*love chapter Corinthians 13*

Corinthians 13
Love
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.

*when i must leave you*

When I must leave you
For a little while-
Please do not grieve
And shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you
Through the years.
But start out bravely
With a gallant smile,
And for my sake
And in my name
Live on and do
All things the same.
Feed not your loneliness
On empty days,
But fill each waking hour
In useful ways.
Reach out your hand
In comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you
And hold you near.
And never, never
Be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky!

~Authour Unknown

*who am i today?*

Who am I today?" I ask ...
And I wonder if I'll ever know;
I know the past has shaped me now,
Though the past was long ago.

The little moments form a blur,
The times both happy and sad,
All the people I once knew,
And the things I used to have.

They all helped me to become
Where, what, and who I am now,
And everything has influenced me
...though I'm not sure exactly how.

But I'm thankful for the memories,
From everyone I've ever met
People I miss and people I love,
Even people I'd like to forget.

For these memories have helped me grow,
They've made me calm, yet strong,
And now there's a story to my life,
That they've been writing all along.

So, thank you for the memories,
Without them, who would I be?
Because somewhere in my memories
Are the things that define me.

~Author Unknown

*goodybye*

today is the day
the lord has called you home
our lives will never be the same
you touched us with your kindness
you warmed our hearts with your smile
forever loved by those of us left behind
you will be missed
though you are no longer here on earth
you will live on forever
in the hearts of those you touched
an angel above
is what you have become

jenny~
september 27, 2008

*bleeding love*

Closed off from love I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain
Time starts to pass before you know it you’re frozen
But something happened for the very first time with you
My heart melted to the ground found something true
And everyone’s looking round thinking I’m going crazy

But I don’t care what they say I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding I keep keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that their goal is to keep me from falling
But nothing’s greater than the risk that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness I see your face
Yet everyone around me thinks that I’m going crazy
Maybe maybe

Chorus
And it’s draining all of me
Though they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars for everyone to see

Chorus
And I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love

Leona Lewis~

how can you miss someone?

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
with each passing day
i miss you more than the day before

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
i miss your touch
and you've never really touched me

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
i miss the way you smell after you shower
even though i've never smelled you before

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
i miss your hugs
the way your strong arms wrap around me

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
i miss the way my head fits in the crook of your neck

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
i miss the way our hands fit together so perfectly

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
i miss the way you kiss me
the softness of your lips
the way you taste

how can you miss someone?
someone you've never really met.
i think i would miss you
even if we never meet.

jenny~
september 3,2008

dreaming of you

dreaming of your touch
is it soft?
will you caress my body
hold me close
i want to lay my head on your chest
listening to your heart beat
thump, thump,thump.....
two hearts slowly beating as one
the rise and fall of your chest
slowly, softly putting me to sleep
fingers laced together as one
soft strokes with your thumb
gentle kisses across my forehead
the smell of your skin
circling around my nose
time stops
never wanting this feeling to end

jenny~
august 29,2008

until i met you

in a world of pain
all i saw was darkness
broken hearted
scared to trust
tears falling
afraid to love again
until i met you
you showed me a world full of greatness
you opened a world full of light
no longer broken hearted
no longer scared to trust
you wiped the tears away
you showed me what real love is like
when you are in my life
there is no longer pain

jenny~
august 29,2008

afraid

scared of getting hurt
frightened to allow anyone close
you make me feel less scared
you ease the terrors inside
you say all the right things
you calm a racing mind
with you i never know what i'll find
no pushing
no rushing
just take it easy
go with the flow
nice and gentle

jenny~
august 27,2008

how did you do it?

how did you do it?
bring me to life
light a flame that's never been lit
touch me in places i've never been touched
without really touching me at all
are you real?
or am i just dreaming?
are you the one i've been waiting on?


jenny~
august 27,2008

How Do I Love Thee

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle- light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, ---I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A Pretty Woman

That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eyeDear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!

To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!

You like us for a glance, you know---
For a word's sakeOr a sword's sake,
All's the same,
whate'er the chance, you know.

And in turn we make you ours, we say---
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.

All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet---
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!

But for loving, why, you would not,
Sweet,Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed youin a mortar---for you could not, Sweet!

So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Be its beautyIts sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!

And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponderA conclusion?
I will try it there.

As---why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking?
Thunder-striking
Earth---the heaven, we looked above for, gone!

Why, with beauty,
needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?

May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?

Is the creature too imperfect,
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!

Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection---
Whence, rejection
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?

Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
Into tinder,
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?

Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
Your love-fancies!---
A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!

Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose---
Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Uses fine things that efface the rose:

Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Precious metals
Ape the petals,---
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!

Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it---at last, throw away!

Robert Browning

254

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

* The Day Before You*

i had all but given up
on finding the one that i could fall into
on the day before you
i was ready to settle for
less than love and not much more
oh, but that was the day before you

now you're here and everything's changing
suddenly life means so much
i can't wait to wake up tomorrow
and find out this promise is true
i will never have to go back to
the day before you

in your eyes i see forever
and it makes me wish that my life never knew
the day before you
oh, but heaven knows those years without you
were shaping my heart for the day that i found you
and if you're the reason for all that i've been through
then i'm thankful for the day before you



now you're here and everything's changing
suddenly life means so much
i can't waiti to wake up tomorrow
and find out this promise is true
i will never have to go back to
the day before you


the day before you
was the last day that i ever lived alone
and i'm never going back
i'm never going back

now you're here and everything's changing
suddenly life means so much
i can't wait to wake up tomorrow
and find out this promise is true
i will never have to go back to
the day before you





Author: Matthew West