Clutching his Taylor 562ce Grand Concert 12-string guitar protectively, Soren closed the door. Continue reading
Words spoken thoughtlessly
Are like a piercing sword,
Deeply penetrating the soul,
Leaving eternal scars.
“The words of the reckless pierce like swords,
but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” Proverbs 12:18
I mourn for my planet,
broken and hurting,
so far from its Creator’s plan.
My heart weeps.
Love is a rose
It smells wonderful
But sometimes it hurts
There is a God who loves you,
There is a God who cares,
At times He seems far away,
But He is always there.
He is small and innocent looking,
Quietly slithering from one person to another,
Growing larger and believed more
After each retelling.
I long to run far away;
Away from pain, hurt, rejection.
Running swift like a cheetah,
Away from the cold, dark, dry, barren desert.