Good Morning My Loves

 I pray this day, for an army of soldiers.. To rise up with voices and break down barriers. I pray for the warriors, to fight on their knees.. In hunger and thirst, till the enemy flees. In the name of Jesus, I call out by faith.. The ones who are wise, to guard every gate. While the darkness pursue, the called of the Lord.. I pray that the hungry, will feast from the sword. As strategic plans, of the fox in the pit.. Divide and devour, the weak where they sit.. I pray in the name, of Jesus the Christ.. The redeemed of the Lord, be all strengthened, not diced. Yea to the eagles, who will soar through the clouds.. And beckon with haste, every tool to desolve. I pray that in oneness, a trumpet will sound.. To declare there is victory and the remnant is not bound. Roar like a lion, Oh friend of the King.. Put on your armour and devour with a sting. I pray that your joy, be full and be fed.. As the feast for the righteous, is laid like a spread.

 The deep utters his voice.. The world laughs and rejoice. While lamentation sweeps, the floors of your house. Violence lay rampant.. Abuse rears its head. As the program of compassion, distances itself. Scattered and scorned.. No brightness inside. Your tents bare no curtains and your bow has no oath. What profits your image.. What fragrance you wear.. Awake you that slumbers and come out from despair. Dumb as a door post..  No breath on the earth. Your work is all barren, without loins to be girt. Watch from your fortress.. The glory and the fare.. For all your days of wastage, will never bring you cheer.

 I am a lowly Gentile, darkened and grey.. Found in the wilderness, covered with decay. Perfect in sunshine, to labour and toil.. Yet worthy of loving and eating the spoil. While scorns in the forest, maintain their cause.. With perfection in mercy, I am loved with my flaws. Yet in the chamber, with the rip of the tide.. My lover and I, will never subside. Perhaps in your eyes, I am blackened with sin.. So you beat at my door and lock me within. With the essence of time, my fare is a ten.. For the arms of my covering, prepares me his den. Uncircumcised, but not undefiled.. I will arise, adorned with great style. Though lost and forgotten, where once I stood.. Today I am chosen, as a royal who could. Lustfully whitened, in the depth of my love.. I stretch forth my hand, for my turtledove. No longer dressed, like the dark of the night.. The one I belong to, made me his delight.

 Jesus used an atheist, to bless me tonight.. From her house to my house, I was treated just right. A canister filled, with bread for my needs.. Adorned on a platter, like a planter with seeds. I thought to myself, how could this be.. For she rejected my Jesus, who parted the sea. In all I was given, with favour and fare.. The Lord got the glory and I got the cheer. In the multitude of comforts, I was not alone.. For the lonely old widow, brought manna for my bone. Though my cupboard was bare, my heart made a sound.. And divine intervention, came from around. The blessings of the Lord, cannot hide itself.. Upon burning coals, the hardened has to melt. There is no respect, for the tare and the roast.. For thus saith Jesus, in Him will I boast. With love for my neighbour, I pray for her fate.. For the word of God teaches, to love and not hate. I will sing in the morning and rejoice as I eat.. On tablets and bonnets, I will feast from the wheat.

 I am as fine as incense, in my heart and soul..  Perfumed with commandments, decked with fine pearls. I am savory and spiced, than all manner of flowers.. And I dress in gold fashion, in the absence of hours. When I open my treasury, my jewels are sealed.. For my valued stones, cannot be pealed. Flowing with milk, are the words that I speak.. Contained and anointed, for the strong and the weak. Stripped from my heart, are the shackles of sin.. As purpose and destiny, were birthed from within. Sweet to my bone, my lips are for truth.. For all of my days, my furnace is in youth. A multitude of rubies, will adorn my neck.. Kisses from my lips, will be with honour and check. My work is prepared, within and without.. For the taste of instruction, is to yield and not doubt. I am not afraid, to hope in the dark.. For precious is my candle, that flames with a spark. Like a virgin in white, I am flowing and fair.. Coupled with my beloved, who clothes me with cheer.

 Not everyone will like you, when you stand with the Lord.. Not everyone will listen, when you speak to cut cords. Not everyone will lift you, if you slip and fall.. Not everyone will bless you, when you answer God's call. Separation between, you and the world.. Is the price you must pay, to be fearless and bold. The cost of the anointing, you carry in your heart.. Must fan the flames inside you, and never depart. Trust in the Lord, as you walk the narrow way.. For on your endeavours, the Word is your stay. I beseech you brethren, by the mercies of God.. To put on your armour, and fight with your sword. Just a little longer, and all will be well.. There's a table before you, so feast where you dwell. Henceforth and forever, your reward will be great.. For Jesus Christ of Nazareth, will honour all your faith.