I'm in my own

'I'm found in your embrace...'

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remind the sick why he is sick,
as the cure for the ill,
is a stand that is unwilling,
and a will that is unending.

remind the lost why he is lost,
as a map for the astray,
is bread crumbs to a point,
and a signal to beaten down paths.

remind the torn why he is torn,
as thread for a break,
is a stitch for lovelorn-ness,
and a cover for vulnerability.
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for each passer-by,
that holds a different interest,
a different relief,
and a different character,
brings with that person,
a similar process,
a similar situation,
and a similar outcome.
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I'm reminded,
that life reels back its line.
I'm reminded,
that life puts it back in.
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just grant me a glimpse,
'cause this is awesomely dreadful...
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'...rain down on me'

Rain Down
- Hillsongs -



p.s. hope you know you are cared for,
hope you know who you are.

these days

maybe later,
or maybe never.

on a happier note,

maybe later,
or maybe never.

so simple its annoying,
so halved its apparently everything.

the stage is over there

time after time,
so i'm just dreading to see,
what would become
of me you call 'free'.

why can't you see
that the best part of me,
is lost when i try,
and appears when you cry.

Someone Like You

Angel of Mine

Staring through the blinds,
where the world's end meets,
is done without incline,
for the heart to find its deed.

As dew, a crystal blanket,
so simple, so divine;
As you, beyond the loveliness,
that any man could find.

Looking past a postcard view,
I see you looking at me too,
a clove, a tree, a bird or two,
and the gem of all, I long for you.

As the past was broken,
and the present ever breaking,
they remind me of the loose ends,
that requires my mending.

And through blistering winds,
a face filled with sorrow,
will come a heaven sent,
to fill up my tomorrow.

The right to wait, a giving blessing,
as time allows for further healing,
for through this comes a better gift,
an exchange of love, of life, of bliss.

Night falls into shade,
winter to grey,
regardless of the scene,
for you, I will pray.

The sky that spies through the moon and the sun,
knows how to tell when the day has begun,
that we should know what needs to be done,
when we finally find she who's called 'The One'.

And I will be ready,
filled with His great love,
that when nearing completion,
I shall claim you, my dove.

And though I've yet to see your face,
a dazzling beauty I wish to embrace,
I'll wait for that time, one moment, one place,
for where in this lifetime, my love properly placed.

(angel, for I've yet to see you
but know that you are
out there somewhere)

'I Knew I Love You'
-Savage Garden-

a love cliche',
the worst kind,
but even when it is,
you tend to wonder.