A Pool of Tears
My heart is falling apart
As I am sitting here,
And now I feel something rolling down my cheek,
It's nothing but another tear.


The pictures are sitting there,
More dust collecting every day,
My heart belonged to those illustrated,
When it was only meant to be taken away.


The thoughts of when I was happy
Come to my mind once more,
But all they ever do,
Is make me wanna hate those I actually adore.


People shoot insults at me,
While I try dodging them with much fear,
But it hits me right in the heart,
Like a painful and deadly spear.


I'm now going under,
Sitting here,
Dying slowly,
I'm drowning in my own tears.


For what will make this pain go away?
Will anything save me?
The only answer I know is the son of God,
C-H-R-I-S-T


I try to lift my head up,
Straining to look Him in the eyes,
But His glory is too powerful,
And in happiness I begin to cry.


My fears have been washed away now,
Not in my tears but in His,
I can hold my head up high,
What an awesome feeling it is.


I have nothing to be hurt about any longer,
Nothing but the sorrow I have for those without Him,
Praying for one day the devil will be destroyed,
And no more will follow in sin.


And the pain,
Once tearing at my heart,
Is now used as proof
That with the Lord a new life will start.


~Rebecca Anne Hicks November 30th, 2001

I'm Human
~I've hurt many people with the things I say, I know my persistence in trying to get to know someone has turned them away for I lack not giving people enough space, but I'm human, and humans need attention and love back.


~I might not be as wise as the three wise men, or have the courage of Jesus to stand up for what I believe in 100% of the time, but I'm human, and humans have flaws in their personalities.


~I might not be perfect, but who is?


~Have you tried walking on water lately?


~I know who I am.


~I am a young adult, a sister, a daughter, and a friend.


~I love the Lord.


~I'm human and I'm Rebecca Hicks.

Mid-November 2001

Turning His Cheek Saved the World
In the Bible it says,
To turn the other cheek,
But what does that really mean?
To never stand up and speak?


I've been through many trials,
In these past years,
A lot of them have been hard,
Causing uncountable tears.


For some reason I always let people,
Walk all over me,
But I thought it was right,
Even if it caused me to bleed.


Aren't I supposed to be forgiving,
Unconditionally?
Even though it might result,
In a lot of pain for me?


I'm tired of being used as a mat,
For people to wipe their feet on,
But I will stand the dirt,
And will hold people up till I'm gone.


I'm in a difficult position,
To decide whether I should be strong or not,
But I'll do anything I can,
And be obedient with what I've got.


So if you ever need someone,
To guide your steps and hold your hand,
I'll be here to take all of your troubles,
And I'll help you grasp this land.


Like the Lord I will be here for you,
To always talk to and tell me your fears,
I will comfort you and take it in,
And as your friend I will help you with your tears.


So I guess turning the other cheek,
And always listening does have its good side,
Because the world was saved and we're all living,
When a strong man turned the other cheek and died.


~Rebecca Hicks January 25th, 2002

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