Dreaming With a Pen

Christian fantasy author and poet Brianna Chiles here! Take a peek at my ideas and my funny, religious or everyday poems. Visit my author blog through here! I might occasionally post a sketch I made. I would appreciate constructive tips on how I can improve my drawing or writing.

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Mine (song rewrite)

By: Brianna Chiles

March 19, 2022

(Verse 1)

I say you are precious, you’re My child

Emerald, opal, diamond, you’re a prize 

To the hills you always lift your eyes

I just had to let you know you’re Mine

(Chorus)

Hands that are mighty, that will always be there in time

Never say never, even if there’s nothing in sight

Just pray to me, taste and see goodness from Me

You’re Mine!

I’ll never look away

You just gotta pray!

(Verse 2)

You I summoned, you I will enlive

Blessings coming down so that you might thrive

Girl, anything that you do, I am always by your side

I just made you a part of the vine

 (Bridge)

Runnin’ circles round My mind

You have chosen life when you drink the living wine

Tongues of fire

Now a part of the Messiah

My love is exceptional

You’ve become the bride, you’re Mine!

(Chorus)

Hands that are mighty, that will always be there in time

Never say never, even if there’s nothing in sight

Just pray to me, taste and see goodness from Me

You’re Mine!

I’ll never look away

You just gotta pray!

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Set Fire to the Rain (song rewrite)

By: Brianna Chiles

3/20/22

(Verse 1)

I let it fall on my heart

And as it fell He told me “Claim it”

Now the sin, it is over because He blessed my heart and He saved me

His hands, they were strong, but my flesh was far too weak

I sinned, it was wrong, I had fallen to my feet

There are things I’ve done I should never do, never do

There are things He says that are always true, always true

Though it seemed like sin it would always win always win 

(Chorus)

He sent the fire and the rain

He walked with me into the flame

And it purged while I cried

And I found me screamin’ out His name, His name

(Verse 2)

So I wonder what to do, 

I can’t stay here, close my eyes

Feel Him here forever, 

Him and me together, nothing gets better

There are things I’ve done I should never do, never do

There are things He says that are always true, always true

Though it seemed like sin it would always win always win 

(Chorus) 

But He sent fire and the rain

He walked with me into the flame

And it purged while I cried

And I found me screamin’ out His name, His name

He sent the fire and the rain

He walked with me into the flame

It was cured as I cried

Cause I knew that this was the last time, last time

(Bridge)

I want Him to open the door

Struggles rise when I’m waiting for God

Even now though the victory’s over

I can’t help myself from lookin’ for God 

(Chorus)

‘Cause He sent fire and the rain

He walked with me into the flame

And it purged while I cried

And I found me screamin’ out His name, His name

He sent the fire and the rain

He walked with me into the flame

It was cured as I cried

Cause I knew that this was the last time, last time

I’m not burned!

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Hero/Heroine (song rewrite)

By: Brianna Chiles

March 19, 2022

(Verse 1)

It’s too late Satan, there’s no turning around

I got my hands folded gently, see Him come on the clouds

Because now I’m new

He’s defeated you

Now I know you can’t break me apart

Filled is the God-shaped hole in my heart

I got His spirit inside

The old man has died,  God says “You’re Mine!”

(Chorus)

You won’t catch me off guard, now you’re runnin’ and screamin’

I know God’s my Hero and I am His heroine

 (Verse 2)

I know for sure that you will never arise

When I look and see the fire in His eyes

And it makes me reel

Glory you won’t steal

I got a closet filled up to the brim

With the ghosts of my past and the skeletons

They are all your lies

But don’t even try, not this time!

 (Chorus)

You won’t catch me off guard, now you’re runnin’ and screamin’

I know God’s my Hero and I am His heroine

Do you know that His love overcame every sin?

(Bridge)

All of my weakness now is gone

I’m filled with joy ‘cause God He is so strong

All your power’s knocked down

The King of Kings has been crowned

I come to God as His own child

I have His peace and I feel His smile

It’s not complicated

The new is created.

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Writing Young Lions Ministry

Check out my new nonprofit for orphaned children!

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Author Brianna Chiles

My new website! Take a look please!

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Episode 41 Conversations About...The Conversion of Captain Shortstuff with author Brianna Chiles by Conversations About... • A podcast on Anchor

We talk about Brianna's origins, growing up, faith, how she wrote and painted "The Conversion of Captain Shortstuff", her life with epilepsy and her service dogs. We even get a proper education about the difference between a service animal and an emotional support animal.

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I’m told it reminds someone of Jungle Book.

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Brianna Chiles interview on WMAP Radio. Please Listen!

This is a short interview for my new book The Conversion of Captain Shortstuff. This gives a feel for who I am.

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Beware of Infatuation

“Oh, I love him!”

So the fans say

“He’s so hot and sexy!”

Be he in a movie, song or play

“She’s the nicest person ever!

And beautiful to boot!”

But do you know her really?

What is her life’s true fruit?

Are they not just kind

But genuine too?

Should they receive an insult

Then what would ensue?

What would you catch them doing

If they were home alone?

Are their actions healthy

Or self-destructive prone?

When they talk to people

Do they treat them with respect?

Or are they so obnoxious

Consideration they neglect?

Keep in mind that people are people

No matter what it is they do

Or who it is they are

They are just like me and you

Is it their true character you like

Or an idea of the character?

When we create the person we want

Truth does not always register

Before you give your heart

And say that you’re “in love”

Be sure of who the person is

And what it is they’re void of

Beware of infatuation  

And the heartache it can bring

Be wise in who you long for

Fear not reality’s sting.

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My poem The Night the Angels Sang (me reading it at a Christmas program).

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What Do I Know?

What do I know of the world?

Probably not enough.

And yet more than enough.

What do I think of the world?

Perhaps too little.

And yet more than I should.

What do I share with the world?

Mayhaps not enough.

But it could be too much.

What do I take from the world?

What I’m given.

But not always what I want.

What do I know and think?

Share and take?

I should measure and see.

What should I know and think?

Share and take?

What the Lord bids and beckons.

Too often what I know and think 

Are mixed together.

Neither is sure.

And sometimes too soon

Do I share and take.

Emotions confuse reason.

What should I do?

Let God lead my mind.

Leave my will behind.

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Tempted Overcomer

*A poem about overcoming addictions, specifically negative thoughts, but applicable to anything*

What is in my mind?

Is it sweet music or is it the tune of death?

It keeps moving forward, forward, forward.

I cannot stop it of my own volition.

The will of the flesh is too strong.

What can I do?

There is no self-help for me, for I am weak.

The cello suite of Bach plays up and down

I go back and forth, back and forth

And time runs on.

The sad pull pulls on.

Who can help?

Wait. There He is.

His spirit, his power, awakens within.

There is light to pierce the night

A sword to slash through my thoughts

Where play many demons 

Their laughter at my struggle abates.

Now they fight to stay as flesh wars with spirit.

It’s gone! I’m free!

Wait. The tug. 

I feel it once more.

Let it be gone! Let it be over!

Who can deliver me from this body of death?

But there He is again, undeterred by failure.

He pulls me back.

When will it be over?

Each time I fail Jesus pulls me back.

Mercy and grace are abundant

Though I deserve neither.

Each time I fail I become more desperate.

More aware of the composition within.

I apologize, repent, rebuke

Seemingly to no avail.

And yet I am learning about myself.

I am not the saint I suppose myself to be.

No better than a prostitute or thief.

Humility hurts, but strengthens.

Through our weakness He is strong.

More time passes.

As it does, I learn more.

I take my stance then grapple with the enemy.

Sometimes I conquer, sometimes not.

But I learn.

My defense gets stronger

My offense quicker, more accurate.

The fight is intense, but I am winning.

Always will there be failures

Hurts I do to myself

But always there will be my help and defender

My Lord and shepherd.

I will hear his voice even above the music.

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Push Past Challenges and Write What you Love with Brianna Chiles

Brianna Chiles has struggled with epilepsy since age 10, having Grand Mal seizures regularly. She is still able to live her dream of being a writer and recently published her first book. In this episode, she talks about her experiences and shares tips for ...

My first podcast!

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Move Your Buns

The buns were light and toasty warm, all laid out on a platter

It was in a kitchen throughout which a mix of breads was scattered

A ladle said to a nearby knife, “Look sharp and move your buns!”

I have some cinnamon rolls to bathe in creamy frosting. Yum!”

“Those aren’t my buns,” the knife replied. “And sharp’s not in my nature

For I am a butter knife and slathering bread is part of my behavior.”

Not wanting to be slathered the buns rolled off to escape

Till they fell into the drawer where the baker kept the plates

“Move your buns!” Said one plate indignantly to another

“Why are they here at all?” The plate asked. “And not even time for supper.”

Not wanted here the buns decided to hop onto the counter

Though they did not count on when they fell falling right into the flour

The braided Danish pastry, so proper, neat and trim

Looked with disdain upon the buns and scooted away from them

No friends in the breaded pudding, the truffles or the cake

To silverware they were trivial, a lesser thing the baker baked

It was when they heard the music that the buns really started to move

They were dancing to the tune that played and getting in the groove

“Move those sassy buns, baby!” Yelled a frying pan overhead

And instead of looking down on them the utensils danced with them instead

They swirled and twirled and soon there was puffs of flour in the air

It was a pastry party and they rolled without a care

The baker walked in, saw the mess and said, “I must quickly remove these buns!”

He scooped them into a basket and left the kitchen at a run

Setting the basket on a table, a table set for few

The baker went back to get fresh drinks for an addlepated two

The buns looked up as new music played, slower and like a hum

The man looked at his date and said, “Would you care to move your buns?”

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This painting I did makes me happy.

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Brianna Chiles interview on WMAP Radio. Please Listen!

This is a short interview for my new book The Conversion of Captain Shortstuff. This gives a feel for who I am.

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My first desert painting