Good Morning My Loves

 I sit on my chair and I look up to the sky.... With my eyes of hope and a heartfelt cry. I ask the only One, I depend upon... What do I do, before I am gone.... What is my destiny and what is your plan.... What lies ahead Papa.... help me to stand. Of my own self, I can do not a thing... But with you inside me, I can conquer everything. The miles I walk, upon pebbles and stone... The lines I cross, though weary to my bone... I press on each moment, to account for my stay.. And pray that with grace, I will make it through the day. In tears and in sorrow, though burdened with care.. I rush to your feet and I bow in despair. I believe that by faith, I am blessed above all.. And forever and always, I will answer Your call. There is a call upon my life, I cannot explain. And deep in the nighttime, I am strengthened with gain. Up as I rise, at the dawn of the day.. Mercy speaks softly, to say He will stay.

 Prayer is the backbone, in all you do...It is an art and a gateway, to connect with the Holy Spirit.  You can learn from the teachings, of theology and chart.... But nothing in this world, takes the place, of your voice calling upon the Lord, for His supernatural touch. In groanings that cannot be uttered, only few can so attain. For deep into the realm of prayer, is where the Son meets man.  In all you seek to do or say, in hope you trust to gain... The burdens of your inner wheel, lays intertwined in prayer. You can learn the ups and downs, from dust til dawn... But without prayer, you learn nothing at all. You will loose every war, because you are not equipped. To overcome all obstacles and climb up every hill... The absence of God's direction, will see you fail and fall... For what you think is worth your time, matters not without your prayer. Loose yourself inside the heart, of the Spirit of the Lord. For all you need, must come from Him and not your prideful self. ...

I could never understand, why the Lord chose me... I had absolutely nothing and was not even free. Often I would dream, about a God who came to die... But never thought the day would come, when I could soar and fly. I knew I loved the Lord, when I was but a child... And in hunger I would eat, God's berries that grew wild. I sang in adoration, that some sweet day would come... When Jesus would appear and take me from the slum. I left my childhood yesterday, but took my phone of prayer... For in my desperation, I need saving everywhere. I know not yet my purpose, except in servitude. But when morning comes, I will arise and bless those who are rude. I yearn to gain more knowledge, to pursue my portion well... To do what is set before me and in freedom, do not sell. The legacy I carry, someday I will exhale... And I pray that those I cherish, will continually fill my pail.

 Behind closed doors, the tears starts to fall... For riddled in your body, are not sparkles in a ball. Out in the cold, so often you are told... You are not accepted and will never be called bold. Your back carries burdens, as each day goes by... And you think to yourself, perhaps you should die. Little do you know, there is a price you must pay... For the fruits of your calling, will come as you obey. It hurts inside your heart, when you get not, what you thought. For the sacrifice and love, with mercy it was bought. In earnest you bow down and cry before the Lord... That by faith you will find, a grip on His navel's cord. It will cost you all you're worth, in ashes and in depth. To follow after righteousness and pray for those inept. But great is your reward, for the pain you now endure.. When the Book Of Life is opened and the Lord says, you are pure.

 Spiritual newness, is there for all... But without hesitation, you must answer the call. The desire to feed and drink from His cup... Will manifest only, from His Word, when you sup. Be ready and equipped, to swim with the tide... For your soulish realm, must be aligned and wide. Know who you are and fight with your sword... For the devil is waiting, with your room and board. Your life must be lived, in accordance to the Lord... Within and without, be attached to His cord. With appointment comes, much valleys and tears... But in the name of Jesus, there is comfort in your cares. The battle of your mind, you must surrender to the Lord. For the plans for your life, is free to your accord. With footholds you will know, there is strength as you go.. So position your purpose, in Christ as you grow.

From days of old, the nature of the Lord... Was to build a bridge, in stone and not board. To manifest His presence, in the children of men... To heal the broken hearted and become their best friend. The King who came, to serve as man... Took upon Him, an oath and plan. To breathe new life, upon the dead.. And consecrate those, whom Satan fed. With power and might, this Infinite Christ.... Stands outside of time and sees every cunning heist. His supernatural existence, cannot be explained... Except in the groanings, of glory and pain. The sum and substance and essence of God... Transcends the phenomena, of a three strand cord. To unite and restore, what once was lost... So His creation, might trust the cost. As God, yet man, He preserves His own. Rightly dividing, every marrow and bone. Nothing is new, nothing is old.. For in His hands, everything is sold. Saviour divine, for all creation and time.. As witness in Word, He is prized as a dime. Set up from Alpha, till Omega is here.. The...

 The King is coming! The King is coming! Shout it from the rooftops and don't ever, ever stop. Rejoice for the sound, of the trumpet so loud. And run to the Master, away from the crowd. The excitement is building, for those who await... To walk through the entrance, of the beautiful gate. The preparation made, for the appearance of the Lord... Is only for five, to be welcomed aboard. Those who are bidden, to the Supper Of The Lamb... Are the ones whose lives, have been sheltered with great calm. The few who tarried, the few who cried.... The few who vowed, to this world, I died. No more crying, no more pain. No more sickness, no more Cain. A mel-ody, of priceless praise... Will all be sung, as glasses raise. Death won't keep you in the ground... And the clothes you wear, will not be found. Where once you trod, you thred no more. For with angels wings, you will fly and soar.