April Humason

I'll be your Knight in shining light,
When shadows fall and fears ignite.
When doors feel closed and hope feels thin,
I stand beside you — I will win.
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Long ago, a love was planted in dust,
A shepherd's heart tied to gentle trust,
Fourteen years turned to tears and toil,
Waiting for the promise resting in soil.
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In the land of painted smiles, hearts quietly ache,
Connections fracture, fragile bonds break.
Loneliness settles like cold night air,
As borrowed joy fades, leaving emptiness there.
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The wind of lust crossed sacred ground,
A restless crown, a faithless sound.
A loyal heart stood far away,
While hidden eyes began to stray.
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I think of waves before they break,
A silver hush the waters make.
I think of creatures gliding free,
Dancing beneath the open sea.
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My life, a dormant volcano, lies in wait,
Beneath the surface, emotions accumulate.
I try to flee from the molten heat,
But it engulfs me, my heart's defeat.
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In whispered prayers, let me be the cherry
Resting gently upon Your tree.
A fragile heart, learning You're near me,
Safe in what You see in me.
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Come, quiet soul, into the light,
Where shadows wrestle day and night.
Not to own, not to devour,
But to understand the weight of power.
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Once you stood like a king of stone,
A crown of dust, a borrowed throne.
You used my pain as steps to climb,
But your reign was built on borrowed time.
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Love's transformation to hate, a somber embrace,
Loneliness, my constant mate, in this desolate space.
In this hellish wait, my heart's heavy weight,
Till death's arrival, sealing my fate.
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The sun will rise on a softer dawn,
And without your shadow, I move on.
No longer held by what went wrong,
I loose the chains that kept me drawn.
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Upon the rolling hills I stand,
A journey laid out, as if by hand.
They may be small, one by one,
But together, a race to be won.
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I am dark, yet I am lovely,
Not hidden, not broken, not wrong.
Not shaped by the whispers of others,
But formed by a divine song.
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I am the rib, created from his side,
Formed by God's hands, where love resides.
A part of Adam, yet curvy and free,
Fashioned from flesh, mated in perfection, you see.
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I was formed from the dust of the ground,
Shaped by hands where Heaven is found.
Not born of woman, not touched by breath,
Until God Himself filled my chest.
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Don't let the shadow of the dragon move you.
It bends beside what God has made—
a hollow echo of His light,
but never alive.
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You had my heart spinning in the night,
Drawn by a shimmer mistaken for light.
I felt the pull like a storming sea,
Thinking your fire was meant for me.
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You're the healing balm my spirit needs,
A love that lifts, restores, and intercedes,
The Great Physician who gently sees
Every wound my soul conceals.
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Once I danced too close to coiled deception,
Mistook the hiss for gentle affection,
Wrapped in words that felt like protection,
But honeyed poison filled the air.
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Before there were names for pain or fear,
Before the fall, before the tear,
God breathed a love into the dust,
And shaped two souls from sacred trust.
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