You Make Beautiful Things

~ This poem was inspired by the song "Beautiful Things" by Gungor, and also the theme-The Potter's Clay, for this year's youth camp ~

You are the Potter;
I am the clay.
Shape me and form me
As you may.

You make beautiful things
Out of the dust and clay.
Through my weeknesses
You are glorified day by day.

You make all things beautiful;
Though my faith may be small,
When I trust in your promises,
You will answer when I call.

The way you surprise me
With the work of your hand;
The way that you love me
Lord I can't fully understand.

In the midst of tragedy,
Hanging on a tree,
You made the most beautiful thing happen
For a sinner like me.

You make beautiful things
Out of the dust and clay.
Use me, and form me
As you may.

Take Me By the Hand

Take me by the hand, God,
And lead me on.
Take me to those in need,
And I will learn compassion.
Take me through the darkness
And I will learn to rely on you.
Take my hand as we walk by the shore,
And I will learn of your stillness.
Take me to the sick,
And I will learn of the power of prayer.
Take me by the field of blooming flowers
And I will learn of your beauty.
Take me to the playground
And I will learn to be a child.
Take me through this world, God
And I will learn of your mercy and love.
Take me by the hand God,
And I will learn and fly above.

-A poem I  wrote at age 15. One of my favorite poems.-

Be still

“Be still and know that I am God.”-Psalm 46:10

     My gaze fell on the setting sun

     Which like a golden ball

Softly set behind the bare trees.

A gentle, cold breeze blew

But my eyes continued to search

Through the pale-yellow horizon,

Looking for the golden light.

However it was gone;

It had sunk into the earth,

Welcoming the night.

The sun had gone to bed.

The night rolled in with care,

And in the quiet, winter air

I wondered what I should do next.

Should I pray or sing?

Should I applaud?

The light breeze brought my answer near

And gently whispered in my ear

“Be still and know that I am God.”

A Recipe Of Love

One cup of hope
Two tablespoons of faith
Three scoops of patience
Two cups of kindness
A handful of trust
One-third cup of peace
Two tablespoons of generosity
Two cups of joy
Four pints of purity


Mix these ingredients together
And don't leave any out;
Keep them with you forever-
They will help you out.


And in times of doubt,
Faith will step in and bring hope,
Then to God you can turn-
He will help you cope.


And in times of trouble
Peace and trust will come around,
And where there is sunshine,
Joy will certaintly be found.


And in weary silence
Patience will endure;
It will guide and 
Strengthen you for sure.


When the world offers lust
You'll remember purity;
For without it sin will triumph-
It will choke you and me.


When you see a needy stranger
Generosity will strech out its hand
And bring happiness and blessings
To your home and your land.


Finally, when love is ready,
Freshly baked, soft, and done;
Then the smell of kindness
Will envelop everyone.

By My Side

This is another one of my old poems that I wrote a couple of years ago...

The good times I remember
Were times we spent together.
You were there with me,
Watching the birds migrate,
Listening to the waves of the sea;

You were there with me
In the stillness-
Holding my hand when I wanted to cry,
giving me strength and telling me why.
You woke me up each day
With the sunshine in my window.
In the classroom, on the playground,
You watched me as I played.

The first breath I took,
You were there- working your miracle.
Every moment I spent with you
You stood by my side.
Footstep after footstep, you were my guide.

The memories I remember,
Were times we spent together-
The good and the bad,
They were the best I ever had.

Childhood

Childhood

There, on the swings, I dreamed. I dreamed of tomorrow; The melted ice cream trickled down my fingers. I dreamed of growing up. I sat on the tall, green grass, Picking wildflowers, Playing with dolls. I went to the fair: There were balloons and ferris wheels. My small hands touched and explored, And I dreamed of flying. My mother taught me how to pray, And though I was still small, I prayed with simple words, And curiosity took me by the hand. I grew, and with the years, My dreams grew. And now as I glance back, I dream of yesterday.

"Imperfection"

Imperfection.
That's what I'm thankful for;
Because without it,
I wouldn't have so much blessings in store.
And through my imperfection
I see God's loving hand
Take my hand in his,
And carved there in the sand
Are his footprints,
With mine, that follow beside.
Imperfection is gone when God is my guide.
He leads me through obstacles,
Through troubles and fears
And shows me his care-
Wiping away my tears.
Correcting my mistakes,
He forms my life like clay,
And shows my imperfections
Are lost in yesterday.