PastorBrad

This sea is so cold. I'm so numb. This water's so dark; So dark it hurts to look. Where am I? How did I get here? Where will I go? My feet are bricks. My lungs are filled with water. So heavy. So numb. If I stop swimming, will I drown? I'm so tired. My clothes are so drenched; So heavy. The tide is starting to rise. There's an iceberg floating by, But its fate is no different than mine. When I slip under the surface, Will they find me again? Will it hurt? The waves are slapping me, Telling me to quit. "Give up", they say. Their voice is so soothing. "We bring peace. No more pain" A comforting whisper. I'm so dark.

We write a thousand pages that will never be read; just for the keepsake of tomorrow when all else is gone and dead. Who's to say that this is real When we're so numb we can't even feel? The ashes of our love are left in a heap, and the wounds of the past are far too deep. We focus our energy to please ourselves, and keep God in a Book on the bottom of the shelf. What makes us think that we have it all? Who will catch us when we're in a free-fall? All our sowing will be in vain when all we reap is corruption and pain. We've left our scar on the earth, but that's just what it is; a scar. It's no landmark, for we're nothing abov

Why does it hurt so much to be apart? She's always in the back of my mind, And sometimes it's just so hard to find A place to rest my feeble head, Or a chance to catch my shallow breath. To touch rock bottom, it feels like I have to reach up; It's so hard to keep from allowing this to corrupt My way of thinking and my way of life. When will I be taken out from under this knife? This knife that's butchering my heart, causing this screaming. This knife that cuts out my tongue, leaving me speechless and bleeding. This knife that severs my nerves, leaving me searching. This knife that cuts deep, leaving me hurting. The very blade I o

My eyes are bleeding from all the tears I've shed. From the memories of all the innocent who've bled, Or from the memories who didn't know Christ and are dead. I'll bury my face in my pillow and drown in tears Because the materialization of my biggest fear Has come true after all these years. The bittersweet memories of when we used to sing and dance Have all come back to haunt me because I know there's not a chance And there's no way that we'll meet again someday. For your neglect of His gift, now you pay. So all I can do is sit and pray For a peace of mine and my own sanity. You didn't take heed to my call and now you're gone.

A hand to hold, Beautiful eyes to behold. My heart is yours to mold. Like a leaf in the wind, I shake when I see you. Every time I do, my passion for you is reborn anew. God sent you into my life right on cue. Your flowing, curly blonde hair is like a beautiful desert: Each strand is like a grain of golden sand, Intricately placed for the overall beauty of the masterpiece. Your face is like the finest of fine creams: Smooth and spoil free.  A mixture of beautiful, ripe, incorruptible tones combined to make a window into heaven. Your words take flight with new life and spread light on my dark world. With vibrant pinks, purples, and

Is this love?  I must know. Is she the one I'll marry, or is this all just for show? Embrace me now and don't ever let go. Right now I don't want this to end. When I'm with her, all of the tragedies in life mend. It's amazing how one girl can make my whole life shine. So tell me now, will she be mine? Is this Your will, or am I fabricating my own? Please, Father, You must make this known. Because right now I just can't take it. This joy inside makes me wants to explode. So tell me now; is she the one? If not, is this just an aimless endeavor? Is this just a pointless problem purposed on puncturing my prematurely love-stricken hea