Why Me, Lord?
- přečtení 21
- Hlasy 0
- Části 1
Dokončeno stř, říj 14, 2015<5 mins
There comes a time in every believer's life, I think, where we wonder, "Why did God send His only Son to the cross for an undeserving person like me?" We'll never understand the fullness of His love for us this side of Heaven. I can't wait to get there so I can thank my Lord personally for His sacrifice.
Všechna práva vyhrazena
#697
praise
Připoj se k největší komunitě vypravěčůZískej personalizovaná doporučení příběhů, ukládej si oblíbené do své knihovny a komentováním i hlasováním buduj komunitu.
Taky se ti může líbit
A Daily Dose (The New Chapters)
To anyone who feels like they are alone and or having the darkest moments of their lives...Dokončeno
I pray, you pray, we all pray
Trying to use the gift God gave me of writing to spread the gospel. I do everything through Jesus's name, nothing is of myself. All glory and honor goes to God. This book will contain scriptures , prayers, thoughts & feelings. I encourage you to read. God bless you & yours. Jesus saves.Dokončeno
It does get better.
People say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - about me and my journey of getting better. ! As this is about self harm and other previously mentioned topics, it might be triggering. I don't glorify it in any way, though. I'm also not a native English speaker. If you find any mistakes, please tell me so I can improve.
skinny dipping
a collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult question: "who am i?" putting yourself, your true self, out there is terrifying. you feel completely exposed. naked. but here i am. and this is me. completely exposed for you to see the reality of me. disclaimer: does include some mature topics that may be triggering for some but none of it is graphic. (this may include mentions of sex, self harm, abusive relationships, death, gender dysphoria, and drugs)Dokončeno
Unashamedly Broken
This is a collection of poems written solely from my perspective. These poems are meant to spread hope even in the most dire of life's circumstances. PaigeDokončeno
Reflections of my Heart (Part I )
My heart beats only for You. The wisdom that You bestowed, clings to me and made me whole. Now, I am Yours. Use me.Dokončeno
Meaningless:: a collection
I've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you struggle with any of this please message me or contact a professional for help. (trigger warning: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, eating disorder) #170 in poetryDokončeno
Fuck You for Your Misunderstanding
Before I Sought the Light I Was: Entangled in the hurricane of carnal desires whilst fighting against the flow-less and time-consuming isolation that tempted me to stay in my place. I was staring at my own reflection for a number of days, hoping that when I blinked, I would see something change. When nothing did I began dancing into my psyche and peeping through keyhole at the center of my mind and through it I saw an endless battle between the perpetual darkness that loneliness entails and the wet roses of lust. I saw a war break out between the icy lands of my heart and the volcanic eruption of my thoughts. The shadows in the corner sending whispers via pigeons that would get caught in jet engines before they could be delivered to an ear eager to listen. As I stared through that peephole, hardly noticing the door, I wondered--and I wandered, until I was unable to distinguish either.
More Poetic Reflections
Poetic reflections on the victorious Christ.
Captivating Thoughts
Thoughts locked in my mind, like a prison as I try and survive. Though mentally we are a lot alike just two lost souls, battling for peace in a world of insanity. Will we survive, our own personal Hell? (All poems written by me, Jacey. 100% Original)
To anyone who feels like they are alone and or having the darkest moments of their lives...
Více informacíPokyny k obsahu