tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52565242463548457052024-02-06T20:15:52.198-08:00Aunnika's Poetry SpotAunnikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00259341055274016484noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256524246354845705.post-11534718049497102862008-03-19T18:26:00.000-07:002008-03-19T19:03:40.408-07:00<strong><span style="color:#663366;"><em>Jesus</em></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">Can I fully explain what this name means and how powerful it truly is?</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">This is a name that belongs to a man who is powerful beyond words and imigination. He is a man who feeds the hungrey, takes care of the sick, shelters the homeless, is hope for the hopeless, a mother for the motherless, lost little girls and boys and fathers for the lost, anger young men. </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">He is everything you can ever imagine someone being.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">BUT... what he is to me is my hope, encourger, best friend, father, ear to listen, doctor, teacher, shelter, comforter and everything I need him to be.</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>To know this man is to love him to trust him is to try him, I call on him no matter the time and when I do a chill runs through my body. A chill straight to my soul.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>When Im sad and loney I don't need friends to comfort me all I need to do is kneel down and bow before him and he hears me, rocks me, cires with me. I'll never be alone as long as I have him. Can you understand my love and admiration for this powerful man.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">He is my way maker when I feel I can't go on or that what I dream to accomplish in life is too far fetched he reminds me ever so sweetly that he's the one who made me and planted that gift inside of me and he knows I can do it because he has already spoke it into existence and therefore it shall be.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">How can you not want to know someone who loves you beyond reason and fault?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">Being in love with Jesus is a beautiful feeling, he's my everything, anything and things I need him to be, but I know he'll be it and do it proudly. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">So, when people critize me and try to break my spirit I remember that they are not who made me and therefore their comments won't break me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">Jesus reigns victorious and know that forever and always, I'll be his. He's my God, my mother, father, and everything else.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">But...above all he's Jesus all by himself and he's alive and is willing and capable to set aside all your probelms as long as you place him above all.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">By: Aunnika Hilton</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;">'08</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong>Aunnikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00259341055274016484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256524246354845705.post-156532065083117662008-03-18T13:57:00.000-07:002008-03-18T13:59:55.862-07:00<em><span style="color:#330033;">My poetry tells a story of my journey through life, thus far. My stories have no limitations and ranges from my inspirations to my desperations. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">So...... tell me, what does your poetry tell a story of ?</span></em>Aunnikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00259341055274016484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256524246354845705.post-92135086295279380322008-03-17T21:11:00.000-07:002008-03-17T21:13:16.510-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5BiCu29H26ajJ9JhXSToOGxWovmmDqD4EPECaxt_npr1mRfFGRjSQr5qlNgWdyXKvx8PJjfQl0DYdezPZsD1wbxdPMK9cJkyh4xjkz1sYMBV_UuptKP9_F4fGn2KCLBQclKW4UBGXJ4/s1600-h/S5030955.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178929927125807506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5BiCu29H26ajJ9JhXSToOGxWovmmDqD4EPECaxt_npr1mRfFGRjSQr5qlNgWdyXKvx8PJjfQl0DYdezPZsD1wbxdPMK9cJkyh4xjkz1sYMBV_UuptKP9_F4fGn2KCLBQclKW4UBGXJ4/s320/S5030955.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Aunnikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00259341055274016484noreply@blogger.com0