Good Morning My Loves

Some people say, there is no God.. But the air they breathe.. Was not bought in a store. Some people think they will rest in peace.. But those who reject Jesus.. Shall burn in hell forevermore. It is a point of fact.. Jesus died on the Cross. But glory hallelujah.. He is risen and is Boss. We all have a choice.. To choose good or bad.. But our choice will determine.. Where we will spend eternity.

 Sometimes I feel so tired.. Sometimes I feel so weak.. Sometimes I feel so lonely.. And on my knees I weep. When my back is against the wall.. And my strength is not there.. So I fall. I remember the days when you held my hand.. And picked up the pieces.. And taught me how to stand. If living without you.. Is my pot of gold.. I would live as a pauper.. For YOU are my world. I would rather have Jesus.. Than the riches of this world.. So come heavenly Father.. You are my heat in the cold.

 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.