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Job Hunting

No matter where I look
No matter how hard I pray
No matter my urgency and its drive...
I cannot find a job...

I'm pained by the agony of suffering
for hope... faith beats me...
perseverance is growing winded
and despair is as familiar as a smile

And I continue on like this

as the seconds only bring me closer to more nothingness
and I sit in the chair of discouragement and rub my head for comfort

You see, I lie to myself and tell myself I'm happy and feel this lie
so I don't have to wade in depression of the truth of how low I am... 
by poverty and its constraints... and its consumption of my entirety...

and I beg God for help...I beg you now again God I can't go
on like this much longer...





(the next day I got a job!!!! Ha!)

Faith.........

I'M FACE WITH A TRAIL THAT
HAS PARALYZED THE EMOTIONS. MY
FAITH IS ON THE JUDGEMENT SEAT THERE'S
SO MUCH COMMOTION INSIDE MENTALLY. CASTING
DOWN THOSE IMGINATIONS THAT TRY TO INTIMIDATE.
THE WORD OF GOD COMFORTS MY SOUL. REMINDING GOD OF
HIS PROMISES. KNOWING THAT HE CAN NOT LIE. I REGAIN MY
STRENGTH AND DRY MY WATERY EYES.............................

I'M THE STRONGEST IN MY WEAKEST. 
I REFUSE TO GO TO THE PLACE OF LODOBAR.
I AM A CONQUEROR INSPITE OF CIRCUMSTANCES. I'M
LIKE CREAM IN COFFEE I WILL RISE TO THE TOP.MY FAITH
WAS ON THE JUDGEMENT SEAT.THROWN IN AN INTENSE FIRE,ONLY
PURIFIED THE RELATIONSHIP.........................................

Premium Member Face To Face With Death

The day I met the airplane face to face
Just going out to work awhile that day
Never knew I could be meeting death's race
Working for Census Bureau_month of May

Just going out to work awhile that day
Client list in hand maps to draw that's grand
Working for Census Bureau__month of May
Lovely drive early spring __last stand

Client list in hand maps to draw that's grand
Never thought that this could be last journey
Lovely drive early spring blooms__last stand?
Didn't know God had my life in hand_not on gurney

Never thought that this could be last journey
But when that airplane I met on a curve
Didn't know God had my life in hand_not on gurney
Pilot out window motion_already swerve

But when that airplane I met on a curve
Never knew that I could be meeting death's race
Pilot out window motion_already swerve
The day I met the airplane face to face...


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