Good Morning My Loves

 We think we have all the time in the world.... To do all the different things we want to do. But reality will hit us like a ton of bricks someday, when we realize, we don't have time anymore. There is an old adage that says... make haste while the sun shines. Some, perhaps, take it as literal , while others choose it as not. There are those whose decision might be on par to middle ground. Redemption and glory, may seem insignificant to some.... But as you travel on this road called life, you will encounter many facets of timeless existence. The uncertainty of accepting what is ahead, will be the ultimate downfall of many. Time and tide waits on no man. What you can do today, do not put off for tomorrow. You do not know what the future holds for you. Be constant in season and out of season, as you emerge into the unknown... but confident of the newness of life in Jesus. Your life has been predestined for you. The road you walk upon was already prepared for your footprints. The sand

 When you help others, God will help you. It is important to understand what the Scripture says and put it into practice. It is not how often you do something.... Rather it is the love and the thought and compassion that goes with it.  So much of our blessings lie deep within the portals of our giving. The Bible says quite clearly, that it is more blessed to give than to receive. Our giving speaks louder than words can ever say. It magnifies, beyond measure, the depth of the desires of the Lord, running through our veins. The act of compassion towards your brother or your sister, exemplifies the poetry of motion, that exudes love of Jesus, from you. Never let it be said, that you were not worthy of being your brother's keeper. The adage of Mercy is what births your heart and lavish untold favour upon you and the generations to come. Favour, well thought of, means being a mentor and portrays the deep significance of who you are and who you will become, as a child of God. Your life b

 This year was not the easiest. It was challenging. It was frustrating. It was joyous. It was overwhelming. It was sadness personified...... But throughout all the difficulties, God's M ercy kept me. His grace was always more than sufficient. His peace passed all my understanding.... and more importantly, I LIVED. The sound of the new dawn breaking, awoken me, every single morning. I stood up strong, in the midst of adversity and conquered every chapter of challenging circumstances. I overcame battle scars and took up my cross day by day and followed Jesus.  There were days, I couldn't make it. Days I hungered for a taste, of what was indeed good. Days I kept banging on desperation's door..... And days,  I struggled to keep my spiritual eyes open. I got kicked.... I got stabbed.... I was beaten.... I was lonely. But Mercy found me. Mercy filled me. Mercy willed me to rise.... and Mercy was my faith.  Though you see me fading, know that I am not invisible. Though you see me

 Everyday I take a leap of faith. I dig deep inside my inner self and emasculate the heart of compassion, as a carrier of God's anointing. There are moments I feel weak. There are moments I feel strong. There are moments I am inclined to lie down upon a bed of nails.  My life has been mapped out and touched by the divine favour of the Lord. Every footstep I make, though overwhelmingly appreciated, I am floundered by potholes and stones along the way. The gentleness of the P assion of the Christ, in me, seems intrinsic. It beautifies and purifies my soul and I stand in awe. Oftentimes, the redness in my eyes and the burning of unshed tears, leaves me wanting. I am in hunger, for the filling, of the Refresher's morning dew. For me to die is gain. Yet I must fulfill my purpose and go where I am sent. To do what I must. To accomplish the glory of what I await, in the by and by.

 Don't try to be something you are not.  Reading in the dark, won't be your potter's lot. If you think you can be, much better than me. Put your hands to the plow, so others might see. Wherever you go, may you walk with the Lord. In sickness or in health, let His love be your ward. In haste, as you rise, be faithful and wise. So your tree will bear fruits and not be your demise. Let your voice blow a trumpet and let it be heard. As the ears of the deaf, may consume every word. You are strong in your weakness and filled by God's grace. In tangible assets, a delight where you face. Mighty in battle, fearless and skilled. To rage war upon evil and take pride in the kill. Your uniqueness will build, a bridge, to be crossed. To determine your passion and to seek those who are lost. You are not me and I am not you. Yet both of us are branches, though we are but a few. What you can do, I might never do. But when we unite, heaven's gates will be our cue.

 God will use anybody and anything to be a blessing to His children. You may not always understand what or why something is happening... but not everything is for you to know. God's ways are not like our ways. His thoughts are not like our thoughts. He is no respecter of persons. He will bless who He wants to bless. He will use who He wants to use. And who are we to question God. When God blesses you, it is the answer to a prayer. You may not need the blessing immediately... but perhaps you will need it tomorrow. Perhaps it is not for you. Perhaps God will use you as the vessel, to transport the blessing to someone else.  Everything in life does not revolve around US. Rather, everything revolves around the Lord. He is the Master planner.... the Master mover..... the Master shaker. When Jesus says yes, who are we to say no. May we always cast aside self. May we strive to eradicate every unclean spirit of bondage, in Jesus name. That we may arise and take up our rightful place in the

 You put my broken pieces back together, when I feel I am falling apart. When I think I can't go on, you keep pushing me to the finishing line. On the days when I am weak and worn, mercy comes, to make me strong. Like a flood that fills my soul, I am guided to reach my goal. Though the sweetness of the morning dew, seems all placid on my lips..... every drop of heaven's kiss, reminds of my eternal bliss. At times I may be tied with chains, but grace keeps breaking down the pain. When peace escapes and I fall down, love surrounds me and I am not bound. Within, without, my comfort comes.... and feathers gently like a dove. My cross I carry on my back..... to follow Jesus, without slack.

 I speak the name of Jesus, over every situation. I speak the name of Jesus, over every town and every nation. I speak the name of Jesus, over every home and family. I speak the name of Jesus, over every doubt and every fear. The power in that name, breaks every chain. The power in that name, heals and comforts those in pain. The power in that name, makes mountains melt like wax. The power in that name, moves like lightning in a fax. Those who are in need, should call upon the Lord. Those who are in sorrow, God will give you joy tomorrow. Those who sit alone and worry with great fear. The Lord will never leave you, because HE holds you dear. When trials come like Pharoah... The Lord will be your shield. When everyone around you.... to Satan they all yield. Remember there's a Saviour, who gave His life for you. So lift your hands to heaven.... and in honour, give your due.

I have many acquaintances, but very few friends. And the ones in my circle, are there to the end. In good times and bad, I know they are there. So I raise a hallelujah, because they are rare. My wheel inside the wheel, were all destined as mine. Through mountains and valleys, they have always been kind. When favour comes calling, or doors remain closed. They speak with authority, against all my foes. Bountiful in splendor, are their treasures on high.  For destiny to cover me, was their command from the sky. Miles apart we may be, in the nature of life. Yet pleasures of purpose, draws us closer, without strife. In the plan of the Lord, for my circle to unite. Came vessels of gold and raiment, so white. With love in my heart, for all that we are. I pray the name of Jesus, over every bright STAR.

I sit in my hammock and I think about the goodness of God. And I try to visualize, what was going through His mind, as He created me in His own image and likeness.  Why was I so important to the Lord, that He would choose Me, to be His own.... Was it my hair.... was it my voice.... was it the way I smile?  Did God see through the air and the atmosphere.... and through time and space, and knew that I would love Him, more than my life..... when as yet I did not know Him? All my life, I have loved the Lord. All my life, I have trusted Him. All my life, I have believed in His only begotten Son. All my life, He is the only God I have ever known.  One of these days, I want to ask Jesus WHY HE CHOSE ME. I think that I am simple... but perhaps to Him, I am not. I think that I am not perfect.... but perhaps to Him, I am beautiful. I think I am weak.... but perhaps to Him, I am strong.  There are so many questions I want answered. But maybe it is not important that I know the reasons. What is im

 I know you are weary... and I know you feel weak. I know you are broken.... and stuck in defeat. There are times you weep like rivers.... and times you stand alone. But I am calling you hither, my child. I am begging you, to come home.  You have walked in desert places... and rested upon stones. And carried your burdens, on your back, to your bones. When you thought I had left you... and you were downcast. I was stretching out my hand.... to wipe away your past. You never see me near you, as I shelter you with love. And you never try to find me, or fit me like a glove. There are days I watch your footsteps, as you walk further away. But I am longing for your time.... So please, come home. I wrote your name in glory.... and I dressed it with gold. But what you do not know, is that, I am fighting for your soul. Open up your heart... and drink from my well. And be forever safe, in my arms, where you will dwell.

 December is almost here dad.... and I miss you more than words can say. I live on the memories of yesterday, as the scent of you slowly fades.  I remember the days when you held my hand and taught me how to dance. The smiles... the missteps.... the joy. The unrehearsed, quickened stumbles... and the unfeigned love in your heart. I hear the tingling of bells, as it echoes through the silence. I see the beauty of you, as you walk across the room.  My heart is overwhelmed dad... because you are not here. The emptiness of the house. The absence of your presence. The melodious song of love, as the tilt of your voice fill the air. December is almost here dad... and you are far away. Nothing seems significant without you. You are asleep. You have been reunited with mummy. You are both coupled in the loving arms of your first love. Grateful I am dad.... for being your daughter. Gratified is my heart, as it travels through time and space, to embrace you where you are. How wonderful and how for

 Where you are, is where my treasure is. You are my happiness. You are my joy. You are my shining star. You are my perfect love. My breath.... my strength..... my song. You are my anchor, when the seas are rough. My calm, in the storm. The bearer of my burdens. The peace within my soul. When I feel overwhelmed by the cares of life, you are my rock. Without you, I am lost. Without you, I am forever defeated.  Who am I, without you? You are my passover. You are my password. You are my passion. You are my Miracle-Grow. Where can I go, that you cannot find me?  You came to find me, when I was lost. You stand beside me, when I am alone. You are my dining table. My feast. My cup. My wine. You are my fondest, most beautiful memories. You are my first love. When I think of the goodness of God, I bow. I cry. I scream. I shout. I dance. I rejoice. Nothing else matters to me, but you Lord. I am living below, in this sinful world, for just a moment. For just a heartbeat. My time here is like a fre

 It hit me, as I stood one day. How life just goes, like words we say. The thought of loved ones, we hold dear. Are often gone, as we dismay. The gift of life, we take for granted. The blessings of God, though not enchanted. The ray of sunshine, as it pours on us. Belongs not to us. But to God, who is just. How little we really understand. That all we have, lasts but a while. The very breath we breathe, each day. Is not ours, come what may. Let us take the time, to think how much. The Lord has thought, to bless us with. Let us thank the one, who gave us life. And not oppress and give cause, to strife.

 I look to you for strength. When all I feel is weak. I look to you for warmth. When my world seems so unreal. I look to you for compassion. When frustration gets me down. I look to you for sunshine. When worry falls like rain. I look to you for laughter. When inside, there is so much pain. I look to you, to hold me. When I am falling, by the way. I look to you, to save me. When I am lost and so afraid. I look to you, to love me. When nothing I do seems right. I look to you, Oh Saviour. For burdens, to lift up. I look to you, to light my way. When darkness makes me pray.

 You seem so nice, my heart it swells. With sighs and smiles and I often dwell. But I've been hurt so much before. That only miracles, would make me soar. Let us get to know each other, dear. To find out if, our love is rare. Let us try to understand the plan. That makes our love, so pure and grand. Do not be discouraged now. I will hold your hand and wipe your tear. And if the need arise, to flee. You can always count on me. Do not let tomorrow bring. Hopeless thoughts, you wish could sing. Lift your head and soar on wings. And ask me please, for anything. Do not cry and look so lost. No matter what, the price it costs. Never fear, do not despair. Your blessings comes. And they are rare.

 I try to stop the tears from falling. With words..... but you don't hear me calling. My eyes don't seem to see quite well. When you walk by, with someone else. My love was worth a tinker's damn. Not cherished a lot, like Gideon's balm. And so my heart had little choice. Except to break, while you rejoice. How can I, make you stop and see? My love for you, is all for free. How can I, give of myself? When you don't need me, for yourself. I think that I, could love you so. And with time, I will watch it grow. But there's so many things to say. In case, my love, you do betray.

 I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to you... and my heart is so broken, my tears fall like dew. I wish I could say, all the things I did not. Now forever and ever, I close my milking pot. The times when I saw you, you radiated peace. And I never once thought, your heartbeat would cease. So vibrant and beautiful, you stood out in the crowd. Now today into heaven, your singing will be loud. The legacies you left, may they fill empty cups. Perhaps in the dawnings, of mercy to sup. When time brings remembrance, of smiles on your face. I pray they are all, feathered with grace. Though tears will come running and comfort may stay. One day, we will meet, over yonder, I pray. Till the tide takes a turn and the waves crash on shore. May your memories linger, like never before. So with my eyes full of sorrow, I bid you farewell. And I beseech God with longing, to have stories to tell. Let laughter surround you, in the presence of our Lord. For one of these days, I will come for my board.

 A kiss on my lips, might be nice for a while... but without love inside it, it will go out of style. A hug here and there, in places everywhere... will all be on show, for those who don't know. The touch of your hand, as you hold me so close.... will all but depart, like a horse without a cart. The smile on your face, as you look into my eyes.... will soon disappear, like magic in the air. The person that you are, in the eyes of the world..... is not the one I see, when my toes starts to curl. I cower in the corner and I tremble with great fear... because of the chameleon, hidden in your stare.  I wish with all my might, I can run like the wind.... but closed doors stand silent, as I struggle, still and bent. If mercy should arrive and find me on the ground.... I pray for forgiveness, on the one who had me bound. I do not know my future and what the Lord will bring....  but with gratitude I say... Thank you, for the price you paid. I cannot live in silence and not rise up to the

 Don't feel ashamed of what you did in the past. Regret makes no sense, because what you did in the past, can never be undone.  You are not the same person, you once was. You are the person hanging next to Jesus and repenting of your sins...... and being forgiven. We all make stupid choices. We all fail and fall short of God's glory, every single day. What is important to remember is, though you were slayed, yet will you rise. Though your sins be like scarlet, you shall be whiter than snow. It is evident in the Scriptures, that Jesus died for all of us, not just a few. Therefore, all of us can go boldly before the throne of grace and ask for forgiveness from our Saviour. I am not better than you. You are not better than me. We all need divine intervention in everything we do. Our righteousness is as filthy rags. Our good is as nothing. Out of the abundance of our heart, our mouth speaks.  We fall, but we can get up. We cry, but then we can laugh. We go through troubled waters,

 I have power. I have might. I have authority, to be a rich man's wife. Everything, that is promised to me... I call it now, without fear and dignity. I have been bought, by the Blood of the Lamb. And I will stand bold, come storm or calm. I will not sit, like a tired, little mouse. And watch the devil, mashup my house. I will arise and break every chain. And be VICTORIOUS, in Jesus name. When you see me, step with pride. Know that doors, will open wide. For where I go, I go in flames. To burn and destroy, the devil's games. You might think, that I am weak. For you don't know, the One I seek. When I speak, all mountains melt. And every demon, will feel my belt. I challenge you, to kingdom come. To pursue Jesus, though blind or dumb. Every hour, every day... Get down on your knees and pray.

 When I think that I am not good enough....  God says, YES, I am good enough. When everything I do seems to be wrong and I feel like a failure.... God says, I am not a failure. When I fall more times than I can count.... God says, I will always get up. When my imperfections break my heart.... God says, I am His masterpiece. When I am rejected.... God says, I will never leave you alone. When words are spoken to smear my name and character and I don't know what to do..... God says, vengeance is mine. When I am battered and bruised and abused and I just want to die.... God says, I am your healer and I died, so you could live. When I feel like all hope is gone.... God says, I am your anchor. When the whole world is against me and I feel so defeated.... God says, I am your three-cord strand. When I don't know where my next meal is coming from.... God says, I will prepare a table before you, even in the presence of your enemies. When I feel overwhelmed by the cares of life.... God sa

 Oh my Papa... You are my shining star. Though the world slay me... Yet will I rise. I will remember that I am your merchandise, and I am unbreakable. When the wolves come, all they will feast upon, are grave- clothes of yesterday. Though their damnation slumbers not, my heart shall not fear. For there will come a righteous flood... To eradicate every evil bud. I am not from Sodom land. And on Gomorrah, I do not stand. I lay my head, in peace and sleep. For Papa God, is my righteous keep. Faithful is HE, who calls my name. And ignites my candle, with a burning flame. To know the God, who sees my heart. Is worth it all, and not depart. I tarry for the days ahead. When angels serve and make my bed. This journey now, might bring some pain. But Hallelujah, for all I gain. Papa God, my heart you hold. My life preserver, since days of old. In all I do, I honour You. And say Thank You, for making me new.

When you are discouraged, I AM is there. When you are crying, He will wipe away every tear. When you are broken, He will mend the pieces back together. When you are weak, He will be your strength. When you go through troubled waters, I AM is your calm. When the forces of evil surrounds you, He is your protection. When you have lost everything, He is your restorer. When despair fills your heart, He is your comfort. At times you weep, at times you mourn. At times you feel, so all alone. When darkness comes, like a rushing wind. A blaze of Glory, will be your kin. Heartaches come and heartaches go. But Mercy speaks, so you will know. For every trail, of slow progress. I AM clothes you, in refiner's dress. Sometimes your cup, might slip and fall. And all you see, is a desolate wall. But place your hand, upon I AM. And remember you, are washed by the Lamb.

 In the blink of an eye, you can loose everything you love. Everything you hold dear to your heart. Everything you have worked hard to achieve. All your earthly possessions....  The things that are worth much more than gold....  The sentimental value of legacies passed down from generations. The smiles... the tears.... the touch.... the passion.... the sweat... the love. The things you perhaps took for granted..  The things you thought would always be there. It hurts....  It leaves you breathless. You are broken. You are discouraged. You are disconnected. You feel lost. You feel defeated. You ask God WHY.....  You scream, you shout...  you feel weak. You have nothing... except the clothes on your back. Where did the love for each other go.... Where did the... Love your neighbour as you love yourself go.... Where did the hate come from... Do you not know that I am on my knees, in pain.... Do you not see, the cost of what you have done.... Where is the love of Jesus in your heart.... Don

 Where can I go in secret, that I cannot be seen.... What can I take with me, that you can never know.... Who will walk beside me, to guide me into the unknown.... And who will watch over me, when I need to rest my weary head.... There is nothing hidden about me, that You cannot see Lord. There is no voice inside my head, that YOU cannot hear. When I travel alone, I remember that I am not alone. For the Holy Spirit is my shadow... Going in and out with me. Living below, in this old sinful world. I know I cannot make it, if God is not right there. My fears and faith of what is coming. Might be my matchless steps. But glory Hallelujah...  Jesus never failed me yet.

 How many times have I said, that I put You first Lord.... And how many times have I lied.... How many times have I prayed and cried and promised, that all of my days, I will serve you....  How many times have I lied.... I confess with my mouth, what you know I will not do. And I go my own way, to do what I did not say. Every day I act, on the stage that I have built. To uphold my image, like a prince in a kilt. Who I am, is not who I was meant to be. For the life that I live, is filled with lies and deception and disappointments. I put on my dress and make up my face. But my eyes remain closed, so I don't see, I have fallen from grace. How can I come home, after all that I have done... How can the Lord accept me, for what I have done wrong.... How can I be forgiven, when I went from bad to worse... How can Jesus love me, when I don't even love myself.... I feel a feathered hand, softly on my shoulder. And I wonder if I'm dreaming, or don't know where I am. But I hear a

 Let go of the baggage, you are carrying on your back. For goodness and mercy, wants to cut you some slack. The weight that besettles you, was not meant for you. So cast it aside, before you die. Let go of the words, that were spoken over your life. The ones that were filled, with hate and anger and curses. For if you do not make a choice, to drop it off today. Tomorrow will come quickly and in your heart, it will stay. Let go of the unforgiveness, that is taking up space inside your heart and soul. You need to forgive those who hurt you and betrayed you, in every way. God cannot show you mercy, when you are holding onto things you need to let go. For your peace will always be far away from you. Let go of those who encourage you to hold onto hate. For they are not the ones you are told to call your friends. The fruits that they bare, are not for you to eat. Because if you do, in hell you will weep. Let go of the grief and the doubts and the fears. And empty the trash, that is taking u

 Love never asks us why. Love never asks us how. Love never asks us if. And love never asks us when. Love is our comfort. Love is our strength. Love is our faith rising. And love is our sweet smelling savour. Love is gracious. Love is kind. Love is gentle. And love is divine. Love has no beginning. Love has no end. Love has no status. And love has no skin. Love goes before us. Love stands behind us. Love is all around us. And love is high above us. Love is precious. Love is free. Love is merciful. And Love is Jesus. 

 We say we love you Jesus, but the words don't mean a thing. For from our lips, onto the ground, they don't even sing. We cry out... Lord, have mercy.... when things don't go just right. But as soon as we get our answer, we turn away from Him. We know who Jesus is, in our times of need. And we listen to the Prophets, when we want to hear His word. Often we will follow, every path toward the Cross...  but our never-ending story, is to stay forever lost. We know the day is coming, when we will all be judged. And we know that while there is time, we ought to set our house in order...  yet we give heed to the voices, that whisper... you still have time to play.... And so we run outside in haste and put Jesus in delay. Soon the day will come, when time will be no more.... When every heartbeat stops and there is no open door. When our eyes are stuck together and sleep is all but gone.... We will always remember, the times we let slip away. The opportunities we never took. The han

 Sometimes to rise and take up your rightful place, costs you more than words can ever say. There are those whose aim in life, is just to keep you down. You must understand that not everyone will like and admire you and your achievements.  Do not allow yourself to be classified as an under-achieving, undecided and unbelieving individual, where you will amount to nothing. You can do anything and be anything YOU want to do and become. Your life might be surrounded by clouds today.... but every cloud is a sign of God's perfect promise of His protection to you. Though the rain may be falling and you might feel bound... know that the blessings of the Latter Rain is your preserver. Count it a joy when adversity comes, because in the midst of it, you will always be strong. As a carrier of God's anointing, you will be tested... tried.... discouraged and weak.... but you will always be more than a conqueror.  Walk the pilgrim's journey, though tired and worn. Fight the good fight of

 Every hour I need you Lord. For in each moment, you are my room and board. I take a stand to seek your face. For in your presence, I find much grace. I often ask for help in things. Because from you, my angel brings. The need for more, than words can say. Comes softly singing, when I pray. My heart is heavy, on some days. And in my weakness, your word says. Rise up child, I am your strength. I will hold you, as you walk each length. Upon my mind, I sometimes hear. The gentle whisper, of the cross I bear. I know today, just whose I am. And I feel safe, from every harm. Your peace Oh Lord, comes like a wave. To shelter me and make me brave. All that I am, I owe to you. Thank you God, for being my honey dew.

 I do not have much Lord. I have no steady income.... but I eat everyday. I do not own a house.... but I have a place to call home. I have no fancy car.... but I go from place to place. I look up to the sky, when I hear an airplane passing. And I gaze at it with longing, because I wish I was in it. At times it is my lobster, but I eat lentils instead. And I don't have much Lord, but what I have, is just enough. I do not own a TV.... or a radio, to hear sounds. The windows are all broken and the walls look so forlorn. My bed is old and rusted... And the cupboards, seems so bare. But everyday I trust you... and love you, beyond compare. I do not have much Lord. But how I wish I did. For inside, my heart keeps breaking, like a pot without a lid. I gave up all I had and chose to put You first. To travel in your chariot and sing praises, till I burst. The little that I have, I lay it at your feet. For I know your multiplying, will make my life complete. I store up treasures upstairs, b

 You might scroll past my blog, because I write about the Lord.  But you must understand, that He is my God. In all that I do, I give reverence to His name. For without Him beside me, I will die in my shame. You might look at me with scorn and think that I am weak. But what you do not see, are my heartbeat, when I speak. There's a hunger deep inside me, that you might never have. And I am desperate for Jesus, to cover me with salve. Your arrows may fly past, with power and with might. But nothing you can do, could hide me from His sight. My life I give to God... and all that I am. For in this pilgrim's journey, in the storm, He is my calm. The life that I have, is not mine to keep. For in this day and hour, I depend on grace to leap. Someday, when Glory cometh, by faith, I will be gone. So set your house in order, drink new wine... and be reborn.

 Father, we are going for a walk. But we ask you, in Jesus name, to protect us as we go. Let the atmosphere be charged up with your presence. Let every pathway be cleared and be anointed, to welcome our footsteps as we walk along the way.  Help us Oh Lord, in all that we need to do. Let everything be done in decency and in order, just as You have ordained it to be. Let there be a sifting and shifting and separation, between us and everything and everyone, who is not in alignment to your will and your way, for our lives Father.  Teach us what we need to know. Pour into us, so that we can pour into others, as we show forth your love. Cover us with your precious blood and assign angels to guard us on every side. Carry us and bring us back home safe. Open up our spiritual eyes and ears to behold your beauty and embrace your heart.  And Lord, we Will Not go without Your Holy Spirit in the lead. Hear our thoughts Papa God and remember us.  In Jesus Name we pray... AMEN....

 In days of old, I read where it was told. That the sacrifice of bulls, was offered for my sins. I could never understand the reasoning behind what was done... but truth be told, I was glad. Years have passed and now at last, the Cross upon a hill. 'Twas there behold, a Lamb was slain.. and died, so I could live. Now free from sin, I am delivered within.. All glory and honour, to my King. Though some will come and some will not. Of that it was foretold. For long ago, the Lord spoke so, that five were all, but wise. In all you pack, may your heart be stacked, with treasures, way up high. For where you go, be sure you know, either down or in the sky. Come quickly, Righteousness so grand. For with you, I will stand. Though fear befalls me, I will rise....  And dance without disguise.

 At the pinnacle of my life, I stand to gain everything I have ever desperately desired. I have toiled and I have cried for so long, that sometimes I felt I couldn't go on. There were days I said in heart.... when Lord..... When will it end.... You may not understand what it feels like to be standing on the edge of a cliff.... and just hanging on by a thread. It hurts.... it leaves you weak..... it frustrates.. But it molds... it purifies... it refines.... it builds and it strengthens you to press on. I am here only because of God's grace and mercy. I am standing only because HE is my rock and my feet are planted in Him. The Lord is my keeper. He is the lifter up of my head. He is the one who sustains me and talk me through every valley experience. I am strong because Christ Jesus lives in me. Without Him, I am nothing. Without Him, I am lost. If I have to live on this earth without Jesus as my Lord and Saviour, then I don't want to live here.... because without Him at the

You might look at me and see an ordinary woman..  and not worth a second glance. I am small in stature, humble and meek, but always vibrant.  I have so much untapped potential within me, just waiting to come forth.  I love to hug others, because I know what it feels like to be neglected and desperate for someone to give me a hug... and not get it. You might think that I am a fake, just putting on an act. But I am not a fake. I am real. I am kind. I am loving. I am honest. Because I live my life by the leading of the Holy Spirit, I may not be everyone's cup of tea. And that's okay.  My purpose here is to love my neighbour as I love myself. To reach out and give a helping hand. At times I might not live up to your expectations and you perhaps may get angry. Just please know that I deeply apologize, if I have offended you in any way, knowingly or unknowingly. I wish you can truly see ME and get to know the me I really am. I am a very beautiful woman, inside and out.  All of my day

 I was made a little lower than the angels. With glory and honour, I was crowned. The Lord loved me so much, He set me over all the work of HIS hands. The Lord put everything, in subjection under my feet. How beautiful and special I must be, for God, who built me with His own hands.... and build all things.. to grant me permission, to be counted worthy, to be over His masterpieces. I was created to be His very own house.... so that He could come in and sup with Me. What an honour and a privilege, to be in the presence of the Lord Most High. I pray, that I may never fall short of entering into His rest. That my heart be not hardened. That I hold my confidence steadfast, until the end. The the life of the living word of God, be transformed in my mind and be made manifest. Oh Lord... that I might obtain mercy and find grace in times of need.... In Jesus name, AMEN.

I made up my mind, a long time ago. To accept Jesus Christ and I want you to know. Whatever you think, about the choice that I made. Is between you and God, and the price that He paid. I live my life freely, in all that I do. Because it says in the Bible, Jesus paid my due. For the glory to come, I must shine like a light. To brighten the darkness and give the blinded, sight. At times where I walk, I must travel alone. But my destiny marks, every crumbly bone. Pleading my cause, as I step out in faith. Strengthens me daily, when humbly I wait. The love of my Father, is matchless to me. And nothing on earth, can dim my eyes to see. All of my days, I vow to obey. What my Saviour commands, so in His heart, I will stay. I have surrendered my plans, for what I thought was so right. And now I trust in the Lord, to walk by faith and not sight. All I can do, I give Jesus praise. For just the other day, from the grave, He was raised.

 We pray for the rain and when it comes, we complain about mud and flood and the fact that we cannot go out as much as we would like, or do anything on the outside. So we pray for the sun to dry up all the water... and when it comes, we complain about the heat, the dryness and the decrease of our water supply. Us humans are very hard to please. Don't we know that God takes care of HIS own.... He never gives us more than we can bear.  God knows what we are capable of doing and handling. Sometimes we might pray and ask Him for certain things... but we must remember that every request has a timing, and in the timing, there is a purpose. We may not always understand why something is, the way it is.... But not everything is for us to know.  While some of us might be asking for one thing, there are those who need the opposite. When God send the sun and we complain about it, someone else is grateful. When He sends us the rain and we complain, someone else is on their knees, crying in gra

 I make declarations and say unto the Lord. That everyday I stand, just like a three-cord strand. I speak from my heart and express in words so sweet. That all of my days, I will sit at Jesus feet. In hope of fulfilling, the dreams that I have. I strive to make my calling, my balm and Gideon's salve. At times I make a mess and I fall away from grace. But then I get up and toward the east, I face. My joy and comfort comes, in my pursuit of the King. As I hear the church bells ringing and the host of angels sing. The path that I walk, may not be for all to know. But on my way to Calvary, I am armed with shield and bow. I trust in God Almighty, to teach me as I go. For there are things much needed, for me to learn to sow. I keep my heart wide open, so I can be so filled. With favour, faith and fortune, to equip me in my skill. I try to run with patience, but sometimes I need rest. To find the strength to press on and overcome each test. Where others dare to tarry, while visions are t

 Once upon a time, in a far away land. There was an old house, built by God's own hands. Inside that old house, were rooms made of stone. And angels as your guide, so you were not alone. The love in that house, was purer than the sun. Where crystal rivers flowed and hate was never done. On beds of pure white linen, way beyond the vail. The keeper of the house, spoke to those who could not fail. The house, beyond compare, had just one other need. To complete all the elements and destroy all the weed. Into the promise, of adding on a Roof. Came a Knight And Shining Armour, dressed in servant's garb as proof. From Once Upon a Time, to way out in the middle. Construction for the roof, came with harp and angels fiddle. For a house without a roof, was like building on the sand. So God sent His Son, to shed His Blood for man. From Genesis to Malachi, there was no Cross as yet. And man got so wild, they needed to be met. So Jesus came along, as the shelter from the rain. To be the roof

 The Holy Spirit is grieving and wants you to know.  You make time for others and not for HIM to flow. You do this and that, while He's standing by the door. But your spiritual eyes are closed and to you, HE is a bore. While you hurry to decide, what to eat and what to wear. The Holy Spirit is remembering, Jesus and the spear. The ache in HIS heart, when you turn your back on HIM. Could never be replaced, by the light, as it goes dim. Jesus sent a HELPER, to see you through the end. To heal your broken heart and be His forever friend. He cries while you drink, but not from His new wine. For you have rejected the invitation, to sit with HIM and dine. The Holy Spirit watches, with pain in HIS eyes. When you don't acknowledge HIM, so with Sweat and Blood, HE cries. What would it profit you, to gain the whole wide world..... To hear on judgment day, you have lost your very soul.

 Not everyone will like you.  Not everyone who says they are your friend, is your friend..... some are wolves in sheep's clothing  Not everyone who laughs at your jokes, actually laughs at your jokes.... some laugh at you. Not everyone who sits at your table and eat, is really there to eat.... some of them are only there to hear what is being said, so that they can "share" with others. Not everyone who gives you something, actually do it in private..... some love to advertise, especially on social media. Not everyone who gives you a lift to your destination, is really sincere and have a heart of compassion... some of them wish they didn't have to take you anywhere..... because gas is too expensive, they're tired or it's too far. Not everyone who visit your home, is really there to see you and ask about your welfare.... some are just there to see where the cobwebs are hanging and how your house looks inside... especially the toilet. Not everyone who accepts wha