Good Morning My Loves

 Yesterday I was a seed.. I was planted in the ground. I was watered with treasures.. And was chosen to be found. As the clothes on my back.. Grew pure with delight.. I blossomed with great favour, To give fruits in your sight. Today I rise uprightly.. Today my cup is full. Today I sing rejoicing.. Not bound with frills and wool. I am marching into tomorrow.. With hope and faith and trust.. For the God who knows my future.. Created me from dust.

 You are not too broken, to be used by God. You are not too weak, to be anointed and to speak. While others dare to mock you, you will rise like a flame.. In the midst of your enemies, you will conquer every game. You are not a nobody.. You are not a fool. Greater is HE that is in you, the God who made you new. Do not shift your focus.. Do not ever give up.. Keep your eyes on Jesus.. And He will lift you up.

 Remember, Oh children the word of the Lord.. When you are reviled, you are blessed in accord. Rejoice and be glad, for the day will come.. When your enemies pay.. And you are taken from glum. Continue to shine and, continue to rise.. Goodness and mercy, will always be your prize. Blessed are the peacemakers.. Blessed are the meek.. Surely you will receive, the reward as you seek.

 Do not be afraid of what is unknown. For the Lord is with you, and you are called His own. While the howling wind rages outside.. Inside you are sheltered, in arms opened wide. Thoughts of worry may capture your mind.. As voices in the darkness brings burdens unkind. You must assert the authority, granted unto you.. For your weapons of warfare, are more than a few. The Yea and Amen,  are your promises from God.. So rise up with purpose, and let the Word be your sword. You are not forgotten.. You are not alone.. From the rising of the sun, you are blessed to your bone.

 I will ride the high places  of the earth. I will eat the increase  of the fields. I will publish the name of Jesus.. And to Him alone I will yield. I will remember the days of old. I will consider my time here on earth. I will show many generations God's love.. And be the apple of His eye like a glove.

 Just as a mother hen gathers her chicks.. So too I am gathered, under the arms of Jesus. I rest in the bosom, of the one I call friend.. For He alone, is with me till the end. I strive for perfection.. I strive to prevail. In all my endeavours, I am healed from all ail. There is a banner above me.. And I know who I am.. So I shout a Hallelujah.. In storm and in calm. I am too blessed to be stressed.. Within and without. For favour and fortune.. Is mine beyond doubt. What tomorrow will bring.. My eyes cannot see.. But I know who owns tomorrow.. And I am grateful He chose me.