Good Morning My Loves

 Don't give up, when times are hard.. Though trials come, to make you sad. You will never, be alone.. For God's own love, will fill your bone. Oftentimes when friends are gone.. In the silence, you are reborn. While you weep, your Saviour says.. I am come, to wipe your tears. In the darkness, of despair.. Jesus Christ, is always near. All you need, is wrapped in love.. Freely given, from God's own dove. Precious child, come rest your head.. Lay upon, my roses red. Take my righteousness, as yours.. For with it, you can open doors. What you think, inside your heart.. Are pillars strong, to pull your cart. Where you go, you will always glow.. So rise up child, there are seeds to sow.

 Do not let your left hand know, what your right hand does. Do not blow a trumpet to advertise what you are doing, or what you are giving. The Bible says, when you give in secret, the Lord will bless you openly. There is no need to let anyone know what you have to give. Your giving is not about pleasure or pleasing to man. It is being obedient to the one who has blessed you, so that you could be a blessing in return. In today's world, the dictatorship of giving, is about highlights and advertisements. There is an adhering to the necessities of being recognized as a giver. The world must see and know, how much, how often and to whom the giver gives. There is an old adage that says.. a secret is only a secret, when it is secretly kept in God. A man's ways will only please the Lord, when he is obedient TO the Lord. Sacrifices without obedience, means nothing... because the sacrifice was not in obedience to the will and word of the Lord. Where do you fit in? Are you an advertiser ...

If you like me, praise God..  If you don't like me, praise God. To offend those who reject Jesus, I may always do.. But as for me and my house, we will fight the  good fight of faith. Jesus came among His own and His own received Him not.. He shed His blood on Calvary, to destroy Satan's plot. He took our sins upon Himself and showed to all mankind.. Through every generation, His love will make you shine. The good, the bad and ugly, you may think I am.. A stranger to a brother, or the storm in every calm. What you choose to believe, has nothing to do with me.. For one fine day, way up high, a liar you can't be. If I am loved by all, then I fail to serve in truth.. For my heart won't grow in faith and grace, or glow like Grandma Ruth. Perfect may my footsteps be, as I strive to rise each day.. To conquer and continue, as on my knees I pray.

 Generations come and generations go.. But the Word of God, you must always know. Moreover the days, are coming to a close.. So gather your children, as the east wind blows. Visions of Prophets, are spoken with haste.. To those who are lost, to come out from waste. The Word of the Lord, is now to be heard.. Get on your knees and let your loins be gird. Where there are clouds, there would be rain.. Stand up Oh lion and roar for great gain. Let the fountain of life, that dwells in your heart.. Bring transformation, for a brand new start. Child of Abraham, fall on your face.. Cry out with sackcloth, without roses or lace. Among those who weep, you must gather up your praise.. For a rebellious house, would die in their ways. You who have eyes, must see through the lens.. To look through the darkness and be ready to defend. In the midst of adversity, you shall not fear.. For the Lord of the harvest, will wrap you with care. Do not be weakened, by arrows that shoot.. Recompense your hear...

 Rain is coming.. rain is coming.. The ark is building.. the ark is building. Those who are called, of the Lord Most High.. Must hasten up your footsteps and look to the sky. Your houses and land, you must leave it behind.. The vanity fare s and those unkind. Beware of those, who oppose your faith.. For yet a little while, or it might be too late. Though the sun is out, there are clouds unseen.. One by one, you must pack with gleam. Remember the days, of Noah is here.. So cut every cord and be dressed with care. There is a purpose, for every test.. By faith you must rise and give Jesus your best. Conform not to man, who can lead you astray.. For you account for yourself, on that great judgment day.

 In the last days, even the very elect would be deceived.. To be more than a conqueror, the Scriptures you must believe. Put on the armour of God, before you venture out.. For the devil is outside waiting, beyond a shadow of a doubt. If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of the Lord.. For freely HE will give, to those in one accord. Knowledge of the Word, will help you in the dark.. For the light of the Glory, will ignite with great spark. Weep like Jeremiah, for those whom you love.. On your knees in sackcloth, without any glove. Be doers of the Word, but don't neglect to hear.. For the road you need to walk on, must be walked with care. Seek to find the answers, to the questions in your mind.. Deep within your closet, for knowledge you will find. Let no man entice you, with fashionable clothes.. For wolves will come like sheep, with sorrow and with woes. Waver not like waters, when storms are up ahead.. But let your faith arise, so mercy could be fed. Bridle every tongue and ch...

 Sins of the father, falls upon the third and the fourth generation. It continues through your bloodline with every new generation, until a strong person, grounded in Christ, comes along and recognizes what is going on. You may be experiencing sickness, poverty, abuse, neglect, untimely births, accidents... and the list goes on. You may wonder why and how. Why is this happening? I don't understand. It is important to go back in history and dig deep into the lifestyle and choices your family did and made. Did they make blood sacrifices? Were they involved in witchcraft? Did they fornicate or commit adultery? Was there anyone who might have been abused.. sexually or physically or otherwise? Perhaps there was cancer or heart disease or kidney disease or different forms of physical diseases or infirmities or weaknesses within the family.  There is always a root cause that brings to the fore present circumstances and situations. And it is extremely important to break every single ...

 As I sit down beside him, to give ear to his word.. My insides tremble, in hunger to be heard. Quickened in my spirit, I am void not at all.. For the moment of triumph, is awakened by his call. I remember there were days, when I wept before the Lord.. Deepened in sorrow and stiff as a board. My bed would be drenched, as tears fell like rain.. For the thoughts in my head, were hindered with stain. The light in my smile, of the yesteryear's claim.. Sealed every moment, for the grass was not the same. When I lifted my hands, in joyous refrain.. My enemy shouted, I would always be vain. How has the time, erased all my fear.. For thy kingdom came, with mercy and with care. As I nestle in the arms, of the Lord Most High.. The warmth of his presence, is as the ocean is wide. Special in the eyes, of the one I call friend.. I bow in adoration, from now until the end. As I travel through time, I would never be alone.. For the amen of God, will stick to my bone.

 Your penetrating gaze, give delight to my face.. For beholding my good fortune, are the evidence of your grace. Withholding nothing, I am tangible proof.. For the gift of your love, is the rippling on my roof. How graciously given, with favour and fare.. The jewels that adorn me, with tastes of great care. Kindled is my companion, where faith meets with God.. To intertwine with sweetness and transcend above board. While I am silent, your heart echoes near.. Conversation beckons, with truth and not fear. To listen to the sounds, of the whispers in the wind.. I savour in my belly, for I am cleansed from sin. Oh, Abba Father, so faithful and true.. I am humbled in your presence and removed from the dew. Look upon your sunshine and embrace who you made.. For everything about me, I have before you, laid. Come and sit beside me and keep me company.. Tell me of your travels, throughout eternity. Just a little longer and I will come to you.. Yet while the grass is greener, I will seek my ...

 I am a Proverbs 31 woman and I am created by love.. I am fearfully and wonderfully made, just like a turtledove. Precious in the sight, of the Lord Most High.. I am more than a conqueror, soaring in the sky. When adversity rears its head, I get down on my knees.. Persistent and determined, like fragrance in the breeze. Early I will rise, to go up to the hill.. For there I seek my Saviour, for strength to do His will. Some days I walk in sunshine, some days I walk in rain.. Therein my eyes are captive, to see what is not vain. From plains where streams lay waiting, I drink to my behest.. For water and my comfort, is there from heaven's best. Plenty are the favour, that greets me at my door.. On platters dressed in silver, to heap within my store. Gracious is my constant, with fruits my tree thus bear.. I yield to God Almighty, for He who holds me dear. By faith I give my worship, by grace I ever stand.. I know I am not abandoned, or naked like the sand. In whom I serve, I honour, f...

 Where can I go, in times of great need.. Who can I turn to, to comfort me with speed.. When all of my friends, have become my enemies.. The only one who hears me, is the one who died for me. Shackles may be tightened, around my ankles and my feet.. Hollowed be my resting and bitter be my sweet. Yet, as a green olive tree, I am planted in a house.. And though there might be warring, I am not a timid mouse. Height nor depth nor burrow, can keep me in the ground.. As lilies of the valley, my beauty will be found. When trouble comes a-calling, my voice will raise a shout.. And with glory hallelujah, on Sinai I will mount. Perhaps there will be struggles, but I will be content.. On days I feel defeated, mercy will transcend. The cornerstone is comfort, to help me to the end.. So much to say in worship, to the Lord who is my friend. Trusting God through trials, takes more than I could say.. When crumbs are on my table and I can't find my way. Helper to my needing, is always ever near.. ...

 I can tell you I love you, but my heart says I don't.. I can hug you with comfort, but wish I won't. I can give you my wealth, beyond compare.. But if I neglect to give you Jesus, I do not even care. On a hot summer's day, I can give you shade.. On a platter of silver, a feast can be laid. My lips can utter endearments, from morning till night.. But if I do not speak Jesus, then I fail to be the light. All that I possess, I endow to you.. My gold and my silver, I can give to your due. On tapestry of linen, you can lie on my bed.. But without the Blood of Jesus, you cannot be wed. If I travel on a chariot, over land and sea.. Across the miles of history, just to have tea. To adorn you with lace and the essence of my love.. I will fail to portray, the gift like a dove. Where should I go, if I walk untoward.. For nothing in this world, will transfer to my sword. While I am here, I must give of my best.. For the day will soon come, when I may not be at rest.

 Did you receive the Holy Spirit, by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith? When knowledge and power, are assembled with weight.. And w hen truth of the Lord, are intricate designs in the tapestry of holiness. Do you walk uprightly in the presence of the Lord, when shadows of darkness processes your thoughts? Are you bewitched and caved with fear, when your dwelling place boasts of the absence of care? You mature in your turmoil, in the valley of despair.. You slumber and sleep and make professions of drear.. Many are the days, when ignorance prevail.. And the sounds of silence, echoes in travail. This much is noted, that defeat has no home.. For the keeper of the forest, is no longer your dome. Up you must rise and overcome your fears.. While daylight captures, your sprinkling of tears. Let it be evident, that God is Supreme.. Let the Spirit of the Lord, behold every dream. While battles are raging and sadness abounds.. Your faith in the Father, must quicken each sound....

 Who are you, to be wise in your eyes.. When your barn is empty and the silence cries.. All of your fortune, is sought by the thief.. And your house is all naked and fallen like a leaf. Where do you go, when your son is alone.. When hunger is howling and he is chilled to the bone.. Do you run to his aid and open your arms.. As a shepherd who gathers, his sheep from all harm.. How do you harvest, the green from the hay.. When fear births the morning and your house is in decay.. Do you honour the values, planted in your heart.. So length of days, will be seeds in your cart.. Out of the mire, comes forth gold.. But your misfortune, will see it all sold.. Where is your heritage and where are your chicks..  On a perfect Sunday, is daddy on kicks.. Despise not the teachings, of wisdom and truth.. For the fox in the henhouse, is not clothed like Ruth. Rise and repent, for redemption is here.. And just across the miles, there are those who still care.

 You promised you would never leave me, neither will you fail.. You promised you would always, be a healer to my ail. You promised you would guide me, as I travel on my path.. That all my days of gathering, I would paint a different art. Through every troubled water, you told me not to fear.. You would hold my hand so tightly, to show me that you care. When tiredness surrounds me, you would wrap me in your arms.. Forever and for always, you would soothe me like a balm. Your word I hold to dearly, for in it there is hope.. Written on the pages, there is grandeur in each scope. My worth is ever present, for I am called an heir.. And all of my tomorrows, I have no need to fear. You promised you would cleanse me, with blood upon the Cross.. You promised you would use me, to feed those who are lost. Now here I am awaiting, for abundance from above.. Whereforth I am needed, to be as gentle as a dove.

 You say you are an atheist.. You do not believe in the Lord. Yet morning by morning, your breath comes from God. You say you are an atheist.. You reject the gift of the Cross.. Yet all of your days, without Jesus you are lost. You say you are an atheist.. The alarm on the clock wakes you up.. Yet if the clock alarms next to a corpse, the dead cannot rise up or drink from a cup. You say you are an atheist.. You do not believe in the Blood of Jesus.. Yet your sins are forgiven, from the one who died to free us. You say you are an atheist.. You believe in the facts.. But the facts are clearly written, in the Bible without wax. You say you are an atheist.. When you die, you are done.. Yet you will stand before King Jesus and be judged by the Son.

 If you be willing, to obey the Lord.. In obedience, prayer and in one accord.. You shall eat, the fat of the land.. From a table prepared, as a palace is grand. If you rebel, by word of mouth.. A bastard you be, without any doubt. A faithful city, you shall not be.. Where favour breaks, the dawn to see. Silver and gold, will be your fate.. As pearls will greet you, at the gate. If you align, your bed with heat.. There your soul, will Jesus meet. Hear the voice, of the Lion roar.. With ears adorned, from salve's own core. If you live, a life of peace.. The latter rain, will give release. Why should you, turn tail and run.. When grace abounds, from God's own Son.. What you sow, is what you reap.. Hear Oh Children, before you weep.

 I'm tired Lord.. I'm tired.. I'm tired of being in lack.. I'm tired of weeping, without any slack. Darkness beckons my eyes.. Clouds don't ask me why. As I lie awake, I plead my cause.. But inside my heart, my yearning roars. In boldness I enter your presence.. In hindsight I worship in dance. On my knees, I am prostate in prayer.. For I am desperate Lord, so give me your ear. I behold my neighbours, whose table I crave.. At times in silence, for I am weak.. not brave. When Oh Lord... I ask of thee.. My own will flow and my eyes will see.

 It is easy for me to say.. Rise up, when you fall.. For the shoes I am wearing, is not mine to recall. It is justifying and manipulating, when I say.. I know how you feel.. But while you weep, as your eyes grow dim.. Inside my heart, there are branches to trim. It is easy for me to say... Call me if you need me.. But when the phone rings, I hide or I flee. My words become arrows, shooting where they may.. For they hit and cut asunder, the ones too weak to pray. It is easy for me to say.. Hold on a little longer.. When absence does not make, the heart grow any fonder. At times I profess to others, that I am who I am not.. Quickened by desires, that deceives in every plot. It is easy for me to say.. My doors are always open.. Come and be refreshed, in chambers without hoping. But when I feast my eyes upon you, standing at my gate.. Like a stagnant river, I strive to make you wait. It is easy for me to say.. I love you more than words.. When deep within my psyche, my milk refuse to c...

On earth you may have two homes.. The home where you live and rest your head... the place where your mails are addressed. The other home is the place where you gather to worship the Lord... The Church. Those two homes will be where you are tried and processed and prepared, for what lies ahead. You will be betrayed.. you will be disappointed.. you will be abused.. you will be broken.. you will be discouraged.. you will be battered and bruised.. you will be laughed at and looked upon with scorn. At times you will want to run away and go to a place, where nobody knows your name. There will be moments when all you can do is just weep, because your heart is broken into a million pieces. Your voice will be suppressed and those you call friends, will become your enemies. Your surroundings will become walls of a prison, sucking the life out of you. You will loose hope in humanity. My dear friend.. God never said your life on earth will be without trials. He never said you will always have suns...

 A parent must be wise, in word and in thought.. A parent must be loyal and not a liar to be caught. A parent has to know, all the tricks of the trade.. For those in the household, to use for their aid. Neglect of the parent, so often invade.. The heart of the children, to abandon the decayed. Robbed of rejoicing, the presence of the weak.. A parent is beguiled, like the serpent as he speaks. Dressed like a wolf, in the midst of the home.. The smiles of the children, attains where they roam. Love disappoints, with a program of care.. As the parent is abandoned, without thought and good cheer. Respect for the parent, is as shame to be seen.. For the light and salt, is now hardened and mean. To inherit the blessings, the child must confess.. The love for the parent, through every trial and test. Once upon a time, there was honour in the heart.. But this generation, seeks the greatest of art. A word to the wise, is a block to the fool.. For he hastens to be rich, to be used as a tool....

 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.