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          "WE NEED GOD"
                in this time of life when you are
                young, there is not much to do
                or hear.
                in this time when there is sex
                around every corner,                
                there is little hope for faith
                and love.
                we stand here in this place we call
                life being hurt and sorry for every
                thing we do, is there nothing that can be
                done?
                fear is in our hearts
                and so is hate
                we see nothing but our selves
                and care nothing about anything.
                our inocents is gone
                and so is our lives
                we need god right now more
                than any thing else, we don`t need
                mtv we dont need boybands or pop
                we don`t need rebellion or anger
                we don`t need baggy pants or spicked up
                hair nor tattos on our boddies or peircings
                in our flesh.
                we need god we need god
                we need his love and his care
                stop fighting and bickering
                stop judging stop hurting know and care
                be free in god and life!
                for we need god!
                   E.C.W.
            
                         "PAIN"
                Pain within from knowing what I`ve done.
                Pain that swirls and festers.
                Pain that wont go away.
 
                The suffering I feel is
                nothing copmared to what he
                endured.
                And even after knowing that I continue to sin
                I continue to brake his heart every time
                I choose my way over his.
               
                In me is the desire to to do rong.
                In me is evil,
                but then too is in me God and love
                and joy and kindness beyond compare.
                There too is pain and sorrow and hurt and
                despare.
                Where can I go to clean my life from this pain?
                Where can I go for redemtion from my past?
                Where can I go to feel his warmth again?
                I miss that warmth that surrounded me.
                I miss that voice that comforted me.
                I miss not feeling the pain that has been engraved
                in my soul.
                How do I see him again?
                How do I let him in again?
                How do I say I`m sorry after all I`ve said and done?
                After all he`s done for me?
                After all the times he never left?
                After all the times he never said goodbye
                to me after I said goodbye to him?
     
                It hurts alot to know that I`m causing him pain.
                It hurts to know that he still loves me
                It hurts to know that he`ll never leave me
                no matter how much I try and make him.
                No matter what I do and no matter how I hurt him.
                No matter how much I cause him pain.
                And I cry now for no aparent reason
                at least that`s what I say to my self,
                but in side I know it`s because I cause
                him pain and because I`m foolish in every way.
                And most of all cause I am constantly leaving him
                when he has never left me!
                    THE END
                       E.C.W.

                    "Life"
               Life is hard when your young!
               It moves and turns and changes
               with the wind.
               It makes you cry, it makes you
               laugh and it makes you want to fly.
               Life hurts sometimes.
               You wish you could escape or even
               just stay, but it`s there all the time.
               When things happen they happen with no
               way of slowing time down it passes by.
               Sometimes life gives you a trunk card
               and maybe even love, but then again it
               could give you a low card, and maybe
               even heart brake!

        "FEEL"
      Feelings destroy the soul
      with thoughts of peace,
      But what peace is there
      if you can not love your self
      How does one know what one is
      feeling unless you can describe
      what you think!
                          THE END
                           E.C.W

I WROTE THIS ONE AFTER I HAD GONE TO CHURCH AND REALIZED HOW MUCH I`VE BEEN A FOOL
AND SO I HAVE HAVE THIS ONE BECAUSE I WANT TO HAVE EVERY ONE REALIZE THAT WE ARE NOT PERFECT! IT`S CALLED   
                     "YOU"
                 You came, you saved.
                 We saw, we turned.
                 You cried, we laughed.
                 You helped, we left.
                 We cried, you came
                 we thanked, you cared.
                    THE END
                       E.C.W.


                               "FOOLED"
                       I thoght I was saved
                       but man it didn`t show
                       in how I behaved.
                       I swore I cursed I yelled
                       in fear.
                       I thought he was there but
                       he was no where near.
                       I felt empty and afraid,
                       I wouldn`t smile if I was
                       paid.
                       I had depression and bitterness.
                       It seemed that finding happyness
                       was hopeless.
                      
                       I couldn`t understand, it was
                       like I was falling with no where
                       to land.
                       so there I was all alone,
                       i had reeped what I had sone.
                       Sunday came my least favorite
                       day.
                       I tried to get out of it but
                       what could I say?
                       So I sat there and staired and
                       tried not to listen.
                       I looked over and saw the sun
                       glisten.
                       It was the same as last week and
                       the before that.
                       but it was no use I had the
                       attention span of a cat.
                       But then as I sat it hit me right
                       there!
                       I heard the preacher say that Jesus
                       Christ will always care.
                       I sat there and cried and saw the truth.
                       The thing I was holding on to was my pride
                       and it hurt like pulling a tooth.
                       But after it all I felt better
                       no longer small but tall.
                       Tall for God like no other can be.
                       I started to listen and I started to see.
                       I started to see the light, no longer
                       afraid and no longer empty.
                       But brave, full and ready to go for the
                       Lord God almighty.
                      
                       So here I am going for God and no other
                       but him.
                       Every thing is so bright no longer dim.
                       Being so filled I had to share.
                       So I went out and spead the word of how
                       he would care!!
                              the end
                                E.C.W.

                     "HARD TIMES"
              hard time pave the way
              for the good.
              but the good times can`t
              last.
              in the times of trial
              that`s when bonds are
              formed and the friendships
               are made!
              so the hard times really do
              help us, when we need it they
              make us stronger and when we get
              through them we have our reward!


                       "UNTITLED"
                     patches of blue pass by
                     as the wind sways like
                     fairies wing dust in the
                     air.
                     the leaves move like
                     emerald butterflies,
                     and the clouds cover
                     the sky like cottan candi,
                     threatening rain, like a
                     sinester man making a child
                     cry.
                            THE END
                         E.C.W.

                           "WALLS"
                Four wall sheild me
                Four walls keep me
                They protect me
                They comfort me
                I can be my self
                I can think my own
                Thoughts.
                They scare me somtimes.
                in them I find depression
                and coldness I never felt.
                      E.C.W.

                   "A PRAYER AT THE POLE"
               THEY STAND IN SILENCE AND LISTEN TO HER
             
               TALK, THEY WEEP AS SHE SPEAKS THE TRUTH.
        
               AS SHE TALKS SHE TO BEGINS TO WEEP FOR
             
               THOSE SHE KNOWS ARE HURT AND CRYING OUT AS WELL.
               THEY HOLD HANDS TO SHOW UNITY IN A CHAOTIC
        
               WORLD, A WORLD THAT WOULD LAUGH AT THEM FOR THIS.
 
               THEY STAND IN THAT CIRCLE SO THAT THEY CAN PRAY.
               THEY PAY NO HEED TO THE STAIRS AND THE SNICKERS OF
       
               THE CROUD.
 
               FOR THEY ARE PRAYING FOR THEM TOO.
 
               ONE PRAYS OUT LOUD AND THEN ANOTHER AND THEN ANOTHER
               THEY SCREAM OUT TO GOD TO SAVE THERE SCHOOLS AND THERE
               FRIENDS TO SAVE THERE TEACHERS AND THE HOPELESS
    
               THEY PRAY TO GOD THAT THE PRAYERS THAT THEY PRAY DO
               NOT GO UNHEARD AND THAT THEY WOULD KEEP PRAYING
               NOT FOR JUST THAT DAY BUT FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR.
               THEY THANK GOD FOR THE RIGHT TO PRAY WHEN THEY COULD
 
               NOT BEFORE.
               THEY THANK GOD FOR THE LOVE THAT HE HAS FOR THEM AND ASKS
               HIM TO SHOW THAT SAME LOVE TO THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW
               HIM AND THEY WEEP FOR THOSE THEY KNOW HAVE TAKEN THERE OWN
   
               LIVES!
               FOR THEY ALL SAY A PRAYER AT THE POLE.
                      THE END        E.C.W.

                  "I dIeD (rEbOrN)"
              Staring at the old me, afraid of
              her as if she could harm me,
              that lifeless girl.
              She was not me only an image
              only a mask I put on to hide
              from that witch I thought would
              hurt me.
              I was so cold and dark in my own
              pain.
              Scared out of my mind and
              shaking from the guilt of my past.
              I was indeed a child begging for
              love from any one who would give it
              and to afraid to ask for help.
              Too alone for any thing to phase me.
              In that despare I was forced to
              flee, forced to run and forced to
              seek a new hope, one that would
              save me from myself.
              And there I found that hope, it
              killed the old me.
              That night I died and was reborn
              a new person, a new child and with new hope!
                   
                       "DESPERATE"
            WHEN THE NIGHT FADES AND THE SOUL
            WEEPS AND THE STARS DANCE IN YOUR HEAD
            THE RAIN POURS AND THE HOT TEARS ROLL
            YOU FALL TO YOUR KNEES.
            YOU CRY FOR GOD TO KEEP YOU SAIN
            BEFORE THE DEMONS KEEP YOU IN CHAINS
            THE NIGHT IS CRUEL AND YOU ARE WEEK
            THE PAST HAS TAKEN IT`S TOLE.
       
            FEARS OF A CHILD CREEP BACK TO YOU
           
            PAINS OF A SLAVE TORTURE YOU
           
            HOW CAN THIS ENDLESS BREATH DRIVE YOU MAD
           
            IT HOLDS YOU FAST AS YOUR MIND WANDERS INTO
            A PATTERN OF CONFUSED DAZES AND A THREAT OF DEATH
         
            THE WEEPING HAS BECOME LESS NOW THERE IS A
    
            DEAFENING SILENCE ABOUT AND YOUR FALLING
    
            DOWN THAT STEEP ROAD AND THE PAIN IS TO SHARP
            
            TO KEEP WARM.
    
            YOU TRY BUT YOU KNOW THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THAT LIGHT
      
            THAT SCARES YOU SO MUCH THAT LIGHT THAT MIGHT SAVE YOU
 
            THAT LIGHT THAT WILL LOVE YOU AND NEVER LEAVE YOU!
    
            THAT LIGHT THAT IS YOUR FATHER YOUR TRUE FATHER IN HEAVEN!
                         THE END
                        E.C.W. 

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