I have to run after me
to tell me to get back
on track. Sometimes
I get away from
myself and then I
have to go looking
for me. I hunt me down
and tie me up, and
drag myself back
to the place where I
stood in the line of life.
Sometimes I get mad because
I don't feel like chasing
or looking for me. But,
when I do catch up
with me, I'm happy
and grateful that
I cared enough to
What are your organs saying to you?
"You keep being mean to us, you’re putting stuff into us and you’re surrounding us with objects that are killing us. You're a cold blooded murderer. You harm us every chance you get, and then you get made when we want to quit. You don't care about us and you definitely don't love us. You don't give us enough water. You pump us full of sugar, fat and salt. Not to mention all the other chemicals you inhale and inject into us. You are self-centered, stingy and unwise. Please help keep us safe, by remembering that we will only work if you nurture us, respect us and check in on us. We are your insides.”
Your; Brain, Heart, Lungs, Kidneys, Liver, Veins and Pancreas.
Sign in, sign out, open it, close it, turn it up, turn it down, walk up, walk down, go in, go out, stand up, sit down; same action, same result.
Same; trials, attitudes, crises, bad breaks, troubles,
woes, setbacks, break ups, relationships, choices,
decisions, emotions, debts, strongholds, and chaos,
Try a different tactic,
P- ray U-ntil S-omething H-appens
It's a part of life, with meaning and value, bringing warmth to blank spaces. It yearns to be noticed and adored. It reaches across a room and grabs the heart of a willing participant. It knows no boundaries. It creeps up and embraces a being. Hanging in the most unsuspecting places, it runs from patron to patron saying, "Tag, you’re it." It wants comfort, nourishment and a host to carry it. It's never; shy, rude, dishonest, a bully, evil, mad, jealous or deceitful. It's; boisterous, contagious, sweet, kind, helpful, compassionate and patient. However, it's firm and commands attention. It needs to feel what it's meant to be and do. It has; no flaws, scars or damages. It's marked all over with beauty. It's powerful, because it does matter. Love reaches all the way down from heaven.
I can hear my heart beat, I can hear Jesus speak, He's pleading my case before the Father.
I can hear the ants marching and turtles walking. I can hear the quiet water streams and the air turning colder. I can hear the clouds moving and pink turning fuchsia.
I can hear God talking to the angels, He's giving them direct orders, shhh listen, He's applying the blood over door posts.
I can hear the heartbeat of Jesus and the smile of God. I can hear the Holy Spirit's grace and God's love. I can hear the rain crying and blue turning into purple.
I can hear God talking to the angels, He's giving them direct orders, shhh listen, He's snapping chains, bondages and strongholds. Can you hear the mind of God, he's got the devil in a choke hold.
Temptation is seductive, familiar and always, always gives.
It mocks righteousness, and disguises itself as the truth.
To know when you are being tempted, you must know
God's voice. His word says, "Test the spirit by the spirit."
An ear tuned to God, will turn off the voice and noise of temptation.
Don't settle, use fighting power, pray for the voice of God to overtake you.
Don't give in, don't let temptation drag you around, put your foot on it and smile.
Secure, powerful, faithful beings, who draw on the security of God to bring down strong holds. Warfare is just a name to them, they round up the tactics of the evil one, bound and gag them and him, with his own vices. He can’t get away, he’s too weak to fight them.
He’s a creature of habit, using the same attacks as before.
He doesn’t understand the crowd that he’s up against.
They work for his former employer. They are so strong together;
their singing alone can change the weather.
They are mighty; men, women and children of God.
Spread through the ages, they have kept their faith.
having tag-teamed and kept the torch going,
they’ve accumulated and stood strong.
Their muscle is the bonding of their hearts.
Unity is one of their strongest assets,
next to prayer and worshipping God.
Ropes of Saints,
so tightly bound together
that when they pray,
they penetrate the heavens.
Feel it blowing,
gliding across your space,
reach for it.
There is a steadiness that surrounds us.
It follows us day in and day out.
We cannot deny it,
we need it to survive.
North, South, West and East,
all hold it hostage.
They need it to keep them focused.
Trains, planes, cars, horses and buggies,
travel when they know its velocity.
It takes men, women, children,
cities and states by storm.
It is thick and strong.
Pinch it and it won’t fold.
On my knees and hands, I crawled down to the altar, stained from worldly dust.
I had no more to give, so the world was done with me.
Sweetly received, I was wrapped in the Father’s garments and sent behind the veil.
Peace and tranquility met me there. The saints served me; bread, hot soup and veggies.
They anointed my head and feet with oil, and then cleaned my shoes.
I was tired, so they put me up in a room.
Like a baby, I slept through the night until day break. The saints rushed into my room.
They carried me to the altar and prayed over me. They supplied me with; breakfast, clean
garments, and anointed my feet with oil. They knew I was headed on a journey, that needed a pure
walk to complete the task. On my way, I realized, they were angels who were sent to cleanse God's
messngers; as they too need baths.
You’re the best and you make me laugh
Awesome in all you do and your smile is warm
You’re the greatest and you keep me company
Smooth in your approach and lovely in all aspects
You’re someone I could spend my life with
But please don’t text or tweet me your feelings
that’s considered stealing!