Purity

Purity

-by Megan Amelotte

I lean against the window

take in the breeze, the air, the wind.

Its scent, its calming touch

calls out to me.

My soul recognizes the wind

and knows it as its own.

For the wind and my soul are the same,

pure, strong, crafted by God.

In the same way,

my soul knows music.

The God in me, my inner fiber,

hears the soulful sound in music

and knows it as pure.

My soul feels nature,

trees, flowers, grass,

and sees God’s craftsmanship

and sees it to be holy.

My eyes see the clouds, the sky,

the brilliant sunset.

The eyes of my heart, of my soul

look upon these with longing,

for they are genuine works of the Lord.

My eyes see humans, people,

and my soul sees them as God’s own,

sees them as good.

My soul sees no bad people,

for there are none,

only pure souls.

I look into the eyes of those I love

and our eyes are the opening

of our souls.

Through connection of glances

forms a connection of souls.

It is through eyes

that souls are touched.

He accepted the cross, and the pain
for every person in every nation.
His loss and agony was for our gain,
His cross became our foundation.
He cried tears for the people who mocked Him.
He prayed for those who deceived Him.
Jesus told us that He would rise again.
He lives in those who believe Him.
His last few minutes of strength
granted from above.
His arms outstretched
in an everlasting sign of love.

Every Heart

Every person has a heart,
every heart is capable of love.
Every heart has God in it,
every heart comes from above.
Not all hearts are strong,
not all hearts hold beauty.
Every heart has a purpose,
every heart has a duty.
Not all hearts are kind,
not all hearts are free.
But with God's love,
they all can be.

When The Heart Cries

When the heart cries
the Lord hears it.
When the heart lies
the Lord hears it.
When the heart breaks
the Lord hears it.
When the heart aches
the Lord hears it.
When the heart stops
the Lord makes it start.
He lives within
each beating heart.

Presence

The sun reaches down to us,
His golden hand.
The moon, His eye,
watches over the land.
The clouds, His cloak,
thrown over the world to protect His people.
The stars, His smile,
shine down on the steeples.
The people, His children,
each and every one.
The world, His heart,
for it is our home.
God is all around us,
our ever-watching lover.
His presence surrounds us,
waiting to be discovered.

Rhythm of God

Life is a poem
that does not always rhyme.
Love is a beat
that we can't step to in time.
But there's one rhythm
you can always dance to.
It's the Rhythm of God,
composed just for you.

Living Artwork

Every sunset is a masterpiece,
with its brilliant colors alight.
Every star was placed in the sky with care,
bringing hope to the great black night.
Every cloud is shaped beautifully
by the skillful hands of the breeze.
Every wave is crafted to be smooth and sleek,
gliding through the salty blue seas.
Every human being, on Earth and in Heaven
is a living work of art.
The greatest painter is God himself.
For He created artwork with a beating heart.