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Stagnation is death, and I didn’t want to die…
My life was slowly turning into nothing and I knew the reason why…
I cried, lost finally able to see…
That dark cloud that consistently hovered over me….
Humbled and defeated, I began to cry and pray…
Dear Lord… this is Faizah… I’ve lost my way…
I’m drowning in this life, Love I never found…
This world it has never been good to me… and now in sorrow I drown…
If you still want me, I’m hoping that you could…
Lead me into all things of you because in them there is good…
That dark cloud said, why should you help me now?
Cause many times before you’ve tried to show me how…
How to be loved and live a life under your grace…
But each and every time, I turned from seeking your face…
This time Lord, I promise it will be different…
I realize without you as my Guide, I could never go the true distance…
If you could just direct my steps and show me that narrow path…
This time I’ll stay on it, no matter how long the tribulations last…
All of a sudden from a distance I hear…
A muzzled voice that began to come clear…
This is the Lord thy God, your prayer I have heard…
To begin to follow me you must submit to my Word…
Through all of this darkness, just follow my light…
I’m glad to have you back, proud that you have given up the fight…
The fight of the flesh you will never win…
The only way to victory would be to die to the flesh then begin…
Begin to live in the Spirit… and be made new in this life…
Grow up and mature in my Word, to continually reach new heights…
I am the Lord your Shepherd and you will soon come to see…
You were one of my lost sheep who is now found, and through me you are set free…
Free to be loved, receive blessing unmeasured…
Basking in the Will of our Father brings the greatest pleasures…
So from this point on, don’t ever look back…
Continue moving forward on my narrow path, and you will never lack…
Lack love, lack comfort, lack any of your needs…
Because all things that were made, if made at all, were made by ME…
In response to you Lord, I would like to say…
I’m so thankful for this second chance that you have given me on this day...
Form:
I don't know how it happened,
There's no explanation;
It was to be a routine
Bypass operation.
But my heart couldn't take it;
I know the doctors tried
Desperately to bring me back
The moment that I died.
But I found myself floating,
Drifting farther away;
I would not have expected
My life to end this way.
I was drawn toward a light,
Gentle and exciting;
It's strangely familiar call
Was more than inviting.
But after I had entered,
I found myself alone.
In the most peculiar place
That I have ever known.
I was in a library,
Dimly lit and quite cold;
Many books adorned the walls,
Some were new, others old.
The books were dedicated
To chapters from my life.
Each paragraph exposed me
And cut me like a knife.
There were volumes related
To selfish transgressions.
On these pages were printed
My darkest confessions.
Then I came across a book
Which shared my righteous acts;
With only fifteen pages
Devoted to those facts.
I lowered my head in shame,
Then took a long, sad look.
In all of the library,
This was the smallest book.
Accounts of my trespasses
Were scattered all around;
And I wished I'd had a match,
To burn it to the ground.
This library distressed me,
And all the tomes therein.
A convicting expose,
Of a life filled with sin!
I tried to find an exit,
A way out of this place,
But there was no escaping
The truth of my disgrace.
And that is when I saw Him,
Like a star burning bright;
I feared I might be blinded
By His heavenly light.
He took a book from the shelf
And then started to read.
I asked Him not to view it,
Then I began to plead.
But He kept right on reading
Tears flowing from His eyes;
Until He'd read every book,
Then each one, He revised.
I watched Him remove my name;
Replace it with His own,
I said; Lord those are my sins,
The guilt is mine alone.
He said, "This is why I died,
And why I had to live.
I will wipe away your guilt;
Your sins, I will forgive."
Then He smiled and embraced me
And I knew it was true.
He said, "Come and see the place
That I've prepared for you."
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth... Ecclesiastes 12:1 KJV
Once, there was an artist, who would paint the Savior’s face,
Portraying His great splendor and benevolent grace.
The artist found a model with facial features fair,
And touched his brush to canvass, painting the Lord with care.
His eyes with compassion and his face with love,
Glowed with radiance, lighted from above.
Then for years, the artist was applauded for his art,
And he thought how love binds together, but sin pulls apart.
He’d paint a second portrait, to also share the wall,
Contrasting our need for Jesus, without whom we fall.
Searching in back alleys, and barrooms on skid row,
He finally found a vagrant, the lowest of the low,
With eyes like road maps of red jagged lines,
And a face laced with etchings, seamed with tracks of time.
He would pose for the artist, so they agreed upon a fee,
Enough for a bottle, and another drinking spree.
But when he saw the Savior, framed there on the wall,
He fell upon his knees, and began to bawl.
With his shoulders shaking, his eyes showing pain,
He said, amidst his sobbing, “I have lived so vain.
“When I saw Christ’s portrait, all at once I felt faint.”
“Come on!” said the artist, “Stop sobbing so I can paint.”
“I can’t pose for you, Mister! It just wouldn’t be right.
For I carry a secret that haunts me day and night.”
“Forget it,” said the artist, “and stand up like a man,
Let’s get on with this painting, and do what we began.”
“No,” replied the vagrant, “But I must tell you the truth,
It was me who posed for Christ’s picture, when I was but a youth!”
“Wait a minute,” said the artist, “this cannot be.
That man portrayed innocence, health, and purity.”
“Yes,” replied the vagrant, “but that was way back then.
Later I lived a loathsome life, full of wretched sin.
“I made bad decisions, and now I clearly see.
Satan promised happiness, but he lied to me.
Here I stand unworthy, with tears upon my face,
While in the Savior’s eyes I see amazing grace.”
Live your life I such a way that Jesus can be seen in you.
Dear Lord, something tells me that in my last letter
I wasn't as open with you, I could've done better
There were things on my mind
That I sought
And fought
To put behind
It's difficult to paint a piece of art
Without the proper heart
But why is it on any given day, I come to you for blessings
But only end up learning harsh lessons
I feel you try to teach me
Without an effort to reach me
At the same time the Devil tries to leech me
As well as try to preach to me
Loud as a bell toll
God cleanse my soul
You're my savior I was told
Grant me life as i grow old
Every other situation
Leads me to temptation
Whether participation
In suicide or fornication
A fight inside
Between humbleness and pride
Rid me of this anger
I wish the Devil was a stranger
But he's not
The cause of my soul to rot
I'm getting so hot
Hand me a glass of cold Holy Water, and I need a lot
You think I'm reading poetry, but I'm just talking
You grin because you think I'm running to you , but in reality I'm walking
Taking my precious time
I know denial is a crime
But we on the same side
Like lemon to a lime
Spiritually wounded by the Devil's knife
I attempted to take my life
Depleted of my might
Trying to discontinue the fight
Begging for your forgiveness
I align myself with the Christians
As the Devil preys on me
I pray to you
If I lay on my deathbed, my pillow is truth
Under it is blessing money, like I lost a tooth
I'm scared so in your open arms is where I retreat to
On a winding path
To unleashing my wrath
Up to my neck in sins
I need a blood bath
But from your flesh is the blood that I need
To sanitize my heart of gluttony and greed
The first 2 attempts failed, but the 3rd may be the charm
At that moment I may not be able to grasp your arm
This is the beginning of my troubles
But they've seemed to double
Please clothe me in this cold weather
As I prepare for you, my 3rd Letter...Letter...Letter
Hip-hop hooray !!!
GOD is the dj!!!!
what else can I say..he spins the needle of the record of my soul,
every other record gets old and cold...but this record, his record, is as fly as Gold.
I am on the life request line....o this song is mighty fine!! On the phone......Oh Mister
DJ keep playing my song!! Everybody else keeps gettin it wrong....disco club heaven
is bangin.....sho nuff where I belong!!!
Night after night.....getting tipsy off of virgin drinks.....I'm eyeing you LORD....praying
you give me just one wrink!! Yes, meet me on the dance floor...... so you can pour,
your love on me some more!!! You don't play heart hockey.....that's why you are the
flyest disc jockey!!! I am thankful that you introduced me to your music!! Can't get
enough of this stuff! Can't stop moving to the rhythm..... sent evia email from the slain
lamb.....this is my jam.....I ain't never goin to stop listening to this holy program!!
You do your job so well...the vibrations of this track breaks every spell...it enulled our
appointment in hell!! No more captivity...cause I'm singing along with the son of
liberty.....loving his diversity.....delivered from all captivity!! I'm free......cause you put
it on me!!! This world is full of hocus pocus......but you have all my focus!!! All
theses other so-called jocks, can kick rocks!! My mind you fix....with an daily dish of
salvation remix!!! Can I join your band? Cause I'm your number one fan!! It's
destiny....i got your lyrics/autograph tatooed within!! I'm over-va here like ruth....on
the threshing floor...kneeling down at the dj's booth!!! Most high I exalt thee....I vow
to carry on this soul-ish legacy!! I got the key and it's your cd!!! I pop it in the radio
of eternity. It's playing from coast to coast..I offer up a toast.....as I boast...about
your name...... this album right here is on flame!!!! So,I say...hey hey, Mister Dj
Form:
THAT MOTHER MARY WAS A REAL MOTHER
They teach, they preach, and reach incongrous conclusions for their congregants
and do so with arrogance
because the preacher has a predeliction toward facing Satan toe to toe
as he gathers all his ducks in a row
the ducks being an awed audience as they sat planted in a pew
listening to the self-righteous preacher and the specious non-specifics he's so apt to spuriously
and furiously spew
all the little ducks in their father's wake
well if you ask me instead of wafers and wine they should serve cookies and cake
..............for Christ's sake
and pardon me if i'm construed as being rude to tell you this church is now on fire
everything and everyone including the choir
for the pastor lied and Christ's flames shot down upon the structure because there was a
rotten infrastructure
and once again think not of me as lewd
but didn't anyone notice this church was becoming unglued
because Christ's blood is the bricks and this pastor's un-pastoral lies are the mortar
while the minister is out pimping a long-legged teen-age blonde who's his daughter
so each brick breaks apart in front of four hunded pair of eyes
as thunder thuds down from between Mother Mary's thighs
the choir is afire and being led by an obvious and ominous liar
as a minister makes misery out of a situation he deems dire
while a pastor passes judgement on the asses all with the same damned flaming desire
and if the truth be known the pastor should sit upon that church's flaming spire
or at least have his buttocks invaded by ten inches of the steeple
Since that paltry, pathetic, impious pastor duped a whole lot of garishly gullible people
so I say we take religion with its b******t, babble and Holy Bible
and i say we begin a class action suit for deception, mental distress and we will hold the
Vatican liable
(c) 2011....Phreepoetree (you know, the Vatican has tons of cash)
The sun is bright as ever, washing me in bands of
heat, I'm hanging in the air as nails impale my
hands and feet,
I know that I am dreaming on some night I'm deep in
sleep, I'm dreaming that I'm Jesus, I am Him and He
is me.
The pain is unlike anything I've ever felt before, I hear
some scream for blood while I hear others yell for
more,
they have me on what looks to be a wooden crucifix,
my body's like the letter 'T', you should envision this,
but me I feel the horror from the beatings that they
gave, while some would call it torture, I endured it
just to save,
humanity's descendants but my name is used in
vain, I feel my life is draining as my head descends
in shame.
I perservered for many hours,9 to be exact, to
witness this would render all your mentals non-
intact,
just picture me a moment, on the cross betweenst 2
thieves, they broke their legs and knees but they did
not do this to me.
I smell a scent and think of death, it's all inside my
mind, I'm shrouded as I die but I will surely have my
time,
for 3 days later here I am, I died to rise again,
atoning for the sins of all the women and the men.
The children of this world should comprehend the
very role, I play inside of daily life to save their very
soul,
just look at modern day events, the evidence is clear,
no need for me to verify the end is very near.
Some folks will think of church, that very thought will
make them hurt, well ponder the alternative, there're
some who'll make it worse,
while yes I love the lot of you, my children one and
all, you better make it better otherwise you're gonna
fall.
I wake up in my bed amidst a startle, oh I'm safe, I
race into the bathroom and the mirror shows my
face,
I wipe the sweat realizing everything that seems to
be, that ALL of us are Jesus, I am Him, and He is
me.
Sometimes it causes me to tremble
When I remember that country preacher
Telling the story of Jesus
Being crucified when I was little
I felt bad that He did nothing wrong.
And in college,
I learned this song
A ***** Spiritual
Were you there?
When singing this song
It caused my voice teachers’
Body to tremble
As the vibrato spinned
As the words sprang out
About the story once heard
Of how my savior died,
And how he on was lied.
And now that I’m older
And I’ve gained knowledge
And now grown
And I’m on my own
With no one but the
Lord to depend on
The story means more to me
Than when I was that little girl
Without a care in the world
When that country preacher
Told it about how the nails
Pierced him far from gently
How the crown of thorns
Was crushed blood vessels
In his head.
How he knew he had
To face the sinful world
Just like how I know
I have to face it because
God is calling me
To assist in ministry
I want to be more like Jesus
Everyday and in every way.
It deeply convicts me
To see on movies
And to visualize in my mind
What He did at Calvary
That day at any given time
It causes me to tremble
And tears to fall.
I know in my heart
I have no other choice
Than to accept His call
And give my all and all
To gain victory for His people
Because He died for it
Already.
It doesn’t matter
If you were there when he died
He just wants you
To know that He did
And all you have to do
Is come to Him like a little kid
And he will do the rest
This is what He does best.
I hope that it causes you to tremble
Whether or not we resemble
Each other in Him we are all
Sisters and brothers
Were you there, then?
It doesn’t matter
Be here now
He died and rose on the third day
For those who were then
And now trembling in sin.
wrote 7-14-10
I was never a follower anyway
a big fan of the matrix; my heads loose
like a few screws you know
Suggest right I go left.
The first I ever witnessed man evolving
into something else
I would tell you what but I can't pronounce
the word.
Theres a machine lodged in the moon
on the other half whispers of atlantis
exscape the through sound waves
They blamed it all on mental illness
truthfully maybe it is, or maybe they
were just grinning for nothing the day
it arrived.
They call them screaming folks on the corner
some of us call them crazy depending on the color
their blasting prophets off their sqaure in the new
millinium, as for me I'm still searching
screaming out in the night like a mother-less animal
trying not to become prey to no man
keeping the scriptures close to my heart
like they will the sword as soon as some claims
he will return; like a thief in the night
Hope I won't be stealing that night
out of the front door hands filled with valuables
not ever knowing the owners will never return
Sorry for getting religous on you, acting out what
they want me to be
The reasons for all the mind f---ing ya dig
and all the incouraged words of suicide
Life is wonderful and free
Dude I got hooked on the episodes of schizafrania like
a television now I need it to live like a hit from the pipe
NO, NO I'm drug free never was for peer pressure
I use to watch my favorite aunts suck up the gothic lines
and leave and mentally able to push away in the ladder years
Their playing politics with our Christ
placing him at the door of prascastination
meaning; no one wants the truth of his coming
to much money involved, to much sin un-resolved
and everyone could be the prophecy but you
Your just always the victim.
He came to me one sleepless night
And caught me unaware.
Within the darkness of my room,
I saw him standing there.
‘Twas an angel sent from heaven,
Entrusted with a task,
To deliver me a message,
With a question to ask.
I gave my wife a gentle nudge,
In hopes of waking her.
But in spite of my persistence,
I could not make her stir.
The angel passed his message on,
With sadness in his voice.
"Your wife or you must come with me,
But you must make the choice."
I wasn't sure how to respond,
To what he'd said to me.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek
When asked: "Who shall it be?"
With all my might, I hugged my wife;
And though she couldn't hear,
I said: "I will always love you."
Then kissed her on her ear.
Looking back at the messenger,
I gave him my reply.
‘Tis she who will be joining you,
If one of us must die.
From the moment that I saw you,
My doubts all passed away.
God's paradise awaits the one
Who leaves with you this day.
The one who then must stay behind,
Will be lost and forlorn,
Afflicted by the memories;
With naught to do but mourn.
I saw the angel smile at me,
As the room filled with light.
And in the way he had appeared,
He faded from my sight.
His final words rang in my ears,
And left me reassured.
"Because you answered as you did,
He's pleased with what He heard."
"Together, you will now grow old,
Your love forever true.
And I'll return to paradise
To pave the way for you."
And when my wife began to stir
She asked what made me weep.
As I wrapped my arms around her,
I said: go back to sleep.
These tears I cry are tears of joy,
I'm blessed more than I knew.
Tonight I was reminded of
The gift I have in you.