Freedom is not mine

I tried to speak my mind,
to say what was locked up in me.
I thought it would be easy,
but then I thought that I was free.

Freedom is a state of mind,
an ideal place to be.
They say put yourself in a quiet place
and freedom is what you'll see.

Well I've read all those books,
and I don't think they're for me.
My freedom is just outside of me,
and someone else holds the key.

Whole at last?

My past is getting longer,
as the years have swiftly passed.
I look back across the milestones
of a heart that's at half mast.

Part of me is missing,
it shows as cracks upon my soul.
The years have turned the cracks to scars,
am I ever to be whole?

The future is much shorter,
precious time I cannot waste.
I need help to heal this broken heart.
I need the gift of my God's grace.

Who am I to seek such a gift?
Why should my heart be raised?
Then again, who am I not too?
All God's children are worthy of His praise.

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Forgive me all my tresspasses.
My heart is open, I beg you in.
My scars are fading, will I be whole at last?

Heartstrings

Heartstrings stretched from inside out
play a tune of perfected joy.
The musician stands and turns about
although full grown he's just a boy.

Some heartstrings worn and some are new
but all are alive and all are in tune.
This boy at heart, into man he grew
gives all of his heartstrings to you.

Hopes, and dreams, and prayers all meet
and life's musician writes his tune.
The boy and girl in love should meet
and four times their love creates anew.

The boy is a father, the girl a mother
and together their love is perfected joy.
Sing me a daughter, sing me another
four daughters later, they're now bringing home boys.

What a wonderful mother,
what a wonderful wife.
She's been the guardian of my hearstrings.
She's my source of love, laughter and life.

Nicole

Nicole, 18 today.

T'was only yesterday, I cradled you in my arms.

Baby's breath, God's touch upon my face.

Eyes closed, I pray you'll never know harm.

Joy's tears, God's love upon my face.

You run and laugh, your innocence divine.

You hold my hand, so very much that means to me.

You scrape your knee, the heartache is all mine.

You look at me, and love is all I see.

Your first sister, so gentle when you touch.

I place her in your lap, you smile and hold her close.

God is here. God is love.