Good Morning My Loves

 I will pray to the Lord, to seek His advice.. Through trials and triumphs, I surrender and suffice. Withholding my words, I bow down in prayer.. For inside my closet, God will give me an ear. Prosper I will, in case and in deed.. For my portion is risen, from the vine and the seed. Like the gate of the fountain, though broken in two.. The keeper of the forest, will mend it like new. Grant me much favour, that I may prevail.. As fair weathered friends, relieve me of my ail. Beyond the crystal river, where hope comes to rest.. The locks and the bars, will break from my test. To build up a wall, in which to be firm.. My understanding beckons, like students in a term. The house of the mighty, is far above reproach.. For the strength of the servant, comes from heaven's own coach. Joint of togetherness, by way of the cleft.. Ten times through sorrow, I am not left. Fear is not for soldiers, who fight with their faith.. For the grace from higher places, will never be too late.

 Draw me into you, Oh lover of my soul.. Your name is an ointment, that is fragrant to my world. Your love is like a flame, burning in my heart.. Wheresoever you goeth, your voice is as a lark. Bring me into your chamber and soothe my weathered soul.. While raindrops on my window, sets my toes to curl. We will make such music, that transcends through time and space.. For when you walk beside me, I will surely win this race. The upright tents of cedar, will welcome every breath.. As enthralling songs of worship, be cast in heaven's set. The flowers from your garden, will dress my bed of silk.. For the glory of the morning, will be ushered in like milk. Leaping on the mountain, like a roe in daze.. The fruit of your own sweetness, will take me through a maze. Until the break of dawn and the shadows flee away.. Your apple tree my beloved, will fill me as I pray. Behold, Oh my beloved, I am consumed by thee.. As in the day of gladness, your presence harvests me. My heart is ever tastin

 Oh mine equal.. My acquaintance and friend.. The one I held dear to my heart.. The one I called upon, in my time of need. You took of my love, Oh friend.. You took my warmth and my strength. Never was anything too much or too little, to give to you.. Day and night, you were my comfort. Your words were the balm to my soul. But it was you, Oh my guide.. It was you who hurt me, to my core. You who brought horror, to my knees. Like an owl in the night, you hooted my senses.. And I wandered, lost and alone. Smoother than silk, you deceived me.. Like a cart, where wheels were not wheels. You put forth your hands and sliced off my vest.. And carried away my thoughts. My dwelling you rejected and my food on your plate.. Though in haste, you prevailed in your reproach. Yet deep in the realm, of the longings of my heart.. I bid you farewell from this world.

 I sit in my hammock, in the still of the night.. I pour out my heart, without great delight. My soul feels so hungry and void of a kiss.. And I am in wanting, of tranquility's bliss. Weighed down with sorrow, I weep at your feet.. Like a dry fountain, where waters never meet. Plucked as I am, I withdraw into myself.. For the roaring of my burdens, consume me like an elf. Yet my lips shall rejoice, though my yearnings are so great.. I will praise you in honour, for the feast on my plate. With my slaying at all ends, I will rise up and be strong.. For the God of heaven's mercy, will right every wrong. My crown keeps slipping off, as I get down on my knees.. And I consult with my heartbeat, for the life in the trees. To crawl up to the mountain, I crave for the day.. For yet in the closet, I seek you as I pray. Fearfulness and trembling, await me in the night.. While shadows in the silence, lay hidden from my sight. My heart is fixed, Oh Lord, to the whisper of your name.. So com

One thing is needful, to feast on My word.. You must sit at my feet, so my voice be heard. Be troubled for nothing, for all would be well.. As even the dust, cleave just for a spell. Whatsoever charters, your time and your day.. Be of good courage and come to me and say. The good part of serving, is doing your will.. In wonder and whisper, as I sit still. The wise and the prudent, will both rejoice.. Though temporary clothing, has its own voice. If you stretch forth your hand, to touch and to bless.. The temple you are, will give you much rest. Cut off the branches, where death has been.. For nothing but leaves, will ever be seen. Let treasures be stored, when you shut your door.. As secrets reveal, what lies in your core. Run as a deer, in flight and in flame.. For dogs will come, to cause you shame. Beware of the barking, in sun and rain.. For all good things, are not from Cain.

 The back side of the desert, is where you are born.. While tending the flock, with grass and corn. Curiously beckoned, to behold the sight.. As the flaming fire, burns with might. Yesterday in plenty, today in want.. Yet not afflicted, by the feast in front. No longer hidden, by scars and fears.. For the call of the Lord, has brought rejoicing tears. Whereupon you stand, you know it is well.. For the kingdom has come, with hope's new bell. Contentment in trials, will be your vail.. As by reason of bondage, you are brought out from jai l. The sight and the sound, of your new birth.. Will be your honey, in the land of worth. Freedom from slavery, through the red sea.. Will always be favoured, so blessed you will be. Once upon a time, when your cries were suppressed.. The wolf in the forest, had you broken at best. But like the betrothed, you are dressed in white.. For the roar of the lion, has become your delight.

 Give ear, oh children, to God's word.. Anoint your heart, so it is heard. The clouds above, will soon be gone.. So rise from slumber and be reborn. Stones may hurl and knock you flat.. Where walls are broken, demons attack. Cast your bread, upon pure love.. For hope will come, just like a dove. While the ark, is open wide.. Tarry not and know your guide. Do not let, your bed be burnt.. So seek today, for lessens learnt. All your days, may you be wed.. Rejoice in darkness, where you are fed. The days of sorrow, will soon appear.. When peace and joy, may come with tear. Hearken and consider your ways.. Where beauty's warmth, will shine with rays. The Lord of hosts, is calling you.. From a desert place, to make you new.

 The top of the hill, is where you are blessed.. Through every foothold, through every test. When raindrops rage and you taste your fears.. The living God, will dry your tears. Your candlestick, will ever burn.. Though portals open, to make you yearn. As you purpose, in your heart.. Your fir tree, will be your cart. When pride comes, to raise its head.. Know the righteous, are not dead. The thoughts of mercy, be your mold.. For ever present, is your gold. You are blessed, above the rest.. With gladness sealed, in God's own nest. From your lips, with sounds of praise.. You will sing, as demons gaze.

 Thus saith the Lord God.. I will not prolong, my words any more. What I say I will do, that I will do.. For I am the Lord and I will make you like new. I will speak and my words will build.. Like a vine in harvest, with fruits to be filled. Walk in my statutes and obey my laws.. From day to day, as my eagles soar. Son of man, hear me well.. Your house is filled, with words to tell. Your eyes see not, nor ears they hear.. For rebellion pits, are what you wear. In the midst, of your own doom.. I will cleanse and will make room. For you shall flee, from waste and fear.. When you dig through, your well with care. Thus I say, oh child of mine.. I am your feast, so come and dine. Bring forth your worth and eat my bread.. For where I am, there you will wed.

 Death comes calling, when you least expect.. Cloaked in daggers, with tears of wreak. As shadows of darkness, strip you of strength.. An empty space, remains at length. You know not when, the hour will come.. Not date nor time, or whence it's from. You must prepare, your bag to go.. To just one place, with the seeds you sow. As you bid, this earth farewell.. You take with you, your eternal bell. Those you leave, behind will cry.. For they don't know, where you will lie. Behold, of friend, you must account.. For all your words, upon a mount. The why's and where's, will not give sound.. If in a book, your name is not found. Make haste, make haste and tarry not.. For your blinking eyes, will soon be shut. Where you make, your bed to lie.. There your home, will see your tie.

 You woke me up this morning, because there is work to be done.. To launch out in the deep and speak about your Son. The Gospel of the Lord, is good news to be shared.. For the sinners on my path, might know the cost of the one who cared. The thistles and the thorns, are gathered with the wheat.. Vast though they be, they dare not share a seat. Where the rivers flow, there is life free for all.. But only for the righteous, will their ears heed your call. Flights of the fancy, in wastage of thought.. Brings forth the trials, where souls can be bought. Heavy though the task, of the ones who are wise.. But mercy always comes, as a treasure as time flies. Though I am weak, you say I am strong.. In times of great need, angels are around. Great is your grace, when patience is so lost.. For in my brokenness, I seek solace at the Cross. My cup at times is empty and my plate ever bare.. And sustainance eludes me, but I feast on heaven's fare. When my journey meets tomorrow, I will be with y

 Sing like the upper lintels, on the window... For the beauty of your cedarwood, must show. Like the remnant of forever, you must gather.. To bloom as the rose, with your father. Howl like the wind, in the vineyard.. For your worship, is not to be sad. The day of the Lord, is coming.. So get in the ark, while you can. Put off deceit, oh ye chosen.. And feed from the table prepared. Be light as the scent of the forest.. Where the crescent moon shines on your test. An epistle of love, is written.. And sealed with the Blood of the Lamb. The house of the Lord in heaven.. Is diligently waiting for you. Be sure of your robe of righteousness.. Where sapphire glistens and glows. According to what is commanded.. Let incense and oil ever flow.

I say I love you, but my words do not.. I shout with glee, like a shining pot. My eyes grow dim, to the sights I see.. For my actions speaks louder, than who I was born to be. Like a tinkling symbol, I make much noise.. To be seen and heard, so I can rejoice. From the rising of the sun, till it sets in the west.. I loose the chance, to win each test. Often I would say, I am a child of God.. Howbeit my senses, are ruled by discord. Like a slave in captivity, I am bound in chains.. For the pride in my heart, is a block to my stains. I am my own weapon, that is fighting against me.. Consumed and conformed, to the crushing to be free. I speak to the wind, like a babbling fool.. For the mote in my eye, is the devil's own tool. I lost my identity, in the pride of life.. Like a fox in the henhouse, I divorced my wife. I laughed at five loaves and two fishes, in the desert.. For a servant's heart, was distant at my birth. Where honour is given, I laugh it to scorn.. For the council I

Are your feet standing, in an even place... When the wicked surrounds you, as you run this race? In the time of trouble, where do you go... Do you cry out loud, to the God you know? Do you hide your face, from the ruler of this world.. Or rise with power, though your toes may curl? When falsely accused, by mockers who rage.. Do you cower and cry, or turn the page? When your bones speak, with songs of praise.. Do you give heed, or sit and gaze? Your habitation, though humble and meek.. Should give reverence, to the God you seek. Do you till your land, so bread would come... Or wallow in pity, in poverty's glum? The fatness of the Lord, is the pureness of your heart.. And scornful slothless, is an evil doer's path. Where there is pride, then cometh shame. Will you bow to wickedness and play the devil's game? The secrets of the talebearer, is a revelation of hate.. So follow after righteousness and graciously walk by faith.

 You can cry me a river, every day of your life.. Have a pity party, or be a rejected wife. You can prop up on your elbows and dream in the sun.. But never ever forget, your battles have been won. While there is heartbreak and while there are tears.. On days that are lonesome, with weight and with fears.. Remember who you are and who is your God.. And press on with courage and rise from discord. Crawl if you must, like a babe on the ground.. With scrapes on your fingers and trust in your sound. Kindle every flame and see every spark.. For the Lord God Almighty, will be light in the dark. Blow like a trumpet, in the depth of your heart.. In deep surrender, with your compass and your chart. War in the spirit, in worship and with praise.. As angels be your shadow, to watch you in their gaze. Along every pathway, there might be tares.. Stones, they may prick you and fester you with cares. Garner every hurdle, as a prize to be won.. And fight the good fight, with strength from the Son. When

 Weep not my daughter, for I am right here.. I will hold you tight and dry your tear. My shoulder is broad and my legs are firm.. Lean on me, for my love is long term. I know you are weary and I know you are weak.. I know you are broken and it is peace you seek. The times in the shadows, when you feel lost.. My saving grace, I will give at no cost. I see your struggles and the sleepless nights.. Where the witness of heartache, is the wind in flight. Howbeit my daughter, my comfort has no end.. Just lean on me, for I am your friend. You try to do, what you should not.. Deep down in the valley, where it is hot. Just trust me child, for I know what's best.. So put on my armour, or you will fail each test. On the narrow way, I see your doubt.. You feast not on my word, nor speak it with your mouth. You form your own weapon, with the choices you make.. But I am here to carry you, past the pearly gate.

 If you live in glass houses, do not throw stones.. For the skeletons you hide, will haunt you to your bones. Only the sinless, should criticize a child.. Wherefore be wiser, than the snakes in the wild. Do not be quick, to punish and blame.. For the specks in the dust, will never be the same. What you sow, you will reap.. from trees that might wilt.. So water the grass and stop spreading filth. In your misfortune, you profess to be kind.. With smiles on your face, as the blind lead the blind. Like a lost sail, you ride with the tide.. Hindered and hasty, through doors open wide. Help from above, could never be yours.. For the contact in heaven, will shut all its doors. Attempt in your cleansing, to sanitize your heart.. For judgment is coming, quicker than a cart. Who is your god and what has he done?.. For great destruction, will never be won. While the kingdom of darkness, leads you astray.. The five wise virgins, are on their knees to pray.

 Tricked by the devil, so vile and so mean.. You sold your soul, now you are unclean. Befitting a pauper, with an empty chest.. In hell you will go, without any rest. In eternal damnation, you forever will be.. For during your life, you could not see. The wealth you craved, to dress your love.. Committed your senses, where there is no dove. What you hungered and what you chose.. Are all the vanities, disguised to oppose. The God of heaven, called you by name.. But in your haste, you played Satan's game. Into captivity, where Pharoah dwells.. You will go, till your lungs, they swell. You made your bed, now you must rest on it.. Don't you weep, as you enter hell's pit.

 Humble yourself and go before the Lord.. Repent of your sins and get rid of your discord. If you are to be counted, a child of the King.. Come out from among those, who do not want you to sing. The company you keep, might be those who deceive. Their words shoot like arrows and there is nothing to receive. The cost of your gift, is not for the weak.. Be strong as a lion and go to God, for to seek. Tears in your eyes, may be clouds on your way.. In plenty or in want, on your knees you must pray. Salvation is for all, but you must choose your path.. For only to the unrighteous, God will say depart. Maintain your focus and do not look behind.. For what has been done, is like vomit of its kind. Draw from the Cross, while it is day.. For the coming of the Lord, is without much delay.

 Rise up remnant, there is work to be done.. The harvest is ripe, so give heed to the Son. Keep your eyes to the front and run like the wind.. For the chariot is coming, for those who have turned from sin. Get into your closet and pray for the lost.. With sackcloth and ashes, do not count the cost. The wayfaring man, must walk upon stones.. So be a gangster for Jesus, with faith in your bones. The wheat and the tare, may interact at times.. But a shifting must champion, the weight of the crimes. Be a Nehemiah and build up a wall.. For the work of the Lord, seeks obedience to His call. You will be rejected, like never before.. You will be weakened, sometimes to your core.  Remember Oh Remnant, for thus saith the Lord.. To be counted worthy, you must do the will of God. Angels you will find, with cake baked for you.. And your cup will run over, with water from the dew. Speak with authority and destroy every foe.. For the armies of the Lord, will be with you as you go.

 You have separated me, from the rest of the pack.. You have called me forth and will give me no lack. Where you will take me, is not for the rest.. For the chosen ones, are your very best. The path I go, I must travel alone.. Though loneliness, fear and sorrow may groan. Gone are the days, when friends were kind.. Today and tomorrow, I drink the fruit of the vine. The yearning of my desert, far across the miles.. The trampled courses, of darkness without smiles..  Hugs of the fiercest, wind on my knees.. Intertwine with favour, from the God who sees. Pretty as a picture, is the love in my heart.. Though broken and bruised and often torn apart. To be called as a servant, to wash men's feet.. Is a privilege and honour, for those I must meet. Often on the ground, when I lay my head.. I look up to heaven and thank God, to be wed. I count myself worthy, as a child of the King.. To take my cross daily and with rejoicing to sing.

 My natural tongue, is just not enough.. So I go in my spirit, for by faith I am tough. Inside my heart, when I speak to the Lord.. All my concerns, I surrender to my God. Sometimes I seek, but I can't find my way.. So into my closet, I get on my knees and pray. When I pray in the spirit, I express my all.. And with overwhelming love, Jesus answers my call. Lost in the wilderness, fear comes alive.. And the sounds in the silence, takes me deep as I dive. To be a witness, of the one on the Cross... I know I must focus, or else I be lost. While it is day, I must choose where to roam.. For the darkness creeps up, like an underground dome. The stillness inside, with the absence of peace.. Will not suffocate, the hope of release. I know I must rise, like a Phoenix from the ash.. In all I must do, in obedience I march. Where my faith will take me, I do not know.. But verily my portion, will worship as I go.

Many voices speaks to us.. Some say they are this and some say they are that. As a child of God, it is imperative that you know which voice you should listen to.  Sometimes you might feel intimidated, by what is being said.... and you begin to question who you are and what you do, in the kingdom of God. Gather your thoughts and take it to the Lord.. Let your cares and concerns, be placed on His board. The right hand of God, is there to unfold.. The weapons of doubt and the lies, you are told. Seek not to worry, but tarry in prayer.. Let your vision prevail, though you are deep in despair. The path you must take, is not for your friend.. For by grace you are saved, till by God it must end. Let not your heart, be overcome with pride.. For in hell you will cry, with arms open wide. Pray for discernment, as a child of the King.. And with a voice of triumph, rejoice as you sing.

 You told me to write, the vision upon stone.. Be bold in my epistle and be radical to the bone. Stay humble and faithful, through webs of deceit.. For the God of creation, will not bless me with defeat. At an appointed time, I would achieve success.. With sweat and with labour, I would give off my best. Make my requests, as plain as the day.. For the Risen Son, would answer my prayer. In tears and in sorrow, I may dress up with grace.. While battles are raging, in front of my face. The armour I put on, would bring favour and worth.. So I would be protected and not stumble in the dirt. The vision with precision, would bring meat to my fare.. So I could be championed, from the burdens I bare. As high as the eagle, so I would soar.. To follow the path, to heaven's open door. Be not quickened, by the voices you hear.. For empty vessels speak, unto those without ear. Worship as you walk, for your latter would be great.. And d o not be discouraged, for I am never late.

 I heard in my heart, to shut my mouth.. I thought to myself, it was not a shout. Pride stepped in and I made a poor choice.. So to the Lord I went, to kill the devil's rejoice. At times in my walk, I stumble and fall.. But the ears of the Lord, are intuned to my call. The bruises on my knees and the scars in my heart.. Kindles the fire,  that protects my part. Sweet is the honeycomb, that falls upon my lips.. As the fragrance of splendor, brings grace to my hips. In my imperfections, God takes my hand.. To lead me dearly, where HE wants me to stand. I learn each day, to take up my cross. In sunshine or rain, I know who is the boss. In brokenness I seek, the treasure of heaven.. For therein my days, I could eat what I'm given. I am not ashamed, or afraid anymore.. For the Blood of Jesus, came to my door. Up I will rise and roar in my den.. To raise a Hallelujah,... for on Jesus I depend.

 You will walk down the aisle, as a beautiful bride.. A sight to behold, into arms open wide. The tears you have cried, fell in pots of pure gold.. As the scent of perfume, changed your weary old soul. From before you were born, you were chosen by God.. To radiate the sun, as a treasure to afford. Your gown of snow white, with a veil of pure silk.. Will sanctify your splendor, like heaven's own milk. Behold, thou art fair, oh beloved of the Lord.. With myrrh on your fingers, you are shadowed by a sword. Rise up like roses, at the dawn of the day.. For the glory of your husband, will be your strength and your stay. Into the closet and behind closed doors.. Your honeymoon will eclipse, as your intertwining soars.. A fountain of gardens, watered and free.. Will be your sapphire, for your eyes to see. Look forth tomorrow, when you will both touch.. With feather-like droplets, where grace is so much. Beauty as a rainbow, you will set as a seal.. For the presence of your flaming, will ev

 If God told you, to feed His sheep.. Then, feed His sheep. For while you sit and wonder... They are weakened, while they weep. To win the lost, at any cost..  You must get up and go.. To places far and wide sometimes..  But with God, you will know. You think to labour, in the field..  Is for a chosen few.. But servitude, is not masquerade..  So give, what is your due. To renew your mind, from sins yet sway.. You need to sweat in prayer.. For only then, the sands of time... Will heed your voice with care. Where the path, is rough terrain.. You need to go with grace. In peace and joy, while you rejoice.. Your strength will be your face. Marvel not, for goodness sake.. When you are worn with care. For God the Lord, will be with you.. In storm and rain and stew.

 Hide under the shadow, of the Almighty God. For your life will be preserved, without sorrow and discord. There is protection, with a roof over your head.. And a place when you are weary, to lay on a bed. The closer you get, to the one who is kind.. You will see through eyes, that were once both blind. Your thoughts will align, with a heart that is pure.. And the Master's voice, will be your ailing cure. Rest in a house, with just one open door. So no intruder, can permeate its core. The lost that is found, will be brought from the field. Where the toils of labour, will be stored and sealed. Run like the wind, from the wolves in the pack.. For fear will define you and they will attack. The shadow, the shadow, is there to uphold.. The weakness in you, while out there in the cold. There is a plan, to take away your soul.. So be on your guard and pray to be bold. Get into your closet and war with great might.. To win every battle, in spirit and in sight.