Gods Grace
In my purest form I am an empty vessel. Still, I cling to myself. I am everything when I am nothing. Yet still, I cling to my self. It is in that sweet void of self I am reborn. Still.....
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In my purest form I am an empty vessel. Still, I cling to myself. I am everything when I am nothing. Yet still, I cling to my self. It is in that sweet void of self I am reborn. Still.....
But what if the gateway is to Heaven or Hell. What if you or I was looking into a pair of Angel or Demon eye's.
How does it start Where do we end. Will you always have to pretend. I gave back dreams you lent Dreamed a new dream, I believed in The shaman and the chief dancing to the beat, out and in of time.
When the toll of Life is more than I can bear to hear. When darkness prevents me from seeing the sunlight. I try to look for the answer and it's nowhere to be found.
In The Beginning, People Had Nothing. Their Bodies Ached and Their Hearts Held Nothing But Hatred. They Fought Endlessly But Death Never Came. They Despaired Stuck In The Eternal Quagmire.
I have been on this earth for just over thirty two years. In that time I haven't really given religion any real thought, other then what I had to at school.
It's easy to dream of a world in which we achieve everything we want. It's also easy for the dream to not occur. But that doesn't mean it wasn't for the better.
Life flashed before my eyes. I saw Jesus there in disguise. The light drew closer and we grew colder. The tense pain was as hard as a boulder. What went wrong, who would have known.
Disassemble the fleet You find it hard to believe In a place you can't see Waiting for you and me Disassemble the fleet In new worlds we greet Where love guides us in Our glorious...
I have this friend... Well I wasn't really his friend at first but he said he was mine and he just kinda followed me around all the time and I just kinda ignored him really and carried on with my...
Someone once asked me, What would you do, If the world was ending. And my first thought was of you. My heart started pounding and my mind ran away, To that desolate future where I find you one day.
I do not believe in order to simplify my world, Nor to muffle my grief, Nor to cement my place in society. For since I became a Christian, my world has never seemed so complex.
Don't leave m... Everything is so dark. I'm shaking, even though I don't know why. I can't remember anything. Why, why can't I remember anything.
Pray deep, big prayers that have plenty of suction and you will come up with powerful and vital faith. - Norman Vincent Peale There is no right or wrong way to pray.
One night I dreamed a dream. I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
Heavenly Father I come to you today as a sinner. Lord I pray you come into my heart as my lord and saviour.
you are standing on a crumbling cliff, that cliff is your life, once that cliff falls, that is your death, and your cliff is built on stones of sin, if you stay on that rocky, falling cliff you fall...
From the outside you wouldn’t have realised this building was anything other than a building, let alone Heaven’s Halfway House, the place where every living soul goes at least twice in their...
Dear God, I have no control over this situation. This being the case, I'm gonna let you have my sleepless night.
Still a work in progress this 1. The preacher was pleased to meet ya.
So there's this girl, and she is falling. She doesn't know where she is falling but she steadily falls. And she just keeps falling, and she is smiling, and laughing, even joyfully crying as she falls.
So there's this girl, and she is falling. She doesn't know where she is falling but she steadily falls. And she just keeps falling, and she is smiling, and laughing, even joyfully crying as she falls.
Curious, furious, curious curiosity, always following me. Is it the Western Dream or the Eastern Promise. I make no promises and rarely dream, these days.
The search, by Rob Lumley. I'm so unsure of my beliefs, I swear I'll always need to seek. My inner self won't leave me be, always looking for what could be.