This decision, has to come from the top
so as I watch I pray, and pray what I watch
goes this distance these brief intermissions
are nothin but a waste and not every woman
can satisfy what I have a taste for...but sometimes
I can't help its not you its me I'm the one who gives
my heart my emotions my feelings away so freely
but still I play my position...and while it gets played
one thing constantly crosses my mind,
is she the one is this gonna be your last first date
but I know...if she doesn't share the passion for
the presence of God how could she ever understand
why for the sake of the Gospel I go hard?
I could wait for that moment to come, but I need a
woman of
virtue who understands life means nothin if its focused
on the son.
So in prayer is where I find myself even if her persona
is half past amazing, if we aren't compatible spiritually
I would never find her unless she's lost in the saviour.
Lately I been in isolation, the spirit keeps calling me but
its my flesh as of late I been chasing...I'm trying, I know
I'm stronger than what it looks like I have to live up to the
hype faith on high like a kite I'm finite he's infinite I'm
wrong I went left he's right I gotta get back I see him
clearly but my back is still to him unfaithfulness is that
thorn that ruins it, that ruined us so when that volcano
erupts in the human body called lust prayer becomes a
must when we realize enough is enough
I caught myself this blue balloon
Flying adrift and among trees
Laughing I untied it from its string
And ran in happiness at top speed
The balloon unknowingly deflated
And hung limp from my fingers
Sadly I touched its shiny surface
Feeling a lump in its heart
As my fingers explored its very life
A tiny paper note it unveiled
And on it were the words of a little child
Asking her daddy to come back
As I sat on my bed at night
And looked out to the starry sky
My eyes closed and a prayer went up
For daddy to come to his waiting child
For daddy to come to his waiting child
20/07/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Francine’s ‘Happiness is a balloon’ contest
Each morning before the early sunrise
I wait to see the light in heaven’s skies
Impatient like a child wanting a toy
I wait to feel the new day’s tears and joy
Though I know, the dawn must surely come
I fear it will not and I will be undone.
The incense clouds that spiral where I kneel
Intense my senses finely tuned to feel
In words of prayer that linger in the haze
First-light shadows that begin all my days
So silent is this time of sacred space
Alone yet not, as he kisses my face.
(07/04/11)
I said a prayer and he heard my plea
And came down to comfort me.
I told him that he knew what
I was going through
I just didn’t know what to do.
I could see that face in that
Blurred vision of him
And he stood with a very wide grin.
He said : my son there are answers all around
You just have to look for them to be found.
For every ailment there is a cure
And of this you can be sure.
The older generations had all the home remedies
Just check with them and you will see.
I have given you a brain to use
And free will for you to choose.
Use what I have given to you
To find the answers.
And choose Which would be right for you
This is all you have to do.
Quick cures you may find
But the correct ones take more time.
As I took time to make everything you see
You just have to wait patiently.
Help yourself and I will help you
And these words are so very true.
If I had made life easy
Would you appreciate what you see.
These are burdens that you must bare
And the rest with you I’ll share.
Now I knew my plea was heard
And to mankind he gave his word.
Because the sun shines, I feel the warmth of hope
Through cold and biting winds, I see the signs
And know the sleeping Earth returns to life.
I stare past trails left by icicle ropes
On to the horizon where Spring reclines
In waiting for an end to Winter’s strife.
And when I gaze into my crystal ball
I see my silver Lady dancing there
A spark within the Winter’s darkest hour
And in her love once more, I’m standing tall
I know there is no reason to despair
As life returns from death within her pow’r.
Oh Lady hear my prayer once more tonight
And grant me peace within your holy light.
Our God’s full of miracles and so full of Love
Watching and guiding from His home up above
His Mercy and Grace from His cup overflows
Why our King loves us only He knows
He sends down His Angels to help and to guide
They know our needs and are there to provide
Our God loves and cares for us like only He can
When troubles surround you, pray for his plan
Through unending Mercy and Grace He’ll supply
the needs you are facing if prayer you apply
Have faith and believe that He will provide
He never fails if in your heart He resides
What a wonderful Savior our Lord and our King
Such comfort He gives us in the love that He brings
So when you are facing life’s rough rocky road
pray only God’s love will guide as you go.
Crops in the field had dried up so long ago,
our old well gave us dust, instead of water.
Prayers went unanswered, many had given up,
while others threw their faith away.
Then our little creek went dry on us,
nothing remained, but dry dirt.
One Sunday Morning the old
country Church took to praying
all morning, the preacher ended the service
by telling the congregation we have to have faith,
that the Lord will send rain, and very soon,
or it will be over for us all.
Sunday night the smell of the golden scent
of rain hitting the dried up earth, as a down pour,
like we had not seen in over 30 years, came down on
us like a mountain top. By day break, our well and creek
was once again full of water, the Lord had given us rain, our
faith, which was almost gone, was given new life, and the rains
had come which was a prayer from heaven come true.
Written 5-12-11
Navy Seals, they are the boys
no mistakes or error.
They have gone and rid this world
of one man and his terror.
Holed up in a Pakistani house
hidden behind a twelve foot wall,
there became no hiding place,
oh how the "mighty one"can fall!
His body washed and put to sea,
oh let us take a breath,
is this demon really done
is he put to death?
No matter what your faith
or what your point of view,
there is one thing oh so clear
we have to see this through.
Let us take a moment,
although we"ve lots to fear,
and appreciate a victory
mark this day and year.
Say a prayer for all who mourn
at the setting of each sun,
and join their mighty cry..
"Let justice please be done".
The skies in my corner of the world are murky and gray,
Not leaving me much to write about in a very bright way,
Spring is still here but hidden under a lurking form of dark,
But flowers are underneath with a light little spark.
For darkness can not conquer any form of brilliant light,
God comes shining through and slays that type of night,
I hold on to him in much prayer for the action I will do,
He said through holy spirit " I will seek the revenge for you"
He whispered "send that letter, send that mail for me"
I wish to do something so you can finally be happy and free
Maybe your prayer could give him
A reason for living
Maybe your prayer could stop
The thief from stealing
Maybe your prayer could encourage
The addict to put down the crack
Maybe your prayer could of hindered
The 9/11 attack
Maybe your prayer could stop
The teenager from running wild
Maybe your prayer could help her
To deal with the lost of her child
But how would you know if you never pray?
You would never know how it could affect
Yesterday or today
St. Therese wakes in the night.
She feels the bees buzzing in her chest
and kneels, naked knees on the floor.
I wake, startled, by a nightmare
that slips from my mind
to another corner of the house.
You are off somewhere else,
breathing in time with the ceiling
that rises and falls with a huff.
I stare into the dark, unmoved,
except for my lips
that offer a prayer of protection.
St. Therese and I pray in time.
locked in a cell and bound in chains...for the crimes i committed in my heart,soul,and brain
my crime is desire and the sentence is death...the wages of sin keep stealing my breath
like an eagle trapped inside of a vultures exsistance
no rebellion,no release,no resistance...pain keeps coming with pure persistance
i call out His name with neverending insistance
i used to be a hellion now i'm living in the light
i walk by faith and not by sight
in the middle of the devils darkest night i get down on my knees...and i pray
Lord,i need a prayer and a healing...take back what the thief keeps stealing
i need lines from the Lord...i need His parables and prophecies
no time for the wicked with their wars and attrocities
i used to stay locked in darkness and defeat
in my heart and my hand is the key to eternity.......
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Thoughtfully thankful through prayer I grow.
Serving my Savior, sweetly onward I go.
Thank you Living Lord for loving me so.
Thank you sincerely for sunshine or snow.
Thank for graciousness, goodness and glow.
Thank you for frolicking fun to and fro.
Thank you for all balmy breezes that blow.
Thank you for bountiful blessing's bestow.
Thank you for giving me get up and go.
Thank you for fountains of freshening flow.
Thank you for Spring's spectacular show.
Thank you for carrying crude Cross, sad and slow.
Pleading for more patient penance as I go,
Silently in service to my Savior, I grow.
For Adeleke's Through, Thoughtful, Thankful contest.
At times I feel outcast
Heart heavy with the shadows of my past
But this feeling never seems to last
Intense and afraid, I pray for help
Hands clasped and heart open
The shadows shudder
Captivated by the power of prayer
I pray to God
My day is brightened
The emotional clouding is cleared
And my prayers answered
He is gracious
Loving and Almighty
I hoped this would happen
But also knew
For he is creative and caring
And end my prayer then
And there
With Amen
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