Diamond In The Rough

The rock is unearthed.
A diamond is born.
Unclear and jagged,
What it will become,
Is what it already is.
It just doesn't know it yet.
Handled delicately, and finely crafted,
It begins to take shape.
It does not transform on it's own,
But at the hands of another.
Someone who see it's potential,
And knows all along, what it truly is.
When it is done,
It shines for the world to see.
Once, just a vision, now real.
It took the one that believed in it,
To shape it, to polish it,
And show it what it was all along.
He believed in the diamond in the rough.
As I believe in you.

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How Do You Measure Up?

If you measure yourself by ambition,
There will always be someone more ambitious than you.
If you measure yourself by money,
There is always someone wealthier than you.
If you measure yourself by power,
There is always someone more powerful than you.
If you measure yourself with material things,
There is always someone with more stuff than you.
If you measure yourself by where you are in life,
There is always someone farther down the path than you.
If you measure yourself by appearance,
There is always someone that appears than you.
If you measure yourself by God,
Then we are all the same.
We are all wonderfully and beautifully made.
God is love.
And love has no end.
So in God's heart,
You will always measure up!

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Becoming Love

Looking for love.
Love from another.
One to fill my void.
A void that could not be filled.
The void was within myself.
Love has no criteria,
It has no agenda,
It has no motive,
Except to love.
It is void of expectation.
If I were to become it,
Then I could find it anytime.
For it would always be within me.
Our will, seeks to be loved.
God's will, asks us to become love.
Love, attracts love,
Like motive, attracts motive.
Love is for another,
Motive is for self.
You find what you are willing to share,

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Lion's Pride

The Lion, He sits upon the mountain.
Watching over the pride, which is His joy.
Emotionless.
He shows no fear.
With Him, a calmness and peace.
He struts with confidence.
As he approaches the pride,
No one will challenge Him.
He is Alpha.
The true leader.
Both Trusting and trusted.
When confronted, it is not His pride He protects.
To protect His pride is foolish.
He knows He is Alpha
It is the pride,
The pride is for Him to sacrifice for.
The Lioness respects him
He is the head of the pride.
He loves Her and for the pride would lay down His life.
It is His cross to bear.

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The Puppeteer

Manipulate my every move.
I am under your control.
I do just as you make me do.
I'm there to play your role.

I am at your whim and beck and call.
Do with me what you may.
You make me do things I don't want to do.
But this is how you play.

The script is how you wrote it out.
You make me read my lines.
Your story it hurts me way too much.
But it's all by your design.

If I revolt, you pull your hand.
I fall onto the ground.
So I have to be who you want me to.
I dare not make a sound.

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Arise & Shine

The only way to love,
Is through love.
You must seek love,
Then you will find love,
Eventually to become love.
The stairway to heaven,
Is at the end of the highway to hell.
For it not easy.
It is not love that hurts,
It is becoming love that hurts.
Our idea of love, is not love,
But want.
The cross is the example.
The man was the lesson.
The act was the proof.
Follow the example,
Learn the lesson,
Witness the proof.
Love of this is earth,
Is anything but truth.

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New Season

My season has ended, and so a new one begins.
Winter's old death, turning into spring's new life.
Sleeping flowers awaken, unleashing the beauty that lay dormant.
A bitter chill, to a warm breeze.
A wailing howling wind, to the peaceful sounds of birds chirping.
Frosts grip loosens and turns to morning dew.
Embracing what was once taken for granted.
Life, love and liberty.
Life once overlooked, now life looked over.
Love once ignored, now love is explored.
A prisoner once chained to mind,
Now liberated, my spirit roams free.
The new season brings new rules.
Not the rules of my old existence,
But the rules of universal love.
For my love to be true,
My life must be as well.
As it is love's experience,
That emerges from life's journey.

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I Am Love

Thoughts and actions of the highest regard.
Another before self.
Sacrifice all I am, and all I have,
When you call me to the battle.
I will stand up to the call.
Dying to my ways, in everyway.
A thousand deaths,
Each full of pain and suffering.
Disconnecting from the material,
Disconnecting from the ego,
To connect to the raw energy,
That was responsible for the creation of all.
Becoming all that is pure, lovely and beautiful.
Not for myself, but for another.
To show the façade we believe,
Is simply just that.
As the princess sleeps in her tower,
The prince arrives.
Though he is already a King,
A leader of men.

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The Distance

Do you think of me, when I think of you?
Do our hearts still beat in sync?
When I whisper your name do you hear me?
Or did you break the link?

I wonder when I dream of you,
If you dream of me as well.
Will you love me once again?
I guess time will only tell.

For every minute we're apart,
It seems like months and years.
I stare at your reflection,
In my pools of tears.

I long for you each and every day,
My heart is where you live.
I can be with you in my memory,
For you, my life I'd give.

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Soldier

The soldier, he has many battle scars.
But there's only a few, others can see.
The wounds, they did not kill him,
They made him who he was called to be.
Although some of his battles were easy,
Through each of his battles he died.
The pieces, which were his true enemy.
Were the pieces that did not survive.
When the soldier, he goes into battle,
He must know who his enemies are.
They are the ones that would harm another,
And make the soldier, seem like he, was the star.
It is only once you discover the enemy,
The march to victory, then can begin.
For the war that the soldier is fighting.
Is the battle he fights from within.
In each of us there is a soldier.
And each day, we fight the good fight.
For the ones who walk into victory,
Are the ones who find their true light.

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