Good Morning My Loves

As Christmas approaches, the house must be cleaned.. So you cobweb and dust, with sweat from your spleen. While windows are washed and curtains are hung.. The melodious classics, of carols are sung. Shopping for gifts, for every Harry and Jane.. Are filled with splendor, till you walk through each lane. Packages with favour, of love and good cheer.. Are hurdled and hassled, for those you hold dear. At times your hat is hung, where your hand cannot reach.. And thus you are gruntled, with tears on a leech. While the Jones' next door, are dancing with glee.. Your heart is breaking, and you wish you could flee. All to behold, are the tears and the fears.. For through every sparkle, lay the absence of cheers. Hidden within your heart, are the frowns and the cries.. Of lonely nights, and hunger and sighs. All about Christmas, when seasons bring change.. Bring to the fore, all the creases with age. As darkness closes, and dawn is ahead.. The prayer in your closet, is the joy to be wed.

 The devil feeds on the ground that the children of the Lord walks upon. His mission is to steal, kill and destroy. What is highlighted in the media, as tangible to the kingdom of darkness, gets immense and immediate attention and attraction. When a son or a daughter of the Most High God is rampant on social media, in their quest to spread the Good News of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, they are blocked... they are hindered... they are deemed as breakers of "community rules"... their posts and blogs, videos and quotes are considered " not satisfactory to sustainability".  The demonic forces are rampant and raging throughout the courses of those who sit in positions of authority.  Hindering spirits are sent to present blockages to what a child of God wills and purposes in their hearts to do. Be knowledgeable in the Word of God. Dress yourself with garments of prayer and praise. Let your weapons of warfare be not carnal. Fight the good fight of faith and not people. The ...

 I am told that I am not like the rest. I must clarify my concerns and make request from the best. I ponder and ponder, about the things I should do.. As I go to God, and surrender my due. In searching my heart, I am fazed at times.. For the ways of this world, are controlled like mimes. Often I gather, through webs of despair.. The pursuit of purpose, to bless with great care. Quickened to adhere, to the rules to rejoice.. I delve into tolerance, with my words and my voice. Battled and weary, I pray for a thought.. To venture into my closet, as to the answers I have sought. My pardon and faith, that I may arise.. My rescue and favour, will be without disguise. Great are the treasures, I hope to behold.. For the pouring of blessings, are for the young and the old.

 The eyes of the world are upon you.. So choose to be the light. Wherever your path may take you.. Walk by faith and not by sight. Use your salt as the guide to your season.. Where hope of the day brings you rest. Remember to taste of the goodness.. While growth is your armour in test. Dream of the time where you wander.. As berries on vines, shine like truth. Disperse of chaos and misfortune.. For the rush of the dawn, are your root. Make haste while the day has begun.. For favour awaits at your door. Keep in your heart, sunshine's glory.. Justly dividing to the poor. Each step will see you beholden.. To teach you how you must succeed. Run to the rush of clean waters.. For mercy will be in the lead.

 Christmas is coming, the house must be cleaned.. You hope it will be, just like you dreamed. The cookies to be baked, the toys to be wrapped.. The never-ending story, of the children as they nap. Why must you cry, when the turkey isn't baked... And the portobello mushrooms, are still across the lake.. While the classic Christmas carols, are sung by the choir... The murmurs of your heart, lay heavy by the fire. Loved ones have gone, to the One in the sky.. And many voices wonder, as they all sit and cry. Once there were stories, of tales long ago.. Now options are all set, like the seeds that you sow. Oh Christmas, dear Christmas, I wish you might bring.. Barrels of good comfort and hopes with a ring. While the sun may be setting, on this beautiful day.. I will bow with gratitude, to the Lord as I pray.

 Do not put off for tomorrow, what you can do today.. For the day might soon come, when you cannot kneel and pray. The signs of the times, are up in your face.. Peculiarly responding, to sin and disgrace. Whosoever transgress, against the laws of the Lord.. Will one day be required, to account only to God. To whom much is given, much is required.. Therein to abide, though by flesh they be tired. To do what is right, will not gain you friends.. Not as Cain who was wicked and time must transcend. Marvel not dear loved ones, if the world hates on you.. For from time immemorial, we will all get our due. The dictates of the heart, must differ from the head.. For the fleshly desires, are not to be wed. Strong be your guard, as love be your guide.. For tomorrow will come calling, with doors opened wide. Do not be discouraged, if tears ever flow.. For your pathway is cleared, wherever you will go. Rise up, Oh Remnant and howl like the wind.. For the message of the kingdom, must purify thos...

 To be like me, you were not called to be.. In all you must do and all you should see. To ride like the tide and fly with the wind.. Each day as a blossom, you should welcome and begin. You are not me and I am not you.  Though we breathe the same air and enjoy what is new. You look up at the stars and dream of the night.. While in haste I awake and dread what's in sight. The cries of your heart, as you drift far away.. Quickens like feathers, with thoughts of decay. From days upon end, I am humbled and bowed.. As the scent of the pinecone, transcends till I'm wowed.