Category: Michelle Marie

Baby this might burn
the soft part of your heart
better that…than your soul
Let it burn till nothing but
Dross remains and blows like chaff
from the threshing floor
Let it slide off~Let it pour out
Don’t defend anything till it’s done
Baby this might burn
the soft part of your heart
but it’s worth it

Beautifully in over my head
All your waves crash over me
I am not afraid
Wrapped in the arms of love

Art by MichelleMarie

I found my church
In the arms of pain
Though, I let the pain back in
I am still breathing
The sting, brings on the healing
Sometime I have to hurt enough
and
I am not lost
I am just healing
I found my church
In the arms of the healing

Hearts will never get Older
that they won’t break
They keep feeling…anyway
No matter what vow we take
We always seem to break
Hearts…and thus we are broken too!
I wonder if that is how this love goes?

Never no yellow bricks roads that set me free
I didn’t know that till I looked out at the yellow sunset
Asked God to show me something real
Wasn’t no yellow brick road,
Kinda dark and uncertain
I saw them for who they really were
Maybe a little yellow, but not the road to freedom for me
I heard someone say…he’s yellow…no, not me
I love yellow, I drove a yellow mustang, but I’m never yellow
I’m free being me, waiting for the next way, doesn’t look like a cross
Doesn’t look like me, however I have a friend who takes my hand
and says…walk with me
Never no yellow brick road for me
I’m thankful for that

I thought you might like to give a card to a friend so I made this for you.
If you right click on your mouse or hold down on the image on your phone,
I’ve made it easy to copy these so you can use them.
My way of saying, “Thank You for Being Here.” Below are some more images for you
to copy and use as a gift from me to you, to whomever you wish to share!

Happiness

JOY

Peace

I believe there’s an art to letting go
It’s delicate and tenuous and tender
Devoid of words that make sense
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
Letting go, to me means setting myself and you
Free…because we were all meant to be free
I know this…yet I struggle to let go
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
It’s delicate and tenuously tender
Like the sadness of saying goodbye
To something or someone you hold dear
because we were all meant to be free
I believe there’s an art to letting go