This is a song I wrote in memory of my friend Gatlin.

This is a poem I wrote for the girl I sponsor through Christian Relief Fund, Lavin.

7-5-10

A poem I originally wrote for my friend Ali... but also for every girl out there who is looking for a guy who is willing to save himself for his future wife.  I hope you like it too.

My newest song... due to appear on YouTube in some days.

Flawed

I sit inside and stare at my reflection in the mirror:
Average hair, average clothes.
Why God made me, heaven knows.
How come every other girl is prettier than me?
People say that outer beauty doesn't really matter.
Thick or thin, short or tall,
Why do some girls have it all?
I just wish I could be prettier than me.

I know God made my heart,
And He knows every thought.
He created me with His special plan.
I am cradled in His arms,
Even when I feel alone,
And I suppose I should see what He sees.
He sees a pure child of God, beauty.

I can't help but criticize that girl in the mirror.
Counting every imperfection,
I see just a flawed reflection.
It is hard not to care what people think.
I try my best to grow into the girl that He created.
Godly life, friendly words,
It's not about a name brand shirt.
Is my style what brings glory to His Name?

I know God made my heart,
And He knows every thought.
He created me with His special plan.
I am cradled in His arms,
Even when I feel alone,
And I suppose I should see what He sees.
He sees a pure child of God, beauty.

And I will spend more time on my heart,
Than judging that girl in the mirror.
And I will shine Christ's love through my life,
Instead of living with self doubt and fear.

I know God made my heart,
And He knows every thought.
He created me with His special plan.
I am cradled in His arms,
Even when I feel alone,
And I suppose I should see what He sees.
He sees a pure child of God, beauty.
And even when I don't like what I see,
I am a pure child of God, beauty.

July 30, 2010
Emily Whelchel

The Dreamer

Reading a story in the dead of the night,
Hiding under her covers with a flashlight,
The little girl learns about legends of old-
Of exciting folktales a young girl should know-
Until thoughts begin to float to faraway times.
She falls into dreamland- the clock gently chimes.
She's a joyful part of the battles and fame,
And through many adventures, she earns a name-
The Princess of Dreams, Fine Lady of Stories.
The girl fights off monsters and enters the glory.
She rides a white horse and wears a gold crown,
And soars through the sky as the sun shines down.
She meets a good prince and she marries him too,
And she governs a kingdom in love and in truth,
But as the girl fights the battles that play in her head,
Her mother checks and finds her untucked in bed.
She laughs, "That silly girl at last fell asleep."
And she tucks the child in and kisses her cheek.

By Emily Whelchel
1-9-09

A song/poem I wrote a few weeks ago when I was riding in the car.  It came to me all of a sudden.  What do you think? 

I was searching through old poems today and found these two little pieces I wrote in early 2002 when I was nine.

Happy Mother's Day

I'm glad you're my mom.
You have an amazing style.
You're also nice,
And you have a great smile.

You tuck me in at night.
You give great hugs.
When Luke makes a mess,
You vacuum the rugs.

Your voice is like a bell,
Chiming, so great!
Another good thing is
You let me stay up late.

Those are only some reasons,
That's why you're so fun.
After we snuggle,
The day's finally done.


Someone Little

Someone little found your love
Mixed up in the flowers.
That little one stares it it
For hours and hours.

Someone little found your care,
Found a little everywhere.
Your love for them might be mild,
But that someone little is your child.

Sisters

Our eyes are like skies filled with diamonds
And thousands of pixie dust stars.
Our feet in the sand, faces to the sky,
While the beach lies sleepy and warm.

And the trees sway about us like dancers,
In a breeze that is soothing and sweet.
We splash about in the gentle, white waves,
Spinning in white dresses and bare feet.

The moon casts pale shadows all 'round us,
And the soft light shines on our hair.
We giggle and twirl, only two little girls,
Dancing, laughing, without any cares.

We fall onto a pillow-white seashore,
And listen to the ocean's deep whisper.
We're young; we're amazed by the little things.
Two best friends; we are two little sisters.

Emily Whelchel
5-6-10

This is a song I wrote when I was fourteen years old.  One of my first attempts at songwriting, so be gentle!

In A Million Years

Can't He see me? I'm trying to trust Him, but it's so hard.
All this death, Lord. If You love us, then why do we die?
I'm so frightened
When I see the world crashing
Down and down and down.
Tell me, Lord,
If I give myself to You,
Will I live after I die?

In a million years, I'll be alive.
In a million years, my heart will thrive,
And I'll be laughing, dancing, singing,
To the One King of all times.
In a million years, I'll see the day.
In a million years, I will still pray.
And He will love me,
And He will care,
And I'll be laughing.

I feel His peace when others start to cry.
I know He'll care for me.
I know I'm not alone.  I simply smile
When I see my world crashing
Down and down and down.
I know I've got it.
I will live. I will live and never die.

In a million years, I'll be alive.
In a million years, my heart will thrive,
And I'll be laughing, dancing, singing
To the One King of all times.
In a million years, I'll see the day.
In a million years, I will still pray.
And He'll still love me.
And He'll still care.
And I'll be dancing.

I don't know everything God has planned for me.
How can I, really?
I'm a person and God is God.
So let's keep living
Until the world comes crashing
Down and down and down.
I know the Lord would never let me die.
He holds me tight within His heart.

In a million years, I'll be alive.
In a million years, my heart will thrive.
And I'll be laughing, dancing, singing
To the One King of all times.
In a million years, I'll see the day.
In a million years, I will still pray.
And I will love Him.
And I will care.
And I'll be singing.

How can this be that He set me free?
That I am alive for the One who created me?

In a million years, I'll be alive.
In a million years, my heart will thrive.
And I'll be laughing, dancing, singing
To the One King of all times.
In a million years, I'll see the day.
In a million years, I will still pray.
And I'll be happy.
And I will live.
And I'll be praising.

 

To the Hopefuls-

To all of you hopefuls, to you boys out there,
Who have been dreaming of asking me out,
This poem is a warning, a friendly "beware!"
You don't know what you're talking about.

See, I'm very picky.  It takes quite a lot
For a boy to win my affections.
You may be the right guy... but probably not.
Please know I have high expectations. 

I don't want to sound uppity, snooty, or mean,
But I feel like I should tell the truth.
I'm not in a great hurry.  I'm just seventeen!
There is still so much time left to choose.

I've liked guys before. You may have a chance.
I'm flattered.  You're so very kind-- but--
If you're trying to find a way into my pants,
Then you have the wrong girl in mind.

I know that God has great things in store,
And if you are the right guy, you'll see!
We can always be friends,  but if you want more,
You must be seeking Him to find me.

Emily Whelchel
4-28-10

This was a joke in many ways, but... girls who feel this way as well, here is our anthem. :)  What do you think?

Hey guys, I'm not going to be posting a weekly secular artist review today.  I know, I know, and I'm sorry.  It's the end of the school year and I've been cramming, cramming, cramming for too many things... but I'm not going to leave today empty.  I wrote a song this last week called Show Me Beauty.  I will soon record it and put it on my YouTube channel for everyone to hear, but I'm going to give you a sneak peek, so here are the lyrics. 


Do you like it?  Leave your comments below... and be sure to check out my channel over the next week because I will be posting the song soon.