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Promise Notes: Lookin' Up
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. The greatest Love Story ever told- without you asking, a Man gave his life for you, taking up all your wrong, because only He can make it right. And whether you believe that what he did even matters or not, nothing will change the fact that He did all that- and all for YOU. For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal." John 3:16. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Promise Notes: Autumn
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Friday, October 3, 2014. I was riding my bike,. The cool wind kissing my skin,. As the warmth of the sun embraced me,. And I saw it. I was not expecting it. But I was not surprised. And in an instant, I knew. I knew what it all meant. And I welcomed this news. As an aged prisoner does. When he hears his chains. Unsure about what is to come. And unhurried to take that first step. Yet unabashed in reveling in the moment. After this moment,.
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Promise Notes: October 2014
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Friday, October 3, 2014. I was riding my bike,. The cool wind kissing my skin,. As the warmth of the sun embraced me,. And I saw it. I was not expecting it. But I was not surprised. And in an instant, I knew. I knew what it all meant. And I welcomed this news. As an aged prisoner does. When he hears his chains. Unsure about what is to come. And unhurried to take that first step. Yet unabashed in reveling in the moment. After this moment,.
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Promise Notes: November 2013
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Saturday, November 9, 2013. Ode from a Broken Heart. How long does it take for a broken heart to heal? How long until I can see my heart has more to feel? How long until your memory will disappear? How long until this life seems to be real? I wait and cry and hope. For something more than what I have. Cause all I have is myself and these memories. They dance on the ceiling-. Images of us , and of what we had. Time is not a friend of mine.
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Promise Notes: Freckles
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Wednesday, January 1, 2014. I remember the first time you showed me your hand. And shared a moment of your humanness with me. You were worried about getting old, and seeing a small light brown freckle. Must have been tough for you. But to me, its beautiful. You’re hands are only getting softer. Your heart only bigger. Your smiles only wider. I think you cherish everything more now-. At least I know I cherish you more every time I see you.
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Promise Notes: July 2014
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Friday, July 11, 2014. Can get you into trouble. When the meaning can double. Without a solution to solve them. And the rhythm of the heart. In the confines of the finite understanding of our minds. And for one time. This moment leaves my eyes. Fogged to the brim. With a misty blur. Of could have's and should have not's. Of why did it have to be this way's. Of why did you have to go's. Of why even together i feel so alone's. But your touch,.
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Promise Notes: Ode from a Broken Heart
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Saturday, November 9, 2013. Ode from a Broken Heart. How long does it take for a broken heart to heal? How long until I can see my heart has more to feel? How long until your memory will disappear? How long until this life seems to be real? I wait and cry and hope. For something more than what I have. Cause all I have is myself and these memories. They dance on the ceiling-. Images of us , and of what we had. Time is not a friend of mine.
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Promise Notes: The Girl in The Bake Shop Window
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Friday, October 25, 2013. The Girl in The Bake Shop Window. Every morning, as I'm on my way to work, I pass by a small bake shop. It is as if I could almost smell the freshly baked bread, as if it seeps through the walls and kisses me, softly. Growing up, my step father was a baker for some time, and that smell brings back happy memories. But as I smile, thinking of a once happy childhood, I notice the girl in the window. The Sound of Me.
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Promise Notes: January 2014
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Personal Poems and Pieces of Promise. View my complete profile. Wednesday, January 1, 2014. I remember the first time you showed me your hand. And shared a moment of your humanness with me. You were worried about getting old, and seeing a small light brown freckle. Must have been tough for you. But to me, its beautiful. You’re hands are only getting softer. Your heart only bigger. Your smiles only wider. I think you cherish everything more now-. At least I know I cherish you more every time I see you.
