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Broken
All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams
I thought I found
Can you put me back together
I need your grace for my flaws
God I'm broken in this mess I've made
I need you to restore me
Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
And I'll always be whole
Featured
13 deviations
Literature
Galilee
Lord, if it is You, call me.
I can see You, You are showing me
The impossible is possible,
And I believe
That if I sink
You will catch me
And not let me drown.
Lord, was that You calling me?
I can't hear you, I can't see you now.
It couldn't have been you,
I just imagined it.
I think I'd better
Just wait to see
If you call me again,
So I won't be a fool.
Child, I'm still here, calling you.
I can see and hear you speak to me.
Nothing is impossible for me.
Do you believe
That if you answer
I'll turn away from you
And just let you sink?
Child, I know your very thoughts.
Nothing in you is hidden from me,
Even prayers never uttered.
I am not m
Christian Poetry
193 deviations
Literature
To my Perception
Could such be real as this,
The four limbed flower,
With soul and potential,
Before me now with arms open?
Do these tired eyes,
Weary from the bags
That they carry without end,
Deceive by this blessing?
This oasis of a woman,
Who bears the love of Heaven,
Giving to me, it by a single kiss...
To my perception, I am awake...
I am awake and alive,
In the arms of this heart and soul.
Beneath the wings of grace,
Undeserved to a single bit of this.
She is real, to my perspective...
She is love, to my perception...
I am whole...
I am happy...
Other Poetry
118 deviations
Literature
Wonderings that lead me nowhere.
How fast time can tick by from just laying in the dark of my bed? I use to aspire to do nothing more or less than to wake up early in the morning, play video games until two in the morning, and then sleep the rest of the morning away to repeat this cycle all over again. Now, I just lay there, on my back stating at the ceiling and checking the time periodically. On my good days, I would run for an hour or two then retire back to my bed to daydream, since I hardly dream naturally. I don't know what it is, apathy? Depression? Existential exhaustion? I've been on the journey of questioning everything that life claims to be and what people aspire
Prose
35 deviations
Literature
A Psalm of Life
Kyle Shipley 12/11/11
A Psalm of Life
What is thy purpose, O life?
Where is thy zest?
You are but an empty mist that lingers
along a hopeless void, destined to fade.
Our plans, our wishes, our aspirations,
they are but chaff to the wind, destined for inferno,
as are we, wretched, deplorable little vermin, deserved
of eternity in the flames of Hellfire.
But Oh, I see redemption, I see salvation,
it is you, my redeemer, my Father, my Passover Lamb.
Yes, it is you in truth, the one wh
Testimonies
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