Good Morning My Loves

 Your words holds the keys, to your breakthrough. The Bible says.. Life and death is in the power of your tongue. Are you shooting arrows to pierce asunder... Or are you sowing seeds, to bring a harvest? When you declare you are a child of God, your declaration is sealed and recorded in heaven. It is consummated in blood and held as a witness for you. Your life before your new birth, becomes null and void. It is dead. A new book is published, from the royal line in heaven and your new life begins. It is important to know, the difference between a vow and a thought. When you understand the significance of what you have chosen to do and to become, then the kingdom of darkness becomes more than just your enemy. You will be rejected. You will be cursed. You will be disappointed. You will be discouraged. You will be lonely and you will be separated from the world. You will walk through a wilderness, where only God is with you. Your friends will no longer be your friends. Your own househ...

 When you are close to your breakthrough, the devil attacks much greater.  It hurts in places, only God understands. The need to retaliate in anger, pulls you like a magnet.. But your spiritual eyes see, the beauty your future will be, so you bow in surrender at the feet of Jesus. So many times, you ache in your heart.. More than the raindrops, you pray like Daniel. To become a builder and have peace of mind...  You weep like Jeremiah, to have strength like Samson. Inside your head, many voices speak.. In hope of confusion and lies and deceit. It takes prayer and persistence and ashes on your head... To be an overcomer, so by God you are led. In the dark of night, your eyes cannot close.. Yet you count the silence, as the breath of a rose. Unanswered prayer, lay buried in a shell.. As you tarry alone, with your heart in a well. Oh for the day, when bells will ring. As angels beckon, the elders to sing. On a charger of silver, your victory arrives.. No more to sorrow, no m...

 There is power in the name of Jesus.. There is hope in the name of Jesus. There is strength in the name of Jesus. There is healing in the name of Jesus. Nothing on this earth, is worth loosing your soul. No lie from the devil, must be allowed freedom to get into your mind. Speak with authority, given to you by the Lord, and declare that you are blessed and highly favoured. What you speak, you will reap. When you choose Jesus, you are saying to the world.. I am no longer a slave. I am no longer conformed to the wiles of the devil. I am no longer confused about what my thoughts will be. I am no longer dictated, by Pharoah. Purpose driven, you must be... So that every detail of your life with God, will be led by faith. You will feast from the table Jesus has prepared. You will drink from the cup, He has filled. You will clothe your heart, with righteousness and holiness. You will saturate you mind, with the glory of the Lord.

Oh Lord... Receive me graciously, because I have fallen by my iniquity.. Take away my unfruitfulness and rid me of my fear. Redeem me from death and ransom me, from the grave.. For I need your mercy, so I can be saved. Heal my backsliding and love me so free.. In you all my members, are as light as can be. A green olive tree, you have planted in my heart.. To bare forth fruit, like a farmer's own mart. Oh Lord God of heaven, may my ears hear you well.. To minister the gospel and with my voice, I will tell. Though once upon a time, my branch was so dry.. I pray where grace abound, that I do not need to cry. My joy in your presence, laid waste till today.. Withered as a wrinkle, lost in decay. My vine was dried up and my howling was in vain.. But now I lament, so heaven can be my gain. Awake in me your mercy, to press on to the end.. On days when I languish, I pray you descend. Let my field be not wasted, nor uncovered in the rain.. For I give thee my sorrow, to rid me of my pain. Al...

 Thou Oh Lord, art the source of my strength.. Within your Spirit, I am kept at length. Arising to worship, at the dawn of the day.. Has become my purpose, as I kneel and pray. Giving of myself, to the will of my King.. To gather in the harvest and rejoice as I sing. Where eagles dare to soar, is my hope and my fare.. So glory to the Highest, should be my constant care. From my Genesis to sleeping, I am yours to command.. To follow in your footsteps, I go by demand. Mapped by your compass, through the wind and the rain.. I cast aside myself, for in you is my gain. Thou, Oh Lord, has becometh my friend.. Whither I go, you are near to the end. In nothing I am mine, for all praise is to you..  Continually draw me, so my faith can renew.  Upon the dust of the earth, I am planted by will.. To charge up the atmosphere, so the devil can be still. With power and with might, I will go forth with grace.. For to do what I must, I will endure my race.

 I know not what, to expect today.. Yet I pray to God, that I would be okay. As raindrops fall, from the east and the west.. Heaven says clearly, I will always find rest. Defeated at times, when arrows shoot south.. I patiently endure, though heavy with doubt. My source of knowledge, when weakened by fear.. Begins and ends, with God's grace and care. Often I have, many questions to ask.. Yet fiddled and frazzled, I bow to my task. The praise on my lips and joy in my heart.. Are done in truth, each day at the start. I will take the cup, of salvation's wine.. And sit at the table, arrayed and divine. I will sip with mercy, as a servant of the Lord.. With angels forever, without pain and discord. Bountiful blessings, I pray to receive.. As my heart is enlarged, to never deceive. Much of my learning, through trial and pain.. Became my fine linen, all dressed in gain.

 Sometimes my prayer, is answered with haste.. Sometimes I am told, to get rid of much waste. In moments of doubt, I rush to the Lord.. For in His presence, I am cut from discord. When fear comes calling, my willingness eludes.. As the splendor of riches, become lost in my moods. How often I falter, I have failed to keep abreast.. For the Lord of Hosts, knows I do not pass every test. As delighted as I am, to be a child of the King.. Often I would shift and forget to clap and sing. In every quiet place, I bow and repent... To seek the Lord's forgiveness, on knees that are bent. My eyes see so many, adorned in fine lace.. And I sit deep in wonder, about issues that they face. Like a dove with a branch, I hope with great faith... That the blessings of the Lord, will come before too late.

 Father, I pray, for mercy and grace.. For my days are filled, without silver and lace. Without your help, I might fall by the way.. I need your hand, to lift me as I pray. Father, to others, I am less than the dust.. And I try my best, to shine above the rust. I slip and I slide, through cracks on my path... But I speak your word, for I am the painter's art. Oh Lord, my God.. sometimes I am afraid.. For kindness escapes me, on the ground where I'm laid. I struggle to press on, while the world is at play.. So pour me hope, without any delay. It is easy to say, to others I meet.. Hold on to Jesus and sit at his feet. Applying those words, to my own circumstance.. Pushes my unction, to get up and dance. Father, my Father... I feel broken and alone.. So often I am weary and chilled to the bone. My wants are so much, but my needs are all met.. So delight in your servant and let my heart not fret. Where could I go, that you are not found... For like my shadow, you are always around...

 I choose to walk, the narrow way.. With all my heart and with all I say. The sword in my heart and the Word in my mouth.. Continuously witness, against fear and doubt. I am sold out to, the Lord Most High.. Who quickens my spirit and hears my cry. Master of sound and healer of the sick.. Is there to shield me, against the devil's trick. The path I walk, is not for all.. For only the chosen, will heed the call. Through hungry days and lonely nights.. Goodness and mercy, are my guiding lights. To follow the crowd, was not my command.. While harvest time, is in such demand. Where the rivers flow, I have yet to know.. But I labour as I tarry and sow seeds for to grow. The forces of darkness, might rage at me.. But as a carrier of the anointing, I am quickened and free. The tools in my hands and the Lord as my shield... Are more than sufficient, for victory and yield.

 You gave me your blood, so I could be clean... For my sins are so many, some hidden, some seen. To the world I am pretty, for I dress to impress.. Yet deep on the inside, I am stained and a mess. By day I keep smiling, for the sun is above.. By night I am crying, as I am kicked and shoved. I know where I am, you are there by my side.. So I pray for deliverance, with my arms open wide. Keep me, Oh Lord, from the violent man.. For days upon days, I struggle to stand. The cost on the Cross, when my spirit is weak.. Comes to my rescue, when I pray and I seek. Sometimes a snare, is set for my soul.. When I am weakened and weary, to continue my goal. Bring me out from prison, for you are stronger than me.. Attend to my cry and let my heart be free. Quicken me from trouble, as I gracefully bend.. In all I must do, may your mercies never end. My bones may be tired, but I press on each day... Withholding nothing, I surrender today.

 Your day is as grass, as the flower in the field.. For just as the dust, in trials you might yield. Your soul will be blessed, when you remember the Lord.. So sing out in praise and fight with your sword. Your years have no end, for you are redeemed.. So hide not your face, nor shelter in your scheme. Though in ashes you may eat, you will always be fed.. So endure to the end, for in Jesus you are bred. Watch like a thief and know where you go.. For he that worketh deceit, will your shadow always know. They shall perish who attack, as the slain with the sword.. For heaven will come running, to tighten every cord. Your seed shall be established and forever, they will serve.. For the prisoner of Jesus, will reap what they deserve. Mingled with your weeping, are the stones on your back.. But the reward of the lowly, will never be in lack. The forgiver of the faithful, will stand at your side.. Through trials and temptations, with arms open wide. As a flower in the crystal, so you are ...

 My children are lying on a bed, with the flu.. I'm bothered about, all the things I must do. I go to the Lord, in prayer from my heart.. For only my Saviour, can make the fever depart. The doctor said, to take pills and soup.. For their resistance is weak and tied in a coop. I open my Bible and what do I see... That healing is their bread and in Jesus, they are free. Oh Lord, my God, I cry out aloud.. Hasten your footsteps and step out from the crowd. Send forth your power and mercy, so great.. So my dear children, will not have to wait. I heard from my sisters, that they are not well.. One must have surgery, while the others cannot tell. With might and authority, I look to the sky.. For I have questions and I need to ask why. So many things, to cry to the Lord.. Perhaps by His good hand, they will rise from the ward. Far though in reaching, I speak through the Word.. For the promises to us, are greater than a curd. I declare in Jesus name, divine favour for my own.. For all sickn...

 Go forth my brother, to do the Lord's will.. With might and authority, to beat and to thrill. Stand on your guard and assert your defense.. For the armies of heaven, will equip you with sense. In the valley and the pit, you will be all alone.. For those in your household, will chew you like a bone. You will cry and despair, as trust goes away.. But lift up your head and rejoice as you pray. Faith will be your clothing, when winter breaks the tide.. Where all your heightened senses, will meet doors open wide. Gather all your wisdom and bring in your sheaves.. For Christ your redeemer, will wear you on his sleeves. Do not be afraid, as you break your fallow ground.. For on the grass of mercy, your heart will be found. You are not forgotten, neither are you lost.. For listed up in heaven, is your name from Calvary's Cross. Just across the milestones, lay beds of roses red.. Dressed in sacred splendor, for the bride that must be wed. Be so bold in mystery, for you will always rise...

We hanged our harps, upon the willows..  In the midst of deep despair.. For how could we play our instruments..  Where peace was absent and rare... Our hearts were sad and our countenance bare.. For the songs of praise, were written in tears. The roof of our mouths, were absent from mirth.. For we were saddened and treated like dirt. In a land so strange, we were bound in chains.. Remembering not, our fathers own pains. Like steel in the dust, we were hardened by fear.. Gathered together, though worn out with care. In our low estate, we prayed to the Lord.. For mercy to shoulder, our heritage and cord. Food to be given, when hunger roared.. In a land of misfortune, were eaten by sword. In the day when we cried, grew an acorn tree.. With branches of favour, for captives to see. In the midst of trouble, came an outstretched hand.. To have and to hold.. and loosen our band. The perfection of will, where praise raised its head.. Came gratitude for glory, for words that were said. ...

 There is a seal of the Lord, upon the ones who are His.. From darkness to glory, from days of great tizz. While jail time is over, there are songs to be sung.. For rejoicing with gladness, and bells will be rung. Hope for the lost, came to the Cross.. As angels in heaven, cried hail to the cost. Where demons stand raging, at souls that are free.. The cup of the Lord, has milk in the tea. Bride of the Lamb, may you remember well.. For surety and unity, are words you will tell. Time will stand still, as you enter through the gate.. Whereforth the Saviour, all eagerly await. The sifting of the wheat, is already being done.. The feast is on the sizzle, for the sheep have been won. Raindrops like pleasure, are set to the bone.. For come the midnight hour, the remnant will be gone.

 Anyone or anything, that is seeking to do evil, against a child of God will fail. God will be an enemy, to our enemy. He will oppose those, who oppose us. Your enemy will have to surrender to you, when you assert your God- given authority.. and destroy the works of darkness against you. This heritage belongs only, to the chosen of the Lord. They are the ones, who are set apart, from the rest of the world. God uses our trials, to refine us.  Yes, it is a painful process... but His promises to us are Yea and Amen. You have the power in Jesus name, to render every tool, every strategy, every plan, every contract.. useless and void. Your enemy will not be able, to produce successful weapons against you.. when you understand who you are. God is the Sovereign ruler of our destiny. He gave us a spiritual armor, with which to wear. The weapons we fight, are not the weapons of the world. They are divine. They are powerful and they can demolish absolutely everything, that is a strongho...

 Fear and faith can both live together, in the same house.. Yet the trying of your faith, should not clothe you like a mouse. Be wrapped in your shout, as a carrier of praise.. And let the devil know, you would always be ablaze. God has given you, an anointed permission slip.. So your enemies will bless you, with riches from the hip. Your favour will be pushed, through every circumstance.. For the mighty hand of Jesus, will touch you as you dance. Step back and wait, for the height of the Son.. As glory comes with favour, to tell you, you have won. Step in and ask, according to the Word.. For you will always have, in abundance to be heard. When the seeds of fear, creep up with quivering lips.. God will give you access, to beat with heaven's whips. Slack not your riding and leave a burning trail.  For fire goes before you, to destroy every tail. Pray to be a builder, like Nehemiah was.. For Tobiah and Sanballat, may be a bee's own buzz. According to the good hand, of the Lord u...

 To fight the good fight of faith, you must die to yourself daily. There must be a separation between you and the world. You must cast all your cares upon the Lord, for HE careth for you. Though you are slayed, you must continue to rise. You will walk a lonely road, just you and the Lord. You will be rejected and refused, but strong as a cedar board. Like the trees of Lebanon, though the wind it blows.. You must straighten your back and be armed to your toes. To trust in the Lord and take up your cross.. There are tares you must cut and count them but loss. Arrows will be shot and laughter will be heard.. But your heart and your soul, must feast on God's word. In thunderstorms and sunshine, your bed might be hay.. Mosquitoes might bite you, as you kneel down to pray. Through all weather patterns, the garment of praise.. Must see you rejoicing, as the world looks amazed. Down on the dirt, you may scratch for your bread.. While water in the well, is dried up and dead. To declare that...

 Where I go, you know.. I have gone to build you, a mansion up high.. That where I am.. There you could be too. Though I go, I will come again.. For your comforter and friend, will be with you to the end. If you believe in me, then you will have a home.. For the castle in the sky, will be your cover and your dome. Feed on my words, while you wait for my return.. And drink from my cup, as you hunger and you yearn. I will pray to my Father, when you are in need.. To send forth a raven, with bread as a seed. My promises to you, are yea and amen.. Though the prince of this world, will attack and transcend. If you put all your trust, where rust cannot find.. I will keep you in safety, with love and with kind.