Poems of the Heart

The Coat of many Colors     The coat of many colors is what the Savior wore. He lived and breathed the skin of hope, He bleed and died for more. It was not just the you and I, or the color of my skin.  Jesus died to bring new life to every native kid. He is not black, he is not white, his color is the thread of life, He's woven with the Fathers hands, He is the risen Son of Man.
Half a Heart Will half a heart make it when wounded and lost? Did God give His least, or measure the cost? Did Jesus just give a part of His life? Was half a heart all…that He sacrificed?
Dream Weaver by Di Enchanted is the force of life, That bubbles past the grief. I am but the giver as death is but a thief.   Celestial beams of radiant song Evermore shall wander. They are but the melody, And I am but the stronger   Dreamers of the yesterday When once upon a time, God embraced the child in me And I am but the rhyme.

Inferno


I want more then a bedroom filled with dew.....

the kiss of the morning, the scent of the hue.

I want more then dreams of the lust,

the passion the essence the encumbering trust.

I want a soul mate with fire and with ice,

a spiriting journey a love to entice.

I don't want luster without the desire,

I want the flavor of  love set to fire.

Half a Heart



Will half a heart make it when wounded and lost?

Did God give His least, or measure the cost?

Did Jesus just give a part of His life?

Was half a heart all…that He sacrificed?


I wonder through life giving half of my heart,

Then contemplate God and paint some art.

I give when its easy, I might bow once a day,

But I didn’t give it all…. today.


Is half my heart all the Savior died for?

Did His father give only half of the cure?

When I am wounded or others are lost,

Does He just pick half and call the rest dross?


I bend and I break, in all the wrong ways,

Then Huff I and Puff I..til all blows away.

My castle is built on the sand for my pleasure,

When the tides rolls away, there goes half of my treasure.


Am I ready or not, or is half of me playing?

Is this tug of war is the battle still raging?

Are souls being lost in the game we call life?

Is half a heart all I’ll sacrifice?


The choice is mine, to pray or to play,

All of my heart or nothing today.

I measured the cost, the choice and the treasure.

I want all of heaven to use at my pleasure.


The will of the Father, the Son and the Spirit

Is calling me home, oh heart can you hear it.

The echo of healing the grace of Salvation

The victory of hearing their standing ovation.