When The Lord called to His angels
there was thunder from the throne
He said there is a child of mine down there
who's been too long alone
So He called one precious angel
out from all the rest
He said I'm sending you my child
for you're my very best
Now there are no words to say how much
to Him this child was worth
for The Lord to send an angel here
to walk upon this earth
And then when they were married
there was thunder from the throne
He said you see my child now
no longer is alone
Do harken to my story
for we all know that it's true
that God does answer prayer you see
there is nothing He can't do
Now I know this precious angel
who lives a mortal's life
for I was that lonely child of His
and that angel is my wife
Even as I sit here in pain-high as a kite,
I can't help but think of this madness which is my life,
I've endured more psychological trauma than the average individual,
and if you look deep into my eyes I'm sure you will see some residuals
This shit ain't cool and I'm no fool, I'm just trying to get by,
constantly asking God for help as I gaze up at the sky,
sometimes I can't help but wonder why he made me this guy,
there must be a purpose for all of this and I have no shame when I get high
I stay fly, all the time-trying to ease my mind because this shitty situation is just a moment in time. I'm going to stay positive, I know it's real and I know it won't make my problems disappear but at least I have a smile on my face and no more tears as I move forward year after year..
Even through hardship,
you gave me the membership,
to stand up again;
from those who don't believe,
I can see,
right above me,
you are there to my human eyes only,
I don't believe in you just faithfully,
I believe in you spiritually.
For broken hearts comes to tears,
for desperation comes to fears,
to deal with insanity once again.
No matter what agony,
or I snap mentally,
all the deaths been shown these days,
I will hold my faith of praise,
to all the madness we've caused,
you will show us your miracles,
for you are known as God.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
A little Prayer that I wrote.
Guide my Ride.
Dear Almighty in Heaven above
Please place your Hands on my
Shoulders and hold on to them
Please keep the Sanity in my Mind ,
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,
And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their
Rides in to Your Light away from the
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.
By : Shawn Muñoz
I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR FIFTY YEARS,
BUT IT SEEMS I JUST MARRIED LAST YEAR.
FIFTY YEARS MIGHT SEEM LIKE A LONG TIME.
BUT SUMMER NEVER SEEM TO LAST A LONG TIME.
THERE IS NOTHING THAT BRINGS SO MUCH HAPPINESS IN MARRIAGE.
AS THE THINGS YOU DENY YOURSELF FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR MARRIAGE.
NEVER EXPECT YOUR MARRIAGE TO BE ALL ABOUT LOVE.
FOR MANY A MARRIAGE HAVE CRASHED BECAUSE OF THE OTHER LOVER.
A PESKY BUTTERFLY MAY PERCH ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL ROSE.
EVEN THOUGH THE GARDEN IS FULL OF OTHER LONELY ROSES.
THERE ARE MANY THINGS YOU CANNOT CONTROL IN YOUR MARRIAGE.
BUT TRUST IN GOD CAN DO WONDERS FOR YOUR MARRIAGE.
THERE IS NOTHING LIKE A HAPPY MARRIAGE.
BUT THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE HAPPY IN THEIR MARRIAGE.
HAPPINESS HAVE NEVER WON ANY WAR.
IT IS SWEAT AND BLOOD THAT WINS WAR.
THEREFORE START EVERY DAY WITH A PRAYER TO GOD.
FOR YOU CAN NEVER WIN ANY WAR WITHOUT GOD.
A river of life is what I seek
Because you alone satisfy my thirst
Clean me with the waters of your forgiveness
Douse me in the pool of your wonder
Every morning, your dew sits on my heart
Flow into the seams of my soul
Gush from me, the fountains of your peace
Hold me, as the ocean holds the ship
I need a deluge of your compassion
Just as the trees need the downpour
Kindness trickles from your hands
Lead me beside the still waters of your love
Make me float in a sea of your grace
Never to sink under the weight of the law
Open the dams that hold back your stream of blessings
Pour your gentleness over my head
Quietly fill me with the rain of your mercy
Rush upon me so that I am swept away with your favor
Saturate me with your Holy Spirit
Tears of joy drop from my eyes
Upward I dive, into your care.
Nowadays I have a different prayer:
Don't keep me from trouble,
Teach me how to walk through trouble.
Don't lift me up to the sky,
Give me wings so I can fly,
When they want to bury me,
Don't get me out of the pit,
Help me shake the dust and step on it,
It will lift me higher.
Don't give me fish,
Teach me how to fish,
Don't pick me up when I fall,
Give me the strength to rise up when I fall,
Don't love me too much,
Give me the chance to love me too.
Don't hide me under your wings all through,
Give me the courage to walk alone when I have to,
Don't cure my pain at instant,
Help me learn what it teaches,
Don't wipe away every tear I shed,
Give me the chance to wipe some of my tears,
to feel them on my fingertips.
Don't make me feel like am the best,
Teach me that in a way we all best,
So I can be humble,
Don't forget to watch over me,
for without you am nothing.
Adam do not worry about the gloomy days.
Better days is on the way.
Cry no more my dear friend.
Dry your tears and smile.
Each day is a blessing and a challenge.
Forge ahead with rigor.
Gain on your dream gradually.
Hold on to your dreams because without
It life is just useless.
Jail all your fears and throw the
Key away,so it will not resurface.
Learn to forgive and forget.
Manage your time because life is short.
Never forget those that means most to you.
Open your mouth only when it opens itself.
Pray but do not let prayer be your master.
Quit only when you are dead.
Respect the course that made you.
Speak nothing but the truth.
Trust only what is right.
Undo with any fear of failure.
Valor is the motto you should adopt.
Whatever your thoughts,share it like Father
Yet reserve your decision.
Zenith is your destination.
Born to reverend Stevens
On a cool Monday morning
It drizzled a little bit
Very beautiful weather
Jeff was the finest of all babies
In my neighborhood Jeff was an example
Example of good Christian character
Until he became plagued
Plagued with the prodigal son syndrome
Jeff became sorrow to the mother
A disgrace to his family
The father was grief stricken
Jeff had abandoned the ways of the Lord
Jeff was on the highway to hell
Enjoyed the company of prostitutes
Even the bottles feared him
He was an alien at home
Jeff was uncontrollable
Reverend Stevens prayed
Often tossed and turned while sleeping
Reverend Stevens often found
Seated in the front porch of his house
Staring into space
Its sorrow speaking voice of a broken heart
Jeff’s mother prayed
And often wept quietly
The musings of grief
The solemn prayer of a mother
She was in agony
Like Virgin Mary
On the day Christ was crucified
We can only pray
But we can’t determine when the answer will come
Just like Saul on the way to Damascus
Jeff was as usual on his way
Again to a prostitute very drunk
The still small voice called out to Him
Jeff! Jeff! Jeff
Perplexed by the audibility of the voice
Jeff sobered up
He shouted who is it?
All of a sudden the urge for the strange woman became strange even the bottles died.
He turned and went home
That night Jeff wept
Just like a baby
He realized it was an encounter with Jesus
The answer to the prayers of
The Reverend and Mrs.
Years had passed
But they were grateful
Every one noticed the change in Jeff
The reverend, mother and neighborhood
Jesus truly saves
He is the way the truth and the life.
Praise be to God.