It's Okay To Cry

It's Okay To Cry

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

God knows every tear you've already cried,

The reason why,

The pain you've tried so hard to hide.

He knows.

It's okay to cry.

He knows the feelings you've tried to subside,

The trauma that you've internalized,

Every single escape from Him that you've tried.

Honey, He knows.

It's okay to cry.

He knows every feeling of worthlessness stemming from your insecurities,

Every heartbeat stolen by your anxiety,

Every yearn and plead for some security.

He knows.

It's okay to cry.

He knows your feelings of inferiority,

The places of your vulnerability,

The deepest cries of your heart that want to experience purity.

Honey, He knows.

It's okay to cry.

So fall to your knees desperately,

Cry out earnestly,

Sing a song expressing your calamity,

And raise your hands in honesty

Then praise the God Almighty

And brace yourself!

Because you're about to feel..FREE!

Until Then

Until Then

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

I can't wait for the day

Oh my soul You'll take..

 Away from this cold, dark place.

I am Yours and You are mine

And I can't wait to see the fullness of love divine,

But sometimes the things I ask you to remove..

Are the very things You've meant for me to walk through

So I can be refined in the fire 

Of the Holy Spirit

So that I not only have the desire..

I can live it..

To bring others to You

By sharing what I've gone through.

So Father, help me to be wise,

Not in my own eyes.

But save me from the pride..

Of strife.

Even when others are wrong it is YOU who's right.

I don't have to defend myself because You are my defender..

My rights I surrender.

I render it all to You

Because I know You..

Will indicate I am worth it

And vindicate me as You see fit.

My Strength

My Strength

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

It's days like this that I want to climb back into..

Bed,

And give way to the..

End.

Because I feel there's no..

End

When depression's kicking..

In.

 But what keeps me going isn't looking at the now, but the..

End

If I keep on going instead of giving..

In.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green..

Pastures.

He heals all the brokenness, bruises, and..

Fractures

Of a wounded heart. 

A..

Preacher. 

A..

Teacher,

He leads me, an undeserving..

Creature

Beside still waters.

He restores my..

Soul.

Replaces the broken with something new and..

Whole.

So that I can get up and enjoy a sunny..

Day.

In actuality any..

Day

The Lord has made.

And when pain comes in the night.

All I have to do is fight

To reach the joy that comes in the..

Morning

And to give sincere thanks in the midst of my..

Mourning.

Back in January of 2011

    As frustration gripped me at the heart I began to fall. I began to fall faster. I began to fall deeper...

 

 

 

Back in January of 2011...



"You're making me so tense.

Troubling worry.

Sickening suspense.

Lurking in the shadows

Armed with defense.

Waiting to grab me

Fear dispensed.

Outside drury.

Raindrops condensed

Running down my cheek.

 

Tears like a river

Flowing endlessly.

Hurts like a sliver

Digging deep into me.

My heart quivers

Like I'm shaking from the cold.

Frequent shivers

Trying to warm my soul."

 

 

 

    ...And yet God got me through it all. Through the pain He still knew every tear that I cried.

Baby Girl

Baby Girl

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

I see the light in your eyes fading away with each and every single passing day.

You look in the mirror.

But you don't like what you see.

You hide away for fear that they might see.

You say, "I don't want them to see the real me."

I see that your breaking at the seams.

You're starving yourself to death.

You're losing your breath.

Who? You.

You're in pursuit.

You're looking for happiness.

So you're dressing for success, but inside you know you're making a mess.

So outside you're looking for what's next.

So you hit the club to see what the hub's about.

Every night is like a roundabout.

But getting slizzered won't make it go away.

You feel that it's your only getaway.
But baby girl, you know there's a battle for your soul and with all that you'll never end up feeling whole.
So give it to the One who already won it all.

He's the only one who can catch you when you fall.

Instead you hide yourself away in your room.

You turn on the dark music and let it consume you.

Out comes the razor and it doesn't even faze you.

Others think you're insane.

But you're cutting with the intent to ease your pain.

They ignore what they saw.

Pretend like they didn't even see it at all.

But baby girl, He'll heal your hurting heart.

He'll make something beautiful from the pieces torn apart.

But you pour out those pills.

You want to forget what you feel.

You just want to escape, make it all go away.

But everything feels the same after you already went that way.

You live to be high, but they're fighting, knowing the ending

of the story you're already in the midst of writing.

The depression is growing darker.

But your past doesn't determine your future because it wasn't written in marker.

So you contemplate your death, every single last breath.

You feel like your life's a living hell.

So you dwell on the darkness.

On all those you found heartless.

You pick up the gun.

But baby girl, the devil's had his fun.

God's not done with you yet.

So give it to the One who will make you alive again,

paid the debt, and gives the ability to survive again.

You've got a plan.

You've got a purpose.

He is the Only one who can make you stronger.

So baby girl hang on just a little bit longer.