The Cross of Christ Discovering Our True IdentityMore Like This
The Cross of Christ
As Christians, we know that Jesus died on the cross for our sins. But why did He have to endure such an awful death? Couldn't He have redeemed humanity in some easier way?
To answer this question, we must first consider the righteousness of God. Because He is holy, no one has ever seen Him and lived. Our sinful nature cannot exist in the presence of pure holiness. The Bible tells us that "all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" (Rom. 3:23), and we know that "the wages of sin is death" (6:23). This reality leaves us in a lost condition, eternally separated fr
Cyber-bulling and my sorrowHi everyone....It's YoshiWii1 here. I am not very happy right now. In fact I am actually crying as I am typing this. That is right I am being cyber-bullied and harassed over Sonamy. This is not the first time this has happened. No...ZaraLol12's cousin who is a Sonamy haters told me and other Sonamy fans to die. He was banned for that. Then there was NicoleBeSexy a user who stole art from many Sonamy users most notably :iconklaudyna9818: Then NicoleBeSexy bullied her. I stood up for her klaudyna9818 then this where it only gets worse. NicoleBeSexy bullied me even worse than klaudyna9818. She called me ugly and other insults like "retard." She got banned. Then she created another account called "RetardWee1". She stole my profile picture and crudely graffiti all over it. Then she was describing me saying that "I am a Nazi that I am retard and a fag that likes gay porn." She was harassing me by spamming my wall and telling other users who are also Sonamy fans that she would give them pointMore Like This
Godly Relationships 79: Praise Him!If you're like most folks on the planet, you're a very busy person. Your life is probably hectic, demanding, and complicated. And when the demands of life leave you rushing from place to place with scarcely a moment to spare, you may not take time to praise your Creator. Big mistake.More Like This
The Bible teaches it clear: it pays to praise God. Worship and praise should be a part of everything you do. Otherwise, you quickly lose perspective as you fall prey to the demands of everyday life.
Do you sincerely desire to know God in a more meaningful way? Then praise Him for who He is and for what He has done for you. And please don't wait until Sunday morning-praise Him all day long, every day, for as long as you live...and then for all eternity.
Prayer of SalvationDid you know- God loves youMore Like This
Sin separates people from God
Jesus died for your sins
You can receive Jesus now and know God's love
The Bible tells us that
"if you confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him for the dead, you shall be saved." Romans 10:9
"Jesus answer, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the Kingdom of God." John 3:5
If you would like to be born again, and live eternity in heaven, please pray this prayer:
Heavenly Father, in Jesus name, I repent of my sins and open my heart to let you in. I ask you to be my Lord and Savior. I believe that you died for my sins and you rose from the dead. Fill me with your Holy Spirit. Thank you for saving me in Jesus name
Psalm 37:24The sun is litMore Like This
and the night is doused
the flowers wake and the trees are roused
all the things which were asleep has now arose
and how the sea of variety looks like a table lain with fruits aplenty
in this quiet room
I find my solace ...
O vast world where the mortal feet shall tread
for how long no one but the Lord shall know
and wherefore he shall rest
wherefore his soul leans towards
I pray that he leans towards the breast of the Lord
God Jesus Christ
how does one soul long for Your Holy touch
O my heart is heavy like the boughs of the trees
whose burden are roses red fruits as same as its flowers bloom
the sun her heavy brows are thick with sweat
and the flowers below they sigh with impatience
for the heat of the day has caused the wind to falter and sway
in the midst
upon that mount
waiting for me
was the breath of my purpose
the song which my heart yearns to sing
all the time
the taste of sweetness in every thing I eat a
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
Poetry Professors and Open Mic Nights.So guys, let me tell you what has been going on. While I have felt that my life is crumbling before my eyes, it has to get worse before it can get better right? Well, I have really been looking to expand my poetry and get with people who share my love for literature. After the awfully unfair grade I got on my last paper, I feel I really need this now more then ever. I was told ( on an opinion piece ) "Well, at least your creative—even though I didn't understand anything you said." And they failed me. Joy.More Like This
Anyway, I have always loved open mics, even though I've never been to one, ever. I found out a week ago that the Pub in my town holds open mics the first Thursday of every month. I got even more excited to find out they are run by the greatest creative writing teacher on the planet. He's a Greek God of words. I never got to take his class, unfortunately—but I have read his work and it would have been an honor to learn from him. Thus far
my palpitationswhen a palpable changeMore Like This
breathes discordance in my chest,
it is because
i am missing you.
you are an essential element
found in the body of the universe,
lock and key
struck in me.
i want the love i feel
to shine from me
the cosmos and stardust
collecting in the corners of your eyes
while you sleep.
and when i trail my fingers
like routes along a mountain peak
over your neck,
the thrumming is the sound
of solar flares.
i want there to be no question
that when my heartbeat stutters,
it is imitating my words
when i tell you that you are
my sun and stars.
Something(someone) Smallmy curious ivoriesMore Like This
tucked between these lips
beg to see what kisses taste like,
to feel what love looks like,
but dampened down
between safety and sound
the tiniest bones in my body, in my ears,
vibrate with a fake smile
and the nod of my dainty doll head
as i lie (with you/to you) again
and grimace; i'm okay.
WhoreI thread a vein out through a scalpel notch;More Like This
and use it as a ribbon to present my heart to you.
I cough a little spare blood. I didn't need it.
I lick the copper from my silenced subterfuge mouth
and it reminds me of the prostitution of my soul
as I pour myself over other men's empty hands
in the dying hope that someone might hold on.
I smear my wrist against a digital canvas and cry;
I give it all to you freely, and nothing in return.
You smile. I break. You hear but you don't listen;
you just throw another single penny for my thoughts.
Circus: The Bearded WomanI do not conform,More Like This
this is not by choice but by condition.
When people look at me
they see a freak, a travesty
As do I
but not for the same reasons as them.
Those who gawp
and gape and grunt
gruesome words at me.
They see my wiry beard
affixed to my delicate jaw and cheeks;
they laugh and laugh
and laugh at The Bearded Lady.
They see imperfection
on such a superficial irrelevant level
as they spin me in my cage
to get a better look
at my flaws.
Hair growing on my face
doesn't make me broken, or damaged.
The cysts do;
popping tiny kernels in my ovaries
and flushing hormones through me
these are the things I worry about
while others mock me for my features -
and take photos for mementos
of their time at the circus.
I don't care about the beard
I care about the children,
bearded or otherwise, I'll never have,
and the ache for their limbs
entangled in my arms,
their breath on my skin.
Who cares about a preconceived --
( unable to conceive ? )
- notion of beauty
Chalk OutlineA chalk outline waits for meMore Like This
sometimes it slips into bed with my shadow
and I can do nothing but roll my eyes
like a mis=abused and weary parent,
but every night when my shadow
merges with the edges of the day's page
and blurs into a dirty midnight orange
I lie in bed and shudder;
without my shadow's protection I feel it,
a chalk outline waits for me.
MutantHear me read itMore Like This
I am a mutant.
| My skin does not sallow in the sun
and I do not blush jaundice through my cheeks.
| I do not have extra fingers, or toes -
although my spine;
it boasts an ironic vertebrae,
it is a long tally of the hearts I have broken
and when I straighten my spine the bones Pop out of place.
I am out of place.
| I do not have a super power,
I lack exceptionality in all but my ordinariness.
| there is a vengeful bacteria feasting -
on my shoulder places;