Good Morning My Loves

 You say you are a Christian, but you stab me in the back.. You tell me that you love me, but you plot and attack. You boast in the Lord, and profess to be wise.. But you are a Christian Cannibal, in your cloak and disguise. Your words shoot like arrows, to sever every vein.. Maliciously offensive, while heaping loads of pain. Like a pattern upon linen, you seek to be known.. To clothed your destruction, like marrow in the bone. Your legacies and values, are as black as the night.. Cunning as a werewolf, naked of delight. Your vineyard is a graveyard, where everything is dry.. And there is no inheritance, for love in you has died. There is no salt to heal you, so bitter waters reign.. In many ways of scorning, you opened wide disdain. Grateful revelation, has come before my eyes.. Now I see beyond the natural, to your shame and your lies. Depart from me oh Cannibal, for you are not so mild.. Your arms are not my comfort, for they are filled with guile. Affording of my purpose, I b...

 Draw me into your chamber, and gently shut the door.. Look upon my substance, from my crown to my core. Tell me where to feed, as I hunger for to know.. Because the savour of your ointments, within me has to grow. More than red red wine, is my love for you.. Like a row of jewels, you make me feel brand new. Open up my vineyard, and taste what is prepared.. Like nectarine in springtime, come and not be scared. The whispers of surrender, upon your bed of lace.. Glistens like rare crystals, gently on my face. Behold, Oh my beloved, let your river flow.. And wash me in your milk-bath, so both of us can glow. Unquenchably you satisfy, this yearning in my soul.. Like the balm of Gilead, your soothing is my goal. I am blessed with favoured honey, for your seal is in my heart.. For the one whom my soul loveth, is as the Master's art.

Father this morning, I come unto you.. In sweet surrender, to give YOU your due. I lift up my praise, for you deserve it all.. To sing out with gladness, that I answered your call. I pray oh God, that my tongue will not sin.. For in the multitude of mercy, I know I will win. I choose this day, to lift up my voice.. And yield all my members, to pray and rejoice. Dear Heavenly Father, I profess and declare.. That all of my days, I will be wise and not fear. Help me to cope, when my pathway is dark.. And ignite my passion, to fan every spark. In Jesus name, I program my mind.. To be subjected to your authority, and not be unkind. When the oil of joy, is poured upon my head.. I will dance like King David, for in You I am fed.

 Today I sought refuge, in the one I call friend.. To hide all my troubles, in his pavilion transcend. I thought to set publish, my cares and my fears.. For his bowels of mercy, is more than my tears. As I struggled to find joy, in the cool of the day.. My heart was so broken, I could not even pray. In the depth of despair, I yearned to find strength.. For my life was laid bare, and darkness was my length. The lifter of my head, I cried to with hope.. Beseeching with hunger, to help me to cope. Praise on my lips, seemed so far away.. And all I could do, was bow in decay. My Father.. My Father.. Come to my aid.. There is sorrow on the inside, and in affliction I am laid. Hear the cries of your daughter, and stretch forth your hand.. And stop me from falling, so by faith I might stand.

 I go to the Father, and I pray for my man.. I seek divine favour, that in all he could stand. I cover the one, whom my soul loveth much.. With a multitude of mercy, in all he should touch. I intercede to God, for my love to have strength.. For the trials and lessons, would not be at length. The Zakar man, I have as my mate.. Would forever and always, be a blessing at my gate. Oh God in heaven, please hearken to my voice.. For in yearning I cry out, that my husband will rejoice. I declare as his wife, he will always arise.. And fulfill his purpose, and be humble and wise. Lord let my husband, be a language of love.. To continually soar, and be gentle as a dove. Let the power of your presence, consume all his days.. So he will find rest, in many different ways. Father I pray, that the pressures of life.. Will not keep him bound and he remembers his wife. Let his focus be sharp, and his heart be at rest.. To submit to your will, and be happy and blessed.

I am not better than you. You are not better than me. We both need mercy. We both need grace. Everything we think is better and greater and the most beautiful or important, could all be taken away in a heartbeat. The things we fight one another for.. The words we speak about others.. The choices we make daily, are all a representation of who WE are. Our character is at play twenty four hours of the day. One of these days we will die. We will go to the place we chose, when we were alive. We will either Rest In Peace or burn in hell fire for all eternity. So many people are under a great misconception, because they think that heaven and hell is right here on earth. But the Bible clearly says that it is not.  When we stand before the Lord on judgment day, none of us can speak for others or account for others. We cannot speak for our spouse.. our adult children.. our adult siblings.. our co workers.. or our neighbours. The Lord will only require from us.. ABOUT US. Live a life that ple...

 Oh Lord, remind me that I am living in the good land. The land of promise. The land of opportunity. The land of life and abundance. Heavenly Father, I pray that the power of your presence inside me, is greater than every pressure of life. Jesus, you brought me out of the iron furnace.. out of Egypt, to inherit what you have set before me to receive. Remind me everyday, to stir up the gift of God that is in me, for you have not given me a spirit of fear. Oh Lord, when I am afflicted, then I know that I am a partaker of the gospel, according to the power of God. Father God, my King and keeper of my heart, I am grateful that before the world began, I was called with a holy calling, according to your word in 2 Timothy. Thank you, that as a good soldier in the army of the Lord, I can endure hardship, because in You, I am always perfected by your grace. Thank you Lord, that your word is not bound, but is the breaker of chains and prison bars. Abundantly with gratitude multiplied, I know...

 Father, I pray against every root that beareth gall and wormwood against my family and my house in Jesus Name. Every wicked imagination in every heart, to add drunkenness for thirst against my house, I rebuke it in Jesus Name. Lord, I ask that you circumcise my heart and that I may live long in Jesus Name. Let heaven bear witness Father God, that you have given me a choice. A choice to pray. A choice to stay in your presence. A choice to worship. A choice to choose life or death.. blessing or cursing, in Jesus Name. Father God, make me ride on the high places of the earth, and eat the increase of the field, in Jesus Name. Oh Lord God, bless and accept the work of my hands, that anointed fruits come forth, in Jesus Name. Dip my feet in oil Lord, that my footsteps may be complete with purpose, in Jesus Name. And Lord, let your kingdom come and your will be done in my life, in Jesus Name AMEN.

The Christian life is a race. Believers are called to run it with determination. To not give up, inspite of the difficulties. Jesus could have made a different choice. He could've said, that WE did not deserve the sacrifice. He could've said, to hell with ALL of us. But He didn't. We have all been chosen. We have all been preordained and predestined, to take part in this race. God chose US, to be in this competition.... Because it IS a competition. It is a competition to the death.  A competition and a race, where every step of the course will be blocked.. Will be mocked.. with sickness, financial problems, marital problems, children problems. We must go through unimaginable oppression.. and rejection.. and cruelty, as a believer. This race is all about who WE are. Who WE represent. Whose side WE are on.. And who is OUR captain.. Our leader.

 Jesus Christ does not fornicate with His bride. He does not "shack up" with her. He does not sin against her. He marries her and puts a roof over her head, in His own house. He is faithful to His bride. He protects her. He does not leave her unattended or neglected, neither does he leave her naked and exposed, to the wiles of the enemy. Jesus preserves His bride. He anoints her head with oil. He makes a blood covenant with her. He is intimate with her. He takes her into a secret place and shuts the door. He speaks.. He communicates with her. His language of love, is poured into her, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. He prepares her for Him and Him alone. He never allows His bride to feel abandoned and lonely and alone. Jesus serves her.. He waters her garden.. He bathes her.. He soothes her.. He comforts her.. He sustains her.. He feeds her. He shelters her, in times of trouble. He is devoted to her.  He is kind and gentle and patient with her. He pursues ...

 I yield all my members, to the Lord Most High.. In prayer I will bow, as my reverence touch the sky. I will persevere with praise, for in God I belong.. Along the narrow way, my faith will be strong. Unworthy I thought, in my heart and my head.. For my sins were so great, and my pride was much fed. On the road to Damascus, I got a suddenly.. Now I am forgiven, for all eternity. My cup.. My cup.. My cup is so full.. There is anointed oil, upon every tool and wool. Like the twelve stones from Jordan, I will endure.. For the God I belong to, cleansed me so pure. How can I perceive, in my heart to fail.. When mercy upon mercy, is my anchor and my sail. Through the valley of the shadow, of death I will rise.. At the dawn of each morning, without lies or disguise. What can I say, to express how I feel.. No words in my vocabulary, are enough as I kneel. A humble servant, I will always be.. For my eyes have been opened, and now I can see.

 Like the Tenere desert, in the land of fear.. Time may stand still, without hope or care. Your eyes may be dim, for the heat is so great.. But there is life in the dryness, to sustain every weight. Not even a compass, to guide you by sight.. The wind and your courage, must push you with might. As you strive to divine, the hope at the end.. The voice of the Lord, will quickly descend. Your focus must be sharp, to see up ahead.. As the depths of despair, may fill you with dread. A fugitive of the world, but chosen by God.. There is purpose on the pathway, with faith as your board.

 Do not wait until something happens to you, before you call upon the Lord.  Time is running out and you may not get the chance to even say JESUS, in your time of need. You must make preparations and be equipped for any eventuality. You prepare in advance to cook a meal. You prepare and you study for tests and exams. You prepare and make certain, you have every document necessary for a Visa appointment. You prepare for the rainy weather and disaster. You prepare your resume for a job. You prepare for an event. You prepare for the clothes you wear. BUT do you prepare for eternity? Do you get into your closet and pray? Do you lift your voice in worship to the Lord? Do you fast and present your body as a living sacrifice? Do you go forsake the assembly of God's people? Do you tell others about Jesus? Have you repented of your sins and accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour? Are you part of the glorious church... the one without spot and wrinkles?  Everything you have...

 You might think you are alone, but you are not alone.. You may weep in the darkness, and be broken to your bone. When clouds of grey, are just overhead.. Remember who you are, and the bread you are fed. When financial burdens, beat upon your door.. And there are bills piling up, and scattered on the floor. When you sit at the table, and your head is in pain.. Remember who you are, and the Amen to be gained. When the rain breaks each morning, and there is flood all around.. When your garden is all drowning, and frustration has you bound. Call upon the Lord, and remind Him of his word.. And tell him who you are, and let your voice be heard. When war is in your home, and peace is in a cage.. When weakness has you weary, and sorrow is your stage. Pray to God the Father, and sing a Psalm of praise.. And remember who you are, and the Saviour that was raised.

 Your children are a gift from the Lord.. They are fearfully and wonderfully made. Pour into them, kindness and love and peace every single day. Do not manipulate them to do evil.. Do not teach them to be disobedient to the Lord and to those in authority over them. Do not set the wrong example for them to follow. Your sins will fall upon them, if you do not repent and break generation curses in Jesus name. Speak and declare the Blood Hedge of protection around them, because Satan is not playing games. Your children are your heritage from the Lord. You have to protect them at all cost. You have to provide for them everyday. You have to clothe and shelter them, so that they will be safe. What you do, is a reflection of who YOU represent..   Make sure you are an Ambassador of  Christ and the spiritual covering of your house. Do not neglect to build a family altar in your home. A family that prays together, will stay together.. with Jesus as the chief cornerstone.

 Just as in the days of Noah, so it is today.. Eating and drinking and making merry, and neglecting to make time to pray. The wickedness of man, is great on the earth.. And only evil, is deserving of worth. Deceit in the heart, is a plague in the home.. And the master of lies, is the dome. The hypocrite destroys his neighbour, and the talebearer breaks his vow.. Where no Godly counsel is, the unrighteous rule.. And the humble is taken for a fool. Hands on the hip, where lewdness lurks.. As a profit of pride, transgression is a perk. Treasures gained by snares, and lying of the tongue.. The Lord will not bless, but hold you in bound. The ark has been built, and the door is open wide.. But the fools laugh with scorn, while the earth is still dry. The cry of heaven, is urgent and great.. To hasten your footsteps, before it is too late. As the sound of the rain, is heard from afar.. The morals and values, of man is as tar. Only the sons and daughters, of the Lord.. Therein can enter, a...

 I do not know, the right words to say.. So I ask the Holy Spirit, to lead me when I pray. When I utter MY words, I fail in my plight.. But when my helper comes, I can get up and fight. Try as I may, to adorn what is fair.. I am burdened with comforts, that hinders my cheer. I need intervention, throughout my day.. To go to deeper depths, when I bow down to pray. To weep like Jeremiah, and speak without fear.. My garment must be spotless, and anointed with great care. Yielding to be weakened, I cannot afford.. For the natural me is blinded, so I need to call on God. Sometimes I am surrounded, with words that pierce my soul.. When courage fail my senses, and I loose sight of my goal. It is in my darkest hour, I am lifted up.. By the one who calls me precious, and feeds me from his cup. Without the Lord to guide me, I will be so lost. My feast would be from pig pens, unknowing of the cost. But flowing from my belly, came water mixed with grace.. To cleanse me from the inside, and clo...

 You boast in the Lord, you are strong with might.. You confess to others, you walk by faith and not sight. In the hour of testing, you run like the wind.. For your words are all empty, and you are covered in sin. A brave and fearless soldier, you are counted on as not.. For before the cock crows trice, you yield to Satan's plot. A Philadelphia church, will not be who you are.. Because unto the Father, you chose to be afar. You spat out all the manna, heaven rained on you.. You considered not the many times, your garden bloomed with dew. In words and thoughts and action, you served way in the front.. But deep inside, your heart was cold, with iron old and blunt. When trials raged, you wept with fright.. And cowered on the floor. Though mercy said, I Am is here.. You mocked, at heaven's door. Depart from Me, I know you not.. Ye worker of Hades. When I called, you ran from me.. So in hell, your home will be.

 Before time began, you were chosen by God.. Anointed and appointed, to live by the Sword. Your garment is praise, at the top of your voice.. For your time on earth, be a place to rejoice. Predestined and preordained.. A righteous child, equipped for gain. A seed of faith, where sin abides.. You were called, to lead and guide. Fearfully and wonderfully made.. Without fear, for Blood was paid.  Precious in the sight of God.. You were bound, to trust in the Lord. Child so fair, beyond compare.. You are sealed, with grace and care. Rich in wisdom, pure in heart.. A righteous branch, to block each dart. To please the Lord, and sing a Psalm.. To sit with kings, and soothe like balm. All your days, you will prevail.. For I The Lord, will never fail.

 Miles and miles, you walk each day.. To get to where, you need to stay. Just as deep, you need to go.. In your prayer, with seeds to sow. Direct your flesh, to paths so green.. That you might serve, though sight unseen. Oftentimes the things, you do.. May not ever, be for you. Patterns travel, from blood to blood.. In word and thought, just like a flood. Though your heart, be ever fair.. There are things, that will not cheer. In bitter waters, troubles come.. Like hunger pangs, to one and some. Open arms, forget the shame.. For your kindness, is no game. Time stands still, when mercy breaks.. Quickened by, the choice you make. Starve your doubts, and feed your faith.. At the door, of heaven's gate.

 Rise, RISE, my fair one.. Run this race, till life is done. I am here, to push you through.. Be you patient, for your due. Grace I give you, on your way.. For ME in YOU, will always stay. Never fear, what lies ahead.. As you speak, what I have said. Faith beyond, this natural sky.. I have placed, in you so high. Out of dust, I called you forth.. Let not knowledge, in you abort. The finish line, is up ahead.. Stay your course, for you are fed. Retire not, when things get rough.. For my grace, is just enough.

 Oh, that my heart be filled with wonder, in your presence.. Your scent consume my nostrils, with the sweetness of perfume. My insides churn and quicken, in adoration of your holiness. Oh, my beloved.. How tasteful is your lips, upon my cheek. When I seek you in the night time, the wind whispers in my ear. My garments are all ready, for the adorning of my love.. Thou art fair, my beloved... thou art fair. I am enchanted, like nectar in the cup of your love.. You satisfy my expectations, even beyond this earthly realm. I am fed daily, from your table, with dishes of pleasure. How yearning are my tastebuds, wherein I am satisfied.. Past the outer court, is my chamber prepared. The fairest of ten thousand, is there to fill my soul.. This awakening heightens my senses, to be ever complete in you. Arise my love... arise. Give me your hand, and let me grip tightly onto your strength. I am as still waters running deep.. For deep calleth unto deep. Here I am, Majesty..  I am come in u...

 There was a man, in the land of Uz.. Perfect and upright, that ever lived or was. He feared the Lord, and was blessed so great.. For in his house, he was pure in faith. By and by, he lost his fare.. When Satan came, and took his cheer. All he loved, were not retained.. For granted authority, was not restrained. In all he lost, he did not sin.. Though friends they came, and stayed within. While troubles raged, from dust to dawn.. This humble man, sat poor with scorn. Foolish words, like thorns and weeds.. Shot like arrows, upon good seeds. Dressed like beggars, by the gate.. This chosen son, was not bound by hate. Though time prevailed, and crushed his heart.. Unwavering faith, was mercy's cart. For goodness came, and raised him up.. With uttered favour, to fill his cup.

 I remember the days, when your perfume was gold.. I would inhale your scent, and thank God for your world. You held my hand, and taught me right from wrong.. Now I stand here today, to sing you a song. On lonesome days, you would hold me so tight.. My heart would be blessed, because it all felt so right. The warmth of your touch, and the whisper of your voice.. Were the soothing balm, that made me rejoice. I took for granted, you would always be here.. For I never gave thought, you would one day disappear. My fear of being alone, became my plight.. When you closed your eyes, away from my sight. I wept so much, till tears fell dry.. Upon my knees, I was weakened with why. The one I loved, and held so dear.. Without my permission, was gone from here. Black with loss, I yearned for hope.. Your untimely death, I could not cope. No one taught me, how to live.. Without my mother, and the love she gave.

 You might think, your life is hard.. But there are those, whose lives are a million times more difficult than yours. Your bed may be of wood and frames, but someone else's bed is a rock on the ground. Your plate may be full of meat and fish and bread, but someone else is feasting on wind and grass. Your clothing may be lace and fine linen, but someone else is wearing a potato sack. What you do not want, someone else is longing to have. Your house may be a place of bondage, but to someone else, it is a castle. One man's trash, is another man's treasure. Life is too short to have sorrows and to be ungrateful. Learn to look at the good you have been blessed with, rather than what you think is better or wanting. You brought nothing into this world, and you will die and carry nothing when you leave.  Appreciate what is here today, because it can all be gone tomorrow.

 A fool says there is no God, but a wise man's lips speaks truth. Wisdom is free, to those who seek it.. but the foolish withdraws himself from its use. You cannot buy what is freely given by God, but you can distribute to those who are in need. Where peace abides, there is contentment... but when there is war, all hope is lost. As a father builds his house, so too he must protect what is his own. Grace and mercy abounds in the heart of man, when he has made a covenant with the Lord. While you wait upon your favour from the Lord, therein lies the opportunity to serve. Serving others is an act of worship unto the Lord, when it is done for His glory and not your own. You cannot serve two masters... so choose wisely, as your choice will have eternal consequences. Not everyone will like you or support you. You must be determined to arise and succeed in all your endeavours. With God, all things are possible.

 I anoint my bed, in the name of the Lord.. For where I sleep, there must be no discord. My bed is undefiled, and honoured and blessed.. And the forces of darkness, cannot suppress. This throne of mine, is a target of woe.. For the enemy knows, it is a place to sow. My private domain, where I rest my head.. In a wise man's castle, only love is fed. I have authority, to break every chain.. In Jesus name, to declare who reign. I will not allow, the spirits that rage.. To enter my chamber, and put me in a cage. To be wise, is a weapon of war.. So I seal my bed, and every closet and door. I rebuke and resist, what is sent to destroy.. For what God bless, will never be a ploy. I seal what is mine, with the blossoms of grace.. So heaven will witness, the perfume of lace. As love in the bedroom, comes from the heart.. The Blood of Jesus, will never depart. Upon the bed, the devil brings lust.. With dreams unpure, and sleep unjust. I charge up the atmosphere, with the ointment of love.. So...

 The older I get, the wiser I am.. The stains and the gains, are settled in calm. When I awake in the morning, I run to the Lord.. To seek a manifestation, for my room and my board. In all that I do, I must give God the praise.. For He alone is worthy, and I am so amazed. I am learning everyday, to cast aside neglect.. On the days when I feel lonesome, my burdens are in check. On the road to grayheaded features, I sink my soul in prayer.. To seek Godly counsel, and render every tear. While shame and cruel wonders, adorned me on my path.. I have learned to trust in Jesus, for HE who holds my heart. My royal seeds of promise, will one day call my name.. In hope of sweet surrender, when things are not the same. Their lips may speak with kindness, in memory of my song.. And I pray they are surrounded, with peace and not be bound. God has not forsaken, the gift of who I am.. For quicker than a heartbeat, His love instills my calm. Let heaven be a witness, as I embrace my time on earth....

 My eyes are tired, and I need some rest.. Throughout the day, I was weathered but blessed. Getting older, takes a toll.. But the joy of living, is to behold. Many treasures, inside my heart.. All of favour, in my cart. To dream a dream, of the morning bright.. Is beyond my words, and my delight. Today I pondered, about why and if.. For yesterday, there was not a cliff. I toiled by day, and cried at night.. To see my angels, blessed with might. As paths oppose, and seasons change.. I pray that love, covers every range. History said, that what you choose.. On your bed, you may sing the blues. Gather forth, the sands of time.. And seeds of gold, will be your rhyme. As I reflect, on this fine day.. I know my heart, in God will stay.

 A virtuous woman, you will always be.. Transcending time, and tide to see. Inside your heart, is a well of love.. To fit your children, like a glove. Rise up mother, for you are strong.. Let distance fade, where grace abound. A masterpiece, God said you are.. So twinkle ever, shining star. Be not afraid, to stand up tall.. For favour clothes, and hears your call. From your lips, are pots of gold.. To dress your house, from doubts of coal. Though you weep, when trials rage.. Your castle glows, for it is not a cage. The time is now, to walk with pride.. And go beyond, the natural tide.

Inside my heart, there is a space.. Where timeless treasures, cannot be erased. As I look beyond, the seeds of love.. My mother's memory, fits like a glove. Just yesterday, you held my hand.. And taught me how, to rise and stand.. Your voice was filled, with blossoms rare.. To perfume those, around with cheer. Mama you, have carried me.. Through time and tide, that I may see.. Strength and honour, from your heart.. On eagle's wings, will not depart. The scent of scars, they perish not.. In my womb of care, they are ever hot. As rubies red, you are in me.. A merchant ship, with gold so free. There are days, I seek your face.. To see you smile, with pearls of grace.. As tears transcends, like churning milk.. I send a kiss, on beds of silk. A child just once, but now is grown.. I pray you see, the seeds you've sown. For all the care, and all the tear.. Your timeless love, I hold so dear. This mother's day, I miss you much.. And I wish my arms, could feel your touch. As a f...

To be worthy of the Lord, you have to be bold.. As a fearless lion, you must roar in the cold. When you arise in the morning, you have to declare.. For better or for worse, you will never be in fear. More than a conqueror, that is who you are.. In praise to the Father, for HE is not afar. Your mouth must speak truth, while outside there is scorn.. For the chosen generation, are the ones to reborn. Before the days of old, you were called to prevail.. To consecrate your heart, from sickness and from ail. As a child of the King, you must prove to the wind.. You are worth the Blood of Jesus, and redeemed of your sin. An olive tree of peace, you must dress to impress.. For the days of your increase, is greater than the press. Be wise in instruction, and you will never lack.. For with backbone in the harness, you are safe and not slack. Your tests will great, as you swim in the deep.. But know your anchor holds, and HE is not asleep. Through the valley of despair, your strength will come for...

 Out in the silence, and still of the night.. The echoes of mercy, I hear with delight. How grateful I am, to be surrounded by grace.. As abiding love, touches my face. I listen to the sounds, of the sweetness of life.. As it inhabits the darkness, without fear and of strife. While reflections lurk, and tears abound.. My friendship with Jesus, strengthens my ground. Filled with scars I carry, I once thought to fear.. Here I shut each window, for they no longer scare. I dwell where gold delivers, and I am not in lack.. For perfumed in my heartbeat, are aloes without slack. As cries of waves come rushing, and I hearken to the roar.. The wounds and plagues of sorrow, no longer beat my door. My knowledge now of wisdom, are pearls around my neck.. For forward to forever, my stocks are intellect.

 I went with a friend, to visit a friend.. To declare Amen, and to give hope till the end. The scars of the past, were healed up in prayer.. For we agreed by faith, for favour and not fear. The sweet commune, with interlocked hands.. Was sought so deep, it made time so grand. Yet in the faithful hour, a visitor came.. With eyes so transparent, the wind felt the shame. Determined to conquer, and press on with pride.. The gathering of friends, were side by side. In spirit and in truth, we ignited the flame.. To burn and destroy, the enemy's game. While Nehemiah built, Tobiah kept watch.. For the thoughts in his head, was to capture and clutch. What he proposed was easy, to trample and break.. Before him stood, three friends without ache. While the sun came out, to dress with delight.. The devil sent minions, who thought they could fight. To arise and shine, in a house of prayer.. This army of soldiers, stood upon the rock to stay.

 You may hate me or love me, the choice is yours.. In the midst of adversity, I am governed by laws. A humble servant, of the Lord Most High.. I will press on with purpose, and not cower or cry. The good and the bad, I count it a joy.. For my destiny calleth, my strength with the ploy. When I awake at the dawn, I am marveled at Grace..  For deep sees in me, the courage in this race. Your season on my journey, is but for a day.. For your quest to temptation, is destroyed when I pray. Though my wants may be bold, there is a table prepared.. And my needs are supplied, with wine, that is red. A tinkling symbol, surrounds me much.. But I strive for perfection, while shadows seek to touch. The fulfillment of my course, is a Nissi being raised.. To produce the sound of substance, as Jesus Christ is praised.

 It began as a seed, to be watered with grace.. In a land full of wonder, with borders of lace.. But the untilled wiles, of pride raised its head.. Transmitting dryness, so wilted and dead. Unto the cities, so bright and so fair.. The hopes of the morning, were filled with great cheer. But the stain of the stranger, was beckoned within.. And the good land of promise, became tainted with sin. A beacon of light, was thought to be seen.. While daisies and roses, were clustered between. As hope of release, began as a friend.. The wiles of the enemy, brought dust to the end. Where hunger and passion, wore garments of praise.. The dances of wolves, enticed every gaze. An oasis in the desert, no longer was near.. As portals were opened, to welcome with cheer. My Oh My... these drinkers of milk.. Beyond their comprehension, their pride was not silk. A barren land shouted, the promise of gold.. And on a donkey cart, their hearts went so cold.

 Monday I cried, but I don't know why.. Tuesday I pondered, about the promises that died. Wednesday I awoke, to the clouds of grey.. Thursday I was burdened, so I knelt to pray. Friday I smiled, at the birds on my gate.. Saturday I feasted, from a table of hate. Sunday I was grateful, for the week that was past.. As into the deep, my faith was cast. Seven days, the Lord kept me.. Seven ways, my eyes did see. Seven nights, I slept alone.. Seven times, He soothed my bone. A week ahead, for abundant life.. A week ahead, to be a wife. Hope in God, is all I need.. Hope in God, is a blessed seed. Where I am going, I do not know.. But the grace of God, is what will grow. As seven days, await my faith.. I pray my heart, will bear the weight.  

 When you choose Jesus as your Lord and Saviour, you will lose friends. The love you once shared will be forgotten. The laughter that smeared the faces of the "once fierced soldiers", will disappear. You will be hated. You will be mocked. You will be disappointed and discouraged. There will be days, your eyes will behold those whom you hugged and embraced, in the midst of adversity, and your heart will break into a million pieces.. because they have all turned against you . You will weep, because of betrayal. You will go to God, seeking answers to the many questions in your head. You will not be able to afford the pursuance of the courses and chapters, of the pages clothed and fashioned with kindness and love. As loneliness enters, and quantities exit, you will realize that who you are called forth to be, is to stand out. To be a follower of Christ and not of man. To consumate your passion and reverence to the Lord Most High. When shadows become leeches, and merriment escapes...

I toiled from childhood, to get to where I am.. Through trials and triumphs, in storm and in calm. There were days I was weakened, and I fell to the ground.. With groanings and utterings, that did not make a sound. Kicked down by those, whose hands I once held.. Surrounded by enemies, and swords they all weld. Words shot like arrows, to break me in two.. While my strength was decayed, like the friends that were few. No bread was baked, and the well grew dry.. With bone printed garments, I bowed down and cried. My encouragement came, from the clouds as they hung.. While the life left in me, garnered courage to be sung. I reflect in the mirror, through time and tide.. And I understand the seasons, when the wilderness is wide. My testimonies came, because I never gave up.. Now today I can stand, and share from my cup.

 Heaven is waiting, for you to arise.. To bind on earth, what is shrouded in disguise. To access your breakthrough, you must lift the vail.. And step in alignment, where goodness cannot fail. The sound up in Zion, is roaring and fierce.. To loose in heaven, what has been birthed and pierced. Where is the honey, that has sweetened your taste.. Oh child of God, do not let it go to waste. Step out from normal, and swim with the tide.. There are souls laid dying, and portals open wide. The time is now, to rend your garb.. For the Cross has won, when Jesus was stabbed. If I perish, I perish.. you must declare.. Put on some backbone, and get rid of fear. The Lord will bless, when you cry out.. So exercise your voice, with praise and not doubt. To find favour, you must trust in God.. Run to the altar, and declare Jesus is Lord. The harvest is ripe, and heavy with yield.. Heaven is waiting, for you to go out in the field.

 Let the dogs bark, but you be faithful and true.. For the noise from the outside, is not the wine that is new. While the enemy rages, you must press on with joy.. To eat the fat of mercy, and rebuke every ploy. Many voices speak, but only one is pure.. Every in the sanctuary, you will be kicked to your core. The impotence of man, growls loud in it self.. And I pray in Jesus name, your praise is not on the shelf. If everyone likes you, then something is wrong.. There must be separation, and trials to be strong. Rise up dear chosen, and finish your race.. For you alone must stand, to be judged by God's grace. Neglect not the gift, that has been birthed in you.. Do not let the cemetery, hold you like dew. Maintain your focus, and look to the sky.. As the hour of the Lord, is slowly drawing nigh. The temple of the Lord, is inside of you.. Build up your altar, and render your due. Seek not for fortune, and be on your guard.. For where your treasure is, you will never be sad.

 I am lost for words, when appearances dim.. I think to myself, the circumstances seems grim. How did I present, a truth to behold.. When jealousy rages, and grips your poor soul.. I get up and fight, the forces at will.. By peacefully seeking, God's own fill. To defend what is right, and what I believe.. The revelation of envy, from you I receive. I stand amazed, at what is declared.. For misfortune comes, in packets of dread. The least in the castle, I continue to rise.. Yet clouds of refuge, are shadows in disguise. A house divided, could never stand.. For the strongest of men, are perceived to be sand. Why, Oh Why.. do the heathen rage.. When countless blessings, are locked in a cage.. Grateful I am, to run this race.. For the way of the humble, is absent of lace. I yearn in my closet, for knowledge to obey.. Though beaten and battered, I will conquer and stay.

 As an oracle of God, you spoke today.. Without fear or favour, you came to say.. The time for cleansing, is here and now.. Put off your grave clothes, and kneel and bow. Friendship with man, is enmity to God.. There are things to eradicate, to be as tough as a board. While you serve, you must serve with love.. So the Prophet spoke, as gentle as a dove. This narrow road, is not for the weak.. There are cliffs and valleys, and words to speak. The sunshine and rain, all live as one.. So rise up children, and let the Word be your gun. Forthwith with commitment, the oracle said.. There are instructions to follow, before you are dead. A headless chicken, you must never be.. For the authority of the Lord, is what holds the key. Arise.. Arise.. from the corners of the wind.. Settle your mind, and repent of your sin. A glorious church, is the Bride of Christ.. So put on your armour, against every single device.

 You can humiliate me, in front of the crowd.. Capitalize, with shouts so loud. You can push me aside, so others might smirk.. But I will rise up stronger, while my enemies lurk. In vain you may hope, to see me cry.. As the scent of discouragement, neglect to die. The God whom I serve, will never delay.. The comforts I need, to lighten my way. You laughed me to scorn, but exposed your heart.. For the choice you made, shows you are not smart. I pray that you seek, the mercies of the Lord.. For only forgiveness, can cleanse you from discord. You have opened portals, with a welcome mat.. And your misfortune, is without tact. What you thought might distress me, just made me smile.. For the promises of God, were close all the while. I will not cower, in a corner and die.. Because you envy, what cannot lie. We all must give account, to the Lord someday.. And I pray you be worthy, so in heaven you stay.

Oh beauty of the house, may you be found.. For unto you is given, authority not bound. On the hill where you are, there is light to be seen.. A wonder of wonders, without thought to be mean. Let your enemy be blind, and their ears not hear.. Let words take no journey, so your heart might not fear. As you master your mission, may you find grace.. To adorn you with favour, as you run your race. At times you may sorrow, and bleed from the heart.. When trials come calling, on chariots and carts. Let not your heart, be overcome with care.. Oh beauty of the house, your angel is near. As you look to the east, at the rise of the sun.. An abundance of triumph, you will see have begun. Your jewels of pearls, and garments of white.. Will intertwine together, as fragrance of light. If a stranger beckons, to walk in the dark.. You will be strengthened, to ignite your spark. As the lintel and pillar, to those where you reign.. You will find courage, and not be a Cain.

 My brother... My sister.. You are not alone. There are angels around you, to strengthen your bone. An umbrella is open, to shelter you from rain.. Just believe in your heart, and be healed from your pain. I pray you are blessed, as you go on your way.. I pray you be guided, so your feet will not stray. I pray that your table, is well prepared.. I pray you find peace, to keep you from dread. As you rise up each morning, may your heart be touched.. To overcome all obstacles, and you be not crushed. May your joy be filled, with the blossoms of rose.. To fragrant your life, and refresh all your clothes.

 Love your neighbour, as you love yourself.. Love not for gain, or to be seen or heard.. Love with patience, love with compassion.. Love with stillness, in the midst of despair. Love with passion, as Christ loves the church.. Love with faith, to arise and shine. Love in darkness, love in dawn.. Love with cleansing, love without scorn. Love those who hate you, for it is a command.. Love beyond the natural, so others might stand. Love beyond borders, for distance may fade.. Love unto tomorrow, where seasons brings change. Love unconditionally and love evermore.. Love from your heart, to open every door. Love with wisdom, and love with understanding.. Love to be honest, and love with your due. Love as the starlights, and love not in hate.. Love so your conscience, is empty of weight. Love as a friend, who will lead others to Christ.. Love upon mountains, so valleys will know.

 May your days be long, and your nights be warm.. May the twinkling of starlights, be forever your norm. As you look up in wonder, at the beauty of the Lord.. May you follow in His footsteps, and remember who is God. May your spouse call you blessed, at the seat of the wise.. May their words be to build, and not brass in disguise. May sunshine afford you, the kisses of grace.. To further your heartbeat, in linen and lace. May your children arise, and hug you so tight.. May their arms around you, protect you with might. As the cradles of passion, wrap you with care.. May you blossom and bloom, without favour or fear. May your laughter be brighter, than a warm summer's day.. May you sit down with Jesus, in communion and pray. As the splendor of riches, adorn you like pearls.. May your shouts of rejoicing, touch every heart in this world. May windows and doors, be open for you.. May provision overflow, for that is your due. As you sleep as the weary, may you find peace.. For the Lord...

 The called of the Lord, are the ones who will stand.. To labour in the vineyard, like trees on the land. An eternal inheritance, they all will receive.. As the gathering of sheep, to all who believe. The ones who will bear, the brunt of the cross.. Are the lowly and the meek, whose lives are not lost. The sacrifice of rising, to endure this race.. Will be counted as a privilege, and garnered with grace. The good things to come, are not for the weak.. For the soldiers of Jesus, by prayer they will seek. Their hearts will be purged, and their minds be renewed.. As the veil be all lifted, to soothe every mood. By faith they will sing, of that glorious day.. When the Lion and The Lamb, will both meet and say.. What a wonder to behold, all the virgins so wise.. As they all sit together, to worship heaven's prize. Their labour be not in vain, nor their seed beg bread.. For the accomplishment of enduring, will be the stain of blood-red. Henceforth and forever, they will never be alone.....

 I am broken into pieces, and cannot let you in.. I am lacking in lustre, and overwhelmed with sin. The sunshine is dim, and the clouds are grey.. And all I feel inside, is no desire to pray. I get up each morning, and I fight to survive.. There are circumstances attached, to complicate my life. I have made so many mistakes, my worth is all gone.. And the darkness surrounds me, and I feel so forlorn. Each path on my travels, are filled with disguise.. For the wolves in the pack, keep hunting with their eyes. My tears are all dry, and my heart is so weighed.. How can I ask you, to help me if I prayed.. Like the Samaritan woman, seeking water from the well.. My sins are so scarlet, the world speaks and tell.  I am covered with shame, and separated by fear.. For the breath of the noonday, seems absent from care. I feel abandoned, without thought and good.. Lonely and desperate, to stand upon wood. I fare not at all, for morsels of bread.. Yet hungry to taste, from the feast witho...