I found my church

I found my church
In the arms of pain
Though, I let the pain back in
I am still breathing
The sting, brings on the healing
Sometime I have to hurt enough
I am not lost
I am just healing
I found my church
In the arms of the healing

Somehow we just got over the pain

Somehow we just got over the pain
there was never a “just” moment
we felt ever minute, second of this time
when we forgave and let go
However, my dogged tenacious
caused us to feel the full undertow
I just never thought it met a glorious victory
Still we  wallow in the undertow, I’ve lost many here
Never let go of me…I will never let go
I don’t know why I feel like I feel
I always let go to feel you never let go of me

The Winter of my heart in November 1, 1995

I remember November 1, 1995
The day my life took a turn
With you & together we grew
Through the trails and all the pain
Much love grows here in
The Winter of my heart ღ


My life is series of…here we go again moments

Hearts will never get Older
that they won’t break
They keep feeling…anyway
No matter what vow we take
We always seem to break
Hearts…and thus we are broken too!
I wonder if that is how this love goes?