Good Morning My Loves

 They may not respond, the way you want them to... And they may not look, the way you think they should.. But in all that you do, speak the name of the Lord... And keep faith alive, for transformation to be done. You might have expectations, about what they should say... But somehow or other, you might feel betrayed... Arise and continue, to press on with glee... And trust God to see you, be united and free. You might be tempted to rage, because of your fear.... For you hunger with passion, for lost souls everywhere. But when trials come calling and your tears start to fall... Remember the promises, of God to all. If your eyes grow dim and you only see with your heart... May your strides as you journey, be blessed from the start. Never give up, on what you are worth... For the weakness in others, is your strength from birth. Gather the roses and speak to the wind... To bring forth the lost and forgive those who have sinned. Your purpose on earth, is to love and embrace... The sons and

 You cannot save the world, if you are behind a closed door. For those on the outside, are dying on the floor. The harvest is ripe, but you are fast asleep... And the souls that are bound, are naked as they weep. The labour in the vineyard, is not in shining light.. And hungry are the sheep, who cannot walk with might. The cries of the heart, is banging on the wall... So hasten your footsteps and heed to every call. Why are you within, when without shouts your name... And defeat in the valley, forever stays the same. Get up while it's day and launch out in the deep.... And cast your nets with prayer, so no blood would make you weep. Hunger for the lost and go out in the field... Open wide the door and feed those who will yield. Time is fast approaching, when judgment will begin... So be sure to ride the tide and pray for those in sin.

 There is coming a day, when the trumpet will sound... And those of the Lord, will no longer be found. The ones who are sleeping, in Jesus The Christ... Will all be awake, before the cock crows thrice. Gather your children and keep your lamps full... And separate yourself, from the dark raging bull. The days may be short and the nights may be cold... But awake to the watch and be fearless and bold. Two will be toiling, way out in the field.... Two will be grinding and bending for to yield. One shall be taken and the other left behind... So put your house in order and look up for the sign. Two thousand years have passed and the time is  at hand... For those who are called, to be counted as the sand. Be sure your address, is written in red ink.. For before you blink twice, you will swim or you will sink. There are some who will say, we preach fables from of old... And laugh in our faces, as they mock us with their gold. Forgive them my children and keep your eyes on Me... For when the tr

 Since birth I was told, I am called to be wise... To follow after righteousness and not wear a disguise. That the God on the mountain, is the God in the plain.. And wherever He leads me, I will always be in gain. The process of milk, I drink from His cup... To strengthen my bones, so I wouldn't drop. By day and by night, a feast is prepared... So I am sustained, by the Lord's own bread. As I journey from Gilgal, to Jericho Road... I ponder to myself, about the seeds that were sown. The secrets in planting, with words from above... Began manifesting, like God's gentle dove. Though bleeding profusely, at the side of the road... I lifted my voice and cried... HELP ME OH LORD. Upon my poor body, like Gilead's balm.. Came the nail pierced hands, of The Lion and The Lamb.

 A remnant is rising, from the corners of the globe.... With hunger and thirst, to wear a royal robe. They are armed to the hilt, with power and with might.. To spread the love of Jesus, by faith and not by sight. The ones who are called, will walk a lonely road... But their yearnings will be fed, with God's Holy Word. The pasture will be green and the waters will be still... To comfort them in trials and to drink to their fill. The mountains they must climb, might be covered with thorns... But their clothes will be scarlet, with armour to adorn. The sword they will hold, will be sharper than the rest... For above all earthly vessels, they will always have the best. The crying for the lost, will be heard from the hills... In all their endeavours, their favours will be skills. They will run like the wind and fight to the end... For more than a conqueror, The Blood is their friend.

 Love me or hate me, I will always arise... For day after day, I do not wear a disguise. My life in this world, is to do the Lord's will. And nothing you can do, could bring me to nil. Every day I get up, I have a blessing in store... To love those around me and knock on heaven's front door. As a carrier of the anointing, I am charged to obey. To feed the hungry sheep, so they wouldn't go astray. By faith I will stand, alone if I must.. And follow Jesus's footsteps, for in Him is my trust. In all that I do, I remember who I am... For my anchor in the storm, is also my calm. Before I was born, I was chosen by God... And destined for purpose and to fight with His sword. The words that I speak, is not mine to behold. For the power of my tongue, is worth more than pure gold. To you I am worthless, but in God I have worth... And through every trial, a new chapter will birth. If down on my knees, my heart must be fed... Then Glory Hallelujah, to the Lamb I am wed.

 I choose to love you, because you are real. In the midnight hour, when darkness surrounds me, I am protected by you. With there's no one around, to offer me some comfort... I am comforted by you. I wish I could hug you and hold you so tight.  I wish I could see you, like the morning sunlight. I know you are there, because I feel you everywhere. But I hunger for more, than the grandest cheer. From the moment I knew you, I could not escape. With so much affection, I walked past your gate. Miles upon miles, through trials and storms... I surrendered my heart and got it reformed. If wishes were horses, I know I would ride.. For since I was a child, I would wish you as my guide. Now I am grown, I wish for no more... For in prayer I commit, my soul and my core. In dreams I would dance, like David once danced... And sing of your goodness, with joy for my chance. I look to the east, in hope for a ray... Of tapestry in scarlet and in your arms to stay.

 I have your blessings, covered in My hands... And I smile and rejoice, at the cutting of your bands. My heart is overwhelmed, for I love you so much... But you don't even see Me, or hunger for my touch. I send you My rain, to wash you like new... And I water your grass, with My morning dew. I give you abundance, to share with your friends.  But you fill up your barns, with greed till it ends. I look down from heaven and I ache in My heart... For I long to embrace you and give you a new start. All that I promised and destined for you... Is not enough to make you, reject the worldly cue. I sent My only Son, to die on the Cross.... So every drop of Blood, could purity the lost. I gave you a will, to choose who you serve... But with tears in My eyes, you will get what you deserve. As much as I blow, my breeze upon you... To cleanse you from dust and make you like new. I cannot make your heart, beat as My own... And one of these days, you will reap what you have sown.

 I can tell you all about Jesus and why He came on earth.... And I can say He shed His Blood, so that you could know your worth... But it is your choice to believe, the words that I say. I can speak and declare, healing in your bones.... And ask the Lord to guide you and protect you from all stones..... But if you don't believe, in the power of His name.... You are the one, who will be filled with shame. I can give you a Bible, with everything therein. So the words that are written, can cleanse you from all sin.... I can show you every line, about the promises of God... But if you don't believe, you will live in nothing, but discord. I can tell you, Jesus loves you... And I can tell you that He cares... I can bring you wine and roses... from His orchard and His wares... But all that I do, will not melt your stone cold heart... If you don't believe, that in Jesus, you will have a brand new start.

 Where could I go, but to the Lord.... When I'm told what I do, is making you bored... I give of my best, but there are mountains to climb... But I will endure to the end and take one day at a time. I know what I do, is in alignment to You... And the love of the Lord, must make you like new. But the beating of your heart, is not from above... So I wait by faith, like Noah with the dove. To make a difference, is what I was told... For everywhere I look, there is nothing but cold. I go where I'm sent, to do the Lord's will... And listen to the voice, that says, be still. The life that I live, I live for the Lord... And the time I am given, there must be no discord. Tomorrow may never, be mine to see... But to die or to live , I will always be free.

 You may be rejected by man, but not by God. You may be looked upon as filth, but God says you are beautiful. You may be counted unworthy by man, but God says you belong to Him. You may be told you are unlovable, but God loves you so much, He sent His only Son to die on the Cross for you. You may be hungry, but God will always prepare a table before you, even in the presence of your enemies. You may be thirsty, but God will give you Living Water. You may be weak, but God's strength is made perfect in your weakness. You may be lonely, but God is with you always, even to the end. You may be sick, but God is your healer. You may be lying down on a bed of affliction, but you will rise and take up your bed and walk in Jesus name. You may be living in captivity, but who the Son of Man sets free, is free indeed. You may be homeless, but God is your shelter. You may be hopeless, but God will give you hope. You may be lost, but God will leave the Ninety and nine and go look for you. You may

 The only one qualified to throw a stone at you, is the One that says I WILL NOT. The God of mercy, forgives your sins.... while those around you, wants you dead.  The child of the King, stands tall and proud, in the midst of adversity, though lying on the ground. For the God of purpose, is your shield.... and in His eyes, the grass is your field. While you wait by the pool, for the angel to come... in tears and in sorrow, you are treated like scum. But the pruning and prevailing has come to an end... for your miracle has come, with your Best Friend. Your days in the prison, of shame and fear... has come to a halt, because Jesus is here. Out of the land, of  bondage and weight... the Lord has come, because of your faith. Out of the ashes, you will rise... with strength and with power, to see the enemy's disguise. Every plan and attack, every word of discord, you will Return to Sender,  in the name of the Lord.

 The reflection in the mirror is Me. The one who looks back and I see. The hair all disheveled and the lofty half grin... and the clothes, with the rip and the tear. To those looking in, I am as neat as a pin. For acting on a stage, is my ultimate sin. I dab on some power and a splash of perfume.... and for money in the bank, I enter my tomb. I allow you to see, who I would never be. For the portrait I paint, is not the real me. I hide in a shell, away from the world.... for destiny calls, when my toes are curled. Maybe tomorrow, you might look beneath... And find me shaken and sifted like wheat. If the cry of my heart, draws you within.... Then understand my darling, you will always win. The one that is Me, is willing to shine... When the Lord says Yes and gives me a sign. Till then, in a cocoon, covered by faith...... I wait in expectation, at the Beautiful Gate.

 I sat and I thought, about the mountains in front.... And I cried in despair, for my lack and my want. All I could see, were the falling rocks... For my eyes were blind, to the remover of the blocks. Twice in the past, I tried and I failed... And my heart was so broken, with rejection, I wailed. All that was needed, was faith in my God... But my cloudy vision, had me bound with discord. I dream and I dream, of travelling afar. To unknown places, on roads of tar. The fragrance of roses and the dew on the grass.... Could feast on my breasts, like Solomon's lass. On mornings I awake and I look to the sky.. To embrace the bright sunshine, without wondering why. My horizon one day, might be clear to be seen... For favour comes softly, to those who are clean .

 In the blink of an eye, you will roam no more. For goodbye will be said, just like a folklore. Your time will be up and you will be gone. And tears will come running and hearts will be forlorn. The time you were here, may be forgotten in time. The clothes that you wore, might become trash or grime. The ones you once loved, may cry for a while... And the memories you left, my disappear like a style. You are not the same, as the one next to you. Though you breathe the same air and enjoy the morning dew. Your life as a map, must be led to the Cross. For before you blink twice, your breath could be lost. It is important to live, in the light of the Lord. To show forth His love and not promote discord. What you cherish on earth, will all stay behind. And only in Jesus, in heaven you will dine. Let the legacies of God, be poured out like wine. So those you leave behind, could be touched and refined. The day will soon come, when the treasures you store... Will determine if heaven, or hell be

 I could tell you Jesus loves you a hundred thousand times..... but if you do not believe it, then you would never know how beautiful and perfect His love truly is. I could pray for you every single day and encourage you in the Lord... but you have to want Him and surrender your all to Him. I could hold your hand and lead you to the Lord.... but if you don't accept Him, then hell will be your home. I could read to you from the Bible, about the promises of God.... but if you don't receive it by faith, then none will come forth for you. I could visit you in the morning or call you in the night.... and plead the Blood of Jesus over you and your family.... but if you keep rejecting it, then you will always be exposed to the enemy. I cannot make you love Jesus. I cannot force you to choose Him. I cannot push you on the narrow road. I cannot make you drink from the Lord's cup. You need to want Him for yourself.

 God said in His Word, there is a place filled with peace.. Where the Lion and the Lamb, will both be at ease. The streets will be gold and the gate is of pearl.. And the absence of tears, is out of this world. The table is prepared and the fruit of the vine... And roses and lilies, are all intertwine. Angels in white, all wait for the call... To welcome you in, where there is no wall. There's a book to be open , to check for your name... To know if you chose Jesus and was never more the same. To endure to the end, to call heaven your home... Is only for the ones, who choose Jesus as they roam. Time is not your own and tomorrow may not be... So the choice you make today, will determine if you are free. The door to the front, is the only one to know.. So hasten your footsteps or reap the seeds that you sow. While you can breathe, what you can never give... Be sure to be grateful, or die before you live. Nothing on this earth, is worth eternal hell.. So I beseech you brethren, to dec

 You might be offended, when I speak about the Lord... You might say, it is boring and suck your teeth with discord. For those just like you, whose mind is made up.... The seeds that you sow, is what will fill your cup. There are two roads to choose from, so choose yours with care... For your eternal destiny, comes with deep prayer. Without the Blood of Jesus, to make you white as snow... You are doomed to spend forever, where peace will never go. You might laugh at the ones, who choose the narrow way... Who fall many times, but the Lord don't betray. While you gain the whole world, in houses and land... The ones you laughed at, will be those who will stand. Write in your heart, the treasures of the Lord... In gold upon tables, with brokenness and sword. Rise up and fight, the good fight of faith.. For tomorrow comes quickly and you might be too late. While the daylight is here, learn to trust and obey... For darkness is hasting and I hope you don't pay. Where the cost of the C

 I cannot imagine, what God has prepared.... For my heart is too small and my mind is full of dread. I think to myself, that His arms are open wide.... To receive me in glory, with my soul by His side. I read in His Word, about a crown made of gold.... For those who chose Him and not the prince of this world. The Prophets of old, were Thus Saith The Lord. To deliver the message, with an arrow and sword. The blessing of freedom, to go before the King... To pour out my heart, with words that I sing.. To hope in the valley, where adversity barks.. Beckons my core, as my gratitude sparks. Lowly I am, in this sinful world... Yet favour comes running, for my eyes to behold. At the close of the day, I am His to command. In all that I do, by faith I will stand. Perhaps in the past, a prayer was lifted up... To accompany my journey, as I drink from my cup. Where once I was lost, I am lost no more.... For God sent His Son, to bring me to His door.

 We may be different, in body and soul... And perhaps in attitude, we may achieve our goal. But the one who sits, on the throne on high... Calls us by name, without telling us why. We are one body and we are one bread. And we represent Jesus, to those who are dead. Where we go, He will know, for there are seeds to sow. And the cup of the blessings, will forever grow. Once upon a time, our fathers walked the earth. And they cried out to God, for all HE was worth. The deeds and the dice, that were cast on the ground.... Became the legacies, we should never spread around. Be what you must, but know there's a cost. For choices you make, might cause you to be lost. Keep your eyes on the prize, for the day will soon come. When the gathering of saints, will be ripe like a plum.

When the Spirit of the Lord descends upon me, I am no longer Me. I am transformed into a royal robed instrument, adorned in the essence of worship.  I can feel the Presence of the Lord, as HE moves within my soul, drawing me deeper and deeper into HIM. The depth of my heart transcends like a melody, whereby I cry... Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord God Almighty. My worship becomes groanings that cannot be uttered, as I enter into the Holiest of Holy. It is just my Father and Me, in the secret place, of an absolute, effervescent love affair. The clovenness of my tongue, bears record of what I am saying. My voice is lifted.... My hands dance.... My belly yearns.... My heart aches. The different languages bursts forth and I cry... Mercy Me. Who am I without You Lord....  Who am I without You..... Every hour, of every day, for the rest of my life, I am Yours. Withholding nothing. 

 The wisdom of God, is a mystery to some. For without understanding, they will always be dumb. If the princes of this world, could unravel the gift. Then nothing they would do, could be manifold or swift. The parables of God, are for those who are called. To follow the instructions, while the world remains stalled. Where the labour is bare, the sheep will be fed. For separation severs, who choose not to wed. As a man thinketh, so is he. For in strength or in weakness, all eyes will see. Out of his mouth, comes blessings and more. As a witness in heaven, or hell's open door.

 If you hear a storm is coming, you hurry inside.... And board up your windows and not open them wide. You run to the store and stock up on supplies... For trouble is coming, with the locusts and flies. As you hear on the news, you must cover your head.... Without any questions, your heart is made fed. You fear and you worry, that all be not well... But never believe, what the Scriptures foretell. In trials and in suffering, you call upon the Lord... In hope that His mercy, will not come with discord. At your earliest convenience, you presume that His name... Will eradicate every mountain and you get all the fame. How things are found wanting, in your pursuit of fair... For what you think worthy, is just filled with despair. When Glory shall come, you will leave it all behind.. For naked you came and and naked be your kind.

 Oh remnant, Oh remnant, I am calling you hither. The time is drawing closer, may your heart not wither. The day is at hand, so tarry no more. Your homeland awaits, so take heed to the core. From the east and the west, from the north and the south. I will gather my children and tell them what I am about. Before my arrival, I must bring in my sheep. For the enemy is lurking, to destroy you as you sleep. The owner of your reins and the comfort of your home. Stands at attention, in welcome from where you roam. Like the eagles that fly and soar up to the sky.... So my dear children, you need to kiss this world goodbye. Soon I will come and gather those I've called. And fill every cup, with wonder that was stalled. Be sure of your name, is written in my book. For as you sleep tonight, you might not get a second look.

 How can you say you love Jesus, but you hate your neighbour? How can you ask God.. who you cannot see, to forgive you of your sins, but you cannot forgive those you can see?  You quote the Scripture and say.... no weapon formed against me shall prosper.... and every tongue that rise up against me, the Lord will condemn.... But do you truly comprehend the gist of what you are saying? Ninety-nine percent of the time, you are your own weapon formed against yourself.... because of hate and unforgiveness inside your heart and your usage of unsalted words, that shoot like arrows. The favour of Almighty God, will only come when your life is in alignment to the Word of God and His Will for your life.  You cannot be married to the Lamb and commit adultery with the devil.... and expect that goodness and mercy will follow you all the days of your life. Your life.... your freewill choices.... your limited time here on earth, must be a reflection of who YOU are and who God is, if you want to lie d

 Walk by my side, every day of my life. And shelter me with mercy, as a husband to his wife. In all that I do, may I never break your heart. For I count it a joy, to renew my daily path. I died to myself, when I chose the narrow path. And in faithfulness I tarry, with a broken and contrite heart. Unworthy I am, to come beyond the vail. Yet in surrender, I am grateful for my bail. Where I once was, I am no longer there. For You brought me out from bondage and into your loving care. To know I am chosen, to launch out in the deep. Fills me with gladness, and I don't have to weep.

 I sit and imagine, the things I would say... When I stand before the Lord, alone on judgment day. Would my voice sound the same, or be transformed with delight.... I wait with great fear, but by faith and not sight. Often I would say, to those who are near... To put your trust in Jesus and worship Him so dear. For the race is not for those, who can run like a light. But it is for those, who endure through every fight. In prayer I would go, every minute of the day. And say to the Lord, to save a soul along the way. One at a time, could change the whole world. For chasing a thousand, would make demons feet cold. Perhaps in this life, I might travel afar. And see the horizons, amidst every scar. To touch just one heart and set them aflame.... Is more than sufficient, for they'll never be the same.

 I hope in my heart, to look upon Your face. And wrap my arms around You, as I feel your warm embrace. To run my fingers through Your hair and kiss Your nail scarred feet. Is more than my desire, to make me complete. As the elders bow in worship, I pray my eyes to see. For the old time religion, is what taught me to be free. Beyond the crystal river, there my Saviour waits for me. And I pray the day will come, so in glory I will be. For the time I am here, I pray by faith to grow. So goodness and mercy, I will always know. Today while I tarry, I say it is well. For tomorrow comes quickly, when Righteousness will swell.

 I listen to my heartbeat and I think of the Cross... And I say to myself, I once was so lost. You took upon yourself, every burden and fate. And gave up your life, so I wouldn't carry any weight. The cost of the Cross, I cannot ever repay.... And the sacrifice You made, on the wood as you lay... Were the granting of freedom, from inside my prison bars.. And healing me from, all my sickness and scars. Once upon a time, I was destined for hell... Because everything within me, I thought was so well. But God in His mercy, did not want me to go. So He sent His only Son, to keep me from woe. The life I now live, I live for the Lord. And pleasing Him only, I do as His ward. It is not for you to know, why I love Him so much. For all I can remember, is His supernatural touch.

 The food of my faith, is the hearing of the Word. In all that I do, in all that is heard. I am most unworthy, to question God's great plan.... But everyday I rise up, for His Word says I can. Precious are the plans, the Lord has for me. For underneath His arms, I am sheltered as can be. Every place I go, it was given un to me. From the wilderness and desert, to the Hills where eagles be. I remember being lost and thought I couldn't be found. And I cried day and night, for in chains I was bound. Then a voice gently whispered, be strong and not afraid. For I will never leave you and will always be your aid. There's a scarlet line in my window, for the promise to be seen. And the place whereon I stand, is as holy as is clean. I will live and not die, for my house is not on sand. For the blowing of the trumpet and the shout, will take this land.

 You are my vanilla ice cream, with a cherry on top. And I combine all the flavours, as I lick every drop. In hunger I seek more,  so I knock on Your door. In earnest expectation, as I bow to the floor. The sugar in my tea, are like mountains that melt. For the presence of the Lord, is the leather on my belt. As manna falls from heaven, like raindrops on my head. The feasting of Your Word, is where I make my bed. Lover of my soul, I am yours to the core. For with boldness as a lion, I will shout with great roar. As Job in my latter, I am blessed above the rest. For when persecutions come, I will pass every test. Favour, faith and fortune, I will taste everyday. For the promises of God, are the gold on my way. Like the fruit of the vine, I will drink to my fill. And pour into others, to do the Lord's will.

 Ask the people in my home, who I am everyday. For they are the ones, who see me walk along the way. They know if my fruits, are ripe for the harvest. And they know if it's rotten and I live as a pest. Talk to the ones, who see me behind closed doors. For they can tell you stories, of the battles and the wars. If I dress to impress, or wear armour of gold. They are the ones, who can tell you, if to the Kingdom I am sold. Talk to my wheel, inside every wheel. For they are the voices, who hear if I am real. Listen to their words, as they unfold every line. Of who I am within, when we all sit and dine. Talk to the ones, who dry my tears away. And help me be strong, when Satan sends a stray. They are the people, who see the real me. And know if my home, is a place where I am free. Talk to the ones, who know how deep I go.... For in prayer I cry out, for mercy yet to know. They are the ones, who stand by my side. To encourage me in worship, as I kiss this world goodbye.

 You are the apple of my eye and the air that I breathe. And in the morning when I awake, I am more than complete. I know by your grace, I will fulfill my course. For I am destined to succeed and will forever be a boss. I choose YOU in the morning and I choose YOU in the night. For I walk ever boldly, by faith and not by sight. From your cup I will drink and pour into others. For to save a soul today, will be less in Satan's clutters. Before I was formed, in the heart of the womb.... I was called to be bold and come out of the tomb. A warrior in battle, to fight and defend... Is my earthly purpose, till my time comes to an end. As I walk through the valley, of the shadow of death. I will overcome all evil, for my needs will be met. A stranger I may be, as I sojourn in this land. But if you come against me, I will eradicate every plan. I am meek in my person, but matchless in my stride. In all that I do, every door opens wide. Up I will rise and remember who I am. For with Jesus on

 Oh ye of little faith.... If you trust Me, you will praise Me while you wait. I told you not to worry and I told you not to fear. For everywhere you go, know that I am always near. You read my Word on Sunday and think it is enough. But if you do not eat my feast, you won't stand when times are rough. My promise I have given, to be your sword and shield. So come into my presence and worship as you yield. Do not presume to use me, when you think the time is right. For I won't wait forever, while you party in the night. Today I am your Saviour, but tomorrow I will be your judge. So slack not your riding and come home without a budge. I did not name you Jonah, for you are not like him. And your sacrifice of giving, must never become dim. Climb upon the Cycomore and watch me as I go. For to your house I carry, untold blessings you don't know.

 I am not ashamed, of the gospel of God. For it is sharper than any, two-edged sword. My life I have given, to the only One who died. And I have no regrets, or any reason to cry. It is not for you to know, why I chose the narrow way. Or to understand or question, the reason why I pray. You were not nailed, for all the world to see... On the Cross, where the Lamb, was crucified for me. I will shake the dust off and rise to the test. And say to the Lord, I will always try my best. At times in the valley, I will give a loud shout. But the open ears of Jesus, will stiffle every doubt. You may not like the way, I speak the Word of God. And you may not come rejoicing, when I say, Jesus is my Lord. When I stand on judgment day, to account for my life. The words I need to hear, is, welcome home My Wife. I go into my closet and shut the door behind. And lay my heart wide open, to my King who is so kind. With words of adoration, I thank Him for His love. For without grace and mercy, I would nev

I shall flourish like the grass, on a cool summer's day. For the dew up in heaven, will give water when I pray. More than a conqueror, I was promised I would be. To win every war, for by faith I would see. All the day long, I am challenged to be weak. And corrupt like a chain, are those I do not seek. My flesh and my heart, are not always like a board... But I will always be a green olive tree, planted in the house of the Lord. I will increase in riches and prosper in the world. For the wealth of the unjust, is laid for me in gold. I am guided with great counsel, to make my enemies flee. For the God of my salvation, shed His Blood for me. I am not a castaway, or uninvited guest. For where my Saviour is, I am blessed above the rest. The licking of the dust, is not my feast prepared. For Jesus plants the wheat and angels bake my bread. 

 Down in the valley, I am pruned to be wise. For the devil is lurking and covered in disguise. For me to be strong, I must trust in the Lord. And pray that the day, be not filled with discord. My praise calls to heaven, to come to my aid. For desperate need, sometimes make me afraid. If I slack off my riding, my blessings might decrease. But faithfulness in Jesus, will forever increase. I will sing of the mercies, of the Lord my God. For in the pursuit of happiness, He is my tightened cord. Though daily like raindrops, I remember who I am. I trust in the One, who is my safety and calm. My foes may come calling, but defeat be their fare. For what I have within me, is mercy with great care. My acquaintance in the darkness, is more than your daylight. Therefore I rejoice, with power and with might.

 I am desperately in need of Thee. For I cannot function and be, who I am called to be. Without divine favour, in all that I do. My life will be a mess and I will never be like new. The grace of the Lord, is sufficient for my soul. For with it I stand, as a lion to be bold. The gathering of saints, will one day be manifest. So I pray for you all, to be wise and pass each test. What shall we say, when we stand before the Lord? To account for our choices and talk about our God.. The journey of each day and the world we call home. Will all stay together, if we choose to forever roam. Often we will say, as we preach the Word of God.  To repent of your sins and accept Jesus as your Lord. There are those who take heed and those who turn away. But on the day of judgment, all will know, Jesus Is The Way. There are five who are wise and five who are not. There are those who are chosen and those as the wife of Lot. Choose this day who be God, for death might come tonight. So while you are breat

 I sit on my porch and I feel the warm breeze. And I think to myself, serving Jesus is an ease. To obey the commands, that were written in stone. Is more than sufficient, to give strength to every bone. I often ponder, about the workings of the heart. For transformation comes, and there it shall start. I try to understand, how much Jesus really cares. But every word evades me and I am overcome with tears. Thy word have I kept, very close to my heart. For in times of trouble, it is my chariot and ch art. Sometimes in great distress, I think of my freewill. But now and forever, Jesus is my still. If during my lifetime, I can spread the love of God. And touch just one soul, to accept Him as their Lord. I know that the chain, of taking baby steps. Will all work together, in going deeper depths.

 To follow the crowd and to be just like you... Was not my ordainment, or to have as my due. My orders from God, were written in gold. To show forth His love and to win every soul. I was destined from foundation, to walk a lonely road. And to carry out my duties, though heavy with load. While down in the valley, my feet might be sore. My step by step challenge, will never be a bore. My equipment I carry, with fearless delight. For in pursuit of purpose, I seek You by sight. With Grace by my side and wine in my cup. I will overcome every obstacle and with Jesus I will sup. At times of great trials, I value your hand. For without Mercy near me, I could not even stand. Though black as the night, be the ground where I lay.  With g oodness forever, I am grateful to stay. In all that I do, I boast in the Lord. For favour comes running, in the midst of discord. Though I seem all alone, my shadow is near. To fill me with splendor and erase every fear.

 Oh sheep gone astray, I am calling you home. From the land where you journeyed to roam. The ark is open wide and the pathway is clear. So let my love be your light, from the drear. The timbrel is sounding and there's wine in your cup. And a robe made with fine scarlet thread. The Lamb is prepared and your supper awaits. So come home while I wait at the gate. The ninety and nine are here by my side.... But I weep for the one I had died. Take comfort my child, though you eat with decay. I will shelter you along the way. Make haste while the sun, is shiny and bright. And let faith be your guiding light. If the close of the day bring you not close to me... Know for sure you are bound and not free. You may tarry with the tide and think there is time. But the door will be shut very soon. If you choose the broad road, I will sever every tie. And in hell you will hear me say goodbye.

 Grateful I am, of your presence oh Lord. For morning by morning, I will bow to you God. Up will I rise and overcome my fears. For hope in the day, will bring me no tears. The touch of your hand, as you give your command. The sweet words you whisper, are my reason to stand. Where you lead, I will go. For there are seeds for to sow. Withholding nothing, you are my meat that I know. Pride is aside and buried in the grave. For mercy keeps coming, when my banner is waved. The weaving on tapestry and linen is laid. To cover my nakedness, because of the price you paid. I dream of the day, when I look upon your face. And I hope to embrace you and thank you for grace. I weep in adoration as humbly I pray. For love ever softly, will always make a way.

Since days of old, often we were told... As women, we should rise before dawn. For men were to go, in the fields, for to sow... And their bread should be packed when they go. As keepers of the home, there was work to be done. For the family bond must be won. Though tired or weak, we would rise to the test. And be grateful, without much rest. With Grace, we would sweat, in sickness or in health.... To gather the wheat from the tare. For the scales from our eyes, were chips in the storm. And our laughter was heard everywhere. The challenge of age, touched the core of our hearts... For gratitude covered our love. Gathered fruits that were scattered, before it was lost. Were the souls to be won, at all cost. As women we know, we are bound to be met.... For a help mate, we are called to be. We will persevere together, in good times or bad.... And shine on till Glory comes.

 I am not a woman, to be kicked to the curb. And I am not a gentle, fearful little lamb. Who you think I may be, is not who I am. For I will hold you by the neck and kill you in the calm. I am as strong as an ox and armed to the hilt. And if you come against me, I will see you fall and wilt. Small I may be, but there's a warrior inside. And backing down in fright, will be gone like the tide. Naked I am not and weak is not my name. For everyday I rise up and never feel ashame. Who I represent, with my life here on earth. Is more than sufficient, to fill my cup since birth. I am not a puppet, to be dangled on a string. And I am not forgotten, like a bell after each ring. I am for forever, a daughter of the King.  And in the name of Jesus, I will lift my voice and sing. So when you look at me, do not think I am your kind. For since the days of Genesis, I have been drinking fine red wine. My life is not my own and I do not bow to you. And till kingdom come in Glory, my joy will be like