Like a Kite

Longingly I gaze at the sky
As I peek out my window
I feel safe behind my door
But as time passes on
Life is passing me by
Yet something’s pulling deep inside

If I were a kite
That remained indoors
What would be the use
If I never took to flight?

I’m sure there’s something missing
Maybe I lost the key
But I know there is a door
That I must go through
Not later, but now, even in winter or spring
I’ll fly high and let go of the string

I’ll soar on the breeze that carries my name
I’ll rise high and not in vain
At the right time, I’ll know which one’s mine
At the right time, I’ll have peace of mind
Then I will soar
I will soar

by Christina Morley

The Sun Rises

The sun rises across the sky

As people are walking by

Shining on the rich and poor

From desert to sea shore

On every man, woman, and child

From the city to the wild

It rises and then sets again

Each day without end

Telling a tale for all to see

That we aren’t living equally

Perhaps equally we never will

And also without justice ‘till

We speak up for the weak and small

In the daytime and at nightfall

To remain consistent and fair

As our lives are there to share

by Christina Morley

Outside, Under the Sky

Outside

Under the sky

I see the rain falling

In the night

Falling

Shimmering

Pierced by a light

Above my head

Falling

Glimmering

Gently washing my face

Washing it of every trace

Of frustration

And discouragement

Falling

Wet and cool

Refreshing

I lift my head

I lift my hands

In the night

To catch the rain

Within in my sight

Falling

Like tiny diamonds

Presents to my soul

Filling me with peace

And making me whole

Falling

Swirling

Tickling my skin

In the darkness of the night

Standing in the rain

With one single light

Above my head

Outside

Under the sky

Free

by Christina Morley

Our Children

There is no army without formal training,

Equipment, or plan for implementing.

Instead, each soldier knows how to fight

With his weapons in hand, his goal in sight.

Our children are the same; they rely on you and me.

Let’s not send them out as guppies into the sea.

The sharks have teeth and they sure can bite.

The darkness wages war against the light.

Our weapons are not guns, fists, or knives.

They are not for destruction, but are to save lives.

Our weapons are prayer, the Word, and His Spirit.

We have the victory cry, so let them hear it!

by Christina Morley

Prayer for My Home

Let my home be a safe haven
One to be counted among the best
May its walls build hope and its floors mercy
And may its rooms offer peace and rest

May its roof be a symbol of protection
May its ceilings teach us Your ways
And may the gates stand for honor
Together adding joy to our days

by Christina Morley