Doubt
sees,
darkness
droughts
helplessness
loss
fear
stuntedness.
Why doubt?
See light
open doors
calm nights
free days
and victories.
Tag: God on everything
40 Years Long
I could cry... 40 years long... a cursed song. What a fight 40 years of night... always missing the light. Why Lord why? We believe the lies and never try. In circles we go there was no Jericho only dry dessert land. Thrist nearly kill we! It took a rock. Still we were loud and wrong not strong we did not believe the Big Man. 40 long years even after the splitting sea it took one generation long... before we see touch the Promise Land.
My Twilight
For Mrs. J Now is the twilight of my life the shadows overshadow me. A few stubborn rays cling to the gray hairs that adorn my crown. Eighty-nine years. I have travelled far, seen many wonderous sights. Felt life pulsing in, around, between through me. When I cannot see you as you are I see you as you were. What a sight! When the light get's too bright I sink in the shadows and glow with stories of old. Now in my Twilight.
The Mercy of God
The Mercy Of God I cannot see what may harm me yet I am unharmed. I do not do What's right But yet I am fruitful. I fail But still win. I stop many times but still finish. I reap where I do not sow. I know The Mercy of God.
Black
My power comes from you my strength is hewn from your relentless authority I see myself now as priority. I am important I'm a big deal. I know where I stand on the pinnacle of power that I can command the very devil to disbanned and flee from me. No need to chop nor toe the line I find my peace I know I will not cease in the beauty of your lines and shadows. I am Black.
Believe
I accept what I cannot see touch or feel. I know I don't know but I will go to where ever I should be. I have this dream stars aligned for me I see but not clearly but I know it is for me. I believe...
Emeth
Look how far you have fallen no branches to break it shifting sand your anchor lies your comforter. Deep is the well no grace no truth down there. Many say come beckoning hands outstretched salvation sure, until, the great fall without support no anchor. The masked unmasked reveals death trapped beautified by pilates with clean hands.
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