You Will Not be Forsaken Don't badda worry for the people wicked soon need mercy but dem a go dead! Trust God, do good, no matter where you trod God will give you what you deserve. Don't worry about the one who do evil to succeed don't get angry the wicked soon depart God know and see all let them plot they soon get caught and cut down small, small. Don't worry bout famine don't worry bout strife God will protect you He will save your life! But you see that one there? Fire and damnation! Like dust he shall blown away. Be generous, not crafty like the wicked and the evil committed, but make God hold you up. The righteous shall never be forsaken despite opposition they will never be taken because the good always speak righteous from start to finish he is pious. So fret not thyself, evil shall fall in on itself but the man who do good shall never be shook.
Category: Encountering New Experiences
Who Told You?
WHo Told You? Who told you to accept things they way they are? Who told you to conform? Who tricked you told you that is the only way to follow the crowd. WHo told you you should never suffer that trials would not appear? Who told you to turn away from who you truly are to follow what they say? Who told you you were weak that all your life you would expereince defeat? Who told you lies so that you belief and the truth you cannot see? Stop being deceived.
Reputation
Reputation There goes the lie on spindly legs. It crawls about trying to find a route out of the doubts that it may not be who it seems. The Lie: We must protect Reputation - at all cost: kill if you must steal, fight and cuss. But don't let out the truth of what it is... Constructed to please the crowd now a monster too proud to be cowed by humilty. Knees stiffened back straight eyes fixed on success' frivolities. Now it goes through the door Head held high headed for the gate that leads straight to hades. Humility stand just a way off, waiting for those who seek, waiting for those who are meek.
Pure Faith
Pure Faith I stand on a mountain covered compeltely. Unable to see I stand still waiting watching, for God's degree. I don't know what is ahead but I know what I left behind: a tratious mob shouting for my decline, masked transient beings who seem true and real until you check your progress and realise they were always a part of your ordeals. So here I have come to see what I will become when I step off the edge, die to fear and live in pure faith.
Where is Your Armor?
Where is Your Armor? You are a valiant soldier. You were chosen to complete this mission and you will with God's great vision. What you need now- is your Armor. You need the belt of truth, to brace against stealthy lies. You need the breatplate of righteousness, to live honorably and ward off sins. You need the gospel of peace, to speak truth against those who deceive. You need the shield of faith, against pesky doubts that try to inflame fear, hate and anxiety. You need the helmet of salvation, to protect your mind so on your soul sin will not dine. You need the sword of the spirit, God's words that slices through even the thickest fog of gloom and doom. Now you are equipped with all you need. With a triumphant heart you can now proceed.
Honesty
Honesty Honesty says yes she was self-serving in serving. Honesty says yes she tried to get ahead on top of your head. Honesty says yes I made many mistakes and was blinded by pride. But - she is ready to make an effort to be better do better and remain honest that she is imperfect.
Grace Untold
Grace Untold I was trapped in hell a decade now, did you not know? There, the demented fire licked at chasm wounds tore at softened bones melting like the liquid lava river I passed by. As I clawed my way out across cracked desert floors, I lost a few things but I got back my soul. From that treacherous escape to the light I had to wrestle, and defeated the demons of the night. On shredded legs I ran like a lightning bolt thanking God. One day perhaps, when I have gotten old I will find the words to write of victory won and grace untold.
