Grab someone by the hand, help them stand.
Keep them focused on a goal, and lock in their ambition.
Don’t criticize, do welcome and do build-up.
Give them a cause and give them a chance.
Grab someone by the hand, help them stand.
Pour into people; stretch your arms the distance that it takes to reach them.
Lift people up; strengthen those that cross your path.
Leave a smile on their heart.
Love people through their pain and grief; love them back to wholeness.
Grab someone by the hand, help them stand.
Show them how to release the false sense of having no hope.
Reveal the truth about healing and peace.
Open their mind to a fresh line of renewal.
Black is a puzzle, like; orange, blue, white, red and yellow.
It's deep, it's sheek, it’s natural like the hues of the rainbow.
They all are streams of intelligence, they ooze over us
without regret, balancing our jewelry sets. With richness
and potency; black is lustrous and fancy. It is elegant,
stunning, smooth and sophisticated, dare I say “It’s not overrated.”
With layers of style and designs of class, black is used as a beautiful stash.
It has a way of hiding what we do and don’t see. It covers the little things.
It’s always fashioned and it’s the runway's passion. This color is used to
bring out attractiveness. Materials, shapes, hues and pieces, black is worn
in every season. Flawless in every situation, it handles well its participation.
Bold, as it’s used to make parties remarkable, black is fabulous and unstoppable.
Dresses are many, suits are plenty and cars are envied.
Office meetings are on the agenda, they display this color
sometimes with silver. Eyeshadow, lipstick and nail polish,
smokey eye is now a commodity. So when you wear black
think happy, have fun. You can match it to any outfit or
furniture and it will still be wonderful.
Take a sip because you’re angry, take a sip because you’re mad, another and another. You’re numb, but the pain is still there.
Next day, same routine; one after the other, no peace and no answers. Walk with pocketfuls of pain, and a few sips.
The sips are like drips of morphine; soothing the stings of depression. Nope; it’s not working, still feeling the pressure. Something stronger is needed.
Sips turn into gulps, ah, that should do it. The matters getting worse, and has risen to the surface. Drown it out with loud music and a toast.
It blooms; it has covered the outside of you, a walking time bomb with old shoes. Jolts of pain hit every cell and nerve. Sip, sip, sip – gulp, gulp, gulp; it’s empty.
A full bottle: a new dose of medicine; no sips, no gulps, just cupfuls. You blame yourself for childhood pain; alcohol has become your cane.
Faith, having none will drain your soul. It digs a pinhole in your side,
and seeps out with every stride. Faith, having none keeps you at a
dreamer’s pace, you’re a zombie, walking around with a blank face.
Energy, lack thereof, keeps you still and sometimes drags you like a slug.
Strength is broken, every time a crisis leaves a soar, weak to the point of disaster;
knowing that the world is after; strength, there is none left, it has been released
like breath. Muscle has not been created, due to your sorrowful, sinful behavior.
One must emerge from the dumps of self-pity. Muscle has not been created, because
of your own envy. No faith, energy, strength or muscle, is the reason for your struggle
Circle, square, or rectangular in shape, the window lenses are evenly shaped. Every pair has a different view; choose a friend, neighbor or loved one's too, wear them for a day. Do they fit?
Is your view clear? Can you handle their view?
The glasses of their life, from birth until now, are their life’s
circumstances, heavy as they say. As you move through their
existence, can you feel their pain? Depression? Abandonment?
Have you hit the wall that they are up against? Did you come
across their most dreadful secret, yet? Or, as you continue to
view life through their lenses, does it seem all made up or a test?
Were they telling the truth about their failures? Faults? Childhood trauma? Mental Pain? Are you ready to give them their glasses back? Or, can you stick through their shame? Is their inferno too much to bear? Or, has their glasses allowed you to respect them and care?
It grabs you from your bottom and it pulls you in.
Stay alert, don’t allow the savage to snatch you from
behind, his grip is deadly, and he is vicious. He has
the lock of a pit bull’s jaw, the venom of a snake,
the hunt and hound of a wolf, and the look of a sheep.
His look will lead you astray. His plan is to isolate you from the Shepard, so he can devour you.
The presence of the Lord is your only hope. Stay behind Him, and keep close.
His relentless schemes all have one condition;
forsake the Lord and by into your own rendition.
His attacks are staged and all are well played out,
but if you know his tactics, you can take him out.
Gaining strength from the presence of your fear, his threat is near. Staged to look
harmless, smirking and charming, when he bites, it disarms you. Check the path
to your gate, is it open? Can he slither in like a snake? Belly crawling, yes, he
will do that too; any avenue, he will use. Keep your eyes open, and be on
guard, the enemy hunts like a shark, you must stay close to God.
How much are yours worth? Is it how long they've been hiding that determines the cost?
Or does your secret hold a dark piece of you, that you want lost?
Big or small, or any size in between,
a gigantic or tiny secret can
cost you everything.
Take it to the one who can show you how to;
open up, release and free them,
but most of all forgive you
for keeping them.
He won't judge you,
mistreat you or
He only wants
to free you.
The longer you hold on, the worse it gets.
They grow and spiral and
become painful scabs.
Family and relationships,
businesses and careers,
wealth and possessions,
life and health,
HEAVENLY; BEAUTIFUL, ADMIRED AND ADORED;
A SON, A DAUGHTER, A MOTHER, A FATHER,
A SISTER, A BROTHER, ALL ARE FAMILY.
ANCESTRAL LINEAGE WE ALL BELONG TO YOU.
BROKEN; TORN, TATTERED, ABUSED, SCARED,
NAKED AND SHATTERED, WE ARE YOURS, EVEN
WHEN WE ARE DAMAGED. YOUR CREATION,
YOUR POWER, WE ARE YOUR GROWING FLOWERS.
YOU ARE OUR FATHER,
OUR GODSHIP. WE ARE
STRETCHED TO SEE THE
MIRROR ON THE INSIDE.
BLOODSHED; WAR, SCARS, SCRAPES, AND MORE,
WE HAVE BEEN SPLATTERED ON EARTH’S FLOOR.
GAPING HOLES IN OUR HEARTS, WE HAVE ALLOWED
OUR ACTIONS TO TEAR US APART. WE ARE YOURS.
COMPASSIONATE; LOVING, UN-JUDGING, HUMBLE
BEINGS, WE ARE REPLICAS OF YOUR SPIRIT. MOLDED
IN YOUR LIKENESS, AND CREATED BY YOUR HANDS;
WE ARE TOLD TO DUPLICATE YOUR STAND.
ANGRY; EVIL, DISOBEDIENT,
AND STUBBORN, YET WE
SCREAM WHEN WE ARE IN
TROUBLE. SOMETIMES WE
CAUSE OUR OWN PAIN,
SHAME AND GRIEF. BUT
LIKE A DAD, YOU RUN TO
THE RESCUE WITH A
BLANKET OF RELIEF.
TENDER; KIND, STERN, UNCHANGING AND PLEASANT,
YOU HAVE BROKEN AND MENDED US TOGETHER.
YOU HAVE ASKED FOR OUR HAND, BY SAYING,
“I WANT YOU TO LOOK LIKE ME, I CALL YOU FRIEND.”
WE ARE THE PUPPETS, YOU ARE THE MASTER, EITHER WE MOVE, DANCE
AND FLOW TO THE BEAT OF YOUR STRINGS; OR YOU CUT THE STRINGS
AND WE STOP, FALL AND MOVE NO MORE.
EITHER WAY, YOUR WILL BE DONE; YOUR STRINGS, YOUR TIMING,
YOUR MOVEMENT AND YOUR GUIDING, YOUR WAY, AND YOUR PLAN;
YOUR PATH AND YOUR COMMAND.
IT HAS ALREADY BEEN SCHEDULED; HOW WE, YOUR PEOPLE WILL FOLLOW YOU;
SOME HAPPILY TRAVELING YOUR ROAD, AND OTHERS ANGRY AND COLD. SEE
THIS IS NOTHING NEW, EVEN THE MOON, SUN AND STARS MUST OBEY YOU.
FULL OF LIFE IS HOW IT STARTS; A COMPLETED LIFE IS HOW IT ENDS. THESE ARE
YOUR STRINGS AND WE MUST DANCE. WALTZ TO THE PERFECTION OF YOUR VOICE,
AND WE MUST NOT SACRIFICE, BECAUSE WE HAVE A CHOICE.
HANDS HELD HIGH, WE MUST SURRENDER, AND WE MUST UNDERSTAND YOU ARE A
MASTER THAT’S TENDER. YOU’VE PAID THE COST TO BE MASTER AND HOST;
SUBMISSION IS OUR ONLY HOPE.
FEELING THE VIBE AS WE ARE WASHED CLEAN AND MADE WHOLE;
AT THAT MOMENT SOMETHING HAS TAKEN OVER OUR SOUL.
WE MUST UNDERSTAND THAT ALL THE MOVEMENTS
ARE WORTH IT, BECAUSE YOU ARE
THE PUPPET MASTER ON PURPOSE!
HELPING YOU TO STAND TALL, IT TELLS YOU WHO YOU ARE. GIVING HOPE AND GRACE, IT SHOWS YOU HOW TO TAKE YOUR PLACE. UNDERSTANDING THAT THERE WILL BE GOOD DAYS AND BAD DAYS; LIVING, DYING, SMILES, GIGGLES AND HUGS, BRINGING SO MUCH LOVE.
THERE WILL BE TIMES OF POUTING AND LESS SHOUTING. THERE WILL BE ANGER AND PLENTY OF DANGER. THE DAYS WILL BE BRIGHT AS YOU SEE THE MORNING SUN; THE MOON WILL RISE AS YOU PREPARE FOR DARKNESS. THE RAIN WILL COME TO QUENCH THE FLOWERS THIRST.
AS YOU GROW TO LOVE WHAT HAS BEEN CREATED, THERE IS A SENSE OF POWER THAT FLOWS THROUGH TIME. EYE OPENERS; TEAR JERKERS, BRIDAL SHOWERS, BABY SHOWERS, HOME GOINGS AND GRAVE SITES, GRADUATIONS, AND BIRTHDAY PARTIES ARE FOR UNIFYING, CRYING AND SHARING. THERE IS NO REASON TO STRESS OR BECOME WEAK, IT IS A GIVEN.
THE SENSE OF FULFILLMENT TRANSITIONS IN AND THEN IT LEAVES IN A HURRY. ACCOMPLISHMENTS ARISE AND THEN THEY FALL, AND SIMMER INTO TIME. THERE IS NO REASON TO PUT ON A SOUR FACE, YOU MUST NOT CRY. THERE’S A REASON WHY; YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THERE IS AN ENDING. THE EVIDENCE HAS BEEN EXPLOITED SINCE THE BEGINNING.
WHY; FRET, CRY, SOB, COMPLAIN OR BECOME MISERABLE AND STRESSED? AT YOUR BEST YOU PASSED THE TEST. AT YOUR WORST YOU WERE CALLED FRIEND AND MADE PART OF THE CHURCH. TO SOMEONE YOU MAY NOT BE THE FONDEST, THE BRIGHT SIDE IS; THERE IS STRENGTH IN BEING HONEST.