"The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does make me a different kind of woman." ~ Elisabeth Elliot

Lead Me To The Cross

Lead Me To The Cross

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Illuminating Lights

She dreams she’ll be the girl in the corner no one knows but everyone wants to meet
With quiet and mysterious air she haunts everyone’s memory…
Like a shot of straight whiskey or a breath of cold air
She’ll make you intoxicated with the flip of her hair
You’ll be begging for more when she glances your way
But once she was covered in pain
She was hated and disgraced in a world far away
Unaccepted and left out, she felt like a tree in a drought
Slowly dying and fading while the cactuses would sprout
But once she escaped from the climate of shame
She grew until she became beauty and fame
A weeping willow, the epitome of broken grace
As the girl in the corner, and no one knows her name
Yea, no one knows her beautiful name
A captivating mess, with eyes like the sun
She’ll make you wish you had a chance at her love
But she draws herself away with the pain of mistakes
Of a boy in a land long ago still in her brain
A broken heart once, never again will she make
As unsteady a step towards something so vague
Sometimes when you listen you can still hear the cry
Of the lonely beauty all alone in the night
In a beachside confined to the cabin of the night
Till the sun glances on the waves of time
Maybe one day someone will win her heart
Guarded by iron wall nearly 100 feet high
A symbol of sorrow unaffected by the winds of time
Only to be scaled by a lover committed to find
The treasure that lies beneath the walls greased in turpentine
If you ask her kindly she’ll start to resist
Then in silence she’ll muster her breath
To sing of lost love and the tears that she shed
Of beautiful love songs cast on her smile
Of a boy long ago with the sincerest guile
And the lies that he shared tasted so bittersweet
Reality sank with its harsh memory
And though he said he loved her more than everything
He abandoned her at the first sight of controversy
She sings with a mix of laughter and sighs
With eyes sparkling at the memories
Heartbroken tears in her eyes
“She loved him,” they say, “She was always true.”
“But to that point of adversity she was forever blue.”
And to think, once, long ago
This all started with just a little show
Of emotions and love, it was just a slight glow
Shattered by lies and devastated hopes
“Why could he not love me?” she wonders every night
Amidst anguish and a tired heart from the fight
Was she not worth it? Was she not good enough?
Would the problems with her make him seek other love?
And if you would watch her, you’d see those golden eyes
Sparkle with sadness as a tear slips from her eye
True love shows no bounds, if it does it’s not true
She’d repeat this to herself even in the saddest of moods.
But in the dark, late at night, a tear would slip from her eye
And travel down to a heart broken fronm time
Who would be so harsh to break such a heart?
Will she ever love again, and have healing to such a scar?
Only time will tell if she forgets about the part
She played in a romance that hit her right in the heart.

mon cœur est brisé