Here are some of my favorite poems and quotes, as well as some of my own.

Bound No More

I hear the chains falling,
Falling onto the ground.
I hear my God, His voice is calling,
I once was lost but now I’m found.

I hear the chains falling,
There is freedom from my sin.
I hear my God, His voice is calling,
Telling me it doesn’t matter where I’ve been.

I hear the chains falling,
No longer afraid to leave the safety of the shore.
I hear the Lord, His voice is calling.
You’re set free, delivered, reborn.

I hear the chains falling,
I’m going deeper than before
I hear my Lord, He is calling,
You’re the one that I adore

I hear the chains falling,
Falling off my feet and hands
I hear my Lord, He is calling,
Saying it is time to take a stand.

I hear the chains falling,
No longer held in captivity.
I hear my Father, his voice is calling,
Dance my child, you are free.

© Leah Jacobsen

Intelligence plus character is the goal of true education,
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

J.R.R. Tolkein

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words,  -Robert Frost

Unhindered

I want to be unhindered
The choice is mine
To reach out to the dying
Or leave them behind

Unhindered and fighting
Heading toward the mark
Unmovable and unshakeable
Pressing on through the dark

Unhindered I stand
Unwilling to Let go
The idea of freedom
And a defeated foe

Fighting against a capture
He wants to take the prize
To defeat the chosen
And put blinders on their eyes

Unhindered we stand
To fight one more fight
To share the gospel
And shine the undying light

Lord,  help me live unhindered
Help us listen to your call
Entering  into the quiet place
Forsaking it all

© Leah Jacobsen

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent,
-Eleanor Roosevelt