Where You Mind Go Just remember this my friend where your mind go your body will follow. A man can see before he must be. But friend what is your imagination? Do you see yourself as great or small? then surely you will fall for the lie that kills that allows the truth to be born still unless you use your will to meet The King and stand on that hill fully planted upon solid Rock.
Tag: God's plan
Wishy-Washy
Wishy-Washy You have been called. What will you do? Will you melt away like snow or dry up with the dew? See they are all just looking at you to make a move. No, standing still this will not do. Do you hear? You are being called tell me will you allow fear, a growing dread and dispair to paralyse you or worse, cause you to disappear on the ignoble frontier. Now you must decide: Will you fold ineffectually insipid, Or rise sure-footed and committed?
This Thorne
This Thorn It is perfect This thorne in my side at first I denied to smile Through this thorn in my eyes. The wait is long now I cannot see my hope grew strong. So to God I sing a new song Now I know where I belong. Since I surrendered I can sense this great love the plans I had for me no longer convinces me Now it is His great plan that qualifies me.
Your Walk
Your Walk When you begin your walk, you will know who you are, you will be who you are, and give of who you are. When you begin your walk, the least will be great in your heart, you will forget your fairy dreams and live in your steps, real dreams. When you begin your walk, you will know when to wait and do what must be done, before it is too late. When you begin your walk, you will honour those at your gate, for they are your fate, they will make you great. For to build them up is to be graced with an overflowing plate.
Caterpillar to a Butterfly
Caterpillar to a Butterfly Look at me move whoa I move so fast. No one can stop me now. I believe I can fly. nimbly I move from tree to tree Oh my this is sweet! I eat all day, everyday and there is nothing you can say. I am a master an expert you see There is nothing better than what I am called to be. But suddenly I get tired and must rest. So in my cocoon I make my nest. But as I wake look up and stretch I feel my body has reset! Where once I was long and around glory be! That catterpillar cannot be found! In its place I now have wings! And guess what? They flutter, flop and sing. Now I can move at lightening speed Oh this is so much more fun! Oh yes indeed this is a dream!
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.
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