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TTruly has he spoken in his word,
Tested the commands that we have heard.
Thank the Lord for wrath and mercy both,
Thank the Lord for pruning and for growth.
Tread upon the path that He has set:
Time is his. Why hold onto regret?
Trust in Him whose walk has never slipped;
Take His grace, and by it be equipped.
The Joy of Man's DesiringHis voice was ringing in my ears, a dare
To look beyond my wildest dreams, forswear
The comfort I had grown accustomed to
For something more eternal and more true.
"The eyes of God are sweeping to and fro
To find a man who steps in faith to go
Submit to lordship with a humble heart,
Who hears His call to sanctify his name
And let the nations deeply know his fame,
Who clings devotedly to Jesus Christ
And loves him greater than his very life,
Who by the Spirit day by day obeys
Its precious urgings and its holy ways.
That one of you would open up their eyes
And know this is your joy, not your demise!"
His words were different, but in my ears
I heard God's voice. And oh, those burning tears,
Those tears burned hot and heavy like
My hamm'ring heart, for that immortal strike
Had caused the visions and ambitions I
Had desperately clung onto to die.
I wept. I sobbed. I could not hold it in;
I saw, convicted, how great was my sin.
Pass me, Lord, I cannot bear this cup
With all the ways I've
Sonnet LIXOp. 25, no. 6
Spirit and Flesh
That I might see what the old world could say
If we by fluke of chance should come to meet!
Would Belial keep Christ as far away
As could be walked by weary, bloodied feet?
Or would he, like a flapping moth to flame,
Find hope of glory irresistible?
This confrontation difficult to name
Of forces spiritual and physical
Is one that daily wages in my soul,
A new creation breaking from the chains
That held it down. This skirmish for control
Will rage until the rightful world remains.
My old self, who I was, you shall not be
The self I hold for all eternity.
HelpOh Lord, whose throne is planted in the skies,
Regard your servant's upturned, tearful eyes;
I look to you, be gracious unto me,
Whose soul is rent by terrifying grief.
The scorn that hurts me, put it all to shame
When tempest-tossed I call upon your name.
A Frozen Ballad, Part IVSnowmen Left Unbuilt
From that day on, the princesses
Were worlds apart by doors.
They longed for happy times that could
Not happen anymore.
For thirteen years, the younger sister's
Knock was left ignored,
And building snowmen, when she asked,
No longer struck a chord.
For while the halls where Anna roamed
Were warm and sunshine lit,
The chamber Elsa paced in was
Her cage, its walls frostbit.
Her powers waxed year after year,
But yet, waned her control,
The worry and the anguish burrowed
Deep into her soul.
The gloves she wore were only good
For shackling her mind;
Her parents calmly talked, but she
Could not respond in kind.
"Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show,"
The mantra she'd repeat,
But in her heart she knew this was
Impossible, this feat.
The King and Queen, they sadly passed
Upon a stormy sea
And left two daughters on their own,
A land to oversee,
And broken hearts and memories.
What will you bring, O cruelest fate,
To thaw these frozen hearts innate
Before the time g
A Frozen Ballad, Part IIIThe Trolls
In ancient runes, the legends tell
Of strangest creatures, trolls,
Whose healing power stems from all
The magic they control.
And so the royal family
Took Anna, limp and cold,
On horseback to the valley where
Trolls live, as they were told.
They say the horse's path was trailed
By signs of Elsa's grief,
A line of hoary frost behind
Had caked on rock and leaf.
By nightfall they had reached the vale,
But nothing was in sight,
Just mossy rocks so strangely round
That littered all the site.
But hark! A rumbling of the earth,
And all the rocks revealed
That they had eyes and ears and noses
On the humans peeled.
The oldest and the craggiest
Came forth with worried gaze,
And placed a hand on Anna's head,
Who still lay in a daze.
"Fortunate, indeed we are,
It did not hit her heart.
The mind's a fool, it can be tricked,
Its workings picked apart.
When she awakes, her memories
Of magic will not stay,
But worry not, I'll leave behind
The wintry fun and play.
"And you, my child,
Sonnet LVIIIOp. 25, no. 5
To what you will, to you it doth belong,
These open hands and blessings you have shed,
That I might count my lot not with the strong
But with the weak and wandering instead.
Now let the broken be my brothers dear,
And as my sisters, all the castaways.
My family, the lowly that appear
To hold no hope until their end of days.
We are your sheep, the crowd from long ago
That filled your heart with mercy fit to burst,
The soil you found your gospel fit to sow,
The last you preordained to be the first.
Your mercies, let them be our mercies too,
Our only comfort and our point of view.
A Frozen Ballad, Part IIElsa and Anna
The sun awoke in Arendelle
And shed a golden ray
Into the room where Anna and
Her sister Elsa lay.
A child of the dawn indeed,
Sweet Anna was awake.
She clambered on her sister's bed
And gave her quite a shake.
"The sun's awake, so I am too!
It's time for us to play!"
But Elsa shoved her off the bed
And told her, "Go away!"
But one thing always got her out
Of bed, in Anna's plan:
"Oh Elsa, would you like to build
A wonderful snowman?"
They tiptoed to the ballroom, both
With stifled giggling.
"Do the magic," Anna cheered
With eyes a-twinkling.
What magic could have made her sister
Clap her hands with glee?
What power did young Elsa have
That Anna sought to see?
She swirled her hands, and in her palms
A snowball there she shaped.
And when she tossed it in the air,
The room with snow was draped.
Then Elsa stomped her foot upon
The ballroom's frigid floor
And froze it solid, all the way
From one end to the door.
And how they played! They built the snowman
Anna wanted s
A Frozen Ballad: Part IVuelie
There is a land up in the north
Where northern lights do glow,
Their luminescence brilliant
Upon the ice and snow.
Fair Arendelle, the kingdom of
The mountain and the fjord,
Holds beauty that cannot be tamed
By guile or by sword.
Here heroes dwelt, and ruled the land,
Their songs we still do sing,
And sung the most among this host,
Is Elsa, icy queen.
Her reign was then unparalleled
In might and grace and peace,
And still her legacy has shown
No signs that it should cease.
No song of Elsa would be true
Without her sister there,
Anna, younger by three years,
But every bit as fair.
One red of hair, one snowy white,
Like fire meeting frost,
They loved each other deep and true,
No matter what the cost.
Of Elsa and of Anna many
Stories we could tell,
But we shall sing a summer song
Of how the winter fell.
A song of love that conquers all,
Of hopes and bygone years,
Our story starts one summer morn,
When joy dissolved to tears.
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
My Love The ShipwreckMy love was a shipwreck deep under the sea,
a silent and watery prison for me.
With corners so silent and robes full of death,
and lips that could capture my every breath.
Fingers that groped quite like long strands of kelp,
dragging me down when I begged them for help.
A body as pale as a skeleton sunk,
wrapping me up in a tidewater trunk.
Dragging my tongue across decks made of night,
tangled in rigging that delayed my flight.
Dredging for anchors that didn't exist,
never quite knowing to cease and desist.
The crow's nest held views eternally blank.
Eyeglass-horizons so cloudy and dank.
Ghost-hunting sails without wind from afar,
with watery eyes staring up at the stars.
Drinking deep of a poison more potent than rum;
sobbing for gallows that just wouldn't come.
Walking on sandbars with no relative end,
fantastical promises just 'round the bend.
Screaming out into trenches as deep as the earth.
Discovering death when I wanted birth.
A face utterly haunting could drag me deep d
Needle of the PineYou're a needle of the pine, my dear -
a poking of the spine, a narrow rod
to gently prod my heart in waters brine.
And when I fall, you pull me tall
to bask in heaven's shrine, for what you are
'tis not sub-par, my needle of the pine.
Let MeLet me touch your chest
To make sure your heart's beating.
Let me feel your breath
To make sure you're still breathing
Tell me how I look
To make sure you still see me.
Tell me sweet nothings
So I can think you still love me.
A Million Stars in ViewA million stars in view,
And all I see is you,
Your words, they run me through,
Who else have you done this too?
I trusted you with a newborn soul,
You look at me with eyes of coal,
Your love has brought suck a toll,
With you leading an executioner's role.
You broke your promises into fours,
Shutting all your open doors,
Leaving me withered to my core,
A young heart beating on the floor.
A million stars out of sight,
A blanket of velvet for the night,
What was done to me wasn't right,
A broken heart won't stop the fight.
The Beating of a HeartThe beating of a heart,
Is more than just a sound,
It's the tune of a music hall,
Crowded all around.
The band takes its seats,
The conductor in his place,
A mysterious song,
Takes up a quickened pace.
Will this be in harmony?
Are we a strong duet?
Is this just a solo?
All I can do is fret.
The tempo of my heart,
Is beating out of time,
It's jumping from my soul,
And making my love rhyme.
Frustration surrounds me,
Staccato all around,
My heart's in double forte,
With each and every pound.
It turns into a waltz,
Then a jazzy tune,
This song is too confusing,
All I can do is swoon.
The song inside my heart,
A ballad of the best,
It's turning to allegro,
And running from my chest.
As the melody slows,
A fermata is all that stands,
The audience will pause,
Then join together all their hands.
Our tango was played well,
But I am at a loss,
What is this feeling?
My eyes feel quite cross.
The Only One LeftNobody wants you if you've beaten the block
But nobody wants the brand new
And you're constantly fighting the hands of the clock
Pretending you know what to do
And you're fooling yourself into feeling okay
And you smile every day when it hurts
Pretending the sunshine might clear up the rain
But the pretending rarely works
You can try to be brave and take on every leap
Hoping you might find the fall
But realising everyone is too far to reach
You still try but miss them all
Getting battered and bruised by the journey of love
Never finding the finished result
And just when you think that the world's had enough
It comes back with another assault
With the time passing by you're the only one left
And you're wishing for something to change
So you try with each heartbeat and every breath
But the sun still won't clear up the rain
Shadouge part 5Mierda…lo arruine todo parece que no tengo suerte pensaba mientras salía de la habitación
“Coronel Mark está bien como se siente quiere que lo ayude realmente lo siento no sé por qué shadow hizo eso ese tonto no se que le paso” dijo nerviosa rouge
“Jeje está bien hace mucho que no me golpean así, el tiene mucha fuerza, y si no te preocupes rouge yo estoy bien porque estoy acá contigo preciosa gracias por ayudarme jeje bueno mejor ya voy a ponerme algodón no quiero mancharme de sangre“dijo el coronel
“Está bien mark iré a buscar una enfermera, le avisare que lo revise y buscare a shadow hablare con el coronel adiós” dijo rouge con un tono triste
Adiós… mi sacerdotisa hermosa pensó mark
“Hola podrías ir a la habitación 115 a ver al coronel gracias enfermera“dijo rouge
Rouge empezó a caminar por todo el hospita
Oh, Love!...Being completely ruled by my heart,
Instead of governed by my head...
Is an inescapable trait of mine;
One, which I cannot seem to shed.
It makes me love your special eyes...
Much too much...to be very wise;
And causes me to yearn for you,
The second you slip from my sight...
So, that my thoughts constantly turn to you,
Throughout the day and throughout the night.
Oh, Love!...It makes my heart longingly ache;
Then, suddenly break with extreme joy...
The minute my tear-misted eyes happily trace,
The outline of your welcomely familiar face!
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
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