I found this old poem the other night...I wrote it in 2012 and totally forgot about it! When I was flipping through one of my many notebooks the other night (actually looking for a specific poem for a friend of mine) I came across it and thought I would share...it is untitled as of yet so feel free to offer suggestions! Lol
*place nonexistent title here*
I know it hurts you,
This process of mine,
You're feeling crushed,
Weighted by time.
In a hurry to move,
To go and to do,
But be still and know,
That I am with you.
Chipping, sanding, grinding away,
I am the potter,
You are the clay.
Be patient my child,
Do not be afraid,
For by me,
All things were made.
I'll carry you,
And hold your tears,
And if you'll let me,
Dispose of your fears.
When this process is through,
You will be fine,
And my diamond-in-the-rough,
Forever you'll shine.
Anywhoo, there it is. Be encouraged! :)
Also, I know many of you are already aware but my cousin Travis Chandler was just diagnosed with lung cancer and needs a miracle!! Please keep him in your prayers! Thank you!
Monday, January 13, 2014
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Getting Older...
Once again I am getting older... This time, however, it makes me happy. I know that may sound weird but I look forward to this day every year. Why you ask? Well, today is my Holy-Ghost Birthday! I turned nine this year. Ever since I got the Holy-Ghost I have desired the day that I am one of the older prayer warriors sitting towards the back of the church celebrating 70-80 years of having the Holy-Ghost and serving God faithfully. Don't get me wrong! I am not wishing my time as a young person away or trying to just rush through my life. I have already realized that it will be gone before I know it. But seriously, if you truly live for God for 70-80 years, by that time, you ought to have a wonderful relationship with Him!! And I understand that everyone has their ups and downs. I just want to have that for myself. To know that I had served God faithfully for all those years and that we know each other...Something about that stirs a yearning in my heart. Maybe I am weird, but at least I enjoy myself... Anyways, I am thankful for serving my Jesus for 9 years now!
Much love my neglected blog friends! :)
~Lauren Nicole
Much love my neglected blog friends! :)
~Lauren Nicole
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Poetic Ramblings
So, a while back in the Computer Lab at LCA, it was excruciatingly hot!! Therefore I whisked a small message off to my teacher to explain the dilemma. Well, when I was typing out the message, it came it poetic form and I HAD to share...I died laughing when I read the whole thing together...=D Here is the whole message:
Teacher: XXXX XXXXXXX
Subject: Ach!
Message:
My brow is moist,
I'm gonna perspire,
The temperature in here,
Is getting higher.
It is hot,
I'm feeling faint.
Can we turn it down?
We're melting the paint!
I'm feeling ill and getting sick.
The air in here is getting thick.
I feel like I'm,
Frying my brain.
What has this heat,
For us to gain?
74 is nice outside,
But in here it seems,
A bit too high.
May we I pray thee,
Open the door?
Or turn the air on,
If we'd like to be poor.
Whichever one,
I think we must,
Save ourselves,
Before we turn to dust.
P.S. It is stuffy in here...=D
Thanks! ~Lauren Bundy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anyway, I thought it was funny and I hope you did to...=D
**FYI**
I am going to be posting a poem on here that I wrote for my pastor as a Bible project for school (We had to post a pic of someone's hands (with godly influence in our live)
Teacher: XXXX XXXXXXX
Subject: Ach!
Message:
My brow is moist,
I'm gonna perspire,
The temperature in here,
Is getting higher.
It is hot,
I'm feeling faint.
Can we turn it down?
We're melting the paint!
I'm feeling ill and getting sick.
The air in here is getting thick.
I feel like I'm,
Frying my brain.
What has this heat,
For us to gain?
74 is nice outside,
But in here it seems,
A bit too high.
May we I pray thee,
Open the door?
Or turn the air on,
If we'd like to be poor.
Whichever one,
I think we must,
Save ourselves,
Before we turn to dust.
P.S. It is stuffy in here...=D
Thanks! ~Lauren Bundy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anyway, I thought it was funny and I hope you did to...=D
**FYI**
I am going to be posting a poem on here that I wrote for my pastor as a Bible project for school (We had to post a pic of someone's hands (with godly influence in our live)
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