Her name.

How glorious is the princess within her chambers.
All her garments are interwoven with gold.

Princess.
You are lovely.
Protected.
True.

One of grace.
Compassionate.
Fierce.
Merciful.

Soft hands.
Strong heart.
Dedicated.
Just.

The king is enthralled by your beauty.

Oct. 23, 2005

What is your dance?

I dedicate this link to Jennie Turton and Elyse DeGrazier and all the girls in my small group as well as Laura Ennis (who I danced crazily with in the kitchen last night) who I pray will forever have the faith, hope, and love to dance through life with much grace!

http://music.yahoo.com/vid-2152420--I-Hope-You-Dance

Go to:

Music videos
My videos
Type "I Hope You Dance" in the box that says video search
Click "go"
Click on the link at bottom that says "I Hope You Dance" to watch the video.
There will be a couple of quick 30 second commercials and then the video!

White

Innocence
In an age of fraud.
Of passing to maturity
Before one’s time.

Child of Light.
There is no need to go.
No need to hide.
You are radiant in your brightness.

Casting warmth.
Dispelling fear.
Encouraging growth.
You are mine to behold.

Silent and knowing

Your eyes invite

Me

To know you.

You are a sight to behold.
Standing in the moonlight
With glory in your eyes
The starlight in your hair.

You give me your life.
I give you mine.
One passion.
One heart. Fair.

Time has stilled for us tonight.
Let us then be filled with light
From glowing embers
Hot and white.

Undone.
Let me rest with you
Till morning.
One.

My dear.

the heart

Well, how can I tell what I only hope to know?
How can I taste what my eyes refuse to see?
How can I let myself trust what I don’t rely on?
The heart? The deceitful heart.

You say a heart redeemed can counsel in the night.
But how far redeemed can it be to be perfectly right?
I know my heart deceives me and so I do not trust.
The heart. The hopeful, hopeful heart.

Is this wrong? Too protective? To guard the wellspring of life?
How does one remain open and vulnerable while guarding this well?
Is it a picket fence instead of the grand cement wall
That encumbers me.

I remember that there was a door.
They said their sister was not a wall anymore.
But a door that at the correct time could be opened.
And thus it is so.

My heart is a door. So opened or closed.
Swinging shut for protection or open for air.
Sunshine is welcome, but the elements protected
From the sweet, underlying hopeful, counseling, redeemed deceitful heart.

2005 Sarah Weichhand

Armor of Mine

Truly, truly I say unto you...unless a kernal of wheat die, it can never produce fruit....

Armor of mine.
Protective Barrier,
Keep out the elements.
Protect my insides.

Jesus save me. Only You.
Change me.
Form me from the inside out.
Let the tomb of bright expression
Press into the sunlight
As the darkness longs for You.
And I long too.