It's a Long Way Home....

Don't know but this got stuck in my head tonight. It's not my usual writing style. It was more like a song stuck there instead of a poem but I thought I'd write it down anyway.

It's a long way home...


It's a long way home, this journey I'm taking
It's a long way home, this journey I'm on

When I'll get there I don't know, but I'm gonna make it
It's a long way home this journey I'm on

Sometimes the road I follow is dark and lonely
Sometimes it's full of travelers pressing on

It's a long way home, this journey I'm taking
It's a long way home, this journey I'm on

Sometimes I stumble and sometimes I grow weary
But I just stand up and keep moving on

It's a long way home, this journey I'm taking
It's a long way home, this journey I'm on

Rest for the weary and peace for the hurting
walking or running or just strolling along

It's a long way home, this journey I'm taking
It's a long way home, this journey I'm on

I don't know when I'll get there, but I know I'm gonna make it
Cause this journey is something and I'll finish strong.

Words Spill Forth...

Words spill forth on the page
Allowing me to say what I really want to say

The world sees someone I’m really not
Courageous, secure, and strong a lot

I’ve fooled them and maybe myself by wearing this façade
Deep down I’m scared, and afraid, and sometimes I can’t hear God

Put on a smile and make them think I’m fine
While really I’m crying tears of hurt inside

Why do we do this? All wear masks and different faces
Why can’t we be real and look deep inside at real places?

Why do we hide our hurt away
Thinking if we do it will go away someday

Where does the idea come from we always have to be strong
Why can’t we have days were we simply exist and really long

To rest in the arms of our Father’s love and grace
To be cradled close in His warm embrace

It’s okay to need Him and okay to cry
He understands, He had a son that died

God gives us the courage to be real
To show each other how we truly feel

To stop living as if we are someone we’re not
To see the good and bad in the lives we’ve got

To reach out and take His hand
To find the courage to finally stand

To live life real today
Regardless of what the world around us has to say

Grace for the moment that’s all we ask
The ability to complete the task

Authenticity in all of its beauty for your glory
As we each live out our lives and share our own story

Thank you Father and help us to see
That in you we have the ability to simply be

In you we live and move and have our being
Never without hope and always seeing

That while it might not make sense today
You provide for us a perfect way

Your love that guides us in all we do
For in this all glory and honor we give to You

To Be Free...

To be free, truly free
We must be willing to simply be

To look beyond the past and the lies
To open up and let the Lord inside

Longing, dying, crying to be
More then anyone in this world ever sees

Everything pulling me a hundred different ways
So much craziness filling up my days

Dreaming of the way it could be
If I’m willing to look beyond myself and see

All I am, all I could be
Make me free Lord, free to sing

Take my brokenness, my failure and shame
Cover them and make me new by the power of your name

I am more then the world sees
I am more then they want me to be

Flowing grace like water runs down
Washes over me and suddenly I am found

All that was lost isn’t any more
I’ve closed the old and walked through a new door

I chose to be more
No longer for me, but for you Lord

Take me, make me something new
I am different Lord because of You

You are, so I can be
I’ve finally found you and I am free

I am not my own, I belong to You
Make me into who you want to

I will speak with boldness and love
You died for me, gave up your own Son

So I will sing because I am free
I will be who you want me to be

Written April 2007
Kendra Bermosk

Praise

There is praise in the silence, and in the noise
Praise from men and women, girls and boys
There is praise in the laughter and in the tears
There is praise now, and there will be praise for years
There is praise in the beauty all around
Even when there is not even a sound

There is praise in a group
There is praise all alone
There is praise in a church
There is praise in our homes

There is praise with voices lifted high
There is praise with hands raised to the sky
There is praise in tears rolling down
There is praise in knees kneeling on the ground

What is praise, what does that mean
Perhaps more then we ever dreamed
We have put the definition in a box
And in doing so, so much has been lost

We’ve lost the beauty of what it is and made it less
You have to look a specific way, as if praise is in how you dress
You have to do it a certain way, sing a certain song
If you don’t, we’ll tell you you are wrong

Funny really, it’s not even about us
Yet we make such noise and put up such a fuss
Praise is meant to bring God glory
There is so much more to the story

We praise God because He is worthy and deserves our praise
We praise Him because He is the author of all our days
We praise Him because of His amazing love and grace
The praise of the Lord shines on our face

We praise God for His amazing beauty that abounds
When we take a minute to look around
We praise Him for He is greater then all our fears
We praise Him because He truly cares

We praise Him every one of our days
Because He is familiar with all our ways
We praise Him when we love each other
When we care about our sisters and brothers

We praise Him in the helping of another in need
We praise Him when we follow His lead
We praise Him when we are who He created us to be
We praise Him when we give Him all the glory

We praise Him when we take time to pray
When we forget the big words and simply say
What love we feel for our Savior and friend
We praise Him because He’s with us till the very end
And in everything we give thanks and praise
Because when it’s all said and done and we’ve lived our last days
We will spend eternity praising Him with all we are and ever could be
And that my friends will be the most amazing praise we will ever see


Written by: Kendra Bermosk
2007

Life and Beauty

Life and Beauty

What is and what will be
Is never as it seems

Running, spinning, crying, laughing
Turning, being, sighing, gasping

Where to, where from , what for
In one way then out the other door

Crazy chaotic beautiful life
Beauty in the midst of strife

Love and grace flowing down
What is good and great all around

Color flowing crashing
Dipping, turning, slowly passing

Green, red, blue, yellow, white
Merging into one magnificent sight

Life is and that is the beauty to me
Being what you are for the world to see

Breaking free from the mold
Refusing to be bought, bartered or sold

Standing firm convictions strong
Knowing the difference, choosing right over wrong

Skipping, jumping, running, soaring
Life is never still or boring

All that is good and all that is right
Keeping these things within my sight

Always believing and having faith
God’s got it all under control and is holding me safe

I was born for this moment, alive for such a time as this
Not a single moment of life to waste or miss

Live, really live today
Regardless of what others around you have to say


Rest in the simplicity of simply being
Looking around and always seeing

Life is more then what we know and see
We live with eyes on God and the promise of eternity

So create, smile, be free
Dance, love, laugh with glee

Life is good, it’s right
The future is looking alive and bright

Thank you God for a glimpse of your glory
May my life tell your story

May I create as you’ve created me
So the world will know and always see

You are the one I do it all for
Nothing less and nothing more

I love you, I commit my life to living for you today
Praise be to God, and all the people say

Amen

Written by: Kendra Bermosk
July 16, 2008

Speed of Life

The Speed of Life

What is the speed of life, how fast does it go
To one it flashes by, to one it seems so slow

To the one fighting simply to survive and live another day
Do they measure the speed of life in the exact same way

As the one living on borrowed time waiting to die
Living life to the fullest, wishing time didn't fly by

What about the one so busy they barley have time to think
Everyday feeling like they are drowning as they slowly sink

Farther and farther into despair
Just to climb the ladder of success and get their fair share

How do you measure the speed of life and what it's worth
By it's moments of joy, happiness, and mirth

Babies born, kids growing up, discoveries being made helping others to see
What they are and all that they can be

Or do you measure the speed of life by those who are wishing they were somewhere else, living in dispear
Hoping one more day will bring about change, lead past the bitterness and they will end up somewhere other than here

Or is the speed of life measured in ordinary every day moments being lived each day
In the big and small acts of kindness, in the words people say

To each other, to a stranger passing by needing help in some way
Doing something out of the ordinary to brighten someones day

So how do you measure the speed of life, by how fast or how slow
Maybe it changes as we live and as we grow

As we go through different stages and different things
Maybe it looks different, maybe that changes what it means

I pray whatever it is I never forget to see
How special each moment is and what it can be

Let us live not taking anything for granted, not wasting any day
That is my hope for each of us, that is what I pray

May we make each moment count, take time to see the beauty, speak a word of hope into someones life and pray
Then the speed of life won't be determined by how fast or slow it goes by each day

The speed of Life will be meaured by moments that count, moments of love, laughter, tears, and pain
Wonderful special moments repeated again and again and again.

Mirror, Mirror are you broken?

Often I write my poetry out of a place I have been or am at, but sometimes I write out of a place I have seen others or imagine they must feel. Sometimes it's a combination of both. In my life I seen so many women (actually I know very few if any that don't) struggle with feeling beautiful and worthy of being loved all the time. There are moments they feel beautiful and moments you understand you are worthy, but unfortunatley I have seen to many times when women go searching for beauty and worth in something else, be it a guy and relationship....or material things. It breaks my heart that they don't see how beautiful they are because they were created by a Master Creator. Sadly....I understand these feelings because I deal with them to.....so this poem is for every woman that feels unpretty and unworthy and not enough....I'd like you to know you are beautiful and worthy and enough.....and amazingly loved. God wants you to know that....and I do too!

Mirror, Mirror …are you broken?

One more day, wake up and look in the mirror
Hoping that somehow all your scars and flaws will have disappeared

Longing to look different then what you do
That somehow over night you became a new you

Each face is different staring back through the reflection of the mirror
But each one is waiting for that “something” to appear

The thing that will make them feel enough
But it’s not more money or even more stuff

She hears a voice within her say: If beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that’s true
How could anyone ever truly see beauty in someone like you

Everyday you look is one more reminder of what you lack
Days of innocence… how you’d like them back

When you were a kid and all you saw was beauty and good
Back then was the time when you truly understood

Beauty isn’t in what you wear
Or how you choose to style your hair

Beauty isn’t in the color you paint your face
Or the mistakes you’ve made that you try to erase

Beauty isn’t in being strong and needing no one else
And it’s not in driving the right car or owning the perfect house

Beauty isn’t found in what you do
It’s not found in purses, or jewelry or even your shoes

Beauty isn’t killing yourself to look a certain size
Beauty isn’t something you can put on or buy

But each one of us lives with this crazy expectation that we need to be a certain way
In order for each of us to really be okay

We look in the mirror and see what we’re lacking
And we go back to tracking our food or constant snacking

We buy the self help books and watch on t.v.
To see what that one “thing” is that will help us to be

Someone worth loving, someone worth keeping
But deep inside we are all just silently weeping

We can’t play the game every day
We can’t always act like it’s all okay

So we go home and close the door and look in the mirror
And as we do so you can see each one of the sorrowful tears

When did we lose the idea of what beauty truly is
It comes in the knowledge that we are His

God looks at us and sees our beauty within and without
He tells us what true beauty is all about

Our worth isn’t based on who we are or who we are not
How would are lives be different if that’s something we truly got

Our beauty runs deeper than what you can see
It’s starts on the inside of you and me

Our beauty stems from a place deep within
A place some of us should look at and have never been

Beauty is in loving one another
Helping our sisters and our brothers

Beauty is in listening to what others have to say
And doing something special to make their day

Beauty is in a word of encouragement, a loving smile
Spending time with each other, loving well

Beauty is in showing love and grace
To one that is walking in a really rough place

Beauty is realizing we are children of the King
And what that realization really does mean

We don’t have to try so hard to look a certain way
The price of our salvation has already been paid

Because of God’s sacrifice and unconditional love
Because He gave it all, didn’t even spare the life of His son

Our worth comes because we are His own creation, formed by His own hand
Because of that we are worth more then we can ever understand

Our worth is immeasurable
we are each unique and irreplaceable

So stop trying so hard beautiful one
Your beauty is something that doesn’t have to be won

Rest in the knowledge God’s grace makes you shine
You are amazing and one of a kind

Stand tall and proud when you look in the mirror
Hold you head high, no reason to despair

The mirror is a reflection of Your Fathers face
It’s a reflection of His love and grace

You are beautiful on the inside and out
That’s what beauty is all about

Don’t hide your beauty behind superficial things
Hold your head high, know what it means

Spread beauty around as you go
Then everyone will finally be able to know

And maybe we each won’t have to try so hard when we look in the mirror
We’ll see a reflection of the beauty that is already there.

By: Kendra Bermosk
January 2009