Good Morning My Loves

 Oh singers and dancers and trumpeters blow.. Take up your mantle and away you go. Shout with great joy, for your spirit is free.. So rise and rejoice and be glad as can be. Kneel before the altar and howl like the wind.. Count all your blessings and forget how you sinned. Seated at the table, is the hope for mankind.. Tarry not defeated and sit down and dine. Anointed and appointed, are the ones who are called.. Troubles, though heavy, would the lions maul. Out of captivity, you will eat of the fat.. Where plaques of the past, kept you down flat. Repent like King David, but create like a psalm.. In colours of the rainbow, in storm or in calm. Make preparations, for the ones who will come.. For the seeds that you sow, will bring harvest to some. Say goodbye to Egypt and gather up your praise.. For the path you must take, may portray like a maze. Hide in your heart, your weapons  of war.. And be ever grateful, you are blessed to the core.

 Sorrow upon sorrow, will hit the land.. Run into the ark, as quick as you can. Lay aside every weight, for the wrath is come.. Without any doubt, there is mercy for some. Away with your idols and vanity fair.. Away with your altars, that do not see nor hear. Darkness is coming, so quicken your step..  For your years of rejoicing, have no value or prep. A flash of lightning, like a spark in the sky.. With horns of power, will make you cry. Tension and fright, will consume your days.. If you heed not the calling, to repent of your ways. You labour in vain, for what you will leave.. You listen to voices, that lie and deceive. A wind of refreshing, is about to blow.. So unite to the Lord, while the tide is low. Grave is your desire, to feed off the flock.. For haughty missed chances, are the seeds you mock. Strife and neglect, will lead you to hell.. When you stand to be judged and you hear, not well.

I am not Thomas, who doubted the Lord.. I am not Peter, who denied his own God. I am not Noah, who cursed his own son.. I am just a daughter, who has already won. A long time ago, Paul was called Saul.. A soldier in armour, who persecuted all. Yet Lo and Behold, while traveling on a path.. The Christ for all ages, took ahold of his heart. Wisdom of men, is as the sinking sand.. The thoughts that are birthed, mingles like a band. I am not stagnated, neither am I poor.. For the God I call my Saviour, called me from the floor. Though my eyes seem cloudy, my vision will prevail.. To see beyond the natural, by faith I will not fail. A drink of wine to savour, the grace of my belief.. A royal thread in linen, I am not a thief. Like a spark in summer, my inner being shine.. As Esther bathed in spices, so to I will bind. Blessed beyond the river, I am the Lord's delight.. For the Blood of Jesus cleansed me, by faith and not by sight.

 I am a well- watered garden, anointed by the Lord.. Preordained and chosen, to be strong and in accord. My feet will not be shakened and my heart shall not faint.. For haply I worship and my song is not quaint. Joy to my name, are the fields in the sun.. For of the seed of Abraham, I have already won. A green olive tree, I am mighty in faith.. To thread upon scorpions and be welcomed at the gate. Daughter of the Lord, I am crowned and arrayed.. To be more than a conqueror and rejoice and not fade. A witness to the world, I am an oracle.. To shout from the rooftops, I am a miracle. Precious as the Proverbs, I am called to be.. The righteous and remnant, for the world to see. My flame is ever fanned and my heart is filled with love.. From the rising of the sun, I will rise up like a dove. Upon the ransomed waters, I will sail and cast my net.. To awaken the ones who slumber, so meat they all can get. A teller of great garners, my lips shall ever praise.. Abundantly in favour and hap...

 You want to be blessed, but you fail every test.. You say the Lord is not equal, yet he gave you his best. You laugh at his word and spit on the ground.. But thus saith the Lord, what you speak will make a sound. According to your pleasure, you trespass and sin.. Your hands touch your idols and you think you will win. When the unrighteous fall, he will not arise.. For thus saith the Lord, he will die in his disguise. Your iniquity abides, when you turn your back on God.. So the riches of his kingdom, be not your staff and rod. On Golgo tha hill, a sacrifice was made.. For thus saith the Lord, 'twas for you my life was laid. The naked stands before you, yet you withhold your oil.. Though hungry, cold and weary, you smirk and you recoil. Your vessels are not worthy, to anoint with refined gold.. For thus saith the Lord, the fox is your whole world.

 You can be planted, you can be fed.. You can be watered, you can be led. You can be built, you can be strong.. But only repentance, will right every wrong. You can be fat and flourish as the field.. You can bear fruit and your vine bring forth yield. You can bow in adoration and command every praise.. But inside your heart, hell is what you raise. You can speak mercy, you can say grace.. You can comfort others and tie their shoelace. You can climb every mountain and swim with the tide.. But your pillars are on sand and your doors are not wide. You can come from afar, with silver and gold.. You can drink and make merry and preach to the world. You can lead each horse to water and quench every thirst.. But you carry unforgiveness and that is even worse. Your voice can be an oracle, without any doubt.. Your furrows can be fruitful, to bless from north to south. Your cup can run over and your table well prepared.. But without the love of Jesus, no one will know you cared.

 Prayer blocks demons, from entering your court.. The atmosphere is shifted, so evil can't be sought. Prayer becomes the currency, to activate your faith.. Thus in all your endeavours, there will be no weight. A closet full of worship, transcends time and space.. Wherewithal you hunger, you are equipped for this race. Thoughts of tomorrow, evades every sense.. For in the secret place, it is heated and not dense. Into the deep, of sacrifice and trust.. There will be an unction, for sackcloth is a must. In silence you will hear, the voice of heaven's own.. Like a sweet communion, that chills you to the bone. Slack not your riding, for prayer is the key.. Boast not in your person, for an example you must be. Hide not in season, but tarry in your lane.. For great is your reward, as heaven is your gain. Yield to God in watches, for daylight will soon come.. While the Christian sleepeth, vultures are not dumb. Hasten every footstep and maintain your gaze.. For what you sow today, you...