Will You Still Love Me?

Will You Still Love Me?

IMG_20171226_135829_191

Will You Still Love Me?
By: Nicole Kent

Will you still love me with my frizzy hair
With curls galore; going everywhere

Will you still love me with a zit on my face
Big as a fist on my forehead; hard to misplace

Will you still love me with puffy eyes
Not from crying but from a restless sleep below the night skies

Will you still love me when my weight fluctuates
As the scale jumps around beneath my undecided weight

Will you still love me when wrinkles and crinkles appear
As a testament of my gaining on in more years

Will you still love me in sickness and wealth
Both can change life in an instant no matter how stealth

Will you still love me when you find out I do not look like the women on TV
Imperfections becoming unfolded…but will you flee?

Will you still love me as I was, am, and will become
The journey will be great if your love is deeper than some

Will you still love me as I love you
Looking past the world’s desires and views

Will you still love me…?

Advertisements
Artichoke Poem

Artichoke Poem

After being hurt, I closed my heart in with “prickly petals.” God reminded me to not close Him off in my trying to protect myself. Also, I became tense and leary of everyone that tried to get close to me. It is taking a process to break down these walls of protection, and that is where God reminded me of this poem…it’s time to “Let go and let God.”

img_2994 Image by: Jessica Yee

Artichoke

by: Nicole K.

I once was an artichoke, keeping my petals tight and firm
But then the heat of the day made my green shield waver and squirm
Thankfully the Gardner came to my aid
Watering my roots as I began to fade
Then something happened I did not expect
The Gardner picked me from my bush and I began to fret
My prickly petals were trimmed of their spikes
And I was put into boiling water…losing my strength; my might
I fought as hard as I could but the hot water surrounded me
Causing my petals and heart to become tender as I thought they would never be
I was plucked from the heat, exhausted and weak
Too tired to put up a fight…my future looked very bleak
The Gardner then pulled my petals away
Leaving my heart for all to see on display

View original post 64 more words

Permanent Memories…

Permanent Memories…

If I could take a permanent picture with my mind
I would never leave the sweetest memories behind

My parents sitting by the fire as the talk and pray
Continuing to repeat this ritual everyday

My grandma telling stories of the past
Causing my memory to think of images that will last

My other grandma teaching me accordion with such charm
Also crocheting, knitting, anything with yarn

My sister and I sleeping by the Christmas tree for thirty days
Playing games every night-always having cards out to display

My brother’s sweet laughter causing his eyes to squint
O what time has gone by-not bought but rent…

Memories…lovely memories…how I wish they would last
But I must tuck them away in the album of mind’s past

 

 

Valley👉Hill👉Mountain

Valley👉Hill👉Mountain

In Valleys, In Hills, In Glorious Mountains

By: Nicole K.

The battles you are fighting are never small
For you must practice climbing hills before mountains so tall
From far away the high cliffs look scary and steep
But as you take the first step, you realize you are no longer weak
Now, it seems more possible to accomplish what you once desired
Facing your fear; walking away from the eternal fire
Strengthen your legs as you follow Him
By starting in the valley and hills that lead to the mountain
Do not feel the failure when you trip and fall
For the One who is with you can and will heal all
The high cliffs are just the beginning of earth’s end
There is yet a greater journey just around the bend
Where sorrow and tears will flow no more
As we stand in front of heaven’s open doors
So, let us start this adventure that is ahead
And follow the One who died for us and freely bled

Poem

Poem

It wasn’t in the clay or the sand
But the power of Jesus’ hand
It wasn’t the oil or the baptizing water
Not the clay but the Potter
We look to creation to take our woes and illness away
When the Creator is there for you every night and everyday
He who formed you knows what you need
To repent of your past and to know of His deed
He longs to be with you in the good times and the bad
To comfort you, love you, correct you as the Heavenly Dad
So turn to Him, O broken souls
And find healing by giving Him control

Ministry (Poem)

Ministry (Poem)

Ministry 

by: Nicole Kent 4/8/15

  • I imagine the ministry in where God wants me to be
  • Concocting plans in my mind-manipulated by those around me
  • Striving, pleasing, never reaching the goal that I set
  • Finally realizing that this was not of my heart-but a feeling of debt
  • I crumpled and fell to my knees
  • As I reevaluated who I was trying to please
  • For God has given each of us a different journey-a different plan
  • But I listened to myself and every person-every demand
  • Now I know that in every ministry there will always be a need
  • But we must turn our ears to God amongst the crowd’s unending pleads
  • God will use us if we allow
  • Where you’re at in life…right here, right now
Struggles in a Sick World

Struggles in a Sick World

Oh, how I have longed to be free
To go on the adventures in places of where I’ve wanted to be
But oh, how I am trapped in this body, this jail
Weakness has set in my bones making my strength to fail
Have I forgotten how to be content where ever I may be?
Speaking to God and asking Him to hear my ever-wanting pleas
I dream of a different life of where I am strong as a ram
But here I am, instead, being a weak, little lamb
Does not God make His power shine through the weak and not in the strong?
Taking down our barriers of pride, for only in this temple will He happily abide and truly belong
Oh, how You have stripped me clean of all the strength I contained
Truly relying on You through this hardship and this pain
I feel like an artichoke whose petals have been taken away
Revealing a vulnerable heart that no longer can keep an enemy at bay
Though, have I confused an enemy and a friend?
For one takes from you but the other willingly lends
Oh, Lord, how I have been blind
Through this process my thoughts have become confused and intertwined
Though a ram maybe strong and may know what to do
A lamb, contrary, depends completely on You
Has this been Your lesson all along?
Showing my weakness so that in me You are made strong?
Thank You, oh Lord, for the mysteries You reveal
In the quiet moments where only Your words I feel