I Am Here

Why do you hurt me; when all I did was be there?
Tried to comfort and lift-up; tried to let you see with your own eyes.
Yet somehow; despite all the effort;
despite the roads and bridges, with my own hands I built for you.
Not for me; oh please won't you see.
It was all for you.
My vain attempt to show you.
Kindness, love and the truth.
Yet you beat me with whips.
Thorns you push into my flesh.
This cross I bear.
Don't you realize it is yours?
But despite the constant pain you inflict.
This weight of yours I choose to bear.
Forever!
That is how long I will love you.
Till the end is come.
That is how long I will try to reach you, and bring you near.
~Willow



This evening as I sat down to write. The image I intended to display was much different then the result of my flowing thoughts. I intended to complain, to be upset with the burden I have bore for so many with nothing in return. It hurts, to be honest. Feeling all on your own and forgotten. But just as he always does, a message was sent to me. As I wrote the words to this poem, the pain I feel, the heartache caused from caring so much for those that only seem to push me down, and my desire to be shown a love I wonder if I'll ever know. I realized one very important thing. Although it is hard and at times I want to give up. As you can clearly see from the words recorded by my pen. This burden I feel was not mine first. I am merely walking a path that was laid out before me long ago by the feet of another. And now, even though, this burden I still feel. I know that I am not carrying it alone. For He told me it was true.

As my last comments on this I wish to share my desire with you. I pray that this poem spreads. Like a wild fire, igniting something within each tree that it encounters. I thank any and all that share this with another. And am grateful for the timing of this reminder. I pray that the Lord use these words as this Easter weekend approaches to touch hearts around the world, bringing some closer and bringing new brothers and sisters to him for the first time.

Thanks once again for your support regardless of how large or how small.
Willow Marks

What Is It You Truly Fear?

Why do I disguise what truly lies within?
What has become of this mission I lead?
Are you really that naive?
Believing only what you see?
The depths are unfathomable.
My lips are sealed to what my eyes have witnessed.
Asking only to find the corresponding rhythm to this beat from inside.
Where can it be found?
Not here, Not there.
I've searched most everywhere.
Alas the mystery remains.
Charred embers soon will be all that is to be found.
Disappearing evidence of a hope once held dear.
What is it that you truly fear?

Call Me Crazy, But Maybe That's My Lot

My voice cracks with the repeated warnings.
All along realizing that deaf ears they would fall upon.
This calling I did not choose.
Even still I must profess.
Ridicule if you must.
Nonetheless it is you that is deceived.
Lying to yourself.
Pretending that you don't know the truth.
Living in a world of mist and steam.
Grabbing hold, only of the temporary.
But can't you see.
The veil you put on.
It can be lifted, removed, discarded.
With clear vision, what was hidden will be seen.
I plead, before it is too late.
Despite all your attempts to cover-up, lock away, and deny.
The Truth will always remain.
Waiting for you to come in search of.
Wanting nothing more than to give you clarity.
Nonetheless deaf ears will this too fall upon.
~Willow