Colin Nunn » Uncategorized http://col.nunnone.com I Like Writing Sun, 20 Sep 2009 12:30:32 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 en hourly 1 http://col.nunnone.com/2009/09/20/19/ http://col.nunnone.com/2009/09/20/19/#comments Sun, 20 Sep 2009 12:28:13 +0000 Col Nunn http://col.nunnone.com/?p=19 Not Valentine

Valentines are for the young, the foolish and the shallow.
True romantic love is much more than flowers;
It is being there for each other;
It is commitment no matter what;
It is caring.
It sets an example of kindness;
It does not wait for love to be returned;
Rather, it lavishes itself so that
It’s object is enriched, and in turn,
It too seeks expression in love
Toward others.

I am self-centred and weak.
Therefore to love is a struggle.
But the worthiness of she who needs to be loved
Produces resolve, and strong desire
To commit unto costly fidelity.
She is worthy;
For she is an example of kindness;
She loves as the expression of her heart,
And that lavished love,
Enriches my life, and as a consequence,
I desire to reciprocate that love,
And bless her in return.

My love is a great joy.
My love is a warm heart.
She is comforting arms and cheering company.
she is fun and friendliness.
She is common-sense and steadiness with
Physical beauty.
My love teaches me kindness,
And natural consideration toward others
As typical and normal.
As I watch, I learn and am enriched
By who and what she is:
My Love; My Treasure.

]]> http://col.nunnone.com/2009/09/20/19/feed/ 0 The End of Struggle http://col.nunnone.com/2009/07/10/the-end-of-struggle/ http://col.nunnone.com/2009/07/10/the-end-of-struggle/#comments Fri, 10 Jul 2009 11:59:04 +0000 Col Nunn http://col.nunnone.com/2009/07/10/the-end-of-struggle/ A struggle is this Christian way,
From morning to the end of day,
For I am only sinful clay.

Hard, and endless is the fight,
Only darkness only night,
Where is the promise of the light?

The tempter digs his talons deep,
Hinders me on slope so steep,
A leper, I must wail and weep.

But wait there is a promise sweet,
Jesus the Son will guide my feet,
To walk the the straight and earnest street.

He has given all I need,
For me He came to die and bleed,
For me, a bruised and wilting reed,

His death by faith to me ensures,
A hope that constantly endures,
My sin sick soul in love He cures.

The death He suffered on the cross,
Produced for me the final loss
Of all my evil, all my dross.

No more do I bewail my fate,
His power to change and heal are great;
I live in Holy Spirit state.

Thank you my God for saving grace,
That lifts me to a higher place,
Where I can look upon your face.

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