(GOD Have Mercy)
Technicalities, got our generations
living drastically, its not rational u
see, cops being the worst gang-oops
should i say allegedly, even babies
killing babies, dads acting shady,
moms are going crazy, that's just
not how it's supposed to be, we
supposed to live righteously, learn
in the church-then reach those in
the streets, no longer shall i be
discrete, ever since His face i
decided to seek, i feel like it's
imperative for me, to spread the
word until they begin to take heed,
listen to what my pastor preach,
then meditate n let God use me to
minister thru poetry, cause our
children are dying slowly, i feel like i
owe Jesus Christ richly, to make Him
known to the ungodly, here me
somebody, if u can't stand the
summer how u going live in hell
remember that's fire that Burns to
the teeth, don't you want to go up
yonder live everlasting peace where
the angels sing, this is a plead to u
from me, i can't save your soul-but
my sister's n brother's I Pray on
your soul GOD Have Mercy!
One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Hated this maths as a kid
Thrust on us by God knows who
Is life a number?
One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Bullets spray around
Bombs blast around
Who allows these numbers?
One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Hundreds dead
Thousands injured
Why make us count these numbers?
One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Survivors are fortunate numbers
The Dead are the forgotten numbers
Ain’t we sick of these numbers?
One, two, three, four
Count the numbers
Religions created for love
Targeted for hate
Do we really need these spiritual numbers?
One, two, three, four
Animals can’t count
Only a man can
Why not be back to the primitive ages
Do we need these numbers?
One, two, three four
Count the numbers
Hate this maths even now
Thrust on us by God knows who
Is death a number?
I may not have any earthy goods
and I may not have any fame
but someday in the book of life
I know you'll find my name
I long to walk on streets of pure gold
can't wait to live where we'll never grow old
Praise God,Oh How I praise God
Praise God, oh Glory hallelujah
Christ is King
Praise God almighty
let the Hallelujahs ring
Praise God forever
How the Heaven's ring
Praise God, Oh How I praise God
I may not be the beautiful one
I don't claim to be much at all
but someday I'll have a heavenly form
when I arise to my saviors call
Someday I'll have a mansion fair
over in glory Land
I get so excited in praise I lift my hands..
A restless soul am I
never satisfied with what I find
seeking that which is new to me
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
Torn between the rules of life
following them causes me much strife
bored with the same old humdrum
always moving on to something new
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
There are other folks just like me
searching for answers on a restless sea
tossed about like a ship without a rudder
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
Recurring tasks becoming boring so soon
following the same old game is a downer for sure
Restless by nature, always seeking a new game
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
New sunrises are exciting for sure
new days always bring hope for horizons not seen
searching for the mysteries of life in a never ending game
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
Life is but a challenge to seek
mysteries are but puzzles to solve
each day is but a day to enjoy,
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
No worries of time and necessities
My body does the days,weeks, and months
My mind is sharpened with the knowledge i receive from observation
My foundation has been rebuilt with Honor,Trust,Loyalty and Love
I honor God for the place he allowed me to be
I trust I will be safe when others say i will never be
I am loyal to my feelings of right and wrong
The influences around me are tremendous without a doubt,
but I love God and that's what it's all about
I am tired of calling myself a number when were at count,
So I escape off into my mind where my freedom is found
The ironic situation is there prison keep us in and mine blocks them out
I could have been a doctor to help you when you're ill
Or maybe an accountant to assist you with your bills
I could have been a dentist to give you a great smile
Or I could have been an office clerk who would type and file
But I will never know what I was supposed to be
Although I wasn't really planned God had great plans for me
I could have been a pastor to share with you God's love
But now I am his angel and I'm watching from above
From the time God breathed in me my spirit was alive
You don't know how hard I tried I wanted to survive
But Jesus came and gathered me safely in His arms
I now live in His presence where no one can cause me harm
There's one more thing you need to know
Please hear me when I say
I forgive you for not wanting me and I pray for you each day
Red eyes gase at me!Who are they?I walk down the hall slowly too keep the
boards from creaking!The Demon is back and he wants my soul!I see him eating
from the pantry!I think help but no one is around!He's sheet white with razor teeth!
Please God he's had his way with this women that begs thee!He likes sweets so I
buy plenty at the store!I let him when he comes cause the cops beleive me not!I
can't go back too the asylam God they rape me over and over and no one beleives
me! So I shall return too my bed and pray he goes away!
I never travel without my diary,
One should always have something sensational to read
I am so glad I took it along
On my travel over the sea
As I opened its pristine pages
I knew I had to write.... this ancient legend
That touched my heart and soul
January 19, 9.30pm.
Oh Diary,
I wish you had read the legend of Kamadeva
The God of carnal love, decked with flowers
And ornaments, armed with a bow of sugarcane
Sitting on the wings of a parrot.......
With dancers all around---
Can you feel his lure
His ever shinning green eyes
His body, a carving in marble
As he enjoyed the dancers around
I sat lost in dreams....
When the pages fluttered in wind
The diary had caught the lure
Of this great God and his charms
When the sun woke me up in the morning
I saw the page of the diary open
It was reliving the ancient legend
As if our fates had been sealed
With this living myth...............
By- Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s contest, ‘The Diary’
I listen as she slowly breathes
Praying to God this isn't when she will leave
So far she's lasted longer then anyone thought
Now wrapped up in the red tape we are caught
Papers waiting to be signed
Every dotted one they underlined
Knowing that she can't read them and would just not understand
Leaving each and every choice solely in my hand
Not wanting to give up the right
To choose where she sleeps at through the day and night
Now will all my concerns be taken into thought
Or once I sign will I be the one they forgot
Will she be kept with the ones that care
Or just sent off any where
Here on this I may have just rambled
But on her health I can not gamble
She's not laying in a bed of clovers
And there's nothing like " Do Overs"
As a full grown and some what hard man
I shed a tear and try to understand
If the tables would be turned
Simply in Hell would I burn
Maybe God would just carry me away
Knowing, I did the best I could ever day
But when she gone would she be proud
Thinking I did what was best while crying out loud
An Uncle charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Hear my cry for mercy
as i call to you for help
as i lift my hands
toward your Most Holy Place.
Do not reject or forsake me
O God my Savior.
In the land of the living-
I have trusted in the Lord without wavering.
May integrity and uprightness
protect me because my hope is in you.
Then my head will be exalted above
the enemies who surround me.
Teach me your way O Lord
lead me in a straight path
because of my oppressors
Do not reject me or forsake me
O God my Savior.
The Lord is the Strength of His people, a fortress of
Salvation for His anointed one.
Be their Shepherd and
carry them
FOREVER.
18 feb 2011 9:15 am
This was the body of Jason Dion Boyd
His ownership of it is now null and void
It was given by God a long time ago
For him to live and learn and grow
He is all grown up and has now moved on
To live with our Father and His Son
He ran his race and his work is through
Now God has given him a body brand new
Purely Sanitized
I'm purely sanitized
cleansed of your lies
I don't need your germs
In God I confide
You weren't there for me
when I was hospitalized
all out of breath
exhausted, barely walkin'
I almost died...
My God healed me
allowing me to survive
I'm purely sanitized...
You tried to get the best of me
did you really think
that you could succeed
that I wouldn't breathe
as you tried to bring me beneath
keeping me from my passion and destiny...
You will never get the best of me
I'm purely sanitized...
You bruised my mind
and battered me internally
I want you to know
that my God will wrap his arms
around and protect me forever
but you were only temporary
I have no fear in you
you can never scare me...
because it is in God I confide
For I am purely sanitized
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Emotionaly worn and emotionaly torn.
Trying hard to work through my many faults
and trying to live the life that I ought.
The beam in my eye so large and promonent.
Somtimes others I try to help just can't see past it.
I don't try to remove anothers splinters for that only God can see to do.
I only try to pass on what God is teaching me as my life He makes new.
Yes there is a beam in my eye that all can see
but the Father is getting it out because He loves me.
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Dear Jesus, did you know,
I have a Joseph, too?
Mine, like yours, is kind and gentle,
Loyal, loving, and true.
Like your Joseph, God sent him
To guard and protect our family,
And through the years he's done just that,
He's really very special to me.
Your Joseph, we've known as 'Saint'
by those who love the Lord.
He answered God's call with faith like steel,
Just as it was implored.
My Joseph, too, has led a good life,
With God at his center each day.
Through happy times and painful moments,
Mine knew you would lead the way.
Your Joseph, we call your 'foster father',
The best 'Pop' you could have had.
As for mine, he's been such a gift,
And I just call him 'Dad'.
I know your hearts are heavy and you miss having me there
But I'm with God in heaven where no one has a care
I just shook hands with Moses I met Job and Daniel too
Now I am enjoying a body that's brand new
It really was amazing when I walked through the gate
I saw the beauty of this place and I could hardly wait
To come into the presence of The Father and The Son
Hearing Him say to me the priceless words "WELL DONE!"
Jesus took me by the hand and said "I'm so glad you came
Your place is reserved in heaven's choir
Sing praises to My name
You should see my mansion; it's a sight to see
Jesus had it custom built especially for me
I'm having the best time up here so don't be sad and blue
I'm looking forward to the day when I can usher you
Into this very special place where God is on His throne
And we will have the honor to worship Him alone
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