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Chaya Jones Poem
The tide is strong, and the waves are crashing in abruptly.
The wind is blowing fiercely, and the rain is coming down.
A sailor's boat with a wooden paddle, and no life jacket on it rocks back, and forth at the dock.
All alone,and in despair standing for the righteous people.
Not a kind, and trustworthy person around to deliver one from destruction, and evildoers.
A loud cry for help, tears of misery, and why is there a reason to live.
Sadness is raging deep inside.
Happiness is seeping in the sand, being washed away, and drowning at sea.
Love awaits trial to be set free from slavery.
Pain, and loneliness while being held in captivity.
Hatred from the enemy bruised the body physically leaving scars, but brainwashing did not conquer the intelligent mind mentally.
Mental is not a status, or being, nor is the mind gone.
One has worn shackles, and chains in, and out of the prison.
Labeled guilty fo no reason.
Innocence being provoked by the enemy.
God will rule self defense in one's favor no matter what the judge says, or does , and the lies of the enemy will fall.
A war is fought within the U.S., and foreign countries.
A scarce land where the harvest is spoiled, and leftovers are rare.
One struggles to make something of his, or herself.
Will the trials, and tribulations of this world sink, or float to shore?
Will sweet fairy tales, or dreams become a reality?
One prays to God for an answer seeking wisdom, peace, and riches.
A loud voice spoke, and said be still, and everything was calm.
God appeared in the blue, bright, and sunny sky.
God said,"it is going to be alright my child."" I am here to lead you, and guide you out of bondage.""Now claim victory over the enemy, and sail away to the beautiful promiseland where everything is genuine, full of life, and not death, free of sin, and no poverty."
The promiseland is where you can be yourself, and be blessed.
At the heart of the storm is God's unconditional love, and mighty power.
Feelings of a lost hope, and cause vanished.
The courageous, and determined soul sailed away to the promiseland on the sailor's boat.
A joyous escape to freedom, and the battle is won.
No turning back to that old way of life, and place only to do God's will in the promiseland.
God will answer the prayers of a righteous man, or woman that will do his will.
Copyright © Chaya Jones | Year Posted 2025
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Chaya Jones Poem
I hold three magic rocks in my hand.
Rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving this reality behind, far behind.
Scars, and broken promises from impotent beings who do not have love, and respect.
A derange fantasy of God, and his power.
To rid of this deceit, and addiction.
False spoken words of truth, and grace.
Abandon the three magic rocks for it will not bring luck a voice says to me.
A loving soul will surrender at God's throne, and mercy.
To sing glory in the heaven on Judgement Day.
A march, and protest of victory over the enemy.
The saints will rise, and the sinners will fall.
The beautiful doves soaring in the sky, the golden gates will open, and God's unconditional love, and acceptance into his kingdom will reign, and be preserved forever.
The three magic rocks were not meant to adorned, and cherished, but to have a prosperous, and righteous life.
Copyright © Chaya Jones | Year Posted 2025
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Chaya Jones Poem
Lift your voice, and sing spiritual hymns.
Raise your hands, and give God the praise, and glory.
Hear God, and preach the gospel.
Thank God for creating you, and giving you eternal life, and not death.
Everyday is a blessing from God.
Be a witness, and a living testimony of God's word, and truth.
No conviction of sin will harm you.
Speak God's name, and confess with your mind, and body forgiveness from sin, and have a willing heart to do his will.
There is salvation in heaven.
Divine revelation, and a gift of God's unconditional love will save you.
See, and hear God reign over the world, heaven, and hell.
Copyright © Chaya Jones | Year Posted 2025
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