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No Choir Sang
He met Christ in a prison cellwith tears in both eyes.The bars still stood,but the chains broke inside. No choir sang,no crowd to applaud—mercy whisperedwhere guilt once roared. He left prison changed; carrying his cross.For the free man filled with hope and love – not pain and loss.
Matter Doesn’t Matter
Matter doesn’t matter,Though kingdoms rise and fall.Gold will lose its glitter,Proud towers will fall small. Dust returns to dust,As every grave has shown.But Christ has conquered death,And calls His children home. So let my heart seek treasureNo thief or moth can claim.Matter doesn’t matter,Only the love of Christ remains.
The Empty Chair
I know long and lonely roads.My hands, like my pockets, are used to being empty.There are pieces of me I’ll never find,and still he tempts me. I’ve lost money,family,lovers,even friends who swore they were brothers. An empty chair where she once sat—a smile, a nod,a little chat. Yet through every loss, one truth remained:Jesus.Jesus neverContinue reading “The Empty Chair”
A Spirit Built to Last
You broke my heart but not my spirit,You left me bleeding in the rain.You promised to protect me,Then caused the pain.I searched for love in empty places,For arms to hold me tight.But when I needed someone beside me,I stared out shadows through the night.Yet God was there in every tear drop,Every battle no one knew.WhenContinue reading “A Spirit Built to Last”
I Love You Less
My heart still waits, beneath the fading skies.For whispered dreams and old goodbyes.Through storms and silence, I remain.A flame that hopes beyond the rain. Can this love now cross the silence?Still, I cant put down the sword.Still I love you less than violence.
My Next Steps
I try to think of my next steps,but different versions of me roar in my head. I cannot force them into silence.I try to ignore the noiseand focus on who I am becoming, but even in stillness there is shouting—a crowd inside my mind. Yet beneath it all, I am not rushed.Something deeper holds meContinue reading “My Next Steps”
Withered
like a star I wrestle with the night. but… like a withered tree, I stretch out for the light.
High Waves
Like a boat on high waves after the sun has set. I stand in the darkness, with fears I can’t forget. The storm may be raging, the night may be long. But faith is my anchor, and hope is my song. Hold on tight, let courage rise. Dreams are born beneath darkened skies. One moreContinue reading “High Waves”
Amaze You
I want to amaze you, like a thunderstorm above.I want you to thank God for the birth of our love. Your kiss I treasure, Your body I’ll caress,But it’s your soul that He will bless.
Smith Shine Poetry 