O~n occasion, the mind accretes to, "the hurt," when facing
V~icissitudes; blinded by, "the better nature," causing to
E~fface the focus from the Architect while simultaneously
R~aising questions why. Impatience encourages the
C~ollaboration of misery to consult with those of the same mind.
O~nly then to find temporary pleasure due to humanly clocks power.
M~entally drained by dint of attacks upon attacks; seemingly to be
I~nsufferable and impregnable. Though the Architect,
N~ever vanishes and will never vanish from the scene. So,
G~ive and release all apprehension with entire trust.
S~torms will arise from daybreak to nightfall. It must be remembered the
A~rchitect of whom in total control oversees misery so
N~ever question the authority. Become courageous and
D~etermined that, "This Too Shall Pass." Be conscious of
S~trength, wisdom and knowledge evolving afterwards.
T~oday, focus on the size of the Architect and Not
O~n what the mind can't do. Always
R~emain prayerful and faith filled.
M~ust never ignore the Architect of whom created life's puzzle
S~hifting all elements of sand in place from day to day.
(To those who will receive)
Vicissitudes- Ups and Downs
Contest Title: Build Your Own Sand
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
Trinity refining me..'
If your burdens have you down and
You feel you’ve lost your way, you
Need not wander life along
A path that aimless, strays
Friend to friend, you’re not alone
I’m here, and will abide
Sailing through the storms of woe
Right beside you, I will guide
Behind you, in your sails I’ll blow
Like the wind that carries you on
A new horizon will be your map to
Bridge the great beyond
Over the side, in faith you’ll step on the
Troubled and shifting tide
Water will roil and fear may call, but
I am here, and will abide
Will you trust and walk with me?
Ease in and you may find
Your faith will grow upon each step and
Mind the test of time
Christopher Thor Britt (2/11/2014)
God is all, and yet pure too,
Much love for me and you.
His son was a lamb,
A sacrifice for love,
Cus love comes, from only above .
Love is pure, a decent thing,
We know not of, such a pure thing.
Is god love then . You may ask ?
I’m sure i‘m right in saying,
God is all that!
love and pure and lives above.,
So to end my verse for love,
To name god in a word is love,
To call him good is not enough,
To call god great, only makes him a
So what do we do, to honour our
You can sing praises and worship
You can tell all about what you have
Tell them that your lord as won.
The only rule you have to follow,
Is to love your god, for all with out
But for me at this moment in time.
I write this verse, for my lord and
U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.
M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.
M other we honor her....
O vercomer in trials and tribulations,
T ruthful for she keeps her word and her obligations.
H elpful to all that needs a helping hand,
E verlasting love through time that stands.
R ighteousness of Christ,
S elfless from start to finish through her life.
L ove that is enduring...
O nly with her love, she is always reassuring.
V isits the lonely whenever she can,
E ternally blessed, with Jesus love she stands.
Dedicated to my mother who has stayed with our family through thick and thin...
Written in May of 2009...This poem was written when she was in the nursing home.
On her birthday of June 27th of this year she would have been 83,
But is now with the Lord since August 17, 2010.
The keeper of god’s love.
Being an Angel in the sky.
Watching you and I.
Sitting there on your cloud,
Playing cards, and hanging around.
Playing your harp.
Singing a song.
Hoping humans come along.
God says “ Angel go to earth, go find the person who spoke first
Bring him here bring him to me,
This is your mission you see. “
“Yes my lord.” The angel as gone to find the first person,
Who sang this song.
Amazing Grace, that super song.
Go find john, go find him, and bring along,
We need to know how he,
sung that song.
The slaves that have long gone,
The ships that carried this beautiful song,
Oh my gosh were as John gone?
He can’t go far, the planets so small,
Why his he not standing tall?
The tune for that song he did not create,
It was hummed by his cargo
A, dark mass of slaves in a horrid state.
John must of thought this was bad, and it made him so very sad .
G od's unmerited favor toward mankind
R esurrection of our Lord and Savior
A scension to the right hand of God the Father
C ross on which He suffered and died for our sins
E ternal life through the shedding of His blood