God where are you when I need you most Why are you there when I don't need you when I don't need you when I don't need you It is like you left me on a train track to die But is the train coming coming coming Did you leave me by myself To wiggle out of my binds all alone alone alone Of course you didn't you will be there right? But in the mean time what will I do except wait wait wait How much longer till I realize you are there By my side like casper a friendly ghost friendly ghost friendly ghost Please just help me realize you are there helping me with every step step step
God where are you when I need you most Why are you there when I don't need you when I don't need you when I don't need you It is like you left me on a train track to die But is the train coming coming coming Did you leave me by myself To wiggle out of my binds all alone alone alone Of course you didn't you will be there right? But in the mean time what will I do except wait wait wait How much longer till I realize you are there By my side like casper a friendly ghost friendly ghost friendly ghost Please just help me realize you are there helping me with every step step step
Follow the Son The seed of true beauty is planted inside. With Sun it blooms, a new sunflower shines! When the blossom follows the Sun, It wins the fight the new day begun. When it’s all said and done, Night comes and the battle had been won. Still the Sunflower is left standing, New seeds are landing. Now a field of flowers begins to grow, And just like them we all know, True Beauty comes from above. It can only flourish if we live and love.
7 But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” – 1st Samuel 16:7 (ESV)
(17)Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another. (19) As in water face reflects face, so the heart of man reflects the man. ` Proverbs 27:17; 19 (ESV)
Follow the Sun is a poem God gave to me about beauty. It really started out being a note to remind the 8th grade girls at my school that they are beautiful. I struggle with my self-image every day, so I know it feels nice when someone tells you “You’re pretty,” or “I like your shoes.” Just little things can make any day brighter, and so I decided to redeem notes by putting encouraging notes in my friends’ lockers. The catch is that they don’t know it’s from me, which I love because I sincerely hate the spot light. I can’t sit in the dead center or the front of the room when something is going on. It makes me feel that everyone is watching me, I immensely hate that feeling. Anyway, God gave me “Follow the Sun” while I was just editing my note, for my friends, in “Reminders,” on my iPad. Eventually it became something much more different than I thought, but it still serves it purpose in telling those who listen that they are and can be beautiful if they “Follow the Sun”.
The World Series. That's all everyone seems to care about right now. Or at least everyone in my family that is. And I, well I support the Cardinals and I think they are amazing baseball players. Honestly though, I don't obsess over this like many people do. While everyone is focusing on the game, I'm focusing on getting my History project done. I listen to the soundtrack of my favorite musical to block out the noise of my family complaining about how horrible the Cards are doing, and how much it sucks that we're losing. My mom and sister were helping me with my project. I said how annoying they were being, and started to take my work up to my room so I could be away from all the commotion. My mom yelled at me, telling me to get back in there. I don't see what the big deal is. I'm trying to get away from the sin they're causing, but they're just pulling me back in, making all my thoughts have to do with how annoying my family is. My mom kept telling the cats how good they were being for not messing up the project. They can’t understand her. She never seems to be proud of me for having straight A's or not procrastinating on my project. I can understand her. What I don’t understand is that the only things that she says to me are orders or routine questions, such as “how much homework do you have?”, “when do you want me to pick you up?”, and “what do you want for dinner?” I don't care how old I am. I'm always going to need to hear encouragement. "I'm gonna kill a baby", my sister said. I don't care how frustrated she was about the game or if she was kidding. Those words should never come out of anyone's mouth. In fact, in English, I'm writing my persuasive essay on how abortion should be illegal. Two months before I was born, my family was in Florida for Thanksgiving. That's when my mom started having problems in her pregnancy. She would've only been five months pregnant then. She didn't know if she'd be able to go back home on their flight. A doctor at a hospital in Florida asked her if she would just rather have an abortion. Luckily, my mom wasn't stupid enough to say yes. Everyday, life ends before it even starts because of abortion. Right now, I'm wishing that a life ended caused by abortion could be spared. I wish my mom would've said yes, and that another child could've lived instead. I'm not saying that I'm suicidal or anything. It's just that I don't think I'll ever have a purpose in life. Life scares me. Everyone around me has seemed to be good at something since they were young. They've been interested in what they're going to end up doing in life for their whole lives, whether it's sports, art, theatre, academics, anything. I know you have given me talent, but I haven't had much time so far to use it. My dreams are too big for me to handle. I'm too spoiled, too used to getting what I want. When my life doesn't go as planned in the future, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't feel like anything would be different if I wasn't born. If anything, people's lives around me would be better. There would just be one less mouth to feed. There would be one less person to hate. There would be one less person to have a broken heart. I just don't know why you chose to let me live. On top of the whole abortion thing, I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for modern medical machines that saved my life. I was born prematurely, and was barely over 4 pounds when I was born. I had to have a surgery because I couldn't digest food or whatever. I'm thankful that you let me live, but I'm still wondering why you did let me live.
I know you have potential, don't ever give up on your dream. I have a far-fetched one too, and I have no idea how I'm going to get there or if I will be good at it or not. All I can say is work hard. It would be different if you weren't born, no one would know you. You have beauty and bravery and a pure heart. I don't even know your name, but I can tell that from your psalm. Always remember, you are you, and no one can take that away from you. God loves you, that's why he let you live. He plans everything not for pain, but for the best. God would never want to hurt you. Yours is a spot that can never be replaced.
Now, I do not hate my my life, by any means. I don't have any real problems, and I'm very blessed. I thank you, God, for that. I'm not typing this for a grade. And I'm not trying to sound like an attention craver, either. The reason I'm typing this and posting this to this website is because I feel like you can't hear me, God. I believe in you, and I believe your son, Jesus, died to save my sins. I repent every time I remember to. But I don't feel like I'm fully a Christian, and I don't think I can be without your help. I ask you so many times to just lead me towards you. I want to live my life for you, but you're not helping me to do so. You're the lock on the door to all my answers, and your combination doesn't make sense to me. I can't figure it out. I'm a sinner. I'm going to forget to remember you unless you help me. So why aren't you helping me, God? You say that you should come first in my life, so why aren't you helping me to achieve that? I feel like you have standards that I can't reach. I've seen my sister cry before, because my dad gets mad when she doesn't make straight A's. I'm crying as I'm writing this now. I feel like I have to be perfect. Not for you to love me, and not for me to get to heaven. I just feel like I have to be the perfect Christian in order to be categorized as a Christian at all. But I just can't be. Not without you. I don't care if any person reads this or not. I just want you, God, to see this. I need your help. Please.
God where are you when I need you most
ReplyDeleteWhy are you there when I don't need you
when I don't need you
when I don't need you
It is like you left me on a train track to die
But is the train coming
coming
coming
Did you leave me by myself
To wiggle out of my binds all alone
alone
alone
Of course you didn't you will be there right?
But in the mean time what will I do except wait
wait
wait
How much longer till I realize you are there
By my side like casper a friendly ghost
friendly ghost
friendly ghost
Please just help me realize you are there
helping me with every step
step
step
God where are you when I need you most
ReplyDeleteWhy are you there when I don't need you
when I don't need you
when I don't need you
It is like you left me on a train track to die
But is the train coming
coming
coming
Did you leave me by myself
To wiggle out of my binds all alone
alone
alone
Of course you didn't you will be there right?
But in the mean time what will I do except wait
wait
wait
How much longer till I realize you are there
By my side like casper a friendly ghost
friendly ghost
friendly ghost
Please just help me realize you are there
helping me with every step
step
step
Follow the Son
ReplyDeleteThe seed of true beauty is planted inside.
With Sun it blooms, a new sunflower shines!
When the blossom follows the Sun,
It wins the fight the new day begun.
When it’s all said and done,
Night comes and the battle had been won.
Still the Sunflower is left standing,
New seeds are landing.
Now a field of flowers begins to grow,
And just like them we all know,
True Beauty comes from above.
It can only flourish if we live and love.
7 But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” – 1st Samuel 16:7 (ESV)
(17)Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another. (19) As in water face reflects face,
so the heart of man reflects the man. ` Proverbs 27:17; 19 (ESV)
Follow the Sun is a poem God gave to me about beauty. It really started out being a note to remind the 8th grade girls at my school that they are beautiful. I struggle with my self-image every day, so I know it feels nice when someone tells you “You’re pretty,” or “I like your shoes.” Just little things can make any day brighter, and so I decided to redeem notes by putting encouraging notes in my friends’ lockers. The catch is that they don’t know it’s from me, which I love because I sincerely hate the spot light. I can’t sit in the dead center or the front of the room when something is going on. It makes me feel that everyone is watching me, I immensely hate that feeling. Anyway, God gave me “Follow the Sun” while I was just editing my note, for my friends, in “Reminders,” on my iPad. Eventually it became something much more different than I thought, but it still serves it purpose in telling those who listen that they are and can be beautiful if they “Follow the Sun”.
The World Series. That's all everyone seems to care about right now. Or at least everyone in my family that is. And I, well I support the Cardinals and I think they are amazing baseball players. Honestly though, I don't obsess over this like many people do. While everyone is focusing on the game, I'm focusing on getting my History project done. I listen to the soundtrack of my favorite musical to block out the noise of my family complaining about how horrible the Cards are doing, and how much it sucks that we're losing. My mom and sister were helping me with my project. I said how annoying they were being, and started to take my work up to my room so I could be away from all the commotion. My mom yelled at me, telling me to get back in there. I don't see what the big deal is. I'm trying to get away from the sin they're causing, but they're just pulling me back in, making all my thoughts have to do with how annoying my family is. My mom kept telling the cats how good they were being for not messing up the project. They can’t understand her. She never seems to be proud of me for having straight A's or not procrastinating on my project. I can understand her. What I don’t understand is that the only things that she says to me are orders or routine questions, such as “how much homework do you have?”, “when do you want me to pick you up?”, and “what do you want for dinner?” I don't care how old I am. I'm always going to need to hear encouragement. "I'm gonna kill a baby", my sister said. I don't care how frustrated she was about the game or if she was kidding. Those words should never come out of anyone's mouth. In fact, in English, I'm writing my persuasive essay on how abortion should be illegal. Two months before I was born, my family was in Florida for Thanksgiving. That's when my mom started having problems in her pregnancy. She would've only been five months pregnant then. She didn't know if she'd be able to go back home on their flight. A doctor at a hospital in Florida asked her if she would just rather have an abortion. Luckily, my mom wasn't stupid enough to say yes. Everyday, life ends before it even starts because of abortion. Right now, I'm wishing that a life ended caused by abortion could be spared. I wish my mom would've said yes, and that another child could've lived instead. I'm not saying that I'm suicidal or anything. It's just that I don't think I'll ever have a purpose in life. Life scares me. Everyone around me has seemed to be good at something since they were young. They've been interested in what they're going to end up doing in life for their whole lives, whether it's sports, art, theatre, academics, anything. I know you have given me talent, but I haven't had much time so far to use it. My dreams are too big for me to handle. I'm too spoiled, too used to getting what I want. When my life doesn't go as planned in the future, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't feel like anything would be different if I wasn't born. If anything, people's lives around me would be better. There would just be one less mouth to feed. There would be one less person to hate. There would be one less person to have a broken heart. I just don't know why you chose to let me live. On top of the whole abortion thing, I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for modern medical machines that saved my life. I was born prematurely, and was barely over 4 pounds when I was born. I had to have a surgery because I couldn't digest food or whatever. I'm thankful that you let me live, but I'm still wondering why you did let me live.
ReplyDeleteI know you have potential, don't ever give up on your dream. I have a far-fetched one too, and I have no idea how I'm going to get there or if I will be good at it or not. All I can say is work hard. It would be different if you weren't born, no one would know you. You have beauty and bravery and a pure heart. I don't even know your name, but I can tell that from your psalm. Always remember, you are you, and no one can take that away from you. God loves you, that's why he let you live. He plans everything not for pain, but for the best. God would never want to hurt you. Yours is a spot that can never be replaced.
DeleteNow, I do not hate my my life, by any means. I don't have any real problems, and I'm very blessed. I thank you, God, for that. I'm not typing this for a grade. And I'm not trying to sound like an attention craver, either. The reason I'm typing this and posting this to this website is because I feel like you can't hear me, God. I believe in you, and I believe your son, Jesus, died to save my sins. I repent every time I remember to. But I don't feel like I'm fully a Christian, and I don't think I can be without your help. I ask you so many times to just lead me towards you. I want to live my life for you, but you're not helping me to do so. You're the lock on the door to all my answers, and your combination doesn't make sense to me. I can't figure it out. I'm a sinner. I'm going to forget to remember you unless you help me. So why aren't you helping me, God? You say that you should come first in my life, so why aren't you helping me to achieve that? I feel like you have standards that I can't reach. I've seen my sister cry before, because my dad gets mad when she doesn't make straight A's. I'm crying as I'm writing this now. I feel like I have to be perfect. Not for you to love me, and not for me to get to heaven. I just feel like I have to be the perfect Christian in order to be categorized as a Christian at all. But I just can't be. Not without you. I don't care if any person reads this or not. I just want you, God, to see this. I need your help. Please.
ReplyDeleteWell I see it too :-) I am praying for you. If you need to talk come by my room.
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