I come to the garden along, while the dew is still fresh
on the meadows. Early in the morning do the bird's sing
praises of roses and peddles. I cry, because there is no
refuge finally from the pain.
Yet long ago, a child was born, to become king, and yes
there is hope, just for believing in his name. Where is this King!
when I'm hurting and alone? He's just a prayer away, don't give
up, for he's Alpha and Omega, which means, just be strong!.
So they sent me to a place, to turn my life around. I cry, be-
cause, I am somebody no longer am I bound.
Now I know that Jesus is my refuge and no more drugs is
there for I. Thank you Lord, for the method, that's "Why Must
Copyright © John Streeter
All I hear are sirens echoing off tall buildings; a drunk man ranting, a prostitute looking for her next trick, a drug addict looking for his next fix. Young teenage kids who seem to have just learned the art of curse. A young couple fist fighting in the streets---more sirens. A homeless man pan-handling, picking up cigarette butts and smoking a hole into his neck, gum pushed deeper into concrete marked blacker with every step. All I hear are sirens and I say a little prayer for the person in the back. Trains and boats chiming in the distance, a stray cat limping into an unknown existence...must be nice to have nine lives! Yet, all I hear are sirens in this concrete urban forest, where trees are replaced with buildings and cars are the only waves I hear, street lights in place of the stars, sirens in place of the wind.
I close my paper eyelids tight, i can hear in this concrete urban forest of man-nature, for a glimpse, a stolen second in time, the sound of Mother Nature...she still sings and she's crying. She's crying for the people in the back of all those sirens. She cries for her bush the drunk man urinated on; the puddle of blood collecting on her blades of grass that a young man drew from his womans lips. She cries for her branch the teenage kids snapped for fun. She's crying - Mother Nature - is crying, because man - nature takes her place. In this concrete urban forest...all I hear are sirens and I close my paper eyes; i try to reach out and steal the tear off of - Mother Nature's - face. All I hear are sirens and im saddened, man-nature takes her place.
Copyright © amy epiphany tunks
I knew that you were waiting Somewhere between the last war And the next kiss And that you where dreaming of sweet angels and vampires Because they have always known In spite of John Cameron Swayze and timex Or the mechanical of Mickey Mouse That the nights are always longer I knew that you were waiting For the summer to turn to silk again And carry you away before the next big flood arrived Before the thunder and after the lightning Before the smoke and after the fire Before the dance and after the song Before the hope and after the the prayer I knew that you where waiting Like an eagle's wing and a child's song I was waiting too
Copyright © Michael Ainsley
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work
Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.
People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
At last time has brought me to this day yet again
on another Saturday night things forever will end
sweet flowers with petals in need
For me it is nothing more than a day my life will begin
the pain I feel will forever remain
yet to others it is merely a Saturday
Here I stand at the path of yesterday and today
for tomorrow there will be nothing more to say
in so many demanding ways I thank God it is Saturday
The last day in a week seen as play
but as for me it is such a lonesome day
tomorrow is day number one
the day life begins has yet begun
Peace floods me in my solace this day
knowing it is final, done, ended, this 5th day in May
the day I was finally told to give up and walk away
I am no longer trapped by my fears
or waiting for he to cause me pain
I am the one who won on this Saturday
At last I do not care to be played
or hurt to the extreme, a lovers old tired game
I want to thank you for moving on to another's sweet way
This will forever be known as Red's blessed Saturday
and with this release back into the wild game
I find my heart pure for those locked deeply away
thank you for letting me be and not trying to keep hurting me
SATURDAY is officially my lucky day!
enjoy the date that you made, love her deeply, cherish her face
for I will forever remain ever-so grateful for this Saturday
To you both I thank you, and send a prayer of passionate love your way!
At last I can be happy all because of one Saturday in May!
To me a new anniversary I have now made, with God's amazing grace.
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter
written 17th Sept 2013
When it comes to love, I AM poisonous
don't let me curse another, leave me loveless
For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart
my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start
Please find help to set your heart free
trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily
Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable
but some how, you managed the impossible
Unlovable for my entire life
yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife
Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear
at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care
Please don't enter my life's pain and despair
you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love
I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you
soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
Who tears behind the mirror?
Made me who I am
My hardened heart she took
Tenderized it with love
Took my salty tears
Turned into joyful tears
Who sighs behind the mirror
Sighs in memory
Memories and feelings
Hardships she went through
To feed my whole stomach
The woman pulling back her mucors
Does so in fear
Fear that ill not be what she hoped
That teared woman
Crys in fast and prayer
Crys for my dark self
Cries for my future
That woman crying
Tears down her body fluids
Hopefully that her anger and disappointments
May atleast flow out with them
Her body almost running dry by now
That woman calls upon God
GOD atleast make him better
That woman cries for me
That woman cries for her lineage
That woman cries night and day
How I came to be
To be what I am
I don’t know how
A slave of the world
A slave with one work song
A song entitled failure
The first stanza of calamity
The last stanza dead man where I am heading
Looking at her cry
Twists my brains
Is this what I am?
Is this my purpose to the world?
Is this the man the world wants?
Is this what God spent time Molding
Is this what the bible describes?
Just for her
Just for her I take my life back
Just for her God I stand strong
Just for her I say no
NO no no this is not me
Come mummy take this handkerchief
I don’t wannna see those tears again
I love you mummy
Copyright © FRANCIS NZIOKI
Lord, help me to understand you more and more.
Help me to appreciate the gifts of life as I explore.
So many times I've put doing my will about yours.
Please turn my heart towards your forever love.
Lord, help me to live the way you ask me to love.
And to love the way you ask me to live.
Dear God, I pray to you on my bended knees.
Hear my cry.
My urgent need for you.
Let me see you in all things.
Give me life anew.
Teach me to listen.
Teach me to be kind.
Lord, strengthen me that I might find.
The road that leads me closer to you everyday.
I beg you
Show me the way!
----By Janille James----
Copyright © Janille James
As my day slowly comes to an end
When it seems my strength is gone
As the hours seem to pass by slowly
When all I try just seems so wrong
Within my heart I seek inspiring words
A psalm that will lift my spirit high
For so often when I feel this tired
Even on my bed I have no desire to lie
I reach within my soul for divine energy
I seek with my inner voice to deeply pray
Finding I have such a great need of You
For Your soothing spirit to come my way
And as I pray silently and so sweetly
While I also gently embrace Your name
I find I shall always wait on You Lord
Knowing my happiness I will again regain
For You are the great power which saves me
The blessed assurance my heart only knows
And happily Lord I will always wait on You
Because with all my heart I love You so.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
~ (~) ~
""Patience... !" -
"BOUND... !" - lowly-lands,
rise-quietly - kiss; The-Son!""
""Benignity-Simple, Holy; Smitten-
promenades... dandling along with-
them as would-He With-Child - yes;
exulted; undefiled -
perceives; perseveres... remains -
Joy-His; Worthy; though-rejected;
abandoned-alone by-some -
All; Eternity... !""
""Bound, by indifference-denial-
shame, bitterness; yes-silence; "UNITY.""
"LOVE strait-away-soaring I-know-lye-beyond -
beholden--Joy; Grace, Peace... compassion-kinder -
Faith-even-reliant - made-relevant; through-hope,
Forgiveness this-Truth - Virtuous... in its-Mercy... !"
no-never let-go - abiding... We-apart - alone... !"
"Cored 'round Our neck choking--Us - eager-feet-
once trudging-the-road; sadly-now -
We struggle... !""
""Yes all-We-can ask-for-now - "God!" -
I feel... can-see now-Us-All...
humbly... if-only-yes... if-only -
for-deliverance - "His..."
~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~
~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~
God's-Grace-together - spinning-as-a-top-through-The-Greater-Example of-His-Love-
Mercy/Forgiveness, His-Son-Jesus - relishing-or-dancing-if-you-will-with-Him-in-the
Spirit/Sacrifice/Gift-of-His-Life-of-Surrender/Rise-Through-Him - abiding-as-one-in-reverence-
of-this - for-All-Eternity."
""King Davids secret was his thirst for God's abiding mercy in his life, and to be taught this and
move to show it in all he said and did." "He knew that mercy knows its own desire, is forever
kin to it.""
Copyright © James Long
Lord, make my eyes wide and bright,
That I may see much;
For the eyes are the windows of the soul.
Let mine shine with the light of Your love.
Give me big ears, Lord,
That I may hear much;
For the ears bring the blessing of sound.
Let mine be closed to curses and unkind words.
Make my mouth small, Lord,
That I may speak little;
For in the multitude of words,
Can be found confusion and much strife;
And make my heart large, soft and expandable,
That there may be room inside for more than self.
Let it not be hard and unyielding to the needs of others;
For all things need love and understanding.
Let these things be found in me, Lord,
That I may be pleasing in Your sight,
And my words music in Your ears,
That I may avoid Your chastisement.
"WHEREFORE, MY BELOVED BRETHREN, LET EVERY MAN BE SWIFT TO HEAR,SLOW TO SPEAK, SLOW TO WRATH; FOR THE WRATH OF MAN WORKETH NOT THE RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD."
Copyright © Judy Ball
Whenever rain falls,
It is an answered prayer for the fruitfulness of the earth
The earth buried seeds spring up in freedom
To give expression to their potential
It is the glory of the trees in the forest
That after their death, they live on
It is joy of animals in the jungle
For they have more and fresh food to eat
Only the earth prayed for rain
The seeds buried down in the earth,
The trees of the forest, the animals in the jungle
And more benefited from the earth’s prayer
A word of prayer in faith according to His will from you
Could affect millions just at that point you are standing
Copyright © Joshua Akinwande
A saved soul that prays should never fear
that the God of Heaven will not hear.
Our prayers no one else can touch.
Just the One from the Cross that gave so much.
We do not even have to wait
to get prayer through the pearly gate.
God has heard our prayer while it was in our heart.
Jesus nail scarred hands held it from the start.
For the victory of prayer has already been won.
They are heard through Jesus, the Fathers Son.
Greater is He that is in us. His Power He manifests.
We give to Him our prayers and He does the rest..
By God's Grace and Mercy His ear is waiting still-
always for His children to pray for His perfect will.
The greatest prayer that causes angels to rejoice
is a sinner repenting, receiving Christ by choice.
Not My Will, BUT Thine Be Done....
Copyright © Edith D Eutsler
My heart awakens each day with a psalm,
Which I will joyfully recite for my King.
A psalm of pure love, a psalm of praise,
Because the Lord means everything to me.
And on my knees I happily speak the words,
Bowing down before his heavenly throne.
Lovingly he accepts what is spoken by lips,
For he knows their melodies are never done.
He saved me from sin’s deep darkened pit,
And from sinking into its tormented hell.
He gave his life as a ransom for me,
And now my heart each day must tell.
Of his goodness, his love, and tender mercies,
How his loving grace has set me forever free.
For he saved a lowly sinner from certain death,
Giving me his blessing of life I surely need.
And that is why my heart will tell the world
About the precious salvation he alone brings
For he is more valuable than even my own life
Because he means more than this world to me.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
The slowest clocks bind the official wound,
An azimuth of the flesh, trust, first contact,
She blinks but no face appears,
Does every mistake ask for such an ordinary end? A seed cannot forget.
Cold, weeping statue of lifetimes, suckle her prayer in the erupting bed.
Fallen beside the tear of the flower blight, lips against the penetrator,
Learn to forgive the righteous terrors for an idle comfort.
What numbing freedom presses the soft lump pulse?
Tongues rally to expose the ghost of private remorse,
Who conceals the dignities of a suction thigh grave.
Copyright © W.P. VanDam
Take off the mask and be yourself:
Be honest; be true and strong.
Stop trying so hard to fit in a crowd where you really don't belong.
Don't side-step your calling
To HIM, you should only remain true
Don't push HIM aside because you need HIM as Guide in all that you think, say
He is the only One who does possess the Power to the success you are looking
So take off the mask; simply be yourself; accept His plans for you.
Rekindle His Love through repentance, prayer and faith within your heart-
And true success will scoop you up and elevate you high;
And wealth will be yours unendlessly with love; with peace you can not deny.
Copyright © Martha Malloy
Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace
Copyright © Scott Bronner
Oh Lord, God of Israel,
Thou art also my God.
Thou hast created the heavens and the earth,
And all things therein.
There is nothing in Heaven or above or below,
That can compare with Thee.
Thou hast been my companion, when I had no companion.
Thou hast been my protector, when I was beset by my enemies.
Thou hast given me sustenance, when I was in need.
Thou hast healed all my ills and sufferings,
Forgiven me my transgressions,
And called me, Friend.
Thou hast paid the price that bought me out of slavery,
And certain death, and called me Thy Child.
Truly, Thou art the need that all hearts cry out for.
I love Thee, but most important, Thou hast loved me,
Beyond all measure, when no one loved me.
Keep me, My Lord, forever unto Thyself,
And make me pleasing in Thine eyes.
"JESUS TOLD THIS STORY:
A MAN LOANED MONEY TO TWO PEOPLE, $5,000.00 TO ONE MAN AND $500.00 TO THE OTHER, BUT NEITHER COULD PAY HIM BACK SO HE KINDLY FORGAVE THEM BOTH, LETTING THEM KEEP THE MONEY. wHICH DO YOU SUPPOSE LOVED HIM THE MOST?
I SUPPOSE THE ONE THAT OWED HIM THE MOST', ANSWERED SIMON.
CORRECT SAID JESUS."
I know I owe Him lots, how about you.
Copyright © Judy Ball
DOING WHAT THE JESUS SAID
Eye am risking the loss of some merits to at least prove to some of you that to do
the works of JESUS is the right and lawful thing to do the man was just like me
he seems to be a homeless and eye asked him to share my food he said no he
was taken care of a food card from the service. Eye wound up giving nothing but
a courtesy yet my blessing is unending the words that JESUS speaks are meant
to be the life we breathe and giving is so certainly the thing to do. Not bragging
unnecessarily just letting people knoe to do the works he says to do. Offer
someone food if they can take it it will help you if they refuse it you can eat it
seems to me there is nothing there to lose. Now the food eye have to eat is better
for the act of sharing even the man is not eating with me the food it's doubly
better in proportions. Show me the house that's built on stilts that's built on sand.
There is a temporary church that meets inside the main church building they
usually start the service at nine thirty today they went out on a run away there was
no church service even eye usually go just to knell down near the table and thank
Jesus for the offering there there is Coffee and some coffee cake and other
things as well but today eye am on mye own attempting more than one thing at a
time it seems beyond the eye trying to stay hooked into the wonder of this life for
it seems like GOD is just like Santa Clause to me when we have it in our heart to
do he sees it just the same.
Eye still carry my raincoat my umbrella even though it has not rained for many
weeks I'm ready. The place eye like to visit has been pulled out from under me
the preacher needs to visit his own prayer room just to see how dark his heart is
to become without his love. He warned me not to trespass and so far eye have
not been back but the wonder of it all is that the place still seems to stand a
monument to decadence a monument to disgrace. They knoe that eye am
homeless eye still walk the street without a place. The blankets in the dump
seem so nice when eye am cold. Foolishness or wisdom tell me preacher what
would you do when the sky was falling would you stick your turkey neck up to the
rain and then just drown or would you find a church with a poor doorway to get
dry. The path is narrow the climb is steep and harrow the preacher fast asleep.
Eye cry a homeless to the end of time.
Copyright © charles hice
I woke up this morning
Heard a whisper in my ear.
Said "Go back up the mountain
Something more you need to hear."
Looked out the window
At the mountain I did stare
Something then came over me
Got on my knees in prayer
The voice kept on haunting me
Till no longer I could sleep.
Is it my Soul or my Sanity?
The mountain wants to keep?
Is there such a mountain?
Or is it only in my mind?
Seems it keeps on telling me
There's something I need to find
Last time there He told me
Of all the things He's done
But I forgot to ask Him
Why he took my son?
Was there any reason?
That I'll always question why.
He's no longer with us.
Why, was he the one to die?
Said I should take His hand,
Put my trust in Him.
But I must be honest now
My faith in Him is rather dim.
Last time on that mountain
His words went right into my heart,
But the more I kept on thinking
It started to tear my heart apart.
Why is it so hard for me
To believe in what You say?
That there is a better place
And You will show the way
Did I lose my sanity?
Did I lose my soul.
Only this damn mountain knows
If there's more stories to be told
Copyright © Donald Eissler
He came down at my level
He heard my cry
He saw every obstacle
He made a path in my red sea
He sent His spirit
He assured my comfort
He gave me angels
He lighted my candle
He saw in my heart
He knew His portion
He gave me His word
And He answered my prayer
Copyright © Olivia Nimley
PSALM 2: FOR THE CHILDREN
Being the seeds of the seeds
Of the fruits of our beginnings,
Yours is the destiny to give reality
To the visions of the dreams
(There is much for you to pursue and do)
Listen, chickens have their places;
You my children, are eaglets:
Heirs of Sons of the Sun.
Spread wide your wings!
Feather your nests!
Soar in glory!
The all seeing eye is upon you;
The pyramids stand before you;
The flowing river is behind you.
(There is much for you to pursue and do)
Never forget whose and who you are;
Always mindful of what you must be:
The peace, the love and the unity
Of our beloved liberty.
Copyright © millard lowe
I had no choice that day but to love you
My heart could do nothing else but care
So perpetually my mind began to spin
When you sat down by my side so near
I don’t think I would have chosen you
If that moment in time was left up to me
But your Father had set in motion a plan
Where your grace would lovingly set me free
My heart was swept away so effortlessly
When you reached out taking me by my hand
I never realized my life could be this happy
Loving you as no other human ever can
And it was the most magnificent of blessings
The greatest gift my eyes could ever receive
That moment in time when I became so alive
When my God, placed You God, in front of me.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
I will enter into the house of my Lord
With a joyful heart praising his name
I will seek out his love, and great mercy
Knowing I will never again be the same
For each new day you have called out to me
Always taking me by your unseen spirits hand
Directing my heart in the way I should go
To share the tender grace of the great “I Am”.
For many blessings are mine to own this day
Where with a spiritual eye I may now see
The wealth which most only dream about
But cannot have for they fail to believe
For like great King David long before me
Deep in my heart you daily place the songs
Which every morning now greets my heart
Empowering my hungry spirit all day long
Bringing to me your lasting embrace each day
Reminding me with you I will never be alone
For you allowed me to enter into your grace
Which in life shall always be my secured home
So with my prayers and many supplications
Each day I will bow down at your lovely feet
Knowing deep in my heart you are the only One
Who will always make my life so very complete.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
John and Bath, short for Bathsheba Adams, were quite a pair. Nothing ever got them down, except maybe an occasional cold. Even then she would take hers out into the cold winter day of the back parking lot of the slum tenement building. Where, there, she would nudge three of the fifteen cats trying to climb her double tattered blue jeans, out of the way, in order to stand and offer her cold up to God, seeing that it was all she had to offer Him and really she would be grateful, as well as giving up her only possession. She often asked God why He didn’t seem inclined to come and keep them company, because she believed in Him heart, body and soul and talked to him constantly because John just got tired of listening. She and John loved each other and no other. She hadn’t worked steadily in Lord knows when. John on the other hand got hurt on the job just before he was vested in company rights and the pitiful settlement he received was long gone. He was left as barely good company for Bath, telling her over and over to just wait ‘til “he gets back on his feet” literally. But that is not an option any longer, so Bath feels the need to keep him company. They really only had what you might call one vice. That being because you might say they were wasting good money for no good reason. They religiously bought two, one dollar lottery tickets every day that passed. Well, there it was, the day before Christmas and Bath didn’t have money but for one ticket. Well, she hotfooted down through Chinatown because there were still barbers there who would buy hair and she wanted to give John a special lottery ticket for Christmas. The deal done she was cold as the mischief and begging God not to let her sinus get worse as she headed through the light rain for those lottery tickets. John, meanwhile was hobbling down to get his ticket. She always insisted that he walk to the corner himself so if he won he would feel like he had bought the ticket. The rascal stopped and sold his crutch. Can you belive, for $1 he sold his crutch. Well, to cut to the chase, some friends carried him home after he bought the ticket. Beth came in and after a bowl of soup, they had a prayer and wished each other merry Christmas and exchanged the two tickets which were the gifts. Well, my story ends here. I'm not going to tell you one or both won the lottery. But in the spirit of Christmas I will say they lived quite long, and they were very happy while they lived.
Copyright © Charles Henderson
For this very instant of time
I held reality within my hand
I read the meaning beneath the eyes
And just began to understand
So many feelings are still mysterious
For this very instant of time
Yet motionless I know. I'm not alone
The boundary is crusty, still not define
In this humanity just passing through
Another branch in the tree line
For this very instant of time
I hope my clouds will live as blue
And when the heart of life will forever pause
I'll still remember love so kind
In position of prayer on knees I crash
For this very instant of time
From this very instant of time!
Copyright © Nikhil Chandwani
PSALM 1: FOR MY CHILDREN
These minds are mine. Mine
to shape, mold and give control:
budding hopes in the furrows of time.
These fruits will bear new seeds
to sprout and meet our lingering needs.
Hope is a starving hunger seeking to be fed;
Faith awaits the reality of visions of the dead.
Lost dreams remain forever asunder;
never see the light nor hear the thunder.
You are those of whom the ancestors spoke;
You are those who will splinter the chocking yoke.
You will destroy forever the auction block.
You will be the new leaders of the wandering flock.
You will be those who will take us over the mountain top.
Copyright © millard lowe
"Fate in the hands of God always
beholds a greater future I'm finding. As-
its opportunity reflects this... His-
devotion for all of us I believe
honestly telling of this... .
Here-in the reflection-
of the tender waters
And as I cast-
away my hopes to-
Him, my faith sighs,
and my joy runs freely-
behind me there-
over yonder to-
an apple falling from a
tree upon all of us, His goodness can be-
found cascading down rustling up the leaves-
slip drop too and fro slip drop bop bop thunk thunk-
crying look out below thunk, ouch. Barreling down faster
and faster through the air running along with it past the-
proposal of each on every branch. Dancing through-time
And as a small breeze blows my heart beats-eagerly, and
with all that we've been through together, my soul lies down-
chuckling, confidingly, knowing now that He's in complete-
Grace weeps willingly for me knowing it has always been-
with me, this perfect way with Him ever greater in the-
respect. Concentrated and open my patient prayer having-
been my only reprieve securing my repose.
While with a rustle rustle slip drop bop slip drop bop, thunk-
thunk. Leaning back up under it letting go of my fishing pole-
with closed eyes I reach out catch an apple and then another.
Snatching two up out of the air in the palm of my hands while
sitting up, I laugh a ha... ! Finally I got you! Open my eyes
drop one, swipe my pole back up again bob my head as to
say you go boy. Chomp down on the other and rather
cockily and over confidently laugh louder, then
louder. Swallow hard, real hard, slowly, suddenly.
As another falls quietly slip drop thunk smack
then I'm caught again, "shouting ouch". As
it lands and whacks me hard right on the
top of my head! God snickering loudly,
as I know He must surely be as I know I
most certainly am.
Copyright © James Long
Riding on the train
Trying to make it to my destination
Getting on board with different people
Feel like a replacement,
Each stop gives you a sense of direction
If you miss yours,its a hint of rejection
Its a blessing
You get there on time
You may not have a seat
But you.dont look behind
For your not blind
Or you clearly dont want to see
That you could be next to someone who are going through misery
They feel as if life couldnt get any more tears to be set free
Is it me, the only one who notices,
Have we honestly lost all our focuses
All we have left is hope and its
Seem like its slowly fading
People on the train asking for help
We never reach.out a hand because we stuck on self
Id rather.have wealth in my heart than in my mind
Id rather make make someone smile anytime
Talking talking in the spirit
Helping being a change i can feel it
Crowds and crowds of people getting off and getting on
Carrying loads of heavy luggage
God youve made,them strong
Youve given them strength
Their lifes not so drinched
The strong are able to survive
they start appreciating you and praising u
For granting them a,gift of staying,alive
People so lost in their,eyes
Tired of trying to make away
The,passengers go up and down
The bounds so freely
To clear their minds
Know that its fine
Remember those asking for help
Whether its a prayer or some change
What would jesus have done
In his fathers name
He wouldnt complain
He would help
Turn frowns upside down
Help you climb those steps
Help you up the elevator
Hes here for us now or even later He will never leave our side
And ive had a great experience of the,train ride
By: Concetta Hardnett
Copyright © concetta hardnett
I pledge to you my beloved
That I shall walk your path
I will emulate your life ways
As long as my life does last
I will sing an amazing love song
Which many with ears will hear
For I treasure the many moments
When I find your presence near
I breathe daily your compassion
As I always embrace your love
Which nourishes all living things
Who praise you with their hugs
Once one finds himself being blessed
With the tenderness of your embrace
Who would Think of ever denying
Your loves fullness and pure grace
Each morning my praise comes to you
While filling me with your lasting joy
For only in you lies the true treasure
Which daily my heart seeks to employ
You bring to me all my nourishment
The priceless spiritual bread I need
Humbling me with your kindness which
My heart and spirit you choose to feed.
Copyright © Wendell Brown