A country without a source has all the potential but little vision. It struggles with the little it sees while being taunted by the much it holds. Never to know the richness of its riches only to see the gutter in which it strove and stroked out of. Twisted by circumstances to always look back lost in forget me nots broken promise. Lost in a dream without a source.
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The Enemy Success
The Enemy Success Success whispers in your ear - "you have arrived for awhile let's rest here". We sit and bask in what we have achieved and never realise we are being decieved because we cannot see what else from within ourselves we can retrieve. We begin to think - "there is nothing better in this world than what we have now. and we allow complacency to take reign and suffer the pain, of the wasted years when we settled for less, instead of giving more than our best. If only we believed there was more to achieve than the present fame which fades under the pressure of misguided vain.
Child of the Light
Child of the Light I am a child of the light that's lost its way and now I am trying to swim back to my source. No matter what I will not be swayed by the changing times. I will stand my ground fight ugly on this mound and get my light from where darkness abounds. I am a child of the light so I must shine bright for others too are lost and they must be found. They too must make it back to the place where there is no lack and happiness and laughter abound.
Life
Life You don't need things to enjoy life- you need life to enjoy things (Myles Munroe) Why worry as if you have no life in you? You are rich because you have life. Why be sad and be confused? You know what you must do look for the answers theyhave been locked inside of you. Why stare in dismay and not pray? Once you say what you must say then do what you must do real dreams do come through. Life offers so much take your pieace
Courage Counts
Courage Counts Everyday to the grave go obscure great men and women. Weighed down by fear and timidity their greatness buried before their bones hit dirt. The shadows lament untried dreams and aborted first attempts. like a seed yet to germinate their potential lay asleep for more than half a century never to be woken with the kiss of consent. Paralysed by all the what ifs they never knew the joy to rise from the ashes. And so they remained as if they never were. And truly they and all they were remain frozen at a forgotten cliff.
Harvesting In Crisis
Harvesting In Crisis Are you in a crisis or are you in a harvest? Your crisis can be somebody's harvest. What you did will expose you. Did you keep the faith set a good foundation? Hard Times are here, They come to expose you. They will tell you the truth, reveal the true you. What will you see in your mirror? Do you see strength or Do you see waste? Will you make it through, last long enough, so you and all you do may gather for the harvest?
Never Too Much
Never Too Much You can never have too much Patience. Can you? You can never tire of love? Will you? You can never get sick of peace Grow frustrated by it? You can never be too kind. Throw up at the thought of it? Have too much self-control. Can it make you sick? You can never have too much of the good things. and the good things can revive you like a living spring.
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