“Where I’m From” – A Poem


I am from creativity
for I was created in a unique way.
I am from the writer inside me
who likes to spread his wings and fly away.
I am from the music
where my heart drums a song,
with the fingers that pick and strum
and my voice sings along.

I am from the Lamb.
For He sacrificed Himself for me,
with love and blood,
and peace and humility.

I am from Love.
For Love came down
and rescued me.
For Love came down
and set me free.

I came into this world with Love.
And Love come with me when I leave.

 

This poem is actually my most recent English assignment. We had to read the poem, “Where I’m From,” by George Ella Lyon, and make our own version of that poem.

You Make Beautiful Things


You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us, no matter if we are weak or strong. We shine through you, and we live through you. Even after many struggles, after all this pain. Even if we never can find our way. We wonder that sometimes, don’t we? Whenever it feels like we are on a long, endless road. The endless road of pain, struggles, and suffering. We wonder if we can ever find our way; our way through the thorns and spikes that our enemies have laid down on our paths’, forcing us to take routes where we become lost and hope to be found. We wonder if our life can really change from that at all, for the rugged path is all we see, We seem to forget about all the good things that could set us on the right path, even if we try really hard.

But then we remember. We remember that you make beautiful things. Even after everything that has happened, even after everything that we have been through. We remember that with you we can step over the thorns and spikes, we can find our way to the right path, for you do not fail. We remember that you make beautiful things out of the dust where we came from, the dust where you made us from. The dust that shines and created a beautiful life for us. The dust that made us who we are. The dust that lives through all the amazing things you have done. The dust that remembers that you make beautiful things out of us.

All around we see hope. Hope that is springing up from the old earth, hope that destroys the chaos and makes us the beautiful things we are meant to be. But in the chaos there again is pain and struggling, but out of the chaos life is being found in you, where you make beautiful things.

Then again, we remember. You make beautiful things. Things that watch over us and take care of us. You make beautiful things out of the dust. The dust that surrounds us. The dust that began our life. You make beautiful things out of us. The beautiful things that we were meant to be.

Then we boast about you making us new, and are continuing to make us even newer. Newer after all the challenges and hardships. Newer after all the pain and struggle, because through the pain and struggle is where we learn and remember.

Always. Always we will remember. And forever we will remember that you make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us.

“Safe Inside the Song” – A Song by Me


Hey everyone! Just recently I went to a Singer/Songwriter camp – which I can tell you, it was amazingly fun – and there I, of course, wrote a song! There were mentors there (who all were “professional” songwriter’s), and they were a great help in the writing process. The first two days me and my fellow songwriter’s/camper’s wrote our songs’, then on Wednesday and Thursday we went to the studio to record the acoustic demo of our songs’! Friday was just a rehearsal day, but on Sunday we went to a restaurant called Dosey Doe and got to perform in front of a live audience! Below is the video, and below that is the link to the video itself.

I just want to say, besides my writing, music is what I also want to do in my life. So I am excited about doing both! Thank you for watching.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pty3OGtE9p8&feature=share&list=PLpsqi3wzIHwENCL7ZL6IGZBi9mMLAmTDq

Safe Inside the Song


How unsafe I am
I want to find refuge
Feels ironic as a man
To seem so vulnerable

Why be afraid?
Why be afraid?

I just want to play that music
That helps me find where I belong
I just want to feel that music
No matter what goes right or wrong
No matter I feel weak or strong
I just feel safe inside the song

It’s irony again
That put’s me on the this stage
Where I could win or lose
Where you could leave or stay

Why be afraid?
Why be afraid?

I just want to play that music
That helps me find where I belong
I just want to feel that music
No matter what goes right or wrong
No matter I feel weak or strong
I just feel safe inside the song

Music is Life


Life is like music

Travels from ear to ear

So that you can hear The beauty of it.

Tells the mind

That you just have to

Listen

And as well to be

Silent

For when you listen to the music

You learn the music

And there is no more silence

As you have learned the music

You sing with the music

And therefore you know the music

You know what it means to live