Before God

Photo credit: mihaela echols
Photo credit: Mihaela Echols

Before God I was afraid.

Before God my journey was strayed.

Before God I freeze.

Before God I fall on my knees.

Before God I drop my desires.

Inside he starts his fire.

Before God purpose wasn’t real.

Before God I didn’t know I could heal.

Before God nothing else stands.

Before God my heart is safe in his hands.

 Written September 28,2015 

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Be My Escape

Dropping my goals
my drink numbs my soul
Everyday strife
Labor for life
I leave the room with out a care
Cigarette smoke of relief lingers in the crisp air
Bloods drips from my shaken wrist
Why was God so easy to resist?
As the blade hits the floor
I give up on this war
Set this soul free
Come and rescue me
As I drop the beer
You become that something clear
I’m tired of feeling like an outsider
Be my provider
Be my soul receiver
My stress reliever
Maker of the stars
Restore my scars
It’s time to end this facade
and let you be my God.

December 17, 2011
By: Mihaela Chamberlain

Embrace Life

Take the Stand

Take the Stand

Fifteen year old boy hears about life coming from dust,
and how God is the only one he can honestly trust.

So young boy takes a stand
and gives his life to God’s hand.

Day by day his battle goes on,
fighting with his flesh because he old him is gone.

His peers question his new ways,
disagreeing they don’t choose to stay.

Still, young boy takes a stand
and leaves his life in God’s hand.

Young boy grows and so do his dreams,
but brokenness makes his heart scream.

Let down too many times,
the world was winning with its crimes.

Still he holds onto the news he heard as a boy
even when we are sad we can still have joy.

So young man takes a stand
and leaves his future in God’s hand.

Poisoning his heart,
she was bad news from the start.

His feelings turned into lust.
Desiring God was becoming rust.

Deep in his heart God still shinned
whispering child you are mine.

Young man had to take the stand
and leave his desires in God’s hand.

Hitting his rock bottom he shakes his head.
The fifteen year boy inside him is not dead.

Once again leaving his own desires
leaving her and his life to who is higher.

Young man took a stand
and left his life in God’s hand.

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By: Mihaela Chamberlain

https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2015/07/03/i-am-overwhelmed/

https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2013/07/08/courageous-child/

Goodwill Boys

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    The other day I was thinking about all the things in my life that are either cheap or used, my clothes, my car, and even my guitar. Then memories of other cheap things came to mind, weak friendships was one of them. This poem is about people, specifically some guys, who say what we want to hear, do half the things we want, only to keep us around for as long as we’ll stick around. But should we settle for good? Or do we hold out for best? Maybe best will never come? Will we lower our standards because it’s in front of us? Readers Best already came! (John 3:16-17)

    

The shirts that rip and tear
telling you the empty promises that they will be there.

They come with visible stains
causing your heart pain.

Unaware of the stories the shirts hide, you wonder if trying one on will help you decide.

With prince charming actions the thread still pulls.
Yet, it insists it will make life full.

Sitting at arms length,
does your lack of self-control give up all strength?

Or do you walk away from the sweet deals
waiting not for a goodwill boy, but for something real.

April 23rd, 2014

By: Mihaela Chamberlain

https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2014/03/21/the-scariest-road/

Surrender

Can one really escape them self? My answer is yes!

Reflection in the mirror

Makes the sad reality clearer

Thinking your hiding behind your mask

Hoping to ease the task

Taken by its own hands

The soul will still stand

An uncontainable strength where death can only decide it’s fate

But it’s not something you have to hate

There’s something bigger than the soul

Something that can make it whole

No longer will you feel trapped in your own skin

Cuz He had forgiven your sins

The medicine from you

Is letting God’s will become true

Mihaela Chamberlain

February 3, 2013

Matthew 11:28-30

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Quick Sand

Have you ever seen some one you love become a stranger? Have you ever seen the power of drugs in its prime?

Knowing better from the start

now losing things you’ve held so close to your heart.

Suffocating in the quicksand of addiction.

Everything you say is fiction

eyes blinded from direction

mind losing connections

unprodicting actions

feeling no satisfaction

curiosity threw your life away

hopelessly loved ones watch you decay.

December 4, 2011

By: Mihaela Chameberlain

Confident Child

Baby girl takes a step then falls

as she toddles down the halls.

She stands up to reach her destiny

and tries again with no enmity.

Little girl scrapes her skin.

Then gets back on her bike with a grin.

Teenage girl wakes up to face strife

knowing it’s the reality of life.

Society tells the women what she cant be;

she doesn’t say ”you’ll see”

Instead she keeps her eyes toward her goal

knowing whose really in control.

She leaves the world with peace in her heart

thankful she loved Jesus from the start.

Drink My Dear

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So thirsty

Substitute the hurt

Not asking what its worth

Sadistic behavior

Your savior

You call it booze, liquor, wine, whisky, and beer

But I call it rape, welfare, bruises, scars, and fear

Innocent eyes know the names

Still, you feel no shame

Sailor Jerry, Hard Mikes, Jagermeister

Destroyer

It’s your breath

and soon your death

By Mihaela Chamberlain Dec.23.2010

WANTED

4/21/12

Believe it or not this poem was one of the hardest for me to write. It was actually supposed to be written a month ago. But I never really had the time to sit down and do it. With a lot of studying, looking up verses and putting in my own experiences I had finally come up with this poem. It’s about adoption. In it I’m comparing human adoption with God adopting us. With adopting it requires: sacrifice, a home, paper work, provision, teaching, leading and protection.  God wants to meet us in these ways too. So do you accept it?

There is only one whose  love is  unconditional   Psalm 193:15-16

Real and untraditional

He’s like a father who keeps us on track              (Father) Hebrews 12:9

So our character isn’t lacked

His name protects us from all above             (Guardian) Romans 8:38-39

Fearless and strong only because of love

Giving us plants, animals and seasons is how He provides   Matt 6:26-34

Reassuring He’ll never leave our side                    Hebrews 13:5

He gave all that He could give                               Hebrews 10:14

So that we may live                                                John 3:16-17

He prepared His heart and home to be shared     John 14:2

Only because He really cared

It’s all permanent and signed                                 Isaiah 49:13-18

You choose to be defined

You see God adopts us too

But its all up to you                                                 Ephesians 1:4-5

Romans 8:15

“The Spirit you received does not make you slaves so that you live in fear again; rather the spirit you received brought your adoption to son ship and by Him we cry “Abba Father”

-Mihaela Chamberlain

My Adoption Story

My Mom’s Story

 

 

              

Sayanara Heartache

I frown as I finish signing my name on the pain contract

Knowing how my heart will react

Prolonging foolish decisions

Unerased revisions

Speechless I sit in my shame

Knowing who to blame

I run and run and run

Saying sayanara to the foolish things I’ve done

It’s time to redeem my spirit

Heartache just isn’t gonna do it

-Mihaela chamberlain

3/3/12