Your Face

Even though I never met you, you are beautiful,
I'm not sure if I'll ever get such the pleasure to see Your face,
Such beauty, such grace,
I'm sure it shines like a light, a beacon in the darkest night,
Your face, its bright like the sun,
Like a beam through the clouds, You shower down,
Like a lightening bolt, Your power makes me quiver and shake,
Like a new flower, such beauty You make.
That, is just half, of Your face...

The Balm To My Sores....

How can I describe this pain?
Howabout with a knife, slice it through my vein?
Despite my efforts, the hurt wont go away, I dont even know why I try anymore,
I know I'm going to get pushed away, to distance myself in the end,
So why try? Just make this stop..I need a friend.
Never thought about Jesus, just turned to pain and cuts,
But I know now I need him, He'll make these chills go warm and the cuts heal to scars,
He'll count me as one of His children, as many as His stars.
He'll be that one in a million, the friend to rely on,
When my tears fall, He'll grab me and say, "I'm that shoulder to cry on."
But I need no tears anymore, He quiets them all,
With just a bend of the knee, all is well, and all is calm.

The Gift

Now the meaning of Christmas isn't Christ at all.
It's how many gifts you get and give, and how your tree is tall,
How much money you can spend,
It's the food and the family, and thats all great and dandy,
But does anyone remember that its when we celebrate Christ's birth?
The gifts we should be giving, is in our hearts and heads,
The gifts we should be giving, is joy and love instead,
Our gift to Jesus Christ this day, should be praise for him,
For He is the greatest gift of all, the gift for all of men.

Christmas has just taken flight,
Everyone scurryin' to get the last of the gifts,
Cleaning their houses, making their pies, and stringing up lights,
Families a-gatherin' and joy abounding, and stomachs will be rounding,
But does anyone even remember the true meaning of this?
Its not just X-mas, a Happy Holiday or a seasons greeting, but its CHRISTmas,
Seems everyones forgotten, the the Holy Begotten was born that day,
To grow up and one day, die for you, and for I.

Are You Ready?

This is a short story I wrote the day before yesterday. Lemme know what you think! ;)

Are You Ready? By KJ


Are you ready?” He says to me.
As I nod, the call comes. “Mount up!”
Tenneyson gives me a leg up and I gather my reins and stirrups-as well as my wits.
Mr.Tenneyson leads Prince for post parade.
One horse goes in the gate before us. Then two. Then three. We’re in now.
Prince walks in like a perfect gentleman. But he starts flipping his head at the excitement of the horse beside us-Garrets Flame.
It seems like an eternity. I look to my left. Three beside us. I look to my right. Five beside us.
I look straight ahead. Right between Prince’s ears.
Every thing is quiet. Too quiet. I zone in and I can’t hear a thing then-Bang! The gates clang open and we’re chasing them down.
I have a death choke on his reins. I know he likes to get in the lead an burn himself out.
I crouch as low over his withers as possible. I try to be as aerodynamic as a crispy leaf laid flat.
I hear his breath. It comes in gulping and snorts as he fights my arms for reins.
His hooves clatter-then a hollow pounding as they hit the ground and gather again, stretching for distance.
“Shh Prince. Wait for your time.” I say slowly, more to myself than anybody.
I glance under my arm to see three behind us. Five ahead of us. They’re all clumped at the rail. We ease up on them and pass one-now we’re in fourth.
I can barely see through this pounding and thudding of his hooves. I hear Prince snort and he pushes for more rein. I oblige and he rockets forward like I let go completely.
I see the white poles flash past-fast.
Its the three quarter mile marker. Only a quarter of a mile to go.
I can see hardly through his mane whipping in my face.
Hooves kick up ahead of us. I see a hole where GotItNow was and then faltered.
I tighten my right rein and yell “Now! Now Prince, nows your time. Go go go!” I loosen the reins all the way and we rocket forward passing them all-GotItNow, Here He Iz, High Steppin Peppin and Garrets Flame.
There are no contenders now.
Prince shoots forward with the other horses barely a blurr.
A sixteenth of a mile and we’re there.
I can feel every muscle in his body flex and contract. We are one. He’s ahead by I don’t know how many lengths.
We thunder under the wire and its like somebody suddenly turned on the stereo in a library.
The crowd is screaming and I notice some crying.
I raise in my stirrups and start pulling him down.
It registers as the announcer is yelling “Tenneyson’s Prince! The Prince wins by 5 lengths! He wins the Triple Crown! He kicked dirt in any of those contenders faces!” He keeps yelling but now I’m totally focused on Prince.
“We did it!” I gasp for air as we trot on over to the winners circle.
They lay a blanket of roses over his withers and my lap.
I smile for cameras, but as the flashes start, I throw my arms around the bays neck. I whisper in his ear like he’s the only one there.
“We did it! We won the Triple crown! You are my prince!”
I rub my cheek into his soft black mane.
Flash bulbs pop.



I may just make this into a story, but I have to finish all my others first :)

Best Friends

Acquaintances are from then,
Friends are for now,
But Best Friends will be there forever <3

So don't let go,
You might not have a chance to grab back on.
Sometimes God will let Best Friends go, and you'll never quit being best friends,
And you'll never forget,
He sometimes just lets us drift.

<3 :)

A voice speaks softly in my ear,
Its gruff, and I know I shouldn't be listening, but its still here,
I try to run, but I end up giving heed, and somewhere I do a bad deed,
I disobey, or I might disrespect, But God always takes us back,  Because he knows whats best
He hushes that small voice quivering in my throat, the one to retort, the one to re-quote
All those terrible words rushing inside my head, God just says "Now run along to bed"
He forgives when I ask for it, and reprimands when I deserve, He is best, for those nice thoughts, He will preserve.

The guitar sings quietly,
Over the wind,
The grass blows softly, it is my only friend,
The horses, well they graze in this pasture,
That I sit in so often, watching they're stature


I observe and I watch,
Oh, how I wish I could ride,
Get on their backs, ride them through the winds,
Oh how they glide


I hear their whinnies, their brays and their whickers,
I watch as people come to put on their rain slickers,
They romp and they play, they look so happy, so divine,
Oh, how I wish, one were mine


They rush through the wind, jump the impossible,
They are amazing to me, the way their manes whip in the air,
The way their tails play tag with another mare

But the most amazing to me, is how God made them,
He so perfect, We so dirty, still are blessed,
With an animal of such grace, Is life at best...

My Plight Set Right...

The teardrops dont fall anymore,
Because He's there to drag me up to shore,
I've been adrift for quite some time,
But He picked me up, gonna make me shine,
I love Him so, because He's amazing,
He takes away my pain, makes it all feel better,
Holds me up, so I can't be a quitter.

Everyones trying to be what their not,
To be so cool, to act all "hot"
So just let God form you
Let Him mold you
So you can be what He wants
What else shall ye hunt?

Forever More...

His feet like thunder
His whinny like lightening
He carries me away
From all that is frightening

His heart pounds a million a minute
His lungs bang inside his chest
He gives me all he has
And he gives it all his best

He is my hero
For that I love him more
He'll jump high logs
He'll do it just to soar
He is mine, and I am his
Forever More

A figure in white

The moon glistened off the murky waters
The winds blew strong over the hills
A figure in white glided over the still
Paying homage to all that went before her
That fought for the country, that sought for the ill
She loved them all, and will love them still...