Good Morning My Loves

 I thought I was strong, but I was weak.. I thought that in fasting, I would get what I seek. All through the nights, of lying awake.. My heart was hurting and I felt like a fake. In sackcloth and ashes, I went before the Lord.. For I needed a breakthrough, to fight with a sword. I hastened my footsteps, to draw closer to the door.. Because what I needed, was heavy to my core. After a while, of staying the course.. To usher in the presence, of the one who is Boss.. I made up my mind, to pursue with praise.. For my end had to triumph, so my bar could raise. At times in my knowledge, I think I have failed.. For I stumble and I fall, when my ship has sailed. Where I go, I don't know, but I trust in my God.. For there at the rainbow, I will never be bored. God knows I'm trying, to do my very best.. Though many times I wander and I need to take a rest. In my bed as I lay, I pray to be bold.. For when trials come calling, my heart will not be cold.

 When you think you're on your own. And you're standing all alone.. I promise you.. I promise you... I am right there by your side... To wipe your tears, as you cry. I promise you.. I promise you.. . When your back is sore and weak.. And you don't know how to speak... I promise you... I promise you... I am the hand, to hold you tight.. I am the one, to make things right. I promise you.. I promise you.. Oh Oh Oh... I would never let you fear.. I will always hold you near. I promise you.. I promise you... You are beautiful to me.. Open your eyes my child and see.. I promise you.. I promise you... When you've done all you can do.. And you think it's nothing new. I promise you.. I promise you... You are not who others see... For my blood has set you free... I promise you.. I promise you .

 There is so much, I would like to say.. But the right words escape me and I am not okay. If you peer through the glass, from the outside in.. You will understand, why my heart feels so grim. Though I search for a way, to write how I feel.. Deep in the darkness, I break and I yield. There are forces against me and I need some support... So hasten your footsteps, before I abort. The smiles you behold, when you look upon me.. Are there as a shadow, to hinder being free. I cry in the valley, as I pray to find grip.. But this wilderness surrounds me and often I would trip. Frightened I am, to look beyond the hill.. For the sunshine that beacons, does not give me thrill. Wherever you are, please throw me a line... That morning will come quickly and I might sip on wine.

 There is a vision for yourself, and you pray it will come.. For deep within your heart, you have risen from the slum. With tears and with sweat, you have cried to the Lord.. Now the waiting time must end, to kill your discord. The plans and the purpose, that heaven has for you.. Is beyond what you think, for the chosen that are few. On the road you must travel, you will never be alone.. For the armies of the Lord, will be flesh on your bone. At times you may wonder, why your name was called.. For many are the mercies, that kept you when you stalled. Though fear was your clothing, on days of despair.. Your hand in His hand, eradicated wear. Great is your courage and strong is your faith.. For in the troubled waters, your anchor is never late. Gather all your vessels, for your oil has arrived.. For when you get to where you're going, your love will be alive.

 Today you will laugh, but tomorrow you might cry.. Today you may be high, but tomorrow you might sigh. Today all you desire, might come into your hand.. But tomorrow you may fall, when you thought you would stand. Today you may be strong, but tomorrow you might be weak. Today you may get, all that you might seek. Today you have friends, but tomorrow you have none. Today you may live, but tomorrow is not won. Today the grass is green, but tomorrow it may dry. Today you have food, but tomorrow you might cry. Today you have a home, but tomorrow it is gone.. Today you have hope, but tomorrow might bring scorn. Today you have sunshine, but tomorrow might have rain. Today you might be rich, but tomorrow you go insane. Today there is time, but tomorrow might be lost. Today is slowly closing and tomorrow there is a cost.

 I said that I would follow you.. I said that I would stay.. I said that I would never leave.. But I failed to stop and pray. One day while I was walking.. I felt the urge to run.. I never thought to question why.. Because I heard a gun. You took me from the valley.. You taught me how to climb. You told me how I had to go.. To places I would come to know. From being dead, to life divine.. You gave me hope, you gave me wine. To set a course, where angels rise.. That I may see, through all disguise. However much, I come to know.. However much you teach. I know my days are counted down.. And there are souls to reach.

 I cry everyday and in prayer I would say.. Oh Lord Almighty, please show me the way. The days are so long and I am weak as can be.. And I need some intervention, for my eyes to see. Heavy is the load, along my pathway.. For thorns on my travels, try to destroy my stay. At times in the valley, I listen for your voice.. To follow your instructions, so I can rejoice. I do what I can, to turn a mess into a rose.. In all my endeavours, as the east wind blows. In little or in much, all glory goes to you.. For I can do nothing, if I am not as new. My comfort while I work, though my labour may be hard.. Is to be different and have joy when I'm sad. I believe in my heart, that who you say I am.. Would help me discover, in the storm there is calm.

 Lord, Oh God, prepare my heart.. For demons rage, to make us part. My eyes and ears, I give to you.. Guard me well, till morning's dew. You made all things, just for yourself.. But gave me thine, from off your shelf. I pray with spirit, soul and mind.. That abundant love, is ever kind. My search for wisdom, is above all things.. For I crave no want, of golden rings. The light of glory, is as my cloud.. And day and night, I cry aloud. In surrender, I commit my ways.. For better is a little, than much that stays. Feed me daily, from your fare.. And help me Lord, so I don't despair.

 As you bless me, with your grace.. I will share, to run this race. Where I go, I may not know.. But favour comes, in heaps to sow. Far from those, who sit and dine.. With friend and foe and those unkind. I am distant, from the crop.. Who's single aim, is to watch me drop. Perhaps perfection, is not for you.. And unlike me, you don't like dew. Yet when I speak, all demons flee. For Jesus Ch rist, is my mouth's key. Though I walk, in a desert place.. I drink from wells, all blessed with grace. For me to grow, in the things of God.. Every hour, I seek the Lord. We may not, be friends in life.. For who you are, is full of strife. Coming out, from those with chains.. Is my delight, for heaven's gain.

My life is not my own, to live.. It belongs to God and to Him, I give... The very breath I breathe, each day.. Without permission, it will not stay. Every thing, about my life.. Must honour God, for I am His wife. My body is His temple, fine.. And at His table, I sit and dine. I live to drink, from waters pure.. For when I am bitter, it is my cure. New I am, when He fills me.. And I am grateful, He set me free. Just a taste, of Him divine.. Makes me soar, on eagle's kine. I pray today, as angels sing.. That I may dance, before my King.

 My enough, is not good enough.. To express my love and appreciation, for all that you have done for me. Though I give you my heart, on a silver platter.. My insides say, it is not good enough. I wish everyday, I knew the right words to say.. To paint you a picture, from my heart to convey. In hunger I would go and rest in your love.. Because your presence, fits me like a glove. My enough, is not enough.. For deep in the darkness, my struggles are rough.. When my ship is sinking, I pray for your sail.. To guide me through, every path that fail. Though I get on my knees and I cry, to you Lord. I desperately need, a much stronger cord. What I have to give, I wish it was more.. For my enough, is not enough. As I sing in the midst, of valleys and hills.. I yearn for my soul, to be swallowed in thrills. I wish my enough, was good enough.. To show you Lord, how I love you much.

 An end is come, the end is come. It watches for you, wherever you are from. In the morning, you will not awake.. For the end is come and it is too late. Trouble like you, have never seen.. Encircle your land and is no longer green. Up on the mountain, a trumpet is heard.. And armies of horsemen, are filled with THE WORD. Behold the day, the day is come.. When sorrow like rain, will pour on some. Pride has bud and the rose has bloomed.. But you Oh man, is bound for doom. Your altar is broken and your ldols are destroyed.. And the wine in your cup, is no longer deployed. The seller mourns and the public cry.. For the end is come and the graves don't sigh. Your silver and your gold, to you will say.. Use me dearly, all the way... But though they sing, a melodious song.. The end is come and hell is long. Arrows of famine, will clothe your day.. While ravens surround you, for you do not pray. Pity for you, is no longer mine.. So goodbye forever, you who be unkind.

 Drink from the well, that never runs dry... For the days are coming, when you might cry. Your thirst will stay, if you do not pray. So hurry my friend, please don't delay. The water you need, to sustain your health.. Can only come forth, from God's own wealth. Your purpose through days, of cries from the heart. Will flow from the mountain, upon every green path. Where shepherds watch, their flocks at night.. On hills and valleys, with delight.. There the course of, nature comes.. To teach you knowledge, to feast on plums. Let your footsteps, lead you free.. To show the world, just who you be. Draw into the deep and see.. That only Jesus, holds heaven's key. Seek to kill, your flesh each day.. Through prayer and faith, to make you stay. The time is here and the door is wide.. So enter in and be safe inside.

 What you think you might loose, if the Lord has your heart.. When demons around you, present wealth in a cart.. Are lies and deception, in the portals of your mind.. For the love of Jesus, will never be unkind. The justice of the world, as you play in the day.. From dust to dawn, will remain as your stay. Gather your thoughts and run to the gate.. For redemption cometh, though you sit and wait. Out in the deep, you might drown in the rough.. For the rumbling of the wave, is raging and tough. Seek your preserver, for life as you go.. For sunlight is fading and you are going low. Rest from your labour, beneath the fig tree.. But know just beyond, stands the one with the key. You have time to decide, where you choose for your bed.. Where stars in the night time, will angels be led. Do not crash where you will, with chains on your hand. But run to the Master, for with Him you can stand. Flee from captivity, through the red sea.. And repent of your sins , so you could be free.

 Father, my treats, are in your hand. I need a blessing now, please help me to stand. I come to You humbly, with my heart in my hand. Fill my cup Lord, as You promised by command. Beside You, there is none other God. To fight all my battles, with your iron sword. I live every day, like Peter and Paul.. As I toil in the field and at times, to crawl. In sickness and in health, Your love is my cup. For the breath that I breathe, is the table where I sup. I know that at times, I delay my own way.. But help me Lord, as I kneel and pray. In the valley where shadows, are prey to the bone.. Often I would say, I am never alone. What You said I believe and I rise to the test.. Just hold me tight, as an honoured guest. Keep me near, in Your heart Oh Lord.. For my enemy is lurking, to wrap me in a cord. Without Your protection, I am doomed to fail.. So Father tonight, be my ship's own sail.

 Left behind, is coming soon.. Be on your guard and do not be a looney tune. Sit with kings, who rise and pray.. And invite the Lord, to come and stay. Those who wait, shall weep and mourn.. For Christ will come, for those who groan. While you laugh and feast today.. Those you love, will go away. If you think, to take your time.. While preparations, don't cost a dime.. In the twinkling, of an eye.. Heaven will rejoice, but you will cry. While it's day, make haste my friend.. Tarry not, before your life must end. Where you make, your bed to lie.. There you sleep, while others fly. Do not think, that you will go.. Where others toiled and tilled to grow. If you look, beyond the vail.. You will see, where you have failed. Left behind, should not be you.. If you drink, from God's own dew. Look up now and seek the Lord.. For loosing heaven, you should not afford.

Whatever we do now, we are responsible for passing it on to the generations to come. We need to be concerned and vigilant, about our choices. Live the life that Christ wants us to live. Generational blessings and curses, are what we pass on. The Bible says, the sins of the father falls upon the third and fourth generations.... but the blessings of the father falls upon all. A father's role and responsibility, is to protect his household and deposit wealth of wisdom and knowledge to his family. Let not your seed be covered with curses, that would manifest into continuous evolution of waste. When you build bridges to heal and protect and maintain growth within your castle, then you are leaving legacies for the generations to come, to bloom. God is going to hold you accountable for your curses.  Make sure your barns are filled with abundance and overflow... and not be barren and dry.

 You can never go back, to the places you've been. For your eyes to behold, all the things you have seen. Set in stone, are the trinkets you made.. As the distance you travel, grow old as it fade. The smiles and the laughter, you shared in the field.. The bread you once broke, that in prayer brought yield. The kiss on the bruise, as your heart fluttered scared.. Have now become memories, of long ago fared. With your heart and your mind, all entangled in glee.. You peer through the window, where dreams were all free. Though sown in fine linen, are the petals of rose.. The silence of the past, gathers tapestry of woes. From yesterday's meeting, with birds on the trees.. To highlights of beauty, as honey is to bees. You hold in your hand, the whisper of a touch.. As you step into the sunshine, where love will give you much. In bedtime stories, on pages of gold.. Are hand written words, from days of old. Forever and ever, in hope's own chest.. You carry your treasures, where i...

 It hurts, because you're beautiful. It hurts, because you're not good enough. It hurts, because you say the wrong thing. It hurts, because you love him more than anything. You give him your best, in everything you do. You smile and you hug him, to love him like new. You stay up at night, just crying out to God.. For the love in your heart, is not stiff as a board. You look at yourself, in the mirror and think.. Why am I dirty and covered in stink... I have a nice body and I dress to impress... Yet my heart is abandoned and he cares not about my dress. When you see me outside, I am happy as a lark.. For buried in a cocoon, is the pain in the dark. How much I can bear, I no longer decide.. For verily, verily, I ride with the tide. My feet are getting hard, from walking miles across the floor.. And I look out the window, with my ear to the door. The night is fast approaching and I am cold inside. But with every ounce of strength, I pray for mercy's guide.

 There are pillars to hold you, encased with great steel. To carry your weight, so in weakness you won't yield. When the forces of evil, blow with the tide.. The strength of your foundation, will never slip and slide. The course of your courage, through the tunnels within.. Persevere in motion, to eradicate all sin. While it is yet day, you do what you must.. For in God is your faith and in Him, you will trust. The purpose of your voice, channeling your core.. Is the essence of worship, that opens every door. More than a conqueror, is you who are blessed.. And the shadow of your presence, makes you an honoured guest. By chapter and verse, your life is a prize. For days upon end, there is food to realize. Where you feast you will lead, where others fear to trod.. But God be with you always, with shield and with rod.

 Some days I don't want to get out of bed.. Some days I think, I'll just rest a little longer instead. Some days I wish, there was a bell I could ring. So all that is needed, the butler could bring. There are days the weight, is too much to bear. And I wish my heart, was not filled with despair. When my back seems stuck, against a brick wall.. I hold on to Jesus, because without Him I would fall. When praying for a breakthrough, seems so far away.. My faith sometimes dwindles, like a sheep gone astray. I know I should rise and overcome my fears.. But the natural seems lost, while my eyes fill with tears. The graveled road I chose, where my pot of gold be.. Is there in the distance, for my spirit to see. Though weary and weak, I crawl on my knees.. For mercy and grace and love, never flees. Deep in my heart, I know I am blessed..  But bruises and aches, are my daily tests. How sweet it would be, for angels to bake bread. And my house in the valley, was not covered in dread.

 I did it Lord, because of your love. I tried my best, to fit like a glove. Perhaps in haste, I stumbled and fell.. But my faith in you, was like Jacob's well. The past few days, took strength and hope.. To follow your instructions, on such a large scope. You took me far, to places unseen.. For I needed to feed and at times to lean. I determined to rise, though burdened and weak.. To finish my course, as a challenge to speak. Without you there, every step of the way.. I could not prosper, in labour to stay. What I expect, as is written by your hand.. I know it is costly, but with you I will stand. To grow as I go, I must sacrifice indeed.. For the gathering of sheep, is by God's own speed.

 Stop allowing other people to tell you, what you can and cannot do. You are not a follower. You were not put here on earth to conform to a man's ways.  God already brought you out of Egypt and into the promise land. Do not let anyone take you back to bondage and captivity.  You are not a slave, with a slavery mentality. Who the Son of Man sets free, is free indeed. Do not look back to what is behind you. What is there, is buried. Keep your eyes on Jesus and look unto Him. He is the author and finisher of your faith. Break the chains that bind you brethren. Come out of the prison of oppression and walk into your purpose with pride. Rejoice and again I say rejoice. For better, bigger and bountiful blessings are coming to you. God bless you always.

 When the storms of life, come strong and fierce.. And you struggle daily, with fleshly pierce. Deep within your heart, you say.. Help me Lord, please make a way. When battles rage, within your home.. And you have no place, in which to roam. The urge to scream, you must suppress.. For there are those, who love a mess. When the stones, on the graveled road.. Dig your heels, with your heavy load. Just a mile, again to go.. You keep repeating, as you sow. When the ones you thought, were there.. Become your foes, that once were near.. Though hurt and sorrow, is your path.. You speak words, against every fiery dart. When you thought, the train would come.. To take you far, away from some. Your hope in things, are made to die.. For only Jesus, could stop your cry.

 Desperate, I am for more.. To boldly knock, on heaven's door. Elisha's portion, is my need.. To uproot every, evil weed. In hunger, I will usher in.. The springs of time, to fight and win. How I ache, to soar up high.. And touch the weak, who sit and cry. Perhaps in haste, I rage like Saul.. But without fear, I will be Paul. Though shipwreck comes, with winds of woe.. I will conquer, every evil foe. Where I rest my head, this night.. The stars above, will be my light. As pillars fire, keep me warm.. I know my God, is my calm in the storm.

 I have power, I have might.. I have will and strength to fight. By grace I stand, to win this war.. And be victorious, against evil's door. I am not, a gentle lamb..  Who graze in the pasture, at the shepherd's command. Who I am, is friend or foe.. To those I meet and do not know. Who you see, is just a taste.. For sight unseen, is so much grace. There is mystery, in my step.. For what I do, have so much depth. Bountiful am I, in heart.  For favour comes, on angels cart. Where seasons go, I do not know.. But every path, will make me grow.

 I will walk into my purpose and inherit all my blessings.. I will say to the wind, I rebuke generational curses. I will achieve and possess, the abundance of the Lord.. And where my destination is, I will meet with my God. Not my will oh Lord, but yours to obey.. To cast aside doubt and be strong in my stay. My appointment and favour, to go where I may.. Stands ready and prepared, for the Lord will lead the way. I must die to myself and trust in the Lord. For the table He prepares, is built on heaven's board. To grow, I must go, for glory beckons me.. Though voices in the shadows, do not want me to be free. In tears I am turning, away from the crowd.. For joy in the morning, is shouting ever loud. Beyond the horizon, my eyes cannot see.. But where the Holy Spirit leads, there I need to be. There's a bubbling in my heart, so sweet and so grand.. To follow mercy's footsteps and conquer in the land. Today I am reborn and ready to launch out.. Till Hallelujah comes, I will sin...

 I am standing where the door, of decision awaits.. In faith and expectation, to see heaven's pearly gates. I feel in my heart, I must launch out into the deep.. So I pray the Lord bless me, for His will I must seek. Where I go on my travels, I must go on my own.. To do what besets me and keep passion in my bones. This year of jubilee, brings a tingling in my heart.. And I cannot wait to see, what the Lord would have me start. You may curse me as I go, or lift me up in prayer.. But with or without you, I do not have to fear. My failure to obey, the calling of the Lord.. Would see me cry in hell, when I depart from my God. I am labeled as a nothing, worthless and weak.. And there are mountains as an enemy, to hinder what I seek. My trust in the Lord, is not for you to know.. For on the judgment day, I will reap what I sow. Fare thee well, friend and foe.  I pray the Lord you know. For to obey is my lot.. And I must sever ties which plot.

 Almighty God, you give me purpose. To do your will and to break all curses. To get up each day and launch out into the deep.. To comfort your children and hold them as they weep. Almighty God, you give me grace. To draw each breath, like a feather on lace. In ways I do not, understand.. You use me Lord, as a vessel in this land. Almighty God, you fill my cup.. To pour into others, every last drop. Wherever I go, you prepare the way.. To feed your sheep, so in you they stay. Almighty God, you give me peace.. To love those who hurt me, so you would increase. Out in the vineyard, the gathering of grapes.. Must all come together, to be dressed in white capes.

 We all have, a cross to bear.. And we must carry it, with sweat and tear. To climb up the mountain, where the fire burns bright.. Requires faith like Daniel, to conquer with might. To walk the narrow way, we must remember who Died. For in the midst of adversity, many doors open wide. In weakness, be thou strong, for your hand will be held. For in your troubled waters,  you will not be expelled. The wilderness around you, though dry and cold.. Is the preparation path, to refine you like gold. It is there on your journey, that the presence of the Lord.. Will purify your heart, so that you could be with God. The cost of your travels, comes with a price.. And there are those around you, who may not be as wise. Keep your eyes on Jesus and let Him take the lead.. For up on Calvary's Hill, is the table where you feed.

 An old rag said, to a shoe one day.. I can make you shiny, like the sun's own ray. If you put your trust in me, you will have no regret.. Just give me a chance and you will never need to fret. I know I am old and wrinkled at the edge.. And I know there are others, who are strong as a sledge. But if you look beyond, all the creases and the age.. I will give you splendor, more valued than your wage. The shoe sat and thought, about the words that were said.. And pondered all the reasons, so his choice be not dead. For the balance on the scale, was between old and new.. And making a decision, should affect more than a few. The banter of the rag and the shoe, brought much joy.. And soon the sound of laughter, was like getting a new toy. Though the differences between them, were like fire meeting rain. The wisdow of the rag, was to the shoe's own gain. The moral of the story, is to always look beyond. For what you see today, is not a shallow pond. What you have in your head, the old...

 What will you say, when you stand before the Lord? For to give an account, to the one called God.. Would you gather your friends, as the shadows of skin... To lift your voices high and repent of your sin? In the sweet by and by, you will have no one near.. No whispers or pattings, to consider as dear. From the clefts of the rock, as you stand on your own.. What will you say, to make heaven your home? The life you think is yours, while you dance in the sun... You do not understand, it is to glorify just One. Though you ride with the tide and not feast on the Word.. Tomorrow comes quickly, though your loins are not girt. Search while it's day, to seek out the Lord.. And conform to His will, for to fight with His sword. Judgment day is coming, in the blink of an eye.. And what you do today, might bring regret as you cry. What will you say, if the Lord says depart... For you chose Him not and He was not in your heart? Would you wish for more time, to undo your wrong.. Or laugh your w...

 I know you are lonely and you think you are alone.. But I see you when you cry and when you're weak to the bone. The times when your back, is bowed to the floor.. And you wish for some kindness, to come through the door. I know how you feel, when you are broken in two.. I see you in the darkness, when you seem stuck like glue. When hope is all gone and all that is left.. Are the patterns on paper, where sorrow is the cleft. On the path you must take, I know you will seek.. The drawing of water, in shadows that creep. Your life as a dove, will be clippers on your wings.. For the forces of evil, will attack you with slings. The valley will be rough and you will feel cold.. And at times you will think, you are alone in the world.. It is there in the furnace, that my grace will abound... And I will complete you, because you are already found. Just a little longer, my child to prevail.. To show forth the strength, in spite of the ail. In harshness of weather, your cup will be filled.. ...

 I was asleep, in the land of gone.. I rested my head, on brick and thorn. My wrapping was grey and tight to my skin.. For my sleep was heavy and no fame could win. Beyond I was carried, through webs of decay... For in my awakening, I never thought to pray. In tunnels of darkness, I groped for a place.. Where peace was my favour and my shelter was grace. Eerie were the sounds, on the droppings of my ear.. As my bones became hot, and I screamed out in fear. The knashing of teeth, were not music to be heard... And my forever and ever, was in absence to THE WORD. While the merrying of crowds, was my chapter in life.. I rejected eternity, with my Husband as His wife. Where I made my bed, for my unsanctified soul.. Has become what I sowed, for hell is my world. 

 I am part of the house, but I do not fit in. Though I am washed in the Blood and forgiven of my sin. You look at me with scorn and smile with your cheek.. But underneath the makeup, your humility is weak. I give of my best, to bless those in need.. For the pouring of compassion, is the sowing of a seed. While the wheat bow in worship, the tare is a thorn.. And the house of prayer, is overcome with scorn. You beautify the outside, in hope to attract... The peasants and the strangers, to come in and attack. While the Spirit of the Lord, stands sight unseen.. You go about your business, to flash on a screen. You shoot with your arrows, to pierce those who rise.. And neglect to look deep, to uncover your disguise. The chameleon's dance, as a puppet on a string... Would not beckon the seal, from the Lord's own ring.

 My tongue is the pen, of a ready writer. For my salted words, are those of a fighter. To arise in me, the flames of dread.. And to awaken those, who are alive and dead. Grace is poured, into my lips.. For wisdom and knowledge, must be attached to my hips.  By faith I pursue, though challenged at best.. To conquer and win, every battle and test. I will ride in prosperity, every day of my life. For a chariot stands ready, without any strife. A garment of praise, is my constant companion.. For to go out in armour, is my delight as a champion. I am a King's daughter, all glorious within.. And my clothing is golden, for I am redeemed from sin. With gladness and rejoicing, I will remember no more.. The gateway to portals and hell's open door.

 We must live, with the choices we make. Along every pathway and road we will take. Down every valley and up every hill.. The memories we make, should give us much thrill. You might loose a few friends, but know it is well.. For the gathering of sheep, is a story to tell. You must decide, what you want for yourself.. But in all that you do, do not be dust on a shelf. As daylight closes, be grateful for your gift.. For the atmosphere around you, sometimes need to shift . Serve with compassion and understand your call.. As night beckons slowly, to heed or to fall. Just around the corner, where the curve starts to close.. By sight you will see, a beautiful red rose. For those who await, the sound of a cloud.. May your listening peak, as you hear it out loud.

 There will come a time in your life, where you will have to choose who you serve. You will have to either separate yourself from certain things and certain people, or stay close to what is important and have great significance to you. Every day you will encounter wolves in sheep's clothing. Every day you might be looked upon with scorn and mocked. Words will be spoken to break you and destroy you.... and those you love and trust the most will betray you like Judas. Who you profess and confess to be, will be your compass. What you allow, will become your stay.  You have a freewill choice, to be set free by the Blood of Jesus, or to live and abide in Egypt as a slave in captivity. Where are you heading on your journey through life? Do you know the right path to take? Are your eyes and ears fully opened and anointed, to appreciate and accept the challenges of the enemy? Will you loose the battle or will you win the war?  Where are you wandering today? Have you sold your sou...

Dry your eyes my darling, don't you cry.. I see you in your brokenness and I hear every sigh. You may not understand, but I have a Master plan.. To fill you with goodness, so by faith you will stand. When you don't know what to do, I am holding your hand.. To pull you through the darkness and mark you with my brand. In places you must go, you need strength for to sow.. That out in the vineyard, every seed will grow. At times in your desert, your lips will be parched.. No food to sustain you, or cheque to be cashed. The loneliness will come, but you are covered with praise.. To shelter you forever, with mercy and grace. Do not fear what you see, or the words you might hear.. For angels will surround you and will always be near. Though your cup may be empty, you will drink from my well.. For sustaining you daily, makes my loving heart swell.

 It triggers my mind, how you can be unkind.. For your brothers and your sisters, are treated like a swine. While you laugh and you play... They are all going astray.. And you sit in your tower, with lust to devour. Defensive and careless, you be all the day.. And think to yourself, God will never make a way. The belief in your heart, is not from above.. For the God of mercy, is gentle as a dove. Though your stone cold heart, is dressed to impress.. The darkest pit is heating, to its very best. Falling like raindrops, are the bricks on your head.. For your eyes are clouded and the sand is your bed. Gracefully broken, be the cracks on the wall.. Your failure to mend, will be your constant to fall. Where sunshine awaits and the grass lies green.. The child of God, will always be seen.

 When the ones you love, turn their backs on you.. Don't be hurt. When the people you help, don't help you... Don't be hurt. When you fall to the ground and your friend passes you by... Don't be hurt. When your name and your character is smeared... Don't be hurt. When people use you for their selfish gain.. Don't be hurt. When sorrow comes like rain.. Don't be hurt. When you are betrayed by those closest to you... Don't be hurt. When all that you have, is taken away from you.. Don't be hurt. IT WILL NOT HAPPEN A SECOND TIME. Everything the palmerworm and the cankerworm and the locust and the caterpillar have eaten and destroyed.... The Lord WILL GIVE YOU BACK. Don't be hurt, but rejoice, because better days are coming.

 The Lord is good....  A stronghold in the day of trouble. When I am down on the ground.. He lifts me up, like cedarwood. The Lord is good... He is loving and kind.. When my cup is empty.  He fills it with new wine. The Lord is good... He restores my soul.. When I am broken to pieces.. He becomes my mold. The Lord is good.. He gives me strength.. When I am weak to my bones.. He equips me at length. The Lord is good.. His promises are true.. When deception surrounds me.. He holds me like glue.

 When I seek to know you, I go deep. To hear your voice, is what I seek. To look inside, your heart to know.. That with you near, I will always grow. The sands of time, might change each day.. Like showers on, an April's way. Where greatness dwells,  within me true.. And favour follows, like the morning dew. Early I, will rise and pray.. For surrendered time, I must repay. Down every valley, there I find.. The strength and grip, for me to climb. At times I cry, when trials come.. When hopeless doubts, call me a scum. Yet rays of sunbeam, around my head.. Shelters me, where I make my bed. I pray each day, Oh Lord my God.. For help to be, my room and board. That I may touch, the lives of those.. Who dress the fields, just like a rose.

 Your prison can be your vacation. For in Jesus, you will find rest. And though sorrow surrounds you, like raindrops.. You will always be victorious and blest. They told you, you were black and ugly.. They said you would never arise.. They devised you would never find favour.. But you slept with the Lion of the Tribe of Judah. You looked at the mountain, before you.. And you thought it could not be climbed. You saw not the wings of eagles.. To take you to paths unknown. You pressed and you grabbed the tassels.. They said you could never hold. Through the crowd of salvation and mercy.. Your stains were all cleansed, by the Blood.

 Where is the table, the Lord has prepared... With fruits of the vine and meat that He reared? My belly is empty and my house has no bread.. And the groanings of my children, fills me with dred. Where is the joy and the peace, in my heart... For sorrow makes me sway and I think I'm not smart? I am weak in my strength and lying on the ground.. And I have no one to hold me, or shadow to surround. Where is the honey, on my lips for to taste... My eyes search with longing, but all I see is waste. The clouds are all heavy, like the ache in my soul.. And the fountain that once filled me, is frozen in the cold. Where is my delight, in the joy of the Lord? For I am begging in the wilderness, for a shelter made with board. I am weary to my bones and my flowers fail to bloom... And I have no other company, to give comfort in my gloom. Where are the days, I prayed for to come.. To bless me with abundance, that I could give to some? My faith is running out and my bed is made with tears.. And m...

 When your friends have turned their backs on you... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When the ones who started out with you, have disappeared because they couldn't run the race... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When everything you had, has been taken away from you.. Look up, for Jesus is with you. When you are lying down on a bed of affliction and your body is covered with sores and worms... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When your back is against the wall and you don't know what to do... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When your cupboard is empty and your children are crying for bread.... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When you are walking through the valley of the shadow of death... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When death comes knocking on your door... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When you are battered and bruised and abused... Look up, for Jesus is with you. When all your hope is gone... Look up, for Jesus is with you.

 The tree might be withered and the leaves may have left... And the scars on the branches, are sad and bereft. The vine on the ground, runs all intertwined... On a course to devour, where doves are to dine. Though barren with sorrow and clothed with no hope.. Your tree is determined, to sit tight as rope. Though northeastern winds, blow raging with might.. Your tree is not shaken, because of God's light. In the natural your heart, may be burdened with care.. For battles are raging, to fill you with fear.. Just remember the foundation, you were built up on.. And rejoice evermore, for you are never forlorn. In life there are seasons, to come and to go.. To deposit what is good, or to reap what you sow. Goodbyes must be said, as some choose to go.. But those who remain, are the ones you must know. When the harvest is ripe, they will come from afar.. For with baskets to fill, they will leap on the tar.. See through the Spirit and separate the tare.. For the wheat are the chosen and you...

 The greetings of hope, have gone with the wind.. And clothing of anger, have garnered and skinned. The portals you opened, for demons to sup.. Are gathered together, to drink from your cup. The emptiness of joy and the smiles are all gone.. Where petals of roses, once danced all around. Loneliness appears and tears fall like rain.. And despair becomes constant, with sorrow and deep pain. Time after time, the story is the same.. As shattered dreams come surging and grief wins the game. Passion is asleep, in the valley of the king..  And honour is no more, than an empty vessel's bling. Perhaps at the crossroads, where decisions must be made... Weakness must be strength, for those who need your aid. Where you fail you will fall, so persevere in peace.. And go to God for healing, so you do not decrease.

 I am living below, in a sinful world.. Where demons are raging, in the heat and the cold. Wherever I go, the things that I see... Pushes me closer, to eternity. Out in the field, the labourers are few... For their wisdom of  toiling, is not cactus in dew. The hunger for the souls, where ravens eat their bread.. Is less in abundance, than words being said. I pray to prevail, in groanings to the Lord.. For day after day, the road is so broad. The sapphires of promise, to those who are lost.. Can only be established, when we understand the cost.  For battles to be won, we must be in one accord.. To unite and be dressed, with shield and with sword. The fox in the henhouse, is loosed and enraged.. So wake up from your slumber, for a war is to be waged. In righteousness come gather, and do not be afraid. For weapons formed against you, will not prosper where its laid. The heritage of the sheep, is favour for all time.. And blessed are the servants, who see sin as a crime.

 Almighty God, come circumcise my heart.. Turn me away, from every evil start. Alone in the wilderness, is taking a toll.. So hurry and deliver me, from this troubled world. Holy Spirit, fill my cup.. That as I drink, I will not drop. Let shadows know, that I am blessed.. Through hills and valleys, above the rest. From the Exodus, to the promised land.. By your side, with grace I stand. Equipped with weapons, by command. Help me Lord, as you demand. Though my enemy, rage with might.. I see an army, in plain sight. For the Lord of Hosts, is never far.. Because I am, His shining star