The FlowersYour voice is like the flowers,singing pleasantness to My eyes.Wooing Me as the Wind moves.Entreating love,My heart's demise.And as their aroma strikes Me,I'll move light to shine on them.Because they sing sweet songs of beauty.Pouring fortha lovely scent.
My TestimonyThis is something I wrote to indicate how I felt 6 years ago. I wasn't a very happy person and life didn't have any pleasure for me at all. I wasn't depressed, I just didn't see the point in life - you're born, you grow up, you have children and then you die - Whoopidoo. It just seemed a bit futile to me I guess, having no real purpose and having a meaningless existence. I wanted to really live a meaningful life and it didn't matter to me if I became the most successful and richest person in the world - that still wouldn't give me meaning, that still wouldn't satisfy me.So I wasn't happy. And then my mom decided she wanted us all to start going to church. I wasn't too happy about this either, knowing that I'll be dragged out of bed early every Sunday morning, but she didn't give me much of a choice so I went.It was dull and boring - and it was almost like torture sitting there every Sunday - but still some of the words the Pastor spoke sunk in ... I had always wondered about Go
My HeartSlowly unraveling this heart of mine
The ColdI remember a time.The clock froze at six.Twirling rope through my fingers.I confided my heart.Bound to the floor.Finding no love as it reaches.And I yelled at the sky:Reveal me Your face!Let me feelYour all-knowing touch.For life has no purpose;you're birthed then you dieand this fact grieves my soul to the dust.What is the pointof rising by day?And what is the pointto lie down?I need to knowwhy my heart beats this way,and why life has no tasteto my mouth.For deep in my heartemptiness reigns.Not a tearcan crack my defenses.For I am as coldas the rocks on this grave.Not even paincan seep through my senses.So why do I feelso tormented inside?I was sure this would makeme stronger.Maybe You'remy meaning in life.Maybe You can quenchmy hunger.
Philipp's Daughters: EmancipationI may be a woman,but that does not decide my fate -for the Spirit of Godhas set me free.No longer boundto hearth and home,no longer is marriagethe sole option for me,no longer my purposechild-bearing alone -for the Spirit of Godhas chosen me.I will not be silencedor voiceless anymore:I have a message from God.I will not be second-class,worthless or ignored:for I am a daughter of God.In Him there is no woman,in Him there is no man,no servant or free,no Jew or Greek,but all one in Christand Christ in us.I may be a womanbut that makes me no lessin the eyes of the Lord.I may be a womanbut that will not keep mefrom preaching His Wordof salvation for all -for the Spirit of Godis working in me.