Jesus, Jesus, hear my plea,
may your Spirit, live in me;
Father, hold me, in your palm,
safe, secure, from all of harm.
Jesus, Jesus, I shall sing,
for my one Creator King;
who left his home up above,
to redeem us, by his love.
Jesus, Jesus, calm my soul,
in my struggles, help me so;
still the sea, around my feet,
make my life, in you, complete.
Jesus, Jesus, help me live,
all my soul, to you, I give;
keep my mind, from strife and doubt,
worldly humans bring about.
Jesus, Jesus, fix me please,
take away all my disease;
yet, your Will, not mine, I pray,
each and ev'ry single day.
Jesus, Jesus, I adore,
help me strive to know you more;
grant me, with a heart, so big -
naught on earth, I can't forgive.
Jesus, Jesus, guard my heart,
never leave me, nor depart;
through the highs and lows of life,
share my gladness, bear my strife.
Jesus, Jesus, I am free,
help me then, abide in thee;
grant me strength, to run the race,
full of mercy and of grace.
05/27/2026 (First penned)
bell-call at dawn
hands rest in stillness
what forms in us through trust?
Journey mankind walks similar steps they breath
among their own soul a conviction to dignity
Priority of being as if there was purpose with
resolution to life intended be their destiny
An obedience to standard of representation we're
lead to believe in God of good
Where we find kindness, love abound emotions,
you can't kill it; through hate we love again
Intensions, to progress in all that we can be
Those who hate love's something they desire,
though evil rules consequences of their actions
Cause we fail to perfect beauty of opportunity,
if we can't be true than to whom we follow
Our instincts abandon birth survival for society,
falling wave side like erosion over time
We let people dictate influence to our existence,
darkness hides depths with vengeance to destroy
Do we want be others or be one who's portrait does not
fade ever lasting sketch weathering storms
Man can't destroy temple we build inside, only body's
material possession does he find weakness
Obedience, one nation under God for truth,
justice and liberty with interpretation
In the morning, my dog, I'd greet.
I trained him politely to "Have a seat",
never bluntly blurting, "Sit!",
but, I wonder, as I think of it,
why did I withhold his doggie treat,
and why did he choose me to eat?
I was in the air, thinking
I had left all the pain behind,
thinking
I had all the happiness
I could get in the world.
I spent my life
calling someone else’s name
when I was in trouble,
all my life
screaming someone else’s name,
believing that if I did bad,
he would talk to me.
I spent all of my life thinking
that I had done several things right
because I had always stepped inside the line,
never—never—
caught out of the line.
A set of rules
I was given to follow,
and indeed, I did.
At the time, a rule-set book.
I swam.
I swam deeper into my mind,
understanding what it could really achieve,
and I did.
Every time I got to learn a new thing,
and a way to criticize others
who were not following my words
and those rules,
I swam deeper.
Soon that pond became a lake,
and that lake became a sea,
and that sea became an ocean—
the largest ocean.
I kept swimming deeper and deeper.
Every time, I obeyed it.
But when I got the chance to fly,
I forgot.
I never trained for this.
I only know
how to swim
inside my mind.
I don’t know why I fell into that hole.
It was a very unique way
I was feeling it.
I followed a master
who had saved several soft people
from falling into that hole.
Why did he push me into it?
I tried to grab his collar.
I tried to grab every stone I could,
but how could I
if I wasn’t ready for my life?
Maybe it’s my fault.
I shouldn’t have committed those things
that weren’t listed in humanity
and weren’t accepted in society.
That teacher taught me
how to be a human,
but never told me
how to understand one.
And I think that could have been
more beneficial for me—
because it’s better to talk
to the people inside the body,
not on the other side of the hole.
Orders descend like sharpened hail
each shard cutting language to ribbons.
We learn to swallow pain quietly,
to bow our eyes before the flag of silence.
Walls do not need ears...
fear builds its own cathedral,
where every heartbeat kneels
to the god of obedience.
Children are taught to trace straight lines,
never to bend them back into loops.
Curves are forbidden
too dangerous a hint
that what dies might begin again.
Even breathing is tallied,
counted like coins in the dark.
Still, a single breath slips past.
Unmeasured, unowned
a secret chord that rattles
the cage of silence.
From that small ignition,
the world remembers how to grow.
THE
ROAD
TO
HEAVEN
IS
OBEDIENCE
TO
GOD'S
WORD
God, the Father, had a plan all along,
from creation to the virgin birth.
Jesus, the Son, agreed to right the wrong
that Adam and Eve started on earth.
Human Jesus came down to bridge the gap
that separates man from his Maker.
Obedience, the first plank on His lap
to a sin-ridden earth as Caretaker.
Knowing God's plan was for Him to die,
He showed the world that He is the Way.
Only thru Jesus can we span heaven's sky
with payment for sin on that great judgment day.
Forgiveness, the last plank, Jesus supplied
with His blood offered freely on the cross.
These two planks of wood form the way whereby
but the rest of the wood - would be our choice.
Would we accept and believe His offer?
Would we confess sin to gain right of passage?
Would we believe Jesus our eternal Savior?
Would we by "doing good" cross over on His bridge?
When you obey God
Expect a tsunami of
Blessing in your life.
Obedience
Miracle Man
7/22/2024
When God calls us into a work,
He’ll first prepare.
Our faith will be tested,
as we seek Him in prayer.
When something needs doing,
His people aggress.
Then with like minded people,
we always coalesce.
I’m the most convenient of the lots you know
Willingly obedient, I suppose to show
Quick engagement into plots, that world has to offer
Trying not to disappoint, when its getting tougher
If you put me on the distance, I’m there to stay
If you want me to resist, needed words I say
If you want me to come down, here I’m for your pleasure
If you leave me on background, this is what I treasure
I’m the one you want me to, it feels great to be
Consonant with every truth, that you have for me.
Obedience and alignment protects my harvest
If it’s not working towards my good
Let it go.
laws of righteousness ~
spiritual betterment
through obedience
Obey the man, why?
if at most it's same as me..
but the law yes sure...!
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