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
I was twenty-one when I started and twenty-one when I quit. I started out of curiosity and ended once I let the guilt sink in deeper than the drink itself. Unfortunately it took me a few shots and drinks in my life to quit. Every time I would test taste the thought of my siblings lives who have suffered from it would dance in my head. There is a reason why so many children are in foster care, why people have broken pasts, and why Fetal Alcohol Syndrome exists. Four out of eleven of my siblings suffer from Fetal Alcohol because their birth mom’s said “just one drink” once upon a time.
Lives are taken because of just one drink. Hearts are scarred because someone wanted to have just one. This is why I flee. Just one turns into “what happened last night?” Readers hear the heart of the broken people around you if your wanting to shut me out. I was twenty-one when I started and twenty-one when I quit for the broken children.
https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2012/10/13/drink-my-dear/
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
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.
5-4-14
By: Mihaela Chamberlain
https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2015/07/03/i-am-overwhelmed/
https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2013/07/08/courageous-child/
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/
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.”
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
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.
Shot 1 Shot 2 Shot 3
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
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
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