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Once again, I had hurt my true love. Once again, I have run from Him, disobeyed Him, left Him to Himself. The pain I had felt was so great...
One day, I came back to Him with ill intentions. It seemed like I was some business person instead of His Beloved; a masked sinner with everything to hide.
When He saw me coming to Him, He smiled the biggest, most welcoming smile and He ran over to me, just like He had done in the past. I stood there and bowed my head.
"Nelly!" He said so beautifully that the trees bent over to listen to more of His melodic voice.
My head remained bowed. I lifted my right hand and removed a ring; a ring that He had given me. His smile immediately disappeared and He stared at my ring, then at me. He slowly lifted my head and asked gently, "Nelly...what are you doing...?"
I had tried to stay strong. But His voice, His beautiful, soothing voice, made tears slide down my dirtied face.
"I can't... I can't do this anymore, Jesus..." I said, trying to sound like the strongest person in the world.
Concern flooded His face and He bent down to my level.
"Do what, sweetheart...?" He asked, the leaves dancing to His voice.
"I'm going to hurt you again...over and over...non-stop! Don't You understand yet? I'm a sinner, Jesus! I'll never be as good to You as You are to me! Please try to understand! I'm doing this for Your own good; I'm getting out of Your life forever, and You don't ever have to worry about me ever again! You'll finally be happy! Please, understand!" I said, more tears coming from my eyes. My speech started to become very difficult to understand right around the "I'm a sinner..." part. But I couldn't help it.
Jesus didn't keep His eyes off me, His concern was still pasted on His face. He closed His eyes and I saw a tear slide down. I hate to see Him cry...and I knew that it was my fault...
After my rant, He simply grabbed my right hand with His left and put His right hand in mine. His eyes expressed so much love and sorrow...then, He simply pleaded...
"Please...don't leave me..."
I widened my eyes and fell to my knees. Did...did He just...I had never heard Him say anything like this to me before...
More tears spilled from my eyes as He whispered, "Don't leave me..."
I felt that if I had left Him, then His whole world would crash and burn. It seemed impossible; He doesn't need me!
But He wants me. O, He wants me...
And He wants you.
One day, I came back to Him with ill intentions. It seemed like I was some business person instead of His Beloved; a masked sinner with everything to hide.
When He saw me coming to Him, He smiled the biggest, most welcoming smile and He ran over to me, just like He had done in the past. I stood there and bowed my head.
"Nelly!" He said so beautifully that the trees bent over to listen to more of His melodic voice.
My head remained bowed. I lifted my right hand and removed a ring; a ring that He had given me. His smile immediately disappeared and He stared at my ring, then at me. He slowly lifted my head and asked gently, "Nelly...what are you doing...?"
I had tried to stay strong. But His voice, His beautiful, soothing voice, made tears slide down my dirtied face.
"I can't... I can't do this anymore, Jesus..." I said, trying to sound like the strongest person in the world.
Concern flooded His face and He bent down to my level.
"Do what, sweetheart...?" He asked, the leaves dancing to His voice.
"I'm going to hurt you again...over and over...non-stop! Don't You understand yet? I'm a sinner, Jesus! I'll never be as good to You as You are to me! Please try to understand! I'm doing this for Your own good; I'm getting out of Your life forever, and You don't ever have to worry about me ever again! You'll finally be happy! Please, understand!" I said, more tears coming from my eyes. My speech started to become very difficult to understand right around the "I'm a sinner..." part. But I couldn't help it.
Jesus didn't keep His eyes off me, His concern was still pasted on His face. He closed His eyes and I saw a tear slide down. I hate to see Him cry...and I knew that it was my fault...
After my rant, He simply grabbed my right hand with His left and put His right hand in mine. His eyes expressed so much love and sorrow...then, He simply pleaded...
"Please...don't leave me..."
I widened my eyes and fell to my knees. Did...did He just...I had never heard Him say anything like this to me before...
More tears spilled from my eyes as He whispered, "Don't leave me..."
I felt that if I had left Him, then His whole world would crash and burn. It seemed impossible; He doesn't need me!
But He wants me. O, He wants me...
And He wants you.
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Ephraim
I was there
when you took your first breaths,
a small wrinkly thing in my hand
- ugly as the night,
but to me: so beautiful.
And I loved you.
I was there
when you took your first steps,
grinning with pride, and clutching my hands
- falling once in a while
but I picked you up.
And I loved you.
I was there
when you were sick;
it was I who healed you,
for I loved you.
I was there
when you were hungry;
I bent down to feed you,
for I loved you.
But now
all grown up
you've wandered far
in desert wastelands,
sat in darkness
and deepest gloom.
You've become fools
through your rebellious ways
and now in the tempest
you sta
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Treasured tears
One
ten...twenty
thirty.
From the first day you were birthed,
You cried so many helpless times.
Each tear could never be numbered,
Impossible to keep count of their trails;
But God said 'I know ever hair on your head,'
He knows every tear that you shed.
The count of hairs is far easier to follow,
Than the amount of tears we each cry.
But He knows and He sees the pain and joy it brings.
One hundred
five hundred
.nine hundred
From one broken heart to another,
Each tear doubles in number by your tender soul.
You sometimes don't see the point in loving,
And would rather risk dying than hurting again.
Bu
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Prayer for my unborn Niece
Lord, before you formed her in the womb, You knew her.
Now, before she comes forth from the womb, bless her.
Bless her and keep her,
Bless her and consecrate her,
Bless her and keep her always in Your care.
Let her be strong and healthy,
Let her have a heart for You.
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I had this conversation with Jesus before. I was sick and tired of myself that I wanted to leave Him alone. He simply said, "Don't leave me."
Even in the worst situation, He still loves you and He wants you back. Don't leave Him.
Even in the worst situation, He still loves you and He wants you back. Don't leave Him.
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