at productivity. She's been up, Eyes opened, cultivating the skill of micro analysis of Thyself. See, she's been refraining from direct contact, Unable to iterate her experiences… Continue reading Repose

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Do what extent am I supposed to be?

I often ask myself this question when my world comes crumbling down, which in my "perfect world" it is always. Miss judged and understood by everyone around me, I ask myself if I really want to be understood. Putting these thoughts on paper stimulate tears to run down my face, being the burden I feared… Continue reading Do what extent am I supposed to be?

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Propel

Getting closer to spreading her wings, she has hope again. The world hasn't entirely been fair, expecting her to compete yet sets rules that automatically disqualifies her. They say "good things come to those who wait", but how long will she have to wait before reaching her big break. They say, "if you want something… Continue reading Propel