24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Someone once asked me,
“What happens if home isn’t where your heart is?”
What if home is hurtful
or scary
or not very supportive?
What if you don’t have a home?
my answer is this:
the heart is not a concrete thing,
not just an organ in your chest
your heart is carried with you
to draw on when you need it,
and to share when others need you.
If home is not where your heart is,
then your heart is probably concealed somewhere
like maybe the sole of your shoe.
I love you Yahuah
That, I can never forget
With you, no one comes before
You care for me
In you, I find peace
In you, I find love
Worshipping you is a must
Your love is kind
Your love is very patient
In my heart is your love
Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Hope…
It is the belief that keeps us going
It gives us strength to carry on
A small word with so much power
It can usher in the dawn.
It puts one foot in front of the other
Aiding you to cope
With anything life throws at you
Just remember to have
Hope…
Around here
I survive off of very little affection
Judgement begins in the eyes
It brings with it the possibility of being nothing
I choose to process life alone
with less intrusion
from the outside
I desire to be personified in love
without sacrificing my sensitivity
to break
Sleep is lost to me.
She has nothing on me.
Give me another chance to dream.
Please just let me be.
I am lost to sleep.
I know what I am
I’m a sinner
I’m not perfect
But I have so
much in the Lord
My Father
~
Hope is the first
thing that I have
When I’m done
with this life
I know where I’m
gonna end
~
Faith the second
sure of what I hope
for Certain of things
not yet seen
I know I’ll get there
when it’s my time
~
Peace the third
not afraid
to speak my mind
say what’s on my heart
and be just fine
~
Grace is the next
Undeserved
yet given
to us freely
We can’t earn it
by works or deeds
We have to accept
him to recieve it
~
Mercy is another
How we got it
I don’t know
We deserve to die
horrible deaths
for the sins we commit
yet the Father
sent his one and only
son to the cross to die
for us all
~
Love is one more
It’s patient and its kind
never late always on time
It is not proud
and keeps no records of wrongs
It’s always there
never fails and never ends
~
Joy is the last
thing on my mind
Inexpressable
at times
just how lucky I am
to be a sinner saved
by the blood of Christ
~
Hard to imagine living any
other way But
I am free and I am forgiven
And that’s just the way I like it.
“A long corridor,
Filled with doors aplenty,
Each door hides a different room to enter,
And a new world to explore,
You shan’t return from a room,
But further explore till the end of the great hallway is reached,
But till then the search for the best door continues.”