My heart is just a prisoner of war, fighting for what it wants and knows. It builds a wall around its self to hide from possible attacks, and yet it wants to love. it wants to forgive, it wants to rebuild and heal.. but sometimes the damage is to tough to break through. Its afraid to regrow to step out of its boundaries, scared.. yet hopeful. God came to break the chains of our hearts to break down the walls, to heal the wounds and to show us love again. God holds my heart, he empties my hands and loves me wholly, this is what is beautiful to me.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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Thursday, October 7, 2010
small things
Like writers create a story with words, photographers tell their own story with light and dark. one picture can say thousands of things. so many times I've wished I could catch a fleeting look on someones face, its that split second that they let their heart show through their eyes thats priceless. its those moments that are hard to catch within a picture, but those moments we engraved in our hearts. those memories of love, pain, suffering and happiness, that we remember forever.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
A Love Thats True
Love is a complicated thing, Its every mans strongest and weakest battle. A man lives to love and loves to live. And then it breaks his heart to lose that love, or to never find it. And then only true love comes through God and though you may think you found it, you never really do until you find God, once you've found that love then you will truly be complete.
One Hope
With hope all things are possible, with hope life breaths through our very being. hope in people, that they might embrace the truth of life. hope in life, that we might stand to do our best and live beyond our own comfort zone. hope in God that he might show even the littlest bit through everything we do. its hope that gets us through the day and through the cold nights. without it we would be desperate, scared and weakened.
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