I guess it’s
A lot of people are in love with You.
Some of us even get tortured
Some of us spend our whole lives being Your devotees.
Some of us give up everything
To find Someone more
Someone who fills the longjngs
You didn’t know you had
Who sees beyond
The masks we wear
Who’s just as In love with me
As I am with Him
Then again, I’m a Jesus freak
Could He love me so much
To hang on my words
To saturate me with love
That bleeds to the World?
Love is Jesus
Jesus is Love
Thank You for being my Fan.
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I guess that’s me. Longing for your touch,
I didn’t know I could love this much
I crave your warm embrace
That smile upon your face.
To hear you breathe my name
I’ll never be the same.
I’m completely whipped it’s true.
So totally Into You.
But since you’re in everyone
I might as well have fun.
To the reader, it’s just a poem, don’t read too much into it. I love Jesus a lot and we have fun playing with words.
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You want my devotion
You get off on my obsession
You demand my respect
You crave my adoration
And so many others
Get on our knees for You
Madly in love
Craving Your touch
Completely in love with the Master
And His firm and loving hand
And does so much more.
So take me Jesus.
I’ve always been Yours.
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I’ve tuned into a Jesus Devotee this year. He’s taken over all of my social media, and the rest of my life. I got saved as a child but after a life of trials had come to the conclusion that we were probably all right.
Then all the stuff earlier this year (see blog)and now I’m a Jesus freak, so, whatever. Anyway, back to Satan. He doesn’t like me because I’m so into Jesus, even though I love Satan too, in some ways.
God and me love everyone. Anyway, the other day he started messing with my ears. Now they ring all the time.
He thinks he can make me forget to tell everyone that Satan exists only in your head. It is hard, and I can’t do it while writing this because I’m looking at a screen.
When I’m done being my head to write, I’m going to tell my brain to shut up and to quit being such a narcissist. Then I’m going to close my eyes and be my body and soul. You can too.
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To be your love, and You be mine.
To live in laughter, brave and free.
Exactly who I was meant to be.
To meet all my heroes who lived long ago.
Their crazy life stories so that we would know.
Our time here is so short. It’s only one act.
We one day will be dead, it’s a simple fact.
Which makes the short torments of each little life
Feel less like the stab of eternity’s knife.
So celebrate each day, no matter how it ends,
And find me in Heaven and let’s be friends.
I’ll be in the castle with slides coming out of the windows.
Can You Dance? Whether you think you can or not, your body can dance and wants to.
Tell your brain to quit Hogging all the attention and be your eyes for a couple of your favorite songs.
Our bodies have eyes and the eyes have watched dancers all our lives, in some form or another.
Trust me, Your body. Knows how to dance way better than your brain does. Watch if move. If your brain tries to make you think🤔tell it to shut up and be your eyes.
Tell us which songs you dance to In the comments. Come street dance with me sometime! Love you! 👽
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Everyone loves you and so do I. But there is no jealousy.
Because You are Oxygen. But our bodies are not only Oxygen. They are also full of self and the good and bad that is everyone.
We are mini You’s. With god complexes. Masters of “our” universe, which is actually Your Youniverse.
And You gave us a Way out. A skin of humanity. For the Designer of the Youniverse.
You made Your Skin die. To rescue the game. You made us a place. There is no greater name.
Thank you Jesus. I love you God. Your Spirit is the air I breathe and the water I drink.
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I just have to be still and know? That You are God and I am not, so whether I spend my time stressing or smoking pot. The book was actually written by You, so in reality I don’t have shit to do, except to listen to Your quiet prompts if I want to. The choice is each of ours to make.
You wrote us choose your own adventure lives, and gave us the chance to know the Author. This Spirt of God who actually is fucking hilarious and doesn’t care if I say fuck or shit and this is my blog so deal with it. Anyway my mind has again been blown.
Okay, so personally, I like knowing the Author of Life, but fair warning if you get to know this Jesus everyone loves so much. He does a lot of crazy shit! God I love You!
I want to write
I want to think
And I kind of want
A nice stiff drink
I need some time to figure out
The things that I keep thinking about
I know what I need but I’m really not sure
What it is I keep searching for
How am I supposed to find
The power button on my weary mind?
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Me – It has been a problem for so long!
Him – I know, I’ve been there the whole time.
Me – When are You going to fix it?
Him – Just a little bit longer, I’m only making us stronger.
Me – The deadline is almost here.
Him – I know.
Me – I thought I trusted You.
Him – Point made.
Me – Touché Lord. I’m still scared.
Him – Be still, and know that I am God. You can always completely trust the One who loves you so much He died for you. I’ve got this.
Me – After a day or two of continuing to stress – Okay, thank You God. I’m still scared, but I see Your hand. Making me into the human You want me to be. Help me to trust Your plan.
Him – Hold my hand. I’ll walk you through it.
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