Open your arms

you see them on the street,
you do nothing but look at your feet...

they ache, and long to know someone cares,
but usually they get nothing but stares.

we are the hand and feet of Christ,
what are we doing, this cannot be right.

we must go into the world, and make it change,
it time to open up and rearrange.

helping the ones we see on the street,
and give them a warm seat.

opening our arms and hands wide,
we will be the one who feel good inside.

let go of your selfish ways,
and give God the glory all of your days.

Here I go

You have taken the time to get to know me,

I guess it's time to open up so you can see ,

see the real me.

I love to watch flowers grow up from the grass,

I sit and try to make those moments last.

Just as I have tried to do for 18 years,

It's hard to talk about how I feel without tears.

I have always longed to fit in,

and I fake it with a grin.

Not many look much farther than my walls,

but when you take your time to talk to me,

it all falls.

I am ready to step out,

and live without doubt.

I am learning how to change,

and things are starting to rearrange.

Here I go,

I am letting go.

Thank you for being here for me,

you've opened my eyes so I can see,

the girl God created me to be.

I want the world

I didn't want to leave home,
or the things that were already known.

It was my choice and it was up to me,
but I chose to go be all I could be.

I started off fine,
but realized the things in this world,
I wanted to be mine.

I lost sight of what was really true,
and started focusing on the things that I could never have.

The body, the hair, and all that the world wants me to be,
God took me and open my eyes, and now I see.

It wasn't that I wanted the world,
I wanted the world to like me.

I know what I have to do,
and I pray God take me and makes me new.

Worth

where do you find your worth?

it can't be the make up, we don't have it at birth.

the weight of the world tells us where it needs to be,

but I have people in my life who say the beauty is me.

not the clothes I wear or the shoes on my feet,

it the smile on my face when we meet.

the love that I show from the creator of all,

the one that catches me when I fall.

my worth isn't in this world, or any of it's stuff,

in Christ, who I am is quite enough.

Dear Hales (:

Dear Hales,

Your are such a special girl,

its quite easy to see,

and how lucky and I,

that God gave you to me?

the fun we have had I will never forget,

right by our side at lunch I would sit.

study hall was lots of fun too,

never could do what we were told to do.

so many memories,

and a lifetime ahead,

we will go where we are led.

never slow down,

and remember I'm here to get rid of that frown.

you have been a twitter creep,

but you were the one I could text if I couldn't sleep.

I will miss your face,

more than you know.

but now its time for me to go.

remember me when you need a friend,

I will be there 'til the end.

good luck with the rest of high school.

I wish you the best,

good luck on all those silly test.

I love you Hales,

thanks for being in my life.

i will miss you lots,

and hey, who will eat my tater tots?

keep your head held high,

reach for the stars and aim for the sky.

shoes

if these shoes could talk,

they would tell of the miles i have walked.

the places i have seen, the people i have met,

the beggar on the street that beat me in a bet.

the lonely people just looking for a place to call home,

but doing nothing at night, nothing but roam.

the stories i have heard and the people to tell them so,

how lucky am i, lucky enough to know....

to know that i have a place to call home at night,

while in other countries survival is a fight.

i am blessed to say i have seem many miles,

but lucky for me most of the way has been smiles.

to the people around the world,

just begging for a hope,

i pray that i can been their escape boat.

to be there for them until the very end,

to open my heart,

to call them a friend.

oh if these shoes could talk,

i could tell the stories of the miles I've walked.

i am

i am....
a daughter before i am anything.

i am...
a disciple above all things.

i am...
a sister who loves to be there.

i am...
a student who looks up to her teachers.

i am...
who i am for a reason.

i am...
Gods creation...Brittney Gilleland