Amesiamina Inspired

The Spider is dead The first star is fallen Gone are the cobwebs that had me cowering The crutches are broken The second star is fallen Somehow, I must move without falling The darkness has fled The third star is fallen I'll get used to the light that's so blinding Christ on the water calls The fourth star is fallen I have to walk on water without sinking Somehow I must pick up the pieces and move on I must walk on the water with Christ I'm walking on water I'm walking without crutches I'm flying without wings Christ is my light

Hi everyone! How did you celebrate the Easter? Mine was full of sleeping and meditation. Thank God for the great love with which He loved us. Here's an Easter poem to keep you going. A Helpless God? He walked on this earth in great power He healed the sick, raised the dead Above normal mortals, He seemed to tower He spoke with authority And taught the people Shocked and amazed every entity The crowds followed Him, curious To see miracles and eat bread For to them, His claims were really spurious Frowning, they tugged their turbans The Pharisees sought to kill Him For His fame had gone rural and urban Yet He seemed unkillable Yet He was untouchable This Son of man, so irresistible But at the moment of reckoning, His "luck" wasn't endless And so it seemed, That for a moment, God was helpless He who had walked in power Now unable to move a finger His disciples began to cower The people mocked, the women w...

Sometimes, when i think about the greatness of God and imagine myself standing before Him in His majestic holiness, I feel as small as a mouse. Lol. I don't know if others also experience this, but this is a poem a wrote sometime back about that feeling. MUSE OF A MOUSE Coming full circle From light to darkness And darkness back to light The mouse finds herself in pristine white light Groping for a cover Scrambling for the shadows Trying to hide From the light of the Almighty But alas, in this place no darkness dwells God is light in whom there is no darkness Nor shadow of turning Realizing that she has nowhere to hide The mouse coils herself up Whiskers nervously twitching Hiding her unworthiness and shame From the eyes of the Almighty Was not this the moment she had desired? Was not this the longing of lifetime? To stand in the presence of the Almighty And walk in His pristine white palace? But standing before His Majestic Holiness All she kn...