In the meantime is where I stand
Where my thoughts are as plain as land
As these grains of sand, Descend from my hands
My thoughts are dispensed from recent events
Get up or give up which decision will win
They only reply, decide but to survive its supply and demand
Suicide is how you die if you die within
Genocide is the death of those who will rise again
Never to be diminished only replenished
But to our demise we are but a sacrifice to them
We pay our tides to them
But in the meantime, only time is spent
So they say right now isn’t the time for this
By: Loquita Shaw
Hey what's up fear?
Do you know me? Do
you even care? You can't
break me. I set my path
to be legendary.
What you remind me of
myself that I've sold. To
me it's now tired and
old. Just like torments of
past. They to didn't
last.
The trickery of your deceit
and cunning.Always kept
me running.From myself and
my father's hand. That's why
this time I choose to stand.
In the beating pouring
rain. Is where I choose to
remain.
Because when at the breaking
of the dawn. Guess what
fear? You're gone.So I'll wait,
because my time is near.
You can't break me. I'm still
hear.
Lightning surrender your strangle hold
On the heart of the tender
For if being nice is a crime
Advantage you will take time after time
But I will not surrender my outstretched hand
Even as out of the corner of my eye I see your cheap shot you land
Life, started by God, is our Fathers plan,
The breath given to Adam, for us to understand.
That eternity is a gift from our maker,
To judge with Him, His future law-givers.
Adam listened to Eve, and brought a curse,
To mankind, it couldn't have been worse.
So the Lord sent His Son for atonement,
To forgive out sins, a great fulfillment.
Washing our sins away started with Jesus,
To receive a Spiritual life, it's His thesis.
A glorious time is coming to this earth,
A time to honor God, a plan that starts from birth.
We have been chosen, to be Christians,
In love for each other, we are all His brethren.
Started with a breath of life,
To be with God the Father and Jesus, our living Christ.
THE SAVIOR AND I
The Savior and I are in troth:
That amidst a storm He never shall forsake,
And I His mercies shall ever seek;
All His love and grace both,
He never shall withhold from His child.
And the feebly I can I shall keep His word,
Finding in it His abiding will
To be His and serve him still,
Till I leave this alien world.
His grace shall be my goal
Though I from time to time shall fall;
With knees upon the ground
I shall ever request another pardon and round.
All those His name passionately called,
He allowed Himself be found;
His help he’s never withheld
From them that pray with unceasing sounds!
THE SAVIOR AND I
The Savior and I are in troth:
That amidst a storm He never shall forsake,
And I His mercies shall ever seek;
All His love and grace both,
He never shall withhold from His child.
And the feebly I can I shall keep His word,
Finding in it His abiding will
To be His and serve him still,
Till I leave this alien world.
His grace shall be my goal
Though I from time to time shall fall;
With knees upon the ground
I shall ever request another pardon and round.
All those His name passionately called,
He allowed Himself be found;
His help he’s never withheld
From them that pray with unceasing sounds!
N ot so new I feel so old
E very resolution I make is broken
W hen will I find a little courage?
Y ou must have seen a rough year too
E ither that or we're all in denial
A time has come for us to be
R eady for the changes that will inherit all 365 days of smiles
Happy New Year to everyone and be blessed, humble and prosperous at all time
because any thing less would be so 2010!!!!! Hahaha !!!!!! LOL!
It has happened again......
Once AGAIN.....
OF A FURRY, IN A HURRY
wood & stone,
Imagination.....
one says,
Reality.
One knows,
threw the eye of two...
complete madness...
a time of sadness...
tunnel vision
intwined in time,
Can you see through my eyes?
Can you feel my soul?
Can you see my spirit as it runs,
as eye(I) tiptoe......
" She is at peace,
for she fears no evil,
as she (I) walks through
the valley of death(pain)....
You must see to understand."
"THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH"
As I walk through the valley of death,
forgiveness is poured into my spirit...
MY PHYSICAL EYES SEE.....
time tell Imagination....Reality
Time with the Lord is precious
every second does count
he is there for us always
and not just when our troubles or worries start to mount
the Lord is there for us
with a listening to share
the Lord is with us with his loving care
time with the Lord is precious
every single day
it only takes a few moments to listen to what
he is trying to say
the Lord always listens no matter what your going through
you just need to take the time to open up your
heart and let him minisiter to you.
Psalm 116 I love the lord because he hears my voice
and prayers for mercy
because he bends down to listen
I will pray as Long as I have breath. Amen and Amen.
Revelation 1 :3 God blesses the one who reads the words of this prohercy to the church
and he blesses all who listen to its message and obey what it says, for the time is near.
Amen.
a time to live
a time to die
a time to laugh
a time to cry
a time to mourn
they that died
a time to remember
times we laughed and cried
who can recall the fullness of life
the time when the fruit
they say has turned ripe
then time to harvest
weather happy or sad
they pick the fruit
and put it in a bag
it may be prepared
for a wonderful feast
or preserved for latter
when the harvest is weak
but to rot on the vine
is a waste of Gods time
and sinful where usefullness
was only deceit
have they been missed
by the harvesters hand
perhapes left for gleening
their second chance
but rot on the vine
is the devils delight
give nothing to anyone
and stay out of sight
the time to give
is waning fast
we're constantly ageing
with lives that won't last
opportunity soon becomes
a thing of the past
but the best come forth
giving what they have
it seem's at times
that they are taken from us
our gentle lambs
we love and trust
but by Glory they are saved
for a greater day
in the fullness of life
they went away
from a time to live
and a time to die
to a time to die
and a time to live
Walking through the valley all on my own
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Walking through the
valley all on my own
Searching for a reason
why I am still around
Because I never thought
that I
could live for so long
Because I thought I
would
end up dying young
But I am honestly
grateful
that I am still around
Because I still have a lot of
living to do in this life of mine
before it’s my time to be gone
I just wish that I didn’t
have
to spend it being alone
Because I really wish that I
could have a companion
who could love me as
I could love them in return
Hopefully the good Lord
will
hear my prayers in Heaven
And he will answer every prayer
that I have ever prayed to him
In my heart I know he will bring
me a
partner and a mentor and a friend
But it will be in his time and not in my own
So in the mean time I will keep the faith
and I will do my very best to remain strong
I keep my lamps filled, and all ready to light.
My Lord will come without warning.
It may be first thing in the morning
Or it may be in daytime or night.
With no time to waste nor a minute to spare
I keep everything ready to go.
Lights out time I'm not privileged to know,
But I have my bags packed with a prayer.
For some he comes early, for some he comes late,
The Lord has his reasons for choosing,
When called there will be no refusing.
No man is allowed to pick his own date.
I've my ticket to go when my time is due
In spring or summer, winter or fall,
Dear Lord, I'm ready whenever you call,
And the time is known only by you.
Honorable mention
And never were you mention on our lips
And never was your love in dark eclipse
And your kingdom was soft to understand
And never was your touch as harboured ships
And never were you distant out of grips
We together were with lack of ceilings
We together in unknown of mornings
We worshiped and found everything from thee
We together in sharing of feelings
We together were with all our siblings
Were we to live as neutral observer?
Were we to be in timeless safe cover?
Were we to know the reason for un Dieu?
Were we to be as a soulless saver?
Were we to live forever and ever?
In your time there is only peace and quietness
In your time there can be perpetualness
In sharing together there was not sin
In your time there can be ephemeralness
In your time there is just sight and brightness
Heaven was a thought that was never missed
Heaven was a place in the certain midst
Heaven didn’t have the sins of seven
Heaven was a place, which did not exist
Heaven was a thought with no time no lists
There seems to be a global awakening.
There seems to be a spiritual rebirth.
The truth seems at last to be in the reach
of us creatures now roaming the Earth.
There is a flower of faith in the making
and it moves to the source of the light.
We breathe hope on the whispering winds
of change, as we battle to pull through the fight.
This is a time of transition
from the old to the wholesome and new.
Its a time to lay down our weapons of pain;
to cease firing our bullets of hate.
Its a time to stop singing our anthems of war
and stand united, before its too late.
Stand in silence and listen to the voice of your soul,
it is trying to make itself heard.
You might be surprised by the message it brings,
by the wisdom it speaks in it's words.
For the truth lies within not around us.
Its not found in the wealth or the fame.
It resides in our heart and our spirit.
It is found in love that we give.
In each one of us is a wellspring of faith.
Find it now; it is then you will live.
WHO'S THE BLAME FOR THE LIFE STRUGGLES AND TEST WE ARE DRAGGED THROUGH, LEAVING US
CONFUSED, LOST, AND AT TIMES OUT OF CONTROL?
HOW DO WE LET GO OF THOSE THAT COME INTO OUR LIVES WITHOUT HARM, THE ONES THAT MAKES US
SMILE AFTER WALKING MILES AND MILES ON PAIN AND SHAME?
WHO DO WE BLAME?
WE FORGET AT TIMES HOW FRAGILE WE REALLY ARE UNTIL OUR HEARTS ARE TOSSED TO THE SIDE LIKE
A PIECE OF PAPER TO BE BURNED, TO BE HURT HOW WILL WE LEARN TO DEAL WITH THIS PAIN?
HOW WILL WE EVER MOVE ON? GIVING UP IS NOT THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE. TEARING THE
WINGS OFF AN ANGELS BACK TO COUNT THE FEATHERS LOST IS TO LIVE WITH A BROKEN HEART.
GO AHEAD TURN YOUR BACK ON ME. IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO SET YOU FREE. I WISH YOU WELL
THE BEST IN LIFE AND TIME CAN OFFER.
TO BE LOST, IN YOUR MIND, IN THIS QUICK AMOUNT OF TIME THAT WAS SHARED WAS IN VEIN, WAS I
BLIND TO THE FACT, I CARED? OR SIMPLY MY TIME RAN OUT WITH YOUR HEART?
ITS CRAZY I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOUR READY. IF YOU REACH YOUR HANDS OUT TO ME,
BROKEN WINGS IN ALL. I WONT LET YOU FALL.
BUT UNTIL THEN THIS IS GOOD BYE.
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