Everything Real
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Come To Me
Come to me, my child.
I love you this much.
Each day I call your name
Hoping your heart it will touch.
You never seem to listen;
You never seem to heed.
I want you out of love,
Not out of greed.
I gave you this life;
I let you breathe that breath.
I am stretching out my arms,
Now you have to do the rest.
It is not hard to come to me;
I have told you all of this before.
It is not hard to love me;
I am knocking at your heart's door.
People hate me, they call me names,
But I do not care because I want you;
I am not looking for fame.
I gave up my own life just to be with you;
Oh, my child, if you only knew.
They broke my skin,
They hung me on that tree.
Yes, I could have gotten off;
I could have been set free.
It was love for you, my child,
That held me up there so long.
Do you understand now?
How can you do so wrong?
Do you feel that?
That is me touching your heart.
Are you afraid to love me,
Or are you just afraid to be set apart?
Please, my child, I make this world go around;
I make the sky turn blue.
I can make all of your tears go away,
And I can make a believer out of you.
You have been hurt so many times,
I know exactly how you feel.
Believe it or not, I have felt your pain;
That is not a figure of speech, my child, I'm being for real.
Come to me now.
You know you are not promised tomorrow.
I may never convict you again;
Your life should have less sorrow.
I will give you peace
And take away your pain.
When you serve me,
There is so much more that you can gain.
Before it is too late,
I hope you realize,
I love you so much,
And that is no lie.
There is nothing for you that I would not do,
And I just want you to know
How much I love you.
With Love,
Jesus Christ
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About the Book
Everything Real is a book of poems packed with real-life experiences of a young girl growing up and finding her way to the loving arms of God. The poems speak of times of hardships to times of joy. Everyone, young and old alike, can gather inspiration from such a book.
Must Have Meant Something to Me
I walked into a place of darkness,
Full of guilt and shame.;
It seemed like every time I tried to serve the Lord.
The devil screamed my name.;
I asked the Lord what He wanted with me.
After all, who was I?
The Lord answered me and said,
“You are the apple of my eye.”
Jesus reminded me of the time in the Bible
When He calmed the sea.
Jesus called my name
And told me all He had done for me.
As unworthy as I think I am,
He disagrees persistently.
He says, “I died on the cross for you,
So you must have meant something to Me.”
About the Author
I am Amanda Lynn Ives. I’m a 28-year old native of Cumming, Georgia. I have been writing poetry since I was eleven years old. My great- grandmother was a big inspiration to me. Every day she wrote in her journal. She kept up with everything. It is amazing really. Even though she has went on to be with Jesus, it is like I am still visiting her when I get lost in her books. I have always been interested in artsy things, such as writing, singing, sewing/crocheting, and music. I like the idea of leaving something behind that came from the heart of me. My poems are a big part of that, in my opinion.
It’s amazing to be able to go back to something that I wrote sixteen years ago. It’s funny to me to read the poems that I wrote when I was eleven compared to the ones that I write now. What a big difference. It’s like watching my own self grow right before my eyes.
My poems are about love, life, and God, who makes love and life possible. I hope my poetry can help and encourage people. Just because it feels like it, we are never alone.
God Bless,
Amanda Ives