A smart woman wants
More out of life
be an encouragement
to your fellow man
tell them of the firm foundation
on which you now stand
be an encouragement
lift up a lost soul
Inspire someone to go out
and achieve their goals
be a help and not a hindrance
be a source of strength
be a buoy and not an anchor
a life raft with good intent
be an encouragement
lift up a lost soul
Inspire someone to go out
and achieve their goals
God is in control
He has our best interests in mind
God is on patrol
and restoration in Him we will find
for God encourages
God reassures
through Him there's salvation
that's been fully insured
so be an encouragement
lift up your fellow man
help them onto that firm foundation
on which you now stand
be an encouragement
lift up a lost soul
Inspire someone to go out
and achieve their goals
Though black waves strike with scorn and bitter might,
Look to the Lighthouse on the shore, so tall and bright.
And though the night seems scary, without end,
Faithfully look to Him, your God, your loving Friend.
Though stones and boulders block your path today,
And friends of old have turned and gone astray,
Look to the Path that leads to the skies above,
And never cease to love with endless, godly love.
And though the mountain climb is steep and hard at times,
Look ahead to God; to Him, you turn your eyes.
If tears are many and your wing is broken,
Jesus heals the wound—trust in Him and always sing!
Through every trial, He is the Lord Most High,
who hears your prayer, your whisper, and your cry.
He’ll answer in His time; He never disappoints.
No harm shall come to those He calls His own, to those whom He anoints.
Let many roar like lions, wanting to cause you pain;
Their power now is but a simple breeze, a fleeting breath in vain.
The storm is ending; see the rainbow’s hue:
“I am the Truth,” God softly whispers now to you.
Sure to lose if I don't try
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When the aching intensity of indecision
Nails your feet grasping to the buckling floor
And your outstretched arms are too weak to fight,
Summon courage from the flailing, swirling air.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When fear has curdled what’s left of your brain
And no passage of time will ease the pain
And you’re sitting in darkness with no means to fight,
Summon inner wisdom from your beating heart.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When the circle is shrinking; no friends left in sight
And you sit alone on the sharp edge not knowing what’s right
And you rail at the darkness, both fists in the air
Summon your anger at what brought you there.
Gather your courage, return to the fight.
Reach for Power and lean into the Light.
It’s all an illusion, a mere trick of self-deception.
Stop telling yourself you are powerless and small.
In every atom of your body, every song of your Soul
Power rises and falls as you summon and call.
You have all you need. You are streamlined for flight.
Reach for Power and lean into Light
Do what's important
To you, because
Time is really
Flying by
Don't waste your
Time and energy
On negative things
And people
If sky is real, then so is wind --
a wind as friendly as a friend
that hardly anybody knows.
Wind, a friendly friend
does not hide behind a kite
but blows right through --
to lift it up and watch it soar.
Our strings are tethered
to this earthly earth --
a downward pull to keep
us down.
A tangled tangent now --
to each his own to own.
We are not helpless
in this helping state.
We'll all reach out
to hold each hand --
to be that friend,
a friendly wind
blowing through
to left each other up.
Spring is here,
and for the first time
the air smells like living.
Standing in the golden rays,
I feel a weight lifted —
like shackled stone losing its chains,
floating back towards the surface of the ocean,
carried to and fro,
dancing with the waves
as they carry me towards the horizon.
My lips begin to crack,
dry from the salt
that preserved my spark.
I sip from the freshwater spring
that bursts forward —
a ship with tattered sails,
hemming the threads
one seam at a time,
secured at the helm,
navigating west,
chasing the sunset.
Don't worry about tomorrow, its shroud of uncertainty,
For life's tapestry is woven, with threads of ebony and glee.
Today's tempests may rage, and trials may beset,
But dawn's light brings respite, and a new day's promise met.
Your plans, like autumn leaves, may scatter in the breeze,
Yet, in the silence, faith whispers, "All will be revealed with ease."
Those mountains, high and steep, that seem to block your way,
Will crumble, and valleys form, as you journey through life's fray.
Life was never meant to be, a problem-free domain,
But a pilgrimage, where struggles refine, and hearts are made plain.
So, breathe the present's air, and trust the unknown's sway,
For in the ebb and flow, you'll find a brighter day.
For every ending marks, a new beginning's birth,
And setbacks often lead, to a more resilient worth.
So, hold on to hope, and let faith be your guide,
And know that tomorrow's dawn, will bring a different tide.
I found you first,
and I want to be the first.
I drown to pursue,
but afraid to let you go at the end.
You are undeniably strong,
the strongest I ever have.
You were, you are, and you always will be
with everyone — no matter what they've done yet,
Indeed, you hold a pain from long before,
that makes you feels
Standing alone in the storm.
Why you hide from yourself?
My dear, you weren’t —
or you never have been alone.
You have the power
to empower yourself.
You are the sun,
enlightening even the ocean's depth.
Why you holding on
to things from the past?
You weren’t alone,
you never have.
Encourage yourself,
oh my dear, hold on to that.
It’s hard to do —
I’m aware of that.
However…
I’ll be standing with you,
the way you always have.
I know the guilt
you deal inside at.
I found you first,
and I’m responsible for that.
I’ll keep looking on you,
and onto you —
hope you know that.
Oh my dear,
you weren’t,
or you never have been alone
to deal by yourself.
Years have taught me this:
Classrooms grow two seasons.
Some minds bloom.
They tilt toward light,
Ask questions like rivers,
Walk long roads with books for bread,
Keep vigil with the moon
Till knowledge breaks the dark.
They lift their parents’ names,
Spark their peers to motion,
And sit-------quietly........
Where crowns listen.
Others arrive as drought.
They silence bells,
Drink effort dry,
Turn patience into ash.
Lessons knock;
Their doors do not answer.
They learn by weight, not will,
Crushing the fragile courage
Of those who teach,
Leaving hearts bruised,
Hope breathless.
So I ask
Are you seed or stone?
Fire or fog?
An answer to sacrifice
Or the thief of time?
Look back at the hands that paid,
The hours poured like rain.
Look forward.
Choose what kind of season
You will be.
Years have taught me this:
Classrooms grow two seasons.
Some minds bloom.
They tilt toward light,
Ask questions like rivers,
Walk long roads with books for bread,
Keep vigil with the moon
Till knowledge breaks the dark.
They lift their parents’ names,
Spark their peers to motion,
And sit-------quietly........
Where crowns listen.
Others arrive as drought.
They silence bells,
Drink effort dry,
Turn patience into ash.
Lessons knock;
Their doors do not answer.
They learn by weight, not will,
Crushing the fragile courage
Of those who teach,
Leaving hearts bruised,
Hope breathless.
So I ask
Are you seed or stone?
Fire or fog?
An answer to sacrifice
Or the thief of time?
Look back at the hands that paid,
The hours poured like rain.
Look forward.
Choose what kind of season
You will be.
Don't let a moment in time
leave a scar on your soul
This reality is just a tiny part
of what truely makes us whole
The people we come across
are mostly jus memories of clowns that will fade
over the years
I can promise you not one of them
are worth even one single tear
Growing up is nothing like our dreams
The pain we feel
Will teach us more than it seems
This dimension is really
just one of an infinite amount
And this world is like
a school for our souls
that feels like there's no way out
N sometimes it hurts
that we think we jus
fade in a crowd
Once you realize
theres so much more
AFTER this life
it will be a lil easier
to take all the bullshtt in stride
Our souls need to grow
& we learn the best lessons from hurting
but just try to always remember
pain is meant for your growth & learning
Each time your heart & soul
feel that sting of this life
just know that its a reminder
that you're alive
If a friend or
Family member asked
To move in with you
Until they figured things out
Tell them hell no!
Once they move in they will
Never figure things out
All the while, they won't
Help with rent, the bills nor food
What they want is a free ride
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