I Am Nichole Nordeman Pencil marks on a wall, I… May 18, 2006

I Am
Nichole Nordeman

Pencil marks on a wall, I wasn’t always this tall
You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed
You watched my team win
You watched my team lose
Watched when my bicycle went down again
And when I was weak, unable to speak
Still I could call You by name
And I said, Elbow Healer, Superhero
Come if You can
You said, I Am

Only sixteen, life is so mean
What kind of curfew is at 10pm?
You saw my mistakes
And watched my heart break
Heard when I swore I’d never love again
And when I was weak, unable to speak
Still I could call You by name
And I said Heartache Healer, Secret Keeper
Be my best friend
And you said, I Am

You saw me wear white by pale candlelight
I said forever to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much it might seem when it is 2am
And when I am weak, unable to speak
Still I will call You by name
Shepherd, Savior, Pasture Maker
Hold onto my hand
You say, I Am

The winds of change and circumstance blow in and all around us
So we find a foothold that’s familiar
And bless the moments that we feel You nearer

When life had begun, I was woven and spun
You let the angels dance around the throne
And who can say when, but they’ll dance again
When I am free and finally headed home
I will be weak, unable to speak
Still I will call You by name
Creator, Maker, Life Sustainer
Comforter, Healer, my Redeemer
Lord and King, Beginning and the End

I Am
Yes, I Am

Plain and Simple May 6, 2006

A good friend once told me that “Simplicity is Beauty.” I replied, “I define beauty.” hehehe. I do love colors, specially loud ones. It makes my life fun and energetic. But these days, the artist in me seems to be growing up. With the events that happend these passed months my colorful life seemed to be colorless. But who knows what the Great Painter is up to. All I know is that someday I might look at this colorless stage a very important one…it complimented the colorful work of art into a beautiful masterpiece.

grabe May 5, 2006

meron talagang mga sinulat mo nung unang panahon na hanggang ngayon pagbinabasa mo nandun pa din yung same feeling ng “na-iiyak-ka-na-di-mo-ma-intindihan” habang sinusulat mo ito ‘no.

 

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ang makulit pa, mas na-iyak ako sa mga comments. *bugtung hininga*