She knows what they're thinking. She can see it in their eyes. They see no flaws. No imperfections. No failure. They see a sweet girl; one with a kind heart and compassion for others. They see a 'good little Christian' who tries her hardest in every situation.
And apparently she's better than them. Because that's what counts, right? An A+ for attempt.
Wrong.
Sometimes she sees herself as they see her. And it breaks her heart. Because she knows it's a lie.
She hides it well. But she has destroyed her temple too.
She has broken down doors; shattered windows; tracked mud and dirt and grime. She has allowed mold and mildew to seep into the
My flesh
is weak;
a can of tin
compressed.
I run.
I hide.
Concede defeat;
repressed.
He stands.
He speaks.
He works through me;
restores.
My spirit
strong;
adversity
endured.
Find Your Foundation, Find Your Wings by Alter47, literature
Literature
Find Your Foundation, Find Your Wings
Take heed of this ground
On which you stand
This solid bedrock
This steady land
Take captive each thought
Let wisdom safely guide
She is there when you seek
Firm and sure by your side
Feel the whisper of wind
Between feathers so light
Defy your cold boundaries
Take joy in your flight
Feel His pure spirit
Filling your soul
The pulse of new life
In a heart made of coal
Burrow strong roots
Within His foundation
Spread wide golden wings
Rejoice in salvation
She knows what they're thinking. She can see it in their eyes. They see no flaws. No imperfections. No failure. They see a sweet girl; one with a kind heart and compassion for others. They see a 'good little Christian' who tries her hardest in every situation.
And apparently she's better than them. Because that's what counts, right? An A+ for attempt.
Wrong.
Sometimes she sees herself as they see her. And it breaks her heart. Because she knows it's a lie.
She hides it well. But she has destroyed her temple too.
She has broken down doors; shattered windows; tracked mud and dirt and grime. She has allowed mold and mildew to seep into the
My flesh
is weak;
a can of tin
compressed.
I run.
I hide.
Concede defeat;
repressed.
He stands.
He speaks.
He works through me;
restores.
My spirit
strong;
adversity
endured.
Find Your Foundation, Find Your Wings by Alter47, literature
Literature
Find Your Foundation, Find Your Wings
Take heed of this ground
On which you stand
This solid bedrock
This steady land
Take captive each thought
Let wisdom safely guide
She is there when you seek
Firm and sure by your side
Feel the whisper of wind
Between feathers so light
Defy your cold boundaries
Take joy in your flight
Feel His pure spirit
Filling your soul
The pulse of new life
In a heart made of coal
Burrow strong roots
Within His foundation
Spread wide golden wings
Rejoice in salvation
When I fall down, will you pick me back up?
When I get cold, will you warm my soul?
When I get weak, will you be my feet?
When I fade, Oh will you you love me?
When I lose my way, will you guide me?
And if I sway, will you hold me tight?
If I happen to forget why we even came this way,
will you show me a little more of you?
Be my Love
Be my Love
Oh, Be my Love
Be my God, my Love
When I get tired, will you give me rest?
When I lose hope, Oh be my strength.
And when I forget, show me mountains I have climbed.
Show me love like I've never known before.
Be my Love
Be my Love
Oh, Be my Love
Be my God, my Love
My mind is full of secrets
My tongue is full of lies
I wipe away their tears
As I wait for mine to dry
My eyes are full of wonder
My ears are full of screams
I learn it once and learn it fast:
Nothing's ever like it seems
My feet are full of journeys
My fingers full of words
Sometimes I let them tumble out
And then wonder if they're heard
My back is full of burdens
My shoulders full of pain
But I'd rather suffocate in silence
Then sit a moment in the rain
My arms are full of weakness
My legs are full of strength
I don't know where my journey ends
I only know the length
My brain if full of knowledge
My soul is full of yout
Current Residence: Pennsylvania Favourite genre of music: any, really. exept rap. Rap needs to die. Favourite style of art: pencil drawing Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: Apollo, my 2-year-old ipod Favourite cartoon character: Ariel...or Gir. Either one, really.
Favourite Visual Artist
Akiane,Jan Van Eyck
Favourite Movies
Phantom of the Opera, mebbe?
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Jack's Mannequin, Hush Sound, Switchfoot, Ludo and more :D
I apologize profusely for the lack of Deviations on my webpage. I have several excuses:
1) I have no scanner
2) I have no time
3) because of #2, I have no artwork
4) I'm a college kid...life is rushed.
It's a sad thing, but true. If I do come up with anything, I'll try to post it. Honestly, I probably have some works that haven't been posted yet, but I don't even know what they would be...
This summer is looking more hopeful :)