You are Holy... Worthy...

Here is a happy praise poem I wrote. Praying you enjoy reading it as I enjoyed writing it!

You are Holy... Worthy...

In the palm of your hand You hold me...

mold me...

As You put my broken heart together...

Your Kingdom reins forever.

Your loves goes on though eternity...

You are Holy... Worthy...

You hold me... You mold me...

I will never feel alone...

My faith in You will never be blown.

Let me melt in Your embrace...

Reveal me to Your beautiful grace.

Lead me to the lonesome hills...

I will drink of Your peace,

Until my heart has its fill.

Hold my hand...

As we walk through the desert sand.

All the while I will sing...

"You are Holy... worthy...

You hold me... You mold me..."

I am not who I used to be...

You have opened my heart for me to see.

Hold me close to Your heart...

I never want to depart.

Even though the world is almost gone...

Your love carries on.

You have shown me who I really am...

To You I am beautiful, loving...

Not fake and full of sparkling glam.

You are my Lover... You are my Friend...

You will stay with me even after the day the world would end.

You are so holy... So worthy...

I am so happy that You hold me...

And molded me into the person I am happy to be!

~Marie J.

Thank you for reading! Love you all!

I Am A Lighter...

The light in my eyes are dim...

The smile on my lips is grim.

My heart is broke...

The lump in my throat leaves me to choke.

I am a lighter...

That cannot burn any brighter.

I long to cry...
But I can't even try.

I want to trust...

But I can't bear for my heart to bust.

I am hurt...

I feel like dirt.

I am a lighter...

That cannot burn any brighter.

I want to die...

I am living a lie.

Oh God, I need You...

Tell me You love me and that You are true.

Hold me close to Your side...

Make me Your beautiful bride.

Teach me to trust and cry...

Make the tears come so I don't have to try.

I am a lighter...

Beginning to burn a little brighter.

Use worn, broken, me...

So people can see...

That broken dim lighters...

With You... burn even brighter.

Yes Lord... I am a worn lighter...

Once dark, and dim...

Now Brighter!

~Marie J.~

I Will Follow You...

Here is a love poem I wrote for my man... whoever he is. I know that God is still grooming him for me, as He is still preparing me to be the bride for the man He chose out of all the others. I pray that whether you are single or not, God will help you protect your purity.

I look across the room...

Our eyes meet, my heart begins to boom.

When I see your handsome smile...

I will follow you... no matter how many miles.

Across the scorching sand...

My hand in your hand...

Across the deep flowing waters...

No matter how much farther.

We can ride into the darkening sky...

I will follow you to the stars way up high.

I will follow you to the moon and back...

Down in the canyons... over the rocky cracks.

Hold me near...

Scare away all my fears...

I will follow you...

No matter what we go through.

Even if the world fades away...

I will follow you, even into that day.

I will follow you...

Through rivers, oceans, and lakes...

My love for you, cannot be faked.

No matter where we go...

No place is too high or too low.

I will follow you forever...

Forever and ever...

I will follow you...

Because, my handsome love... I love you.

I will Follow you...

~Marie J.~

Thanks for taking time to read! Love you all in Christ!! 

Tough Enough

Tough Enough...

I try to hard to be tough...

but I am not strong enough.

When I am alone and lost, I turn to pain...

But living this way will turn me insane.

I am less then perfect...

I am alone... lost... imperfect.

I worry that no man will want me...

No man will want me after I have let them see.

I thought I was tough...

But now, I realize I am not strong enough.

I wish it wasn't so hard to trust...

My heart hurts so bad, I am afraid it might bust.

I am scared...

But with You, I can do things that I wouldn't have even dared.

I need You to save me...

To open my heart to truth... and open my eyes to see...

That I am smart, beautiful...

respectful, lovable... dutiful.

Show me that without You, I am not tough enough...

I am not strong enough.

Hold me close... don't let me go...

Stand by me while I face my foe...

I need Your hand...

Guide me so I don't get lost in this desert sand.

I am not tough enough...

I just am not strong enough...

Without You...

I just am not... tough enough...

~Marie J.~

I am still trying to figure out how to trust... This poem is from my heart. I cried out to God, and He answered me with a poem... I am praying for you all! Thank you for taking time to read my blog. It means so much to me. Blessings, and many thanks to you all!! <3

"Don't Fall Asleep..."

I sit by your bedside. Watching those

Machines that are keeping you alive…

I heard the Doctor say,

“She may not survive.”

Countless tears fall on those

Snow white sheets…

“Don’t fall asleep…”

I cry softly.

Weeks and months have gone by…

As I sit and watch you

Lay there and die.

My heart is hurting…

My stomach is churning…

I wish I could die for you…

But, on this earth,

It is still too soon…

For me to die…

Instead of you.

My selfish heart…

Just isn’t ready for a brand new start.

I know I must move on…

So I can start a brand new life song.

When you fly away...

Some memories, I promise, will stay…

Things you have left behind…

I promise…

They will shine.

Nothing I say or do,

Will bring me to you.

But, before you go…

I must let you know…

When you stand on those golden streets…

“Don’t Fall Asleep.”

MNJ

Lace...

I woke up last night from a dream about me dying and experiencing this. I am pretty sure it is from the tragic shooting in Ct. I fell asleep with a very heavy heart and prayers going out to them. My heart is heavy, even right now. I cannot imagine the pain that parents, siblings, friends, spouses, and extended family are feeling right now. I pray for comfort and I believe that God can turn this into something good for Him. I send prayers and hugs for all of those hurt yesterday. I wish I was there so that I could hold and cry with them. This is for the children and adults that were killed yesterday.

The clouds darken, rain begins to pour.

My heart is torn, bruised, sore...

I gasp for air...

Air that isn't there.

Tears and caked blood cover my face.

I had once dreamed of being clothed in lace.

I dreamed of holding my man's hand.

Getting married, having kids, and maybe buying some land.

My head throbs.

I vaguely heard my mom choke back sobs.

My dreams slip through my fingers like water.

My life ebbs... farther... and farther...

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It shouldn't be me that you will miss.

I try to grasp my fading life...

I wanted to live, to be a mother... a wife.

A sheet is thrown over me.

I guess this was meant to be.

A my soul leaves,

I find it hard to believe...

That I am gone.

I hear the wind sing a mournful song.

Angels come to whisk me away.

I wish I had know I would die today.

Cause if I did, I would have kissed mama goodbye.

Instead of leaving her with a sigh.

I fly off into the sky.

I look back and whisper my last goodbye.

I look into God's smiling face.

Then look down and see myself clothed in

satin, jewels, diamonds and lace.

Later, I stroll down the golden streets, my hand in Jesus's hand.

I laugh and run in Heaven's land.

Then He kissed me softly and led me to the river.

He anointed me with oil, causing me to shiver.

He led me to the green grass.

We start to talk and laugh.

I close my eyes and think of mama's face.

I wish there was a way to tell her not to worry...

I am clothed in lace...

~Marie J.~

Prayer: Jesus, I lift up the people suffering right now. I pray for comfort and love for them. I pray that God will turn this into something good, that leads more people to Him. I pray for forgiveness for the gunman. I pray that people will forgive him and not carry hate in their hearts. Because hate won't hurt the hated... it will hurt the hater. I pray for peace to settle over the United States. I pray for those that lost loved ones yesterday. I pray that this storm will soon be over and not linger. I love you all!

Thank you Jesus!

Insecure

Insecure

She is insecure…

She struggles with staying pure.

She doesn’t see herself as beautiful.

She tries to be honorable and dutiful.

She locks the door to the bathroom…

She asks herself, “Will I ever find a groom?”

She stares into the mirror.

Her flaws magnify, just as she fears.

She closes her eyes and turns away.

She does this every day.

She covers her face,

She walks with a fast pace…

So no one can see…

She wants to become the woman,

She always thought herself to be.

She screams silently in her pillow at night.

What a deadly battle she fights.

She always cries…

She doesn’t know why.

Can you hear her screams?

The only time she laughs is in her dreams…

She feels free and loved…

She wonders if there is a God above…

“How can anyone love me?

How would anyone want me?”

She’s insecure…

Striving to be… pure.

~Marie J.~

Free

Here is a poem I wrote, I pray that you will like it.

Free

I sit here, tears streaming down my face.

In my hands, I hold flowers in a small vase.

It is the least you deserve.

But in my heart, your love will be preserved.

Nothing I say or do will bring you back.

Faith-- is something I lack.

I wish you were here...

I would hold you near...

I would fall into your arms and cry.

I ask myself, "Why you? Why?"

I guess God needed you more than I.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

I can't get you out of my head.

Hard to believe you are actually dead.

I miss your face...

Never did you make a decision out of pure haste.

Keeping you here is selfish of me...

I have got to set you free.

It is gonna hurt,

Seeing you disappear under the dirt.

How could death steal you away from me?

Why do I have to set you free?

Spread your wings and fly.

I close my eyes and whisper my last goodbye.

I will set you free...

Of you and me...

Fly away...

And wait for me on that day.

When I will be free...

Free...

Just you and me...

Free... at last... we are free...

Marie J.

I hope this has touched you. I pray for everyone that is/has experienced this feeling. May God comfort you. Thanks for taking the time to read this! :)

Catchin' up

Hey folks! Sorry I have been gone for a while so time to catch up...

My cat, Scraunch died on New Years day. (In case I haven't told ya that.) So now I have a new cat. His name is... ya ready to hear it? *drums beating* ... his name is... Spit and Vinegar. Yes, that's right! Spit and Vinegar. He is pretty frisky... and mean for a kitten. He is black with a blueish cast to him. I love him so much. We caught him a couple o' Sundays ago. Along with his siblings, Sir Henry the First, and another kitten that we gave away to a friend. Sir Henry is a Siamese color with a long tail, the female kitten, (the one we gave away) was Siamese without a tail.

My donkey Tunia, is about two years old now. She is so big and strong. Just about as funny as ever. I have her halter broke, and her winter coat is just about gone. I am now tryin' to get her ride able. Although, I do have to admit... I haven't been out there in a few days. I really need to. She brays when she sees me and hears my voice. I have so many names for her now it isn't funny... such as: fish sticks, fish breath, donkey face, etc. She is possessive over me when I am around others. However, I am working on that and her biting. Other then that, she is a very sweet donkey.

 We are headed to New Mexico this weekend. (YAY!) We are goin' to a adoption matching party. I am purty excited.

I have been busy with school, drawing, training my donkey, and life. Are ya interested in seeing my artwork?

My first attempt on a bronco.

Well that's all folks! Thanks for readin'!

Elegantly signed,

Marie Jones

My Latest Artwork

This is one of two goats I have drawn. I googled it and drew the picture. There is two others I googled and "copied".



Lil' Snip



Here is the other one,



Black Charge



Thunderheart

Red Sunset

Lightning

Black Velvet

Black Waters

Those are their "names". Some are kinda silly but oh well! Please tell me what you think is wrong with these pictures. Whether, the eyes aren't straight, the nose is too long, the jaw is too wide etc.


I like this quote. I think that it applies to anyone. I translated it into: Forgive your past, don't let it take hold of you life. Because it will destroy your life and how can you live a Godly life if you refuse to forgive your past? If you don't forgive your past then it is really hard live a life for God.

Elegantly signed,
Marie

2012 Update...

2011 sure has gone by fast. So, now I have to update. I have lost one of my babies, on New year's eve or New Year's day... Not sure because I woke up at 5:00 A.M to find my tabby cat, Scraunch dead. Now for those of you who didn't that cat. He was... well it is probably best that you don't know okay? Where was I at... oh yes! He was the sweetest and meanest cat I have ever met. 

Scraunch

That is Scraunch. I caught him as a wild kitten in 2009. I am not kidding! He was crazy wild! I got him cornered into a rabbit cage so I shut the cage door and locked it. I ran to the house and grabbed a pair of leather gloves. Running back to the barn I snatched another cage so I could chunk him into that cage. Well, I didn't think that there was going to be any blood shed but... I was wrong. I stood on top of a HLS tub so I could reach. He hissed and threw a fit. I stood there a moment trying to figure out how I was going to get him into a cage. Well, he threw his fit, and then I made my move. I shot my hand out and grabbed at him. He yowled and next thing I know I had a tabby mama climbing my leg. Threatening to draw about a gallon or two of my blood. How I managed this I do not know. I grabbed Scraunch's head and kicked his mama at least four or five times. Scraunch latched on to my finger... he made me bleed through the leather gloves! He bit me! Then in one smooth move I threw Scraunch into a cage and slammed the gate. Locking it, I glanced at him again. His sides were heaving and if looks could kill I would have been so dead.

I reached down and picked the cage up. He growled and slouched into one corner.  His mama disappeared, I suppose I won because I got the cat and she didn't! Anyhow, I carried him to the front porch. I didn't leave him long because the dogs wanted to make crow-food out of him. I never understood. He was very vocal about what he didn't like. When he did like something... Well I am not sure he ever liked anything. I hope that he liked me but of course that is my wishful thinking!

I moved him into a big wire cage. That big wire cage went on my bed at night, then downstairs by my computer desk during the day. That cage went everywhere. One afternoon, I changed his water and he didn't growl! I stroked his back with the tips of my fingers. He looked at me then let out a small mew. I gently took him out and gave him his first hug. Before long that cat was free! I let him out of jail and he was sorta gentle.

Now I have TONS of funny stories about that cat. He LOVED toilet paper. A new roll, and he would shred it into little pieces and stream it ALL OVER the bathroom floor! Then he would lay in the middle of it and when I came in, he would look up at me, I would ask him, "What happened?" He would answer "I really do not know. I just came in and the floor suddenly exploded! I promise I had no part in making this gigantic mess!" All the while he has toilet paper hanging from his mouth... he was the perfect picture of total innocence. Honest... That cat was just like me in so many ways. He rebelled, hated hugs, talked back, and attacked the most strangest things... A week before he got really sick, I was upstairs. I noticed my towel was moving. I lifted the towel and all of a sudden a tabby paw scratches my hand! At first I thought a rat! A big ugly tabby rat! Then my sweet darling cat poked his head out of the towel. I glared at him and he looked at me... That was the first time I ever had a towel attack me like that.

That cat liked to eat squash and beets. When it hit the floor he ran over and gobbled it down. He was one weird cat... His favorite toys were, fingers, toes, toilet paper, and more fingers and toes. . I guess he liked the color red because he loved to watch blood trickle down your hand. So when it finally quit bleeding he would scratch it again. Sometimes he was my school buddy. He would lay on my desk and swipe at my hand as it typed itself around on the keyboard. When he was being really nice he wouldn't even take out his claws! But of course... that very rarely happened.

December 29, 2011 Scraunch got really sick. I don't really know what happened, or what he got into. Mom thinks it was Strychnine. A trapping poison of some sort. But he would have these stiffening shaking fits. He yowled when he had them. He lived until January 1st 2012. Well actually I don't know when he died, if it was Sat. or Sun. But I woke up earlier then usual to check on him. Sure 'nuff he was a goner. I still miss him, and I still love him. I even cry every now and then, but I keep going. I know I will see him again. So I have no worries, someday (a long time from now) I will get to heaven, and God will be sweeping up His bathroom because Scraunch shredded toilet paper all over the floor. Who knows, I might even bring a fresh roll for Scraunch... ;)

Thanks for readin'! Prayin' your day and year go well!

Marie Jones