Stalker
Revelation 21:4
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”
King James Version (KJV)
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is it hell? Could be hell
For me, the thought of leaving this earth
Without Him…
To escort me from earth, to everlasting
To usher me from death, to life eternal
To shepherd me, from darkness to light
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is the hell that is hotter than a fire
The hell where God’s love is never
A place where God’s light can’t fill up the shadows
Hell is a place where a soul will never know
The sweetness of peace that is death’s great relief
The blessing of a light that shines, forever bright
The beauty of heaven, where He is wiping away tears
Heaven, where He is there to reveal
Heartfelt joy, everlasting wonder
Melodies so rich, like honey, sweeter
Sweeter than the moment of birth
So that death, the dreaded stalker
Fades into the Presence who is eternal,
Full of love, His Son will comfort the soul supernal
Formed in wickedness, born in sin,
tarnished by selfishness within.
Loving evil, hating good,
sinning freely, because we could.
No room for God within our hearts
since Satan lives in every part.
Our body parts are slaves to sin
There's no trace of rightness within.
Fully depraved, we live like slaves,
Pleasures of life is all we crave.
Chained by sin, in darkness we grope
In deep despair, lost without hope.
God sent His Son to this dark earth
so, like us, He'll share human birth.
In man’s flesh, He lived a pure life
In this dark world of sin and strife.
On a cross, He suffered and died,
breaking sin’s curse, turning the tide.
Paying sin’s price, for you and I,
thanks to God, we don’t have to die.
If you want to live and not die,
pray to God, He’ll hear your cry.
Confess your sin, and from it run
reject Satan, accept His Son,
God is love, He’ll save you from sin,
change your mind, and purge you within.
Then you’ll joy in His warm embrace,
free from death’s grip, saved by His grace.
Abraham's seed, repent
Be baptised and saved
The Holy Spirit, heaven - sent
Saves the enslaved.
Back in ’52 if you did not have two children you could be sent to Korea.
My daddy was expecting a baby with his wife in July.
The recruiting officer stopped him three times in May.
Dick, you have to fill out that last paper before May 31st.
Daddy was sure he was going to be drafted.
He would only have one child when the next troupe got sent to war.
Two would have saved him, but he was only expecting me.
A voice in his head said “do not sign that paper yet” so he didn’t.
On May 31st Daddy was in a pool hall and someone yelled this
“Hey, Stone, you have twin girls!”
Dad thought this was a funny joke.
Someone else came in and yelled the same thing.
He said “I already heard that one.”
Then our mother’s brothers came in to get him.
Daddy did not get the boy he got two identical twin girls that day.
He went to the recruiting center and the guy said “I know, I heard."
He tore up the papers; we saved him from being sent to the Korea War.
Whomever coined the phrase
'A penny for your thoughts'
also phrased a coin
one would think
and what a pretty penny too
as one ought
now a penny saved is a penny earned
so I won't spend it on things you thunk
for my word is my bond
and I don't invest in junk
I have yet to see pennies from heaven
fall from the wild blue sky on high
but hope I do and if I catch a few
with wishful thinking
into the fountain they will well fly
yet should I spend a penny
on this or any other day
it would literally be
a penny pissed away
The tide pulled me down a greedy, cold hand dragging me from the shore where laughter used to live.
My lungs burned,
a fire I couldn't quench.
Darkness bloomed behind my eyes,
a soft surrender beckoning.
Then, a flash of emerald scales,
a movement like liquid moonlight,
and strong arms wrapped around me.
He was not man, not quite,
but something born of salt and dreams,
his eyes like polished shells,
his voice a murmur of the deep.
He brought me to the surface,
coughing, gasping,
into the air I thought I’d lost forever.
He held me until my breathing calmed,
his touch a promise of another dawn.
Then, with a flick of his tail,
a swirl of shimmering green,
he was gone,
leaving only the sound of waves and the taste of salvation on my lips.
It’s my life in this archive
I’ve recorded every day
Days are scattered in the files
That I have no time to play
Time’s an eater of my seconds
Crumbles falling on my keys
I admit that I was beckoned
By the sun behind the trees
By the hyacinths and cacti
That were blooming every spring
And I was right there, was I
Every time your bell would ring
You were sending me red roses
The most beautiful you’ve grown
They are saved, time can’t erode this
You are everything I own..
Thank God for the wide road.' There is Enough room for a 'you turn' on it.'
Royalty can be no match
Sometimes, for a plan to hatch
From the minds of angry men
When they have an angry yen
To overthrow what they don’t like
and make a move to shoot and strike
Rather then make their appeal
They would rather maim and steal
But
In this saga to retell
As his rage he could not quell
It is true as it was seen
’Twas a pickle saved the queen
Had she not reached for that Dill
Her assassin’s plot to kill
Might have gotten very far
Had she not reached for that jar
Thank God for that pick, pick, pickle
Saved her life, it’s just that simple
Sometimes, she is just so fickle
Thank God, she reached for that pickle
Now forever in this land
There will be a PICKLE Stand
With a sign for all to see
Saved the queen, HEY, look at me
That assassin’s been arrested
And his punishment attested
He will labor many years
Canning pickles, chips and spears!
When you're going through
the monotony of
everyday life
There may become
times when you
feel down
Boredom strikes
You think you're
a rat in the wheel
going through the motions
All the while
trying to keep
your composure,
your head above water
Then your friend appears
drags you out
of your doldrums
with compassion and empathy
companionship, friendliness
and a lust for life- - - - -
What A Blessing!
The best day of my life, I was in absolute pain
The pain was so bad that it drove me insane
A war with my body, I was about to be slain
My cries for help were completely in vain
My body was in a full blown crisis
I felt like I was being slaughtered by ISIS
Labor pains are real, they didn’t come to play
Thank god for epidurals cuz I was not okay
I was pregnant with the most beautiful girl
Someone who’s taking my place in the world
A few hours later she made her appearance
It was then I first felt motherly coherence
An instant imprint, our bond was sealed
This little girl would be the reason I heal
All my struggles and all my past traumas
Didn’t matter now, they just became commas
Because at this point I became a new mama
It made me forget all of life’s petty dramas
I look at her face and forget the rest of the world
She was there in my arms, so tender and curled
She brought me out of a mental darkness
Because I was used to a life of hardness
The girl who saved me from a life on the shelf
She was the girl who saved me from a life by myself
DEFINITION OF ME.
I am a growing spirit of well-being dancing in the melody of my own song
An illuminating light finally beginning to shine
within what was once the darkest corners of my experiences
Created perfectly imperfect though not the definition of past mistakes
Emerged from an abyss of mental instability to now a transformation of complete sovereignty over limiting beliefs
where sought after peace is no longer searched for, it has been found
I am an expansion of thought
The rebirth of a new mind
Understanding that the existence of pleasures and pain are necessary encounters to help balance out the life in which we all have been chosen to live
An individual of confidence no longer held back by a mindset of recurring cognitive distortion
Shedding layer by layer from the person who once was to a rebirth of a person who now is
Navigating life with an optimistic approach despite
Its complexities
Knowing now more than ever that I am what I think I am
And what I think I am is worthy.
When I was cast in mire,Thy hand was near,
Thou sent a ,man, O Lord,to succour me;
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere.
I had no roof,no kin,no friendly cheer,
But lay 'mid thorns and cold hostility;
When I was cast in mire,Thy hand was near.
My name was curse,my past a thing of fear,
My bread was shame,my cup iniquity;
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere.
That stranger spake-''Thy mother loveth,hear!''
He gave me gold to find mine ancestry;
When I was cast in mire,Thy hand was near.
Now in the Cape I left my heart,a seer,
And pray for him with pure simplicity
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere
Let Heaven's light attend his every year,
And lead him,Lord,to thine eternity;
When I was cast in mire,thy hand was near-
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere.
I wandered lost through the streets of dread and flame,
Till mercy found me,clothed in stranger's guise;
Lord bless that man who spake not word of shame.
My heart was proud,I spurned my parent's name
I sought the world reaped its vanities;
I wandered lost through the streets of dread and flame.
The night was cold, my soul a heap of blame,
Yet he drew near with pity in his eyes;
Lord, bless that man who spake not word of shame.
He questions soft-''What land from whence thou came?''
I told of fields beneath Free Statean skies;
I wandered lost through the streets of dread and flame,
He spake of home , of love that never maim.
Of mother's tears that never truly dies;
Lord, bless that man who spake not word of shame.
He gave me fare,and bread,and hope became
A living light where one was compromise;
I wandered lost through streets of dread and flame
Lord,bless that man who spake not word of shame.
When life goes right
it somehow never fails
that something from the past
tries to return and bite you in the tail.
Try as it may
I stand strong and stay
on the path set before me
and nothing will get in the way.
I've been steadfast on this journey so far.
There is no way I can fall off the radar.
I've lived and loved and grown so much
that even the devil should shudder from my touch.
God got me here
and will get me there,
No matter what is thrown at me,
I will show no fear.
I've played in the dark.
Pain was all I knew.
Now I have been established as something new.
So shiny and warm where God has His arms
that no enemy can come against me.
No weapon will cause me harm.
So the darkness doesn't scare me.
The pain is already known.
I will not be swallowed up again
by the recesses of the dark.
I was made to swim
and I will not drown.
I was never alone.
Now look at how much I have truly gorwn.
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