Poetry

My Joy

On no one else will I depend

On no one else will my smile bend

My joy comes from within

And when my heart does break

It will also mend

It will not only mend

But grow stronger as it learns

That my peace is a part of me

Not a result of all I observe

No it’s not from my friends

My work or my sacrifice

But from who I am 

And how I interpret this life

Poetry

In Freedom

Do not promote guilt

When I died to set you free

Who decides which sin is worse

When this wasn’t even clarified by Me?

It is the condition of the heart

That only the Father can see

And He deals with it in grace

Not in condemnation to imprison thee

1 Samuel 16:7

“…The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”

Matthew 15:14
“Leave them; they are blind guides. If the blind lead the blind, both will fall into a pit.”