But For the Grace of God…

But For the Grace of God...

But for the grace of God
there go I...
Broken I am not
defeated no more
I can speak
of past disasters 
that remained untold.
But for the grace of God
I can stand
after sitting in decay
to the Light I prayed
I said yes and was blessed
for I could have been like the rest
forgotten,
downtrodden, 
but my weakness I confessed
and by grace finished the test.
Now I know,
but for the grace of God
there I go.

Convicted

Convicted

I feel
disturbed.
No perturbed.
And cannot get no peace.
Even in this moment
I seek some relief.
I know I am not forsaken 
but somehow...
but this bile rising
cannot be mistaken
for the bickle I had partaken.
No.
I feel the burden
weighed down with guilt
pricked in the heart
I dear not fall asleep.
Instead I must go forth
to change this thing
take out the sting
so I can be forgiven.

Every Blooming Thing.

Every Blooming Thing.

Every blooming thing is a treasure
and all must grow and thrive
nothing must be left below
they must sway and dance day and night.

Every blooming thing has beauty
natural and not contrived
spreading wide enough to gather
all the bouncing shining lights.

Every blooming thing must produce
their talents must be used
to give love and life
and so be profuse.

Every blooming thing must live
so all their talents they can give
to those weary beaten broken souls 
who need their fragrance to forgive!

Battle scars

Battle Scars

Your battle scars 
say who you are.
Have none?
Then you have not learned 
a thing worth learning.
Or perhaps, 
you try to hide them.
Ashamed with a sense of disgrace
that you were bested.
Fear not,
though your scars are alot
they are your testimonies 
that you survived,
they anoint your flesh
reminding you of the tests
that have made you your best
in a world where sorrow
obscures many a tomorrows.
So wear them proudly,
They your purple hearts.

You Need God.

You Need God.

Simple things matter.
Trees give oxygen
they need nutrients
water and sun.
Birds fly in the air
they have no fear
but they need nectar, water
and somewhere to stay.
Fish need oxygen
to shelter from the storm
but to keep their lives afloat
they must breath outside a boat.
But people,
need more than food,
oxygen and air,
to feed their very soul 
they need a kiss from heaven.
To truly stetch, strive and survive
they need God in their lives.

You Are Not My Enemy

You Are Not My Enemy

I see you bleeding
just like me
In anguish you scream!
Just like me.
You too have dreams
like me too.
I see you
in me
and me in you.
You are not my enemy
and that is the key
to restoring your humanity
in me.
The Darkness
would have it not so
it gives strive, hate and pain
creates a wall
and locks us into unbroken
chains.
But I see you
and know this to be true
You are not my enemy.
Me and you, me and you?
Our love can be heavenly. 

No one is Good….

No one is Good

God is good
but you are not.
No one is good
but God.
Everything is within God
and He places it in you
to do.
He shares
what was always His to share
and your efforts cannot compare.
To be good
you need to do what is right
but right is greater than good.
You labour 
but labour in vain
until you see the possibilities
that looked imposible.
Though in the net-
a web of deceit-
With Him,
you shall be plucked from your obscurity
into the reality
of your conspicuity.
But know thyself
enough to know
your good desires
came from a greater Source
that called to you
then came to you
then sent you
so He can use you.