Good Morning My Loves

 Where will you go and what is the address? Are your bags all packed, or do you need more rest? Have you said your goodbyes and locked the front door? For death will come calling and you will be no more. You must decide, with your freewill choice..... Where your home will be and if you will rejoice. The bread on your plate, will not fill you for long. For supper is preparing, for those who turn from wrong. Do you know there's a grave, with your name carved in stone? And a box made of wood, to conceal every bone.... There are those who might cry and those who will not care. For from dust you were made and to dust you will bear. What you think is your own, will belong to someone else. And the treasures you hold dear, might get dust on a shelf. Naked you were brought and naked you shall go. And all you will carry, are the seeds that you sow. Think not in vain, you will Rest In Peace. For if you do not choose Jesus, then hell will be your beast. Before you close your eyes and depart fr...

 In everything, I will praise you Lord. For through every trial, you are my three-cord. When I am down in the valley, you meet me there. And you wrap your arms around me, when I am filled with despair. When my burdens seem heavy and I am weak to the bone. Your mercy whispers, I am never alone. Your love fills my cup, when I am empty and drained. And Glory sends Grace, to cleanse my every stain. My tears are my companion, when sorrow comes near. When the shadows around me, fill me with fear. Defeated I may be, at times of great dread. But down by the river, angels bake me bread. Each day on my journey, I step out in faith. With wonder and reason, of where is the gate. I search out for Goodness, because I was told... A Saviour called Jesus, is my Potter's gold. If truth be so bold, that I look up ahead. I know on white linen, I will lay on my bed. While fields of green grass, sings Holy is the Lamb. My enraptured heart, recites the twenty-third Psalm.

 Oh child of mine, may you behold. The beauty and wonder, of precious gold. My servant you are, if you stay close to ME. For I will bless you more, than you ever hoped to be. Run like the wind and be merry and glad. Drink from my cup and be no longer sad. Up may you rise and sore in the air..... And remember no more, you were ever filled with fear. Draw close to me and I will draw close to you. As the gathering of sheep, may be but a few. Count down the days, for the time is drawing near. When the trumpet will be heard, for those I hold dear. Stay on the course, I have ordained for you. For by grace you will stand, and your heart be like new. Though weary you be, in times of great dread. When I make my appearance, you will rise from the dead. My servant, my servant....  Know I am near. For my promise to you, that your cross I will bear. Out of the ashes, you will rise and be strong. And go forth in power, as you worship in song.

 Where did you hide, your garment of praise? Where is it hidden, that it cannot be raised? Your weapon of warfare, must never be in the dark. For if you don't use it, you won't enter into the ark. Break forth in song, oh warrior with might. For the dragon lay waiting, fiercely with might. Your naked exposure, will be laid in the dust. If you should ever tarry, like ironclad rust. Your lips might be burning, like old silver dross. And your words be like wounds, all yearning with boast. Up may you rise, to be strong like the wise. To periwinkle spotlight, before your demise. Look to the hills, with eyes filled with tears. For the day will come sudden, while you are covered with fears. Hasten your steps and lay aside every weight. And prepare for the Saviour, to meet you at the gate.

 You told me once and you told me twice.... That I have no patience..... but that is a lie. I give off my best and I rise to the test. And humbly I bow, to be a cut above the rest. You look upon the out of me... And only see, a cup of tea. But all the while, I am baked with grace. And fully equipped, to run every race. Though sometimes weak, I slip and fall. But Mercy comes, so I stand tall. What your eyes, may not behold. That I am made, from precious gold. I was taught, to see the good. In every tree, with pride on wood. For in every valley, there is prepared.... A feast for me, without fear and dread. What you think and what you know. Within your heart, is what you sow. But yet I rise, from ashes grey. To conquer as, I go my way.

 As a man, without a place.... So is a bird, without a nest. The hungry man, would taste and see... That what is bitter, could be sweet. Do not think, to toot your horn. While others think, about your scorn. For what you do, today, will stay. In hearts and minds, of those who pray. The pit you dig, will be your own. For down below, be your marrow and bone. As arrows shoot, to pierce the heart. Know it goes back, from whence it start. Let not your joy, be at my expense. For soon comes wisdow, with much sense. Riches now, might fill your cup. But as the wind blows, it might make you drop. Take your time and go your way. And keep your hands, all joined to pray. While heaven sings, a brand new song. Ask the Lord's forgiveness, from all your wrong.

 Christmas has come and gone. We laughed... we cried... we ate.... we drank. We made great preparations, to celebrate this glorious day, and hoped with great expectations, that our eyes may behold something precious for us. Throughout the day, we made merry, our hearts and minds and spirits, as we opened up to the wealth of pleasant ambiance with which to memorize. Yet, that day could never come again. The ones whom we embraced, in the tapestry of life, we perhaps, may not see again. The feast we partaked of and the drinks we toasted with, have all been let out and disappeared into nothingness. Let yesterday become a beautiful memory, as one to be forever cherished. Let the melodious songs of warmth and passion, elevate you to new realms of substance. Chart your pleasures into fulfilling your dreams and God given authority over every situation. Let today be a blessing of overwhelming joy, as you set foot upon uncharted waters. Allow yourself to bask in the everglow of happiness tha...

 The rich and the poor, will always meet together....Thus saith the Lord. When you stand before the King, to be judged for your works. There will be no distinction or wealth of earthly perks. There is no VIP section or butler in the grave. And friends to behold you and smile as you wave. The roof over your head, will be the ground you once walked. And nothing you held dear, would be highlighted and stalked. If you laboured to be rich, or be wise in your own eyes. Nothing you have stored up, would cease your own demise. For the fat off your table, is not the feast prepared. And one day when you wake up, there'll be no one who once cared. Look not upon your status, or title to your name. For when your time is up, you won't carry any fame. Fill your cup with morsels, to share with those in need. And see the hand of Jesus, pluck out every weed. The eye of God's own needle, is thread for Lazarus. And where he lays his head, will be where the wind will gust. Set your house in ord...

 Love is a many splendid thing. It is more important, than a golden ring. It has no beginning and it has no end. It's purpose for all, is to be your Friend. Love is the piercing, deep in your soul. To remind you always, you can reach your goal. The pervading tide, as a miner's gold. Becomes your attachment, to unravel or fold. Love has no boundaries.... love has no time. For as a new day cometh, the bells tolls chime. Within you will feel and without you will cry. For Love is the essence, to eradicate a sigh. Love is not a fantasy or a slip and a slide. For kings wait to have it, so on chariots, they might ride.  Perhaps in your heart, as you walk through the storm. Love comes softly, so you are not forlorn. Love is in Jesus and Jesus is in love. And shining ever brightly, are the sparkles on your glove. Good may your teardrops, fall ever, dear. For eternally Love beacons, to fill you without fear.

 People say that old age is like fine wine.... And perhaps it is, to some. Old age is a gift. It is a privilege. It is a blessing. To live past three score and ten, is the manifestation of the power of God upon your life. The glory of young men, is their strength.... But the beauty of the old, is their grey hair. To live and enjoy the journey through life's lemons, becomes stringent in the believer. Only when you realize that there is a purpose for your time here on earth, will you walk on pathways that upholds the precepts and principles of the Most High God. You are not to follow the crowd. You are not to chart a course, that is mapped out for everyone else.  You are unique and built to perfection, by the Master's hands. Your age is in His hands.... But the power of life and death lies with you... IN YOUR TONGUE. Which road will you choose, when you are standing at the crossroads of life? Will you choose the broad road that leads to destruction... Or will you choose the nar...

 You may not know it, but victory is mine. You may not understand it, but I am never unkind. All through the day, in humility I pray. For without Godly counsel, I will fall and decay. You may not see the tears, I cry everyday. And you may not hear my voice, when I can't find my way. But slow, if I must and weak I might be. I will always overcome and from sin, be set free. You may not be my rescue or come to my aid. And when you throw stones, you might think I am afraid. But what you do not know, oh enemy and friend. I have a Saviour, who will be with me to the end. You may not think I'm pretty and you laugh at me in scorn. And often when you gather, you think to toot your horn. But I pray your eyes be opened, for only then you'll see. I am the Master's, work of art and I carry His love in me.

 Hypocrite... Hypocrite, I urge you to pray. For the day is fast approaching and for your choices you must pay. Get on your knees and repent before the Lord. And ask for forgiveness and come away from discord. The Scripture says, in Matthew chapter 6... That the glory of men, is what the hypocrites seek. If your eyes be so blind and your ears be so deaf.. Your failure in knowledge, will forever make you weak. Do not advertise, what the Lord did not command. For where your treasure is, there you will stand. Let the pleasure of the Lord, be the mountain you must climb. So goodness and mercy, forever be your rhyme. Hypocrite... Hypocrite, where is your home? Are you marching into Zion, or will hell be your dome? The day is surely coming, when the trumpet will be sound. So come into the ark and find rest on heaven's ground. Do not be so wise, like the Pharoahs of this world. For everything on sale, will be wolves to unfold. The life that you live, will decide where you go. And the bed ...

 Father God, I come to you. With my heart in my hand, though my words might be few. Today has been, such a beautiful day. And with gratitude my Daddy, I bow my head to pray. Thank you so much, for your protection and such. For without you near me, I cannot do anything much. Your grace was sufficient and your wine filled my cup. And your strength deep inside me, kept me from being a flop. At the dawn of the day, I felt the touch of your hand. And I knew without asking, that with mercy, I would stand. As the wind blew my hair and I listened with my ear. The sound of your voice, gave me reasons to cheer. As I tarried through the course, you set before me today. I thought without reason, how you answered my prayer. For the gathering of sheep, was my privilege to ask. And by faith for to grab, lost souls were my task. So Heavenly Father, my friend to the end. I pray as you bless me, I will give and not lend. For there are those whose cupboards, are laden with dust. And awaiting Jireh's ...

 My body trembles, at the sound of your voice. And my heart beats faster, as my soul rejoice. The never-ending hope, of your consuming fire... Is my constant companion, to destroy every thorn and briar. In the Lion's Den, my love is found. Where hunger waits and knows no bound. Fear departs, where grace abides. And I am covered, from all sides. The penetrating look of seal. Speaks of what, is more than real. For deep within my soul, I rest. From every weight, that is a test. Magnifying through the dark... Comes rays of sunbeam, like a spark. Where once I stood, in bondage sad... Now in Jesus, I am glad. My love for you, I can't explain. For words elude me, like a grain. But as I climb, each step up high. I will bid the world goodbye.

 Have you ever been so deeply in love, that you feel you cannot breathe without being next to that person?  If you have, then you will understand how I feel.  I feel lost without Jesus. I feel lonely without Jesus. He is my passion. He is the air I breathe. He is my life's blood. I am consumed by His Presence. My life revolves around Him. I cannot imagine my life without Him in it. When I am awake, I need Him. When I am asleep, I need Him. When I go out, I need Him. When I come in, I need Him. I am who I am only because of Jesus. Others may not like me, but Jesus loves me. Others may not understand me, but Jesus understands me. Others may turn their backs on me, but Jesus never does.  Where can I go, that He cannot find me..... I can search the whole wide world and never find anyone like Him. He is my solid foundation and upon Him, I stand.  One of these days, I will get to look upon Him, with star-studded eyes.... and hold Him and never let Him go. Jesus belong...

 I fell asleep in your arms and I did not know. But the warmth of your body, was my blanket's flow. All through the night, I was safe by your side. As the nightingale sang, under the pale moonlight. My blessings lie in you, as we jointly connect. And with every curling fortune, what is dead, resurrect. When I go to the Lord and I surrender my love... The infilling perfume, fits us both like a glove. Whatever the season, in my journey with you. I know it is joyous, because it will be new. Each moment we breathe, the freshness of life. I am always grateful, that you chose me as your wife. At times there are placements, of rough, rugged paths. But when you hold my hand, our tub is milk feathered baths. At the close of the day, when I look into your eyes. I see a sweet reflection, of no more goodbyes.

 The devil will do whatsoever is necessary, to destroy you, my husband. He is cunning, he is crafty and will drop you where you stand. His mission for your life, is to frustrate you into hell. But in the name of Jesus Christ, I declare that IT IS WELL. I am your spiritual neck, oh husband of mine. And I will turn around, everything that is unkind. Though sorrow may come, you will never be alone. For together, you and I, we will fight to the bone. What God has joined together, no devil could put asunder. And as your rib clutches mine, in love we will plunder. I will pray everyday, with love and great faith. That my husband is protected and lifted from every weight. In the natural, it is hard, when fear comes calling. And shining ever brightly, are the darkness, that keeps falling. Yet hope is in my hands and with the Lord as my shield.  We will persevere together and see the enemy yield. I am your strength, in times when you are weak. And I will watch your back, for in prayer, ...

 There will always be a crowd, when you say yes. For the act of your giving, will be a cut above the rest. There are those who by kindness, will wipe the dust off your feet. For therein lies the challenge, where the devil sifts like wheat. The company you keep, will be trees that might bear..... Fruits of the vine or heartache filled with fear. You must learn to discern, what God has for you. So come out from among them and follow what is new. Like wolves, the pack will come, when there are many gifts to give. But look beyond the natural and pray that they will live. Rejoice through every valley, but rise above the test. To show forth strength and comfort, because you serve the Best. Withholding your abundance, might leave you in the dark.. But know that God is with you and you are in the Ark. Lift up your eyes to heaven and see your golden crown. With your cup of consolation, that you are glory bound.

 I must die, before I can live. To all that beholds me, so my life, I can give. It is not for you to know, why my grave is open wide. For in my choice to live for Jesus, the world must be cast aside. I die everyday, to things like anger and much hate. For when I worship God, I must let go every weight. My fears have all been killed and worry has no place. Till the turning of the tide, I must be worthy of this race. Sometimes the lonely hours and the tears I cry so much. Are closely knit together, for to grab ahold and clutch. Where once beneath the fig tree, I was hidden, so I thought. Christ The Lord, He saw me and heard me, as I sought. If you should see me fading, as I choose a different path. Understand my journey, must be cleared from every wrath. The chains that held bound, have been destroyed by The Blood. And now until forever, I serve Jesus, like a flood. This river I must swim in, is not for the fainted heart.  For there will be piranhas, to kill me, when I start. Wh...

 I'm sitting on my couch and reflecting about my life.  And I cannot help but smile, that I am a grateful wife. I struggled for years and cried so much tears. But every day I rise and overcome my fears. I look at my husband and I think in my heart. That God must truly love me, for HE painted him like art. So often in the past, I prayed for a love..... To come and stay the course and be gentle like a dove. All through my insecurities and silent, hated wars. I banged on heaven's doors, with tears upon my floors. When those I thought were friends, were the ones I did not know. God's mercy kept me, through my trials, so I might grow. With gratitude in worship, I bow before the King. To shout a Hallelujah, with rejoicing, as I sing. For it was way down in the valley, that I learned to call the Lord. So today, by grace I continue, to see through every fraud. There are miles ahead to cover, on my way to glory land. And perhaps there may be potholes, or stones across the sand. What...

 Can you drink from my cup, I was asked long ago. For what I require, is much more than you will know. The road will be rocky and your home will be your hat. And the ones you think are friends, will be those who knock you flat. If you choose to follow ME, you will cry a million tears. And every path you follow, you will meet with cares and fears. There will be times of loneliness and burdens on your back. But I will never leave you and you will never lack. In your hunger, I will feed you, to make sure you are strong. For there would come so many, to speak with words so wrong. By day my cloud will shield you and by night, you will be warm. For angels will surround you, just like bees, when they all swarm. I will go before you and clear each troubled path. For deep down in the valley, will be cunning, crafty darts. The light to rule the night, I will set to be your guard. For drinking from my cup, will be comfort, when you are sad.

 I am so hungry and I need to be fed. So pour into my heart, that my footsteps be led. Let me feast in your presence, that my life be so filled. Till forever and always, I may be strong willed. My life is not my own, I am happy to concede. What the Lord commands, as His sheep, I will feed. The yearning of my heart, is the churning of my soul. And with every breath I take, I know heaven is my goal. This longing is a wonder, like an empty pot of gold. And every day my craving, is my essence, yet untold. Into the Holy Place, where I meet with my King. I lay my head in splendor, as passion hear me sing. This overwhelming feeling, could never be explained. And shining ever brightly, are not stains with deep disdain. When love comes softly singing, I am beaconed like a lark. For Christ in me will broaden, every curtain, with a spark. I feel my fingers tingle and I know the Lord is near. For lying down beside me, is the One who calls me dear. Where I go tomorrow, this much I know not. But...

The Lord is a jealous God. Those of you who read the Bible would know what the Word of God says.  It is important to note that even in this generation, it stays the same. So many times, you will hear people say.... he/she is my mentor.... I believe in them..... I want to be just like them. But do you truly comprehend what is being said? As a believer in Jesus, our only mentor should indeed be JESUS CHRIST. He is the Mentor of mentors.  Everything you need to know, is wrapped up in Him and Him alone. Yes, it is important to learn.... to explore.... to have a teachable spirit... and to educate yourself, in the precepts and principles of the Most High God... But when words are spoken about accepting a human being, as your mentor.... then you are telling the Lord, that He is not good enough, to equip you with everything you need... Behind closed doors, you do not know the true essence of the individual you are being mentored by. You do not know if they have a prayer life. You do ...

 I am beautiful indeed and I say it with pride. I am fashioned with love, to be the Lord's own bride. From heaven I came and to heaven I will go. As the east to the west, may the earth ever know. As a child of the King, I will never be a stray. For I was predestined, that in God, I will stay. By His grace, I will stand and obey the commands. Of the one who shed His Blood, so there's healing in the land. With hands I was fashioned and formed, with delight. To launch out in the deep and walk by faith and not sight. Around the walls of Jericho, the trumpet will be heard. As I raise a Hallelujah and I preach, the Lord's own Word. When your eyes look upon me, know that I am blessed. For Thy Kingdom come, for me, above the rest. To travel the path, where others fear to trod. Obediently I journey, equipped with Aaron's rod. My time on earth is surrendered, to the one who gave His life. And treasures are in storage, to my Husband, from His wife. Just beyond the horizon, Christm...

 You have never been a wilderness to me. You have never been an empty cup. Within my hands you have placed your own. And every day, I am called your own. My eyes have looked beyond the vail. And shining brightly, I always prevail. Places I must go and lay. Have been prepared, for my time to stay. Every day, I lean on you. To count my blessings and drink your dew. I know within your heart, I blend. With matchless strides, until my end. You are never far away. For in your Word, I rise and lay. Through troubled waters, I swim with might. Because I know, you are my guiding light. Sorrow says, I must stay down. Yet joy comes gently, so I am not bound. With hope I look, toward the hills. To catch my breath and drink my fill.

 There are some who think they know everything about me. Their perceptions and opinions are often shared among those with itching ears.  Perhaps in their thought passageways, the depth of what they presume to be knowledgeable about, is real. Oftentimes they are unaware of the consequences of their actions. Placement of pain, eludes those who are stringent in the midst of adversity. The ark of safety brings satisfaction to what they deem as being rejoicing.  It is often said, that empty vessels make the most noise. The understanding of some may not be yours. It is important to know those who surrounds you. Those who lift you up. Those who strive to bring you healing, in the twinkling of your despair. Do not allow yourself to be a partaker to other people's demise. God is going to hold you accountable for the choices you make. Come out from among them and be separate. In cautious prevail, let your light shine among those who choose to live in darkness. 

 Do you look at yourself, in the mirror everyday..... And say to the Lord, I will always be okay..... With your hand on your heart and your eyes filled with tears... Beyond your understanding, you do not have any fears? Have you tasted and seen, the table prepared..... The Smorgasbord of dishes, including heaven's bread.... The fruits from the vineyard and the cup filled with wine.. Meet for your pleasure, with the Master as you dine? Heart of the love, built with compassion for you. Places you will go, prepared only, for a few. While you ponder and you pout... Think of Jesus all about. For beyond the rising sun... There are souls to be won. Have you raised a Hallelujah, before you walked out the door.... And ushered in the presence, of the Lord, from your core? If you thought to yourself, today is just a day. Perhaps you will remember, the Cross, was made a way. Let not your heart be troubled. Let not your best be shunned. With God, all things are possible. From now, till kingdom ...

Word of the day, Oh sheep gone astray. Are you ready and prepared, to meet the Lord someday? Are your garments spotless....  Are you washed in the Blood.... For before you blink twice, He will come, like a flood. Make haste my brethren and do not delay. The door is wide open, so come and eat while it's day. Let your ears hear The Word. Let your voices be heard. The Master is calling.... while your enemies are falling.  The time is drawing closer, so have your lamp in your hand. And be sure there is oil, for to grab where you stand. The horses are all fed and the trumpet on alert. For the King cometh quickly... So be sure your loins are girt. Do not be caught dead, with your head in the sand. For the musicians are ready, with heaven's angel band. Your life is at risk, if you make the wrong choice. So hasten your footsteps... And watch the King, as He rejoice. Look unto the fields, while the harvest is ripe. For soon tomorrow comes, where no tears, will it wipe. Say goodbye to t...

 Today, today, I will kneel and pray. I will say to the Lord, He is the only way. From my heart to the heavens, without any delay. Dear Lord, hide me, from all pain and decay. Unmoved I will be, in my way, that be clear. As mountains will melt, so my trees can all bear. With power and with might, I will go deep in prayer. So heaven will rejoice, without sorrow and tear. Oh wretched man that I am, may my soul be so filled. For mercy and grace, were all paid from the till. Up will I rise, to fight to the end. For with greater than the wind, my enemies will bend. Perhaps I may be, all weak to my knees. Where wilderness flows, without the buzzing of the bees. Whatever the cost, I will die to myself. To be a chosen vessel, without dust on the shelf. My life is not my own, so I was told. And there is much to do, to bring sheep into the fold. My net I will cast, as I launch out into the deep. To reap a mighty harvest, without slumber or sleep.