No Excuses Are you at the edge trying to get into the healing pool? You have tried to tip over But there remained unmoved. Have angels stired the waters for you to make then holy? But still felt trapped by your circumstance? I am sure you have wondered why you must linger and suffer while everyone else jumps in before you. Did you try rolling over? Try getting closer one inch at a time each day? Or are you stuck with your excuses that block your blessings stops you from making it in? Has time been robbed from you because you hesitate? Do not fear take up your bed and be of good cheer. You will be restored and realigned. You will get back your time.
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The Power of the Tongue
The Power of the Tongue Words thrown carelessly across the front page cut so deeply it reaches vital veins. Puffed up arrogance can only relate in disdain. You grow tall or short depending on the blessing or curse uttered flippantly to your face. Words can hurt words can kill. She spews her truth god complex her words digs her own grave her power made impotent by falsehood uttered in a rage of hurt and torment. Words can hurt words can kill. I fight the battle uphill to reach my way to the top so that I can grab and come back with the words that will combat those sharp knives uttered outside the vortex of time. Words can hurt words can kill Sticks and stone can break your bones but words cut much deeper. They rob your soul of joy untold and makes a rich life so much cheaper. Words can hurt words can kill. Or do they just kill?
On Being Saved
On Being Saved I got baptized at nineteen But God is just now saving me. The water that fateful day did not clense me but hard won sorrow like a river washes away the dirt and decay. I stepped on the world stage almost drowned but God pulled me back by my kinky hairs and counted each strand to make sure they were still there. Now I must come correct. I really tried to be perfect, but with each stroke a piece broke and the wood had to be refashioned. Pillaged by too much Arrogance left half dead by the way side I now wear the cloak of humility. Nineteen years, I was wet behind the ears, now I am driven by a burning Holy fire. Disrobed , Transformed, I stand changed by my perfet imperfections.
Cup of Suffering
Cup of Suffering This cup has blood on it the stench of fear and dispair reels hovac on it terrifying it into submission. This cup has seen storms and strive that has made dents in it dents as wide as the ocean as deep as the deepest chasm. This cup has drowned many- a-sorrows many- a-tears. This cup while full promises abundance a fee for your suffering. This cup promises healing, salvation another day to drink and be alive. This cup is blessed by the carrier of the light.
From A Quiet Place
From A Quiet Place From a quiet place discern and learn process and unlearn stop pleasing start leading never be led. The enemy is in your head you must vanquish it there then without fear leap from that quiet place and brandish your Atlantis Spear.
Over the Rainbow
Over the Rainbow Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly And the dreams that you dream of Dreams really do come true... They do. Dreams do come true if you can get on the other side. But how to? How to get through the highways and byways of Hopeless Way. Do we sing it into existence? Dance perhaps? Should we check the fortune teller? The blind one in the tent? No. We need to find the Rainbow Bridge. Get over it and follow the candles that are lit to get to it.
Which Road Will You Take
Which Road Will You Take There are two roads ahead and both you dread because you asked for them and your prayer was answered. Now you must decide which is best and which will bring your end. Nothing gained without a loss this is what they say. But if one you choose know that the other you will lose. sweet sweat of blood river red remind you you are mortal. Now on knees deathly shredded you must seek relief from this decision that trapes you in delirium tremens...
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