My Beloved (Based on the Song of Solomon) -2019 Copyright Diana Rasmussen-
I worship You in between every tear
I worship You in spite of my fear
I worship You in the midst of the pain
I worship You, I am called by Your Name
You are my Beloved, and my Beloved is mine
Your love is better than wine
Your name is like the meadow brook
Come to me, take me away with you
Your love is like a fragrant bouquet of wildflowers
A sachet of pure myrrh
Come to me, take me away with you
You woke me up to love
You are my Beloved, and my Beloved is mine
Let me see your face
Let me hear your voice
My lover is mine and I am His
We dance and we feast on His grace
Our victory dance is love and peace
You awoke me to a love that lives outside of time
I am my Beloveds, and my Beloved is
mine
The fire of Your love stops at nothing
Sweeping everything put before it
Floodwaters cant drown it
Torrential rains don’t put it out
Your love can’t be bought or sold
Run to me dear lover like a gazelle
Leap like a wild stag on our spice mountain
Like a butterfly you came and went,
Here one moment gone the next
How I wish that I had wings
I remember our adventures
All the times we laughed and cried
How I wish we had more time
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
Every time I see a butterfly I think of you
Not here to stay, just passing through
I know this world is not our home
But idk if I can walk it alone
“God can you please tell me why?”
I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
You broke the mold that you were in
Came out transformed in everything
I cant wait until our rendezvous
When I can meet you in the air
I’m listening for that trumpet blast
When we can be together at last
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
You soar above this world and its troubles
Flying free without any struggles
Papa God collected all your tears
Turns out they were our prayers
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
Well, here I sit. 55 years old and back in therapy. My Neurologist asked if I had ever experienced any trauma or abuse. I just laughed. Only my whole life, lol. Then I said, “Yes.” He referred me to a Psychiatrist for evaluation. Here is a poem I wrote thinking about things.
CRAWL INTO CRAZY
– Copyright 2019 Diana Rasmussen
I walk through the door and thought all was well
until the Dr came in with that look on his face
He sat down and said, “well it doesn’t look good.”
I froze and prayed God I’m gonna need some grace
My mind is racing all I think is, ” How can I just be free?”
I don’t want to hear what he says
God please make it all go away
before I crawl into crazy
I know this never-ending numbness
it’s when I shut down
I bow my head and pray
to God for a miracle instead
My tears fall to the floor
as I sit and rock like a baby
God show me your grace
before I crawl into crazy
The Dr told me there would be more tests
not sure know how long it will take to find out the cause
I’m googling every symptom I thought I could see
I want to know what is the matter with me
I’m fighting with fear of what it might be
I didn’t ask to be sick, I don’t want to be here
God please make it all go away
before I crawl into crazy
Crazy is the box that whispers her name
gets her to crawl in
only to slam down the lid
Please God help me now
don’t let me crawl into crazy
I prayed and asked God “why, why is this happening to me?”
He stretches out His arm, takes my hand and says, “Just walk with Me.”
He covers me with His mercy and grace as we walk through the door
Dedicated to all the men and women in the wake of Hurricane Harvey…
Source: Business Insider
The Water is Rising
-Copyright 2017 Diana Rasmussen
riding the waves of anxiety, the flood rushes in my heart and mind
I wish this wasn’t real because the truth is hard to take
never thought it would be this bad, should have left when I had the chance
the water is rising, the water is rising
there are heroes born of tragedy, working together to show the love
my reality is life with boats floating down the streets
mighty men and women rising up, saving strangers one by one
the water is rising, the water is rising
when they fianlly come for me, I can’t believe I am still alive,
staying up in the second story as my life floats by
I’m grateful for one more breath, in the hurricane that changed my life
the water is rising, the water is rising
this isnt’ the end of my story
the water is rising, the water is rising
this isn’t the end of my story
the water is rising, the water is rising
If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies.
-love you Mom and Oma. Dance with the Angels today!
Here is a song about being a Mom. My son Adam shared this with me – it made me cry. Love this!
This is a poem that I turned into a song that describes what it is like to live in Domestic Violence. 1 in 4 women and 1 in 6 men live like this everyday. And also a video that some of my friends did with CSpan about helping those living in abuse. Help us Lord to break the yoke of oppression in their lives and shine Your Light into their darkness, in Jesus Name.
She looks in the mirror, seems vaguely familiar
like steam on the glass, shame covers her past
the fog slithers down, as evil surrounds
His worst fantasy, her reality
he pulls the strings, does unspeakable things
a sadistic entrance, for his acceptance
smothered by control, a tormented soul
trapped in his castle
her tears rolling mist, proof she exists
in snow white darkness
clouds of confusion, rolled into illusion
He veils perversion, forcing her coercion
her body he takes, while she flies away
unbelievable, she’s invisible
love is the shadow, that darkens her window
she’s crying for help, to escape her hell
smothered by control, a tormented soul
trapped in his castle
her tears rolling mist, proof she exists
in snow white darkness
she hides in the fog, drinks hair of the dog
hates her behavior, craves one to save her
smothered by control, a tormented soul
trapped in his castle
her tears rolling mist, proof she exists
in snow white darkness
“Is this not the fast that I have chosen: To loose the bonds of wickedness, To undo the heavy burdens, To let the oppressed go free, And that you break every yoke?
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, And that you bring to your house the poor who are cast out; When you see the naked, that you cover him, And not hide yourself from your own flesh?
Then your light shall break forth like the morning, Your healing shall spring forth speedily, And your righteousness shall go before you; The glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard. Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; You shall cry, and He will say, ‘Here I am.’ (Isaiah 58:6-9 NKJV)
This is also the title of my book – SNOW WHITE DARKNESS – Smothered by Control. It contains my journal entries from when I was living in abuse. Thank you Lord for deliverance for me and my children!
And here is the Album – available from GooglePlay. Thank you in advance for your love and support!
“And now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). Love poems are a staple of the poetry scene. It’s pretty hard to be a poet and not write a few – or a dozen – or maybe six books’ worth. But because so many love poems have been written, there are lots of clichés. Fill your poems with robins and hearts and flowers, and you’ll sound more like a greeting card than a bard. So today, I challenge you to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows. And if you’re not in the mood for love? Well, the flip-side of the love poem – the break-up poem – is another staple of the poet’s repertoire. If that’s more your speed at present, try writing one of those, but again, avoid thunder, rain, and lines beginning with a plaintive “why”? Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love or lovelorn-ness without the traditional trappings you associate with the subject matter.”