Tag: Broken

THE WALKING WOUNDED: The Path from Brokenness to Wholeness

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Don’t Scream at Me

Don’t Scream at Me

Copyright 2013 Diana Rasmussen
 
Don’t scream at me
I’m not a child
Or naughty dog
Who messed the floor
Raising your voice
To the loudest
high frequency
Makes me tune out
put up my walls
If you want to
reach me, change me
It  will not be
with angry words
Or with finger
pointing condemnation
of everything
I have done wrong
Why do you focus
on all my faults
Telling me I don’t
measure up, I
knew this anyway
That’s why I came
to this holy place
I know my wrongs
I want to be
Forgiven, and set free
Must you point out
All my failures
And beat me with
a  giant stick?
I don’t think
that is love
By any means
or any ways
All have sinned
And fallen short
That’s why Jesus came
and died at Calvary
The truth be told
the only way to
touch my heart is
by showing me
His grace and love
I guess the thing
that scares me the
most, I have to
ask,  “Is that how
God talks to you?”

“The Invitation – Trevor Morgan (with lyrics)” on YouTube

Trevor Morgan – The Invitation Lyrics

Lay down your fears and your burdens
You don’t have to face them alone
Anyone tired or hurting inside
Love is leading you home

The blessed and the broken
The weak and the strong
Will all find rest at the Throne of God
There is no condemnation
His arms are open wide
This is the invitation to your life

Come as you are to his mercy
Find all that you were meant to be
Cling to the savior who has led you this far
And live with a soul set free

CHORUS

There is healing like you’ve never known before
Salvation’s right here at your door
This is your invitation
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?

Repeat chorus 2x

Amethyst Shards

Amethyst Shards

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

from http://www.zedge.net

She carries her secrets
around in a box
hides them in darkness
keeps them locked

shoves the box
under her bed
some things are never
meant to be said

She lost the key
to her heart long ago
trys to stay sane
and be in control

burys her memories
stuffs all her pain
hoping they’ll never
come up again

in the depths of her heart
are Amethyst shards
falling down like
houses of cards

fragments of herself
lost in darkness
rattling around like
skeletons in
the closet

Cold Bathroom Floor (may trigger)

Cold Bathroom Floor

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

When his shouting starts
she just runs away
locks the door
curls up on the
cold bathroom floor
He pounds on the door
with his angry fist
quoting his Bible
and screaming
“You have to obey!”
A tear falls from her face
as she begins to sway
She counts the tiles on
the cold bathroom floor
rocks her numbness away
hopeless and afraid
love shouldn’t hurt this way
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore
She looks at the razor
on the side of the tub
will it make the
pain go away?
she doesn’t want
to go one more day
the darkness is
calling her name
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore
Such trauma and abuse
so many bruises
why don’t they see?
what he’s doing to me?
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore

Black Garbage Bags

Black Garbage Bags

© 2013 Words and Music by Diana Rasmussen and Chris Williams

He’d quit one more job, Didn’t like it, he said.
She believed his lies for years on end.
He called her worthless for the last time.
She gathered her things, in black garbage bags.

*

After years of abuse, she wanted more.
Put the kids in the car, And didn’t look back.
Trash or treasure?
Keep it? or throw it away?
In black garbage bags

*

She got a room at the shelter, for the next 30 days
He took all her things and threw them away, in black garbage bags.

*

After years of abuse, she wanted more.
Put the kids in the car, And didn’t look back.
Trash or treasure?
Keep it? or throw it away?
In black garbage bags

*

The life she had treasured, in black garbage bags.
He threw it away, in black garbage bags.

*

Trash or treasure?
Keep it?or throw it away?
Trash or treasure?
Keep it?or throw it away?
In black garbage bags.

(Click on Title if you would like to hear the song)

Betrayed

Being unfaithful

Everything disgraceful

Trust forever broken

Respect wasn’t chosen

All things now uncertain

Your lies are in motion

Exposing your treachery

Disloyal enemy

He Knows Your Poverty

He Knows Your Poverty

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

from dilsedesiblog.blogspot.com

Did you ever wonder why
the King of the sky
would leave Heaven above
come to Earth with love
to join us in our poverty
*
When you run out of money
before the end of the month
and choose between diapers
and gas for work
pawn all of your stuff
for a bag of groceries
*
And you use what you have
for all that you can
cause that is all
that you’ve got
*
And you pray that someday
it won’t be like this
as you tell the kids
no not today
just because
*
He sees all your tears
and collects every one
in a jar up in Heaven
to shower you soon
with blessings instead
of the pain that life brings
*
For the promise He’s given
Do not fear, I’ll provide
when you’re weak,
then I’m strong
Poor in spirit,
you’re blessed
*
so we try to rejoice
consider ourselves worthy
for ours is the
Kingdom of
Righteousness
*
Choosing to believe
All things will
work out for good
There will be
a purpose
for everything
*
Or will you sit back
demand more and more
pay for the death
of your soul
with a life
spent on yourself
*
pretend this is it
take what you can
forgetting His death
and resurrection
*
will you endure
in your pain
will you find love
in the dark
will you choose life
from a cross
can you rejoice
in your suffering
if life here
is not all there is
*
Jesus knows what it’s like
to trade riches for rags
endure hardship
and suffering
*
But He didn’t give up
He came here to save you
Carried out Gods plan
to make all things new
*
His death brings you life
His resurrection brings hope
that out of this pain
something good will come
*
Surely we’ll see the
goodness of God
in the land of the living
He promised, He said
*
And someday soon
in the blink of an eye
We will meet Him
Up in the sky
live in a mansion
streets lined with gold
dance with the Savior
as He welcomes us home

Shine Your Light

Shine Your Light

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

Send the fire of Your Spirit
to the alter of my heart.
Come into the hidden places
Shine your Light upon my heart.

*

Come behind the hidden door
rooms of Pain and Suffering.
Places I’ve stuffed my feelings,
or tried to numb them anyway.

*

Wash the windows of my soul
with Your ever – cleansing blood.
Sweep away mountains of shame,
chase out dustballs of regret.

*

Lord, You turn my sorrow into joy.
Pour out Your Love and Grace.
Fill up all the empty places,
Shine your Light upon my heart.

from tumblr.com
 

If you [really] love Me, you will keep (obey) My commands.

 And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Comforter (Counselor, Helper, Intercessor, Advocate, Strengthener, and Standby), that He may remain with you forever—

The Spirit of Truth, Whom the world cannot receive (welcome, take to its heart), because it does not see Him or know and recognize Him. But you know and recognize Him, for He lives with you [constantly] and will be in you. (JOHN 14:15-17 AMP)

Resurrect My Broken Life

Resurrect My Broken Life

© 2013 D Rasmussen

from ficklefeline.ca
There’s a road through the ocean,
And water comes from a rock.
Victory is in a shout.
You can remove all my doubts.
*
Crucify my stubbornness,
Roll away my stone of fear.
You collect all of my tears,
Resurrect my broken life.
*
Angel food falls from the sky,
Even darkness turns to light.
All dead, dry bones come alive.
And Your death brings me life.
*
Supernatural, is natural.
Impossible, is possible.
from abstract.desktopnexus.com

 

A Homeless Man

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April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)

A HOMELESS MAN

© 2013 D Rasmussen
Standing on the corner, holding a cardboard sign,
Can you spare a dollar? It is cold out tonight.
You see for a moment and then you look away,
Do I really matter? You go on your way.
I’m clinging to my backpack, it’s all that I have.
I lost my hope awhile ago, now I’m just sad.
You saw me today, I like to walk by your house.
You look right through me here, like I am a ghost.
I ride the city bus, all day for just a buck.
I can look out the window, I’m down on my luck.
There is a seat next to me, but you turn your head.
Suddenly you decide you want to stand instead.
I find food at the shelter and sometimes a bed,
or if not, I see a big bridge just up ahead.
To you I don’t matter, I have nothing to give,
You really think this is how I want to live?
To you I’m a homeless man who you never knew.
What if I’m a diamond dressed in poverty?
Maybe I’m a great pearl hiding in this disguise.
What if I’m a treasure waiting to be renewed?
Why won’t you look at me, are you just afraid?
I might be a reflection of your own poverty.