My Humble Cry!!!!

I feel like I am not seen.

Stuck in between.

Still replaying the same old scene.

Caught in a dream.

Like I am terribly mean.

So dark, I can't see Your beam.

Why can't anyone see,

 how I long not to be me?

How I ache to be set completely free.

How I yearn to be strong like a tree.

How I wish for my heart to fill with glee.

Why, I can clearly see,

 that the battle is in the mind.

How I ache for mine,

 not to get in a bind.

I yearn, to feel sweet and kind.

Oh, how I wish satan would halt to a grind.

Why, I can see it all so clear.

How I ache to hold You Dear.

I yearn, cause You are so near.

How I wish I wasn't still full of fear.

My Saviour Please, hear my humble cry.

Sometimes it is so hard to try.

It's like I'm always reaching for that pie in the sky.

There are times I feel like I could fry.

My, My, I feel so rye.

I'm so thankful I can see through this lie.

Truth is, there are times, I know I don't have to vie.

I already have my Guy.

Then I have to once again, let you loosen the ties.

Sigh, it's time to dry.

Soon I will fly high.

For my time with my Father, is very nigh.

My Chosen Nation!!

Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem.

Why do you feel so numb.

And your spirit is bum.

You can not be healed with rum.

My children are not dumb.

If you would take just a crumb.

Every morsel is yum.

Listen to the beat of My drum.

It's a sweet tune.

A tune I want you to hum.

You know the sum.

My chosen one's,

 all you have to do is come.

You didn't want a fight.  So My plan was flight.

I helped you escape by My precious light.

To you the timing was tight. But I had planned it just right.

The water did not soar high, like a kite.

But it was separated to the perfect height.
You cried out from fright.  But I always had you in My sight.

When you hungered, I made sure there was always a bite.

Still to this day, you feel a slight, not quite.

That night, I gave you My might. 

So you would know and believe,

 that I gave you My Son, on a starry night.

You are not a pack of blind mice.

Though there are those,

who try to keep you in a vise, full of lice.

Starved for a plate of rice.

Please, stop rolling the dice.

This world can be so harsh.

But My plan for you is, so sweet and nice.

Know that I will do whatever it takes to entice.

I long for you here with Me, in My paradise.



A Father Calling His Child Home!!

This is a story that must be told.

The process is sometimes painful.

But the ending will unfold.

Your story is more precious than platinum gold.

You truly are something to behold.

I will not let your legacy grow cold.

Nor will it ever be sold.

You will forever be bright and bold.

Right  now, all that matters is you have been cast in My mold.

I have given you a mission.

So please, now listen.

Your illness will not go into remission.

But My sweet one, I will not leave you wishing.

I will replace what is missing.

There is time for kissing,

and maybe even a little fishing.

Just keep your eye on the vission.

You are coming home.

Where you will never again roam.

You won't be flown.

But I have you a seat on the most beautiful roan.

I know it's hard not to moan,

when it feels like you have been given a bone.

But sweet one, everyone is just on a loan.

Your wound has been sewn.

There is nothing for you to atone.

And you will never be alone.

This storm will soon pass.

Then it will be finished at last.

The mold has been cast.

They will just have to fast.

But for you, I have a giant bass.

There will be a great mass,

that will give a little sass.

But I am ready for My lovely little lass.

God's Words of Comfort.

Sweet one, you feel like you are adrift on a cloud.

Or lost in the crowd.

Wanting to shout out loud.

Send out the hound.

So I can be found.

So hard for you not to be proud.

You can't see over that mound.

Because it's not perfectly round.

My child even this hurdle I will pound,

into the ground.

You are not to be bound.

I will keep you safe and sound.

So hold on tight, you are fixing to be wowed.

You are My glorious creation.

There could never be an imitation.

You are with Me for the duration.

Isn't it the sweetest realization.

Loved one, sometimes you stand

 and yes, sometimes you muddle.

But you make it through the temptation.

With My love you don't have a need for justification.

I'll put it in a quotation.

Your heart feels enough lamentation.

Give room to your ventilation.

No need for self incrimination.

Christ was your purification.

It is not just an inclination.

This is your station.

You are in the perfect location.

No need for examination.

You are exactly what I intended,

like a sweet and beautiful carnation.