My Poetry reflects loss and sorrow, Love and devotion towards God and hope.
I read the Lord is not restrained by pain that I may hold By blood or death or truth or means, by things that i’ve been told He is not restrained by weakness, not restrained by might, He is not restrained by what may come Or things that don’t seem right, The Lord is not … Continue reading Unrestrained | Kim Blenkhorn
Oh my Father, oh my Shepherd King The love you offer are tears that sting salty wounds and ashen face lonely deserts , lands of waste Rocky Terrace , unknown Depths a wooden cross , a painful death to know this glory how can I bear to taste the suffering and heaven share unless you … Continue reading The Work is Done
Lord I know that you know me, for that reason my fear is small the innermost parts of my heart, the innocent Ways that I fall. Every thought and intent of my soul, The longings you see every one the quiet reflections , the hopes and exceptions the works both complete and undone the tiny … Continue reading Struggles of Faithful Proportions
What prepares us to look upon the cross of Christ and repent? The harsh realities of sin
Kim Blenkhorn I read the words you wrote in tears I felt your desperation In every line a scream for help A need for consolation On every page after page after page Words poured out like rain Tell the tale of a of a broken heart A Young lover lost in pain You didn’t have … Continue reading Poem To My Younger Self
As Children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God, because he was my friend Surely, he would see the need, And go to work at once, Prioritizing all my things, And meeting all my wants, I waited for what seemed some time For him to … Continue reading Broken Things
I will praise you with my darkness, you have called me to this place, I will praise you when your hidden because it calls to my faith I will praise you in the morning I'll praise you in the eve with empty hands surrender and follow with crippled feet I'll lift my voice to worship … Continue reading Praise you with Darkness
Oh the mighty hand of God I never can resist, The compelling voice of Christ my King, Seldom ceases to bring me rest, His all consuming fiery love Convincing my heart to beat, His pure untainted words of life Penetrate each time we meet, Oh the seeing eyes of God That fix upon my state … Continue reading Final Feast
I know how God Feels about his children when I look at mine, all the Love and all the frustration Divine. I’m tired of trying to get ungrateful and unredeemed children to obey my rules all day I know how God felt I’m tired of emptying myself to give them what they need, and getting … Continue reading Parenting Teenagers
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