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Inspirational song lyrics, poetry, & Prose

Index

"I Hope You Dance"
"Don't Quit"
"When the Healing Comes"
The Warrior is a Child
"If I Could"
"The Invitation"
"Is Anything Too Hard For God?"
"Dance"



  "I Hope You Dance"
Song lyrics by Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
Get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love never leave you empty-handed,

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

I hope you dance (dance…)
I hope you dance…

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
And never settle for the path of least resistance,
Livin’ might mean takin' chances, but they’re worth takin',
Lovin’ might be a mistake, but it’s worth makin',

Oh, let some helping heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out, reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

I hope you dance,
I hope you dance,
I hope you dance,
I hope you dance...

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

Dance...
I hope you dance,
I hope you dance...
I hope you dance,
I hope you dance...


  "Don't Quit"

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit ~
Rest if you must, but don't quit.

Success if failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit ~
It's when things go wrong you mustn't quit.


  WHEN THE HEALING COMES...

"There will be warm hearts embracing love, when the healing comes.
When the healing comes there will be renewed hope, and joy, and celebrations,
when healing comes.

There will be victory songs, and laughing, not crying, when healing comes.
There will be friends to embrace, and a life to live, when healing comes.
There will be so much to live for when the healing comes.
The moment we submit ourselves to the battle towards healing, we start to feel. Those feelings can be very overwhelming, and at times we feel no hope, and like ending it all. But those moments of desperation don't last. As the feelings are vented, we start to see the world through new eyes. Eyes that see hope, and love, and freedom for the first time. As survivors in the beginning of healing, freedom seems like an impossible dream, but that only is an illusion. Just like when we hurt, we feel lonely and unloved, when often that is very far from the truth. Each time we allow ourselves to feel the rush of hurt that floods over us, we can get that much closer to healing. Each time we heal even a tiny bit, the beautiful scene our eyes will see, starts to be uncovered. Look beyond the dark clouds, and look to the beautiful plans God has for you.

"For I know the plans I have for you says the Lord, plans to prosper you, for a future and a hope."

Hold tight to that hope of freedom, and hope of a warm tomorrow. If God wanted us to die today, he would have made arrangements. So he wants you to live. What for? Well you may never find out unless you choose to stick around and seek his plan for your life. When I was in college, I started to work through my abuse for the first time. The feelings were more than I thought I could bear. I had been suicidal for years, but the feelings intensified to the point that I made several attempts on my life. I survived them obviously. I wish I understood then, what blessings I would have missed.
I ended up meeting a great guy, marrying, and having three very wonderful little children. As I held each one, I thanked God that he never allowed me to die, when I felt like there was no other way. Now I am here to help other survivors who feel like there is no other way. I couldn't have known that my children would bring me such joy. I was terrified of men, I never could have known how wonderful it would be to be loved unconditionally by my husband. I never would have had the opportunity to feel the love from so many friendships.

I would have missed out on so many blessings that God had pre-ordained. I praise God that I never died. I praise God that you are here reading this now, instead of lying in a cold grave, or looking down from heaven, watching those you love, cry for you. Never getting the chance to see or be so many things. Don't end your life, instead end your pain, by focusing on the end goal, which is freedom, and then set a course that will take you to your goal. That will ensure that you wont have to live in pain for your whole life."



  The Warrior is a Child
- a song by Twila Paris

lately i've been winning battles left and right
but even soldiers can get wounded in the fight
people say that i'm amazing
strong beyond my years
but they don't see inside of me
i'm hiding all the tears
they don't know
that i go running home when i fall down
they don't know
who picks me up when no one is around
i drop my sword and cry for just a while
cuz deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child
Unafraid because his armor is the best
but even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
people say that i'm amazing
never face retreat
but they don't see the enemies
that lay me at his feet
they don't know
that i go running home when i fall down
they don't know
who picks me up when no one is around
i drop my sword and cry for just a while
cuz deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child
oh they don't know
that i go running home when i fall down
they don't know
who picks me up when no one is around
i drop my sword and look up for a smile
cuz deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child


STILL I RISE
Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
you may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


  If I Could
- by Melody

i would gather the world for you, if i could,
if it would give you hope,
and love,
and everything you cry for in the dark.

i would heal your heart,
take your pain on myself,
die for you,
if it would mean that you could live
(i mean really live),
live a life too good to even dream of
- if i could.

if i could,
i would breathe for you,
i would let my heart beat for you,
if it meant that you would not die,
not die without living.

i would give you the strength of a giant,
the health of a god,
if it would mean that you would not
have to fight your physical battles,
if it would mean that you would fight
your inner battles
- and win -
if i could.

i would take you to a special place,
if i could,
where you could look into the mirror
and love the young woman smiling back at you,
and believe in yourself,
and take care of yourself.

i would take you in my arms and hold you forever,
i would fight all your demons for you,
i would give you the life you so desperately deserve,
- if i could, i would.

But I can't.
So I will just cry.
Cry for you,
care for you,
hope for you,
pray for you,
love you.

Because I want to, I can.
Because I can, I do.

May the love around you give you the courage to fly.


  The Invitation
by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
copyright©1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.  
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.  
It doesn't interest me how old you are.  
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.  
I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!  
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.  
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.  
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.  
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.



  Is Anything Too Hard For God?

My child why do you worry, you know that I am near
I'm aware that you are calling me, each prayer   I ALWAYS hear
I promised I'd NEVER leave you, but ALWAYS be by your side
I'm standing here with open arms, and they're open oh so wide
I'm aware of situations, those things you have to face
What you need there's plenty of, my child I give you Grace
My Grace it is sufficient, to carry you right on through
When you're backed right up against the wall, and don't know what to do
My Grace will guide you through the day, when things around seem dark
Through the valleys, through the storms, it will show you how to walk
How to walk VICTORIOUSLY as you go from day to day
Always confident, always sure, that YES I'll make a way
I'll make a way, where there is no way, no matter what men may say
All you have to do my child, is in my presence, always stay
Keep your eyes on me my child, you'll see I'll bring you out
Just don't worry, don't you fear, BELIEVE, remove the doubt
IS THERE ANYTHING TOO HARD, too hard for me to do
The creator of the Universe, the one who created you
I know your thoughts, I know your mind, I know your every need
I hear your cries, I feel your pain, as your case my son does plead
I'm El Shaddai, Almighty One, I'm God, MORE than enough
Power and strength belong to me, this is My friend no bluff
I'll open doors, I'll make a way, I'll step in just IN TIME
I'm waiting here for YOU dear one, in my presence
Come on . . . just climb . . . . .


© 1999 Moments
http://www.reflect-a-moment.com/poems/isanything.htm


  IDENTITY
by Julio Noboa Polanco


Let them be as flowers,
always watered, fed, guarded, admired,
but harnessed to a pot of dirt.

I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,
clinging on cliffs, like an eagle
wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.

To have broken through the surface or stone,
to live, to feel exposed to the madness
of the vast, eternal sky.

To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea,
carrying my soul, my seed, beyond the mountains of time
or into the abyss of the bizarre.

I'd rather be unseen, and if then shunned by everyone,
than to be a pleasant-smelling flower,
growing in clusters in the fertile valley,
where they're praised, handled, and plucked
by greedy, human hands.

I'd rather smell of musty, green stench
than of sweet, fragrant lilac.
If I could stand alone, strong and free,
I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed.


Dance
-by Melody

We are survivors,
But not just survivors.
We are fighters who persevere, who overcome.
We have strength that only comes from surviving the worst of circumstances,
And it gives us the power to do anything and to be anyone we wish to be.
We are like flowers
Once wilted because of the neglect and mistakes of our gardener...
But God noticed us and saw beyond our faded petals.
He took us into His special garden,
Watered us with his tears,
Filled us with the warmth of his Hope and Love.
He brought out the beauty in us that been hidden for so long,
Of no fault of our own,
And we grew.
We grow.
His care and love will always be ours to call our own.
We will never have to feel alone, as orphans, abandoned.
We can be alive, which in itself is a miracle,
And we can dance...

The more we grow,
The more we will heal,
The more we will dance.

And yes, you have already begun to dance.
You are not just a survivor.
You are a dancer.
Never stop dancing.