Jagged Places: once upon a time...
I call it Crystal Night of my soul...
Once upon a time a man with a hammer came and shattered my soul. Against my will.
All the Kings men could never put my soul back together again.
Where am I, who am I all the broken pieces ask?
I want to see light again but I’m scared to death.
You see, light to me is like darkness because what if the man with the hammer shatters us again.
So I hide in the shadows, in the torment, in the darkest places of Cassia’s heart.
Than no one can see me but I can see them.
Breathing again, shallow, slow, deep breaths
I see green, I see growth, I see hope.
I slowly get up from my hiding place…what will I see?
What will I see?
A reflection of my broken self in the blood, in the water…
Do the broken pieces meld together like water?
In each broken piece is a reflection of me, a beautiful reflection of me.
What will we do, what will we have when all of us step out of the shadows?
Will we be like the Power Rangers?
Do we each have a different color ring that becomes one color when we put our power together?
Once upon a time a man with a hammer came and shattered my soul. Against my will.
All the Kings men could never put my soul back together again.
Where am I, who am I all the broken pieces ask?
I want to see light again but I’m scared to death.
You see, light to me is like darkness because what if the man with the hammer shatters us again.
So I hide in the shadows, in the torment, in the darkest places of Cassia’s heart.
Than no one can see me but I can see them.
Breathing again, shallow, slow, deep breaths
I see green, I see growth, I see hope.
I slowly get up from my hiding place…what will I see?
What will I see?
A reflection of my broken self in the blood, in the water…
Do the broken pieces meld together like water?
In each broken piece is a reflection of me, a beautiful reflection of me.
What will we do, what will we have when all of us step out of the shadows?
Will we be like the Power Rangers?
Do we each have a different color ring that becomes one color when we put our power together?
One Day at A Time
Blue is for sorrow that turns into satin
Red is for hurt that turns into hope
Pink is for beauty that is starting to bloom
Light blue is for eternity that looked bleak and now is an ocean of possibility
Orange is for feeling crushed that’s becoming creativity.
Grey is for what I still don’t understand but more & more is becoming a reality
Green is for growth and my flower will never die because it is attached to Jesus my eternal vine.
Red is for hurt that turns into hope
Pink is for beauty that is starting to bloom
Light blue is for eternity that looked bleak and now is an ocean of possibility
Orange is for feeling crushed that’s becoming creativity.
Grey is for what I still don’t understand but more & more is becoming a reality
Green is for growth and my flower will never die because it is attached to Jesus my eternal vine.
Me
Do you know I'm hurting?
No one will sit still long enough to hear my story.
The ones who smile in my face and tell me they love me,
Do you know I'm hurting?
Me...who am I?
There's so much to me that no one knows...
So many desires, so much I've seen, so much I want to tell,
But you've already made a judgment about me.
You've already decided you know me...
Why don't you ask me who I am and sit and listen?
How 'bout you ask me what I do in my spare time and listen?
It seems to be all about you.
If I meet your needs, if I listen to you,
If I agree with your worldview then am I worth your time?
Does anyone just want to know me?
I don't fit in your box
In your carefully crafted categories
And I don't fit in your mold.
Even though in your mind you've already figured me out.
Do you know how much your comments hurt me?
Do you know my name? Where I come from?
Do you care?
No one will sit still long enough to hear my story.
The ones who smile in my face and tell me they love me,
Do you know I'm hurting?
Me...who am I?
There's so much to me that no one knows...
So many desires, so much I've seen, so much I want to tell,
But you've already made a judgment about me.
You've already decided you know me...
Why don't you ask me who I am and sit and listen?
How 'bout you ask me what I do in my spare time and listen?
It seems to be all about you.
If I meet your needs, if I listen to you,
If I agree with your worldview then am I worth your time?
Does anyone just want to know me?
I don't fit in your box
In your carefully crafted categories
And I don't fit in your mold.
Even though in your mind you've already figured me out.
Do you know how much your comments hurt me?
Do you know my name? Where I come from?
Do you care?
Open Wound
To be loved for just who I am, I don't know how to find this kind of love.
I've pretended, put on masks, acted pretty, acted cute, acted spiritual,
I'll be a chameleon if you'll pretend to love me.
Don't even know if I am worthy of love.
Trample all over me, but pay me some attention and I'll call it love.
My heart aches, it throbs, it cries out to be loved just for who I am, not for what I do.
If you love me too much, love me unconditionally I'll be afraid and run away.
I'd rather shut real love out then accept and lose it.
What is real love? I want to know if I can find it.
I play peekaboo. Sometimes I look but I don't really want to see it...
Maybe it will be too good.
Maybe it will disappear...
Sometimes when I don't feel love, I feel like I am going to suffocate.
Does God love me? Unconditionally?
Rarely see it in the church, or hear unfailing, perfect love preached.
When I think of love, I think of Jesus with His arms stretched out broken, bruised and beaten.
The religious folk saw me and passed by
but He is my good samaritan who found me in a ditch, picked me up
and cares for my deep open wound.
Maybe since the wound is open and exposed it will finally get the attention it needs.
I have never hurt so bad in my entire life.
I'd rather run from this pain then face it.
My heart has been broken for 23 years will it always be broken?
I've pretended, put on masks, acted pretty, acted cute, acted spiritual,
I'll be a chameleon if you'll pretend to love me.
Don't even know if I am worthy of love.
Trample all over me, but pay me some attention and I'll call it love.
My heart aches, it throbs, it cries out to be loved just for who I am, not for what I do.
If you love me too much, love me unconditionally I'll be afraid and run away.
I'd rather shut real love out then accept and lose it.
What is real love? I want to know if I can find it.
I play peekaboo. Sometimes I look but I don't really want to see it...
Maybe it will be too good.
Maybe it will disappear...
Sometimes when I don't feel love, I feel like I am going to suffocate.
Does God love me? Unconditionally?
Rarely see it in the church, or hear unfailing, perfect love preached.
When I think of love, I think of Jesus with His arms stretched out broken, bruised and beaten.
The religious folk saw me and passed by
but He is my good samaritan who found me in a ditch, picked me up
and cares for my deep open wound.
Maybe since the wound is open and exposed it will finally get the attention it needs.
I have never hurt so bad in my entire life.
I'd rather run from this pain then face it.
My heart has been broken for 23 years will it always be broken?