Contemplating life and things, displaying love.
Lost in this world of sin, fallen,
wanting out… Repenting.

Turning to God,
battling within. Listening to Jesus, now I’m rise out of the cave into the light,
weights lifted,
I have arisen,
Thirsting for God,
a deal for life, smiling.
I have risen to live, Live Life,
I look to the sky,
living the good life.
Life is good,
better then the worlds things. Looking at,
and to the world,
influence sin.
I look to God,
that is life,
that peace,
and the place for me, home is were the heart is.

By Chrissie Christana
© 6.7.21

Poems are gifts,
a gift for the soul,
from the soul.
How great,
and beautiful some poem are.
God bless the soul that write positive poems.
The poetic heart,
the poet.
Good poems are great,
like a flower,
they blossom,
and bloom.
They radiate,
warmth.
Poems,
poems,
poems,
poems are a gift,
to the soul.
From The poet,
to the soul of man.
A positive good poems can make you smile…
they make you laugh.
They make you giggle,
and chuckle like a little child.
Most of all they speak to you,
the words,
and the message how beautiful they are ones truth, the essence of them.
Poems can make you feel good like a song.
Poems are,
is a gift, a gift for your soul.

By Chrissie Christana
© 6.7.21. All rights reserved.

Like a rose you blossom,
your smile unique.
Good enough to eat,
your like chocolate my favorite chocolate,
so sweet.
Like a rose you blossom,
and speak.
You’re my red rose,
special, and unique.

Poem by Chrissie Christana
©5.7.21

Poems are gifts,
a gift for the soul,
from the soul.
How great,
and beautiful some poem are.
God bless the soul that write positive poems.
The poetic heart,
the poet.
Good poems are great,
like a flower,
they blossom,
and bloom.
They radiate,
warmth.
Poems,
poems,
poems,
poems are a gift,
to the soul.
From The poet,
to the soul of man.
A positive good poems can make you smile…
they make you laugh.
They make you giggle,
and chuckle like a little child.
Most of all they speak to you,
the words,
and the message how beautiful they are ones truth, the essence of them.
Poems are,
is a gift, a gift for your soul.

By Chrissie Christana
© 6.7.21. All rights reserved.

Poem Happiness

Happiness…
happiness is what’s happy for you.
it is none specific,
yet spercific.

Happiness like the sunset,
like odd socks.
One persons happiness is not the same as another person’s happiness.

Happiness is personal to you,
just like we’re not the same,
one persons happiness is not the same.

We live,
we laugh,
we dance,
we smile,
we sing,
this is all part of happiness.

What makes one happy,
does not another.
Smelling a flower,
sitting on a grass,
can make a child happy,
and laugh.
Chatting can make one happy,
living can make one happy.
selfcare,
and pampering too.

What’s happiness one ask?
Well….
happiness is from within,
happiness is contentment, stillness from within you from God.

Poem Happiness
By Chrissie Christana
© 4.7.21

Happiness is what’s happy for you,
it is none specific.

Like the sunset,
like odd socks.
One persons happiness,
happiness is not the same.

Just like we,
we are not the same.
one persons happiness,
happiness is not the same.

What makes one happy,
does not another.
Smelling a flower,
sitting on a grass,
can make a child happy,
and laugh.
Chatting can,
can make one happy.

what is happiness one ask? Well….
happiness is from within.

Poem Happiness
By Chrissie Christana
© 4.7.21

Godliness with contentment is great gain. If YOU want to be gain, be Godly, and content.

As I gaze upon your countenance, my heart begins to sour, I see your goodness, I now know, now know, now know, now know the goodness of The Lord, the goodness of The Lord, now I know the goodness of The Lord, the goodness of The Lord, is so real, so fresh, so pure,  my heart warms, the connection so real, amazing HE be, I look to him, I look to the sky, and receive strength from The Lord, connected by the heart, my heart warms, I smile, and do with The Lord, He goodness last for always, He is King, he is Lord, Jesus is his name, loved by many, accepted by many, Jesus, our Lord and saviour. Living the blessed life, with him. Living the good life, glory be to God. Freedom living, through Christ Jesus, our hope is in him, Christ Jesus, The Hope of Glory. Our deliverer, saviour, our strength.

Written by Chrissie Christana

© 29.6.21

As I look to the sky,
and gain strength.
Strength from,
from The Most High,
Most High Father God.

I begin to soar like an eagle,
and fly like a bird.
Free,
freedom regions.
Emancipated by his amazing grace,
I look to the sky and regain my strength.

Rested in his knowledge,
and infinite wisdom,
his love.

I look to The Most high,
and give thanks.
I gain grace,
and strength form The Most High, Father God.

I soar,
I roar.
I rise,
I live.

I’m stronger now,
to The Most High.
Most high Father God in Heaven,
I give the glory.

Spoken Word Poem ” I Look to the sky”
By Chrissie Christana
©29.6.21. All rights reserved.