Hold Fast Hold fast to the truth the light of the sun the promise of spring to the new bloom to living water that flows from your dreams to the wonder of a child not bitten by life's poison. Hold fast to your self to the truth that never dies to the song in your heart. Hold fast to pure love forgiveness hope obsured by the clouds that part to let it through. Hold fast to those who want the best for you and do the best they can especially when they disappoint you. Hold on to what you have do not lose contact with what makes you, you to what keeps you sane that brings you back again and again from the cold pelting rains. Hold fast and don't let go...
Keeping It Real I have been designed many times: who I am who I should be who I was meant to be. But none asked what I am to me what I was meant to be or what I see in me. They count the years and fuel my fears with their unasked for expectations. No one seems willing for me to be me - They will say they do- There is the lie. They can't handle the truth of me. And so they see what they want to see the maddening fever of their mirage. So they polish up and shine the me they designed and leave me to languish, wasted dusty on the shelf. There I sit after having been split by good intentions and kind words, struggling to reassemble myself while you nurture a leprechaun elf.
Reputation There goes the lie on spindly legs. It crawls about trying to find a route out of the doubts that it may not be who it seems. The Lie: We must protect Reputation - at all cost: kill if you must steal, fight and cuss. But don't let out the truth of what it is... Constructed to please the crowd now a monster too proud to be cowed by humilty. Knees stiffened back straight eyes fixed on success' frivolities. Now it goes through the door Head held high headed for the gate that leads straight to hades. Humility stand just a way off, waiting for those who seek, waiting for those who are meek.
Pure Faith I stand on a mountain covered compeltely. Unable to see I stand still waiting watching, for God's degree. I don't know what is ahead but I know what I left behind: a tratious mob shouting for my decline, masked transient beings who seem true and real until you check your progress and realise they were always a part of your ordeals. So here I have come to see what I will become when I step off the edge, die to fear and live in pure faith.
Where is Your Armor? You are a valiant soldier. You were chosen to complete this mission and you will with God's great vision. What you need now- is your Armor. You need the belt of truth, to brace against stealthy lies. You need the breatplate of righteousness, to live honorably and ward off sins. You need the gospel of peace, to speak truth against those who deceive. You need the shield of faith, against pesky doubts that try to inflame fear, hate and anxiety. You need the helmet of salvation, to protect your mind so on your soul sin will not dine. You need the sword of the spirit, God's words that slices through even the thickest fog of gloom and doom. Now you are equipped with all you need. With a triumphant heart you can now proceed.
Honesty Honesty says yes she was self-serving in serving. Honesty says yes she tried to get ahead on top of your head. Honesty says yes I made many mistakes and was blinded by pride. But - she is ready to make an effort to be better do better and remain honest that she is imperfect.
The Fruitless Life Down a dark desolate lane devoid of colour forever grey to a railway where no one comes except the tramps who pick at decaying crumbs. The fruitless life... The streams dried up drought has taken its toll and what once was new is now old and you sit in the cold youth half decayed. The fruitless life... First fruit no more that blossoms sure, for all has been swept away all perish. The fruitless life...