Desperately....

Oh desperately, on bended knees, I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain.

Yes, my shame.

Let it cease.

Oh, let me be.

Lord, please, please, please.

It hurts so much.

I could use a crutch.

Would You be my cane?

I have been so lame.

I'm so tired of the game.

Oh desperately, on bended knees.

I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain, yes, my shame.

Oh, let me be.

Let it cease.

Hear my prayer.

I know You care.

Oh, to You I bare.

This hurt is not rare.

Lord, please, please, please.

Help me see.

I feel Your touch.

Your word, I clutch.

Oh desperately, on bended knees, I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain, yes, my shame.

Let it cease.

Oh, let me be.

Lord, please, please, please,

 hear my prayer.

Oh desperately, please child, hear Me.

You are on My knees.

I've cried with Thee.

Child, please, please, please.

I have felt your pain.

And you have no more shame.

Yes, no one to blame.

If you will let it cease.

Yes, let yourself be.

Child, please, please, please.

At last you'll fly free.

Because desperately, I have loved thee.

Yes, on bended knees, I have waited patiently.

Night Wrestling!!!!

You toss and you turn.

Trying to understand, hoping to learn.

You ache and you burn.

Oh, how your stomach churns.

I am here.

Oh, so near.

I've captured every tear.

Dispersing all your fears.

You are not queer.

You are Oh, so dear.

Up and down, round and round.

Trembling, like you are being chased by a hound.

Pacing, with your heart racing.

Inside and out, have no doubt.

I have worked it all out.

No need to pout or shout.

You have won, every bout.

I know your heart. I created every part.

Every day, My love will overcome every dart.

You zig and you zag.

Go ahead, throw down a flag.

Get mad.

It will not change one tiny tittle of My love.

No, not even when you think you nag.

Every day and every night,

you ask, why, what, who, and where.

Doesn't anybody see or care?

You plead, you cry, you shout.

Lord have we had a falling out?

Tick, tock, all I can hear, is me and the clock.

Will this ever end?

Will this boat dock?

Oh! maybe my heart's door has a lock.

I think I heard a knock.

Is it You? Is it me?

If not! Then who?

This can't be!

Lord is it me?

I feel like it's me.

I think it is me.

My child be still and listen!

In this plan it is you and Me.

Know you are free!

I have been trying to answer your question.

It takes time to learn a lesson.

You feel cursed with an obsession.

No, My child, you are being saturated with a blessing.

All this confessing, can sometimes feel so depressing.

My child, there is healing in this night wrestling.



Touche!!!!

There are times when I am in the middle of a fray.

My mind will kick and bray.

Yes, it will stray.

But through it all, Oh Lord, it is with You I will stay.

Take that devil, ha ha, touche.

Yes, sometimes I still hurt.

And I am in a big heap, laying in the dirt.

Then Your music plays,

and my heart shouts, yay.

For I love to dance and sing.

Yes, for You my God,

I will prance to every sweet tink, and ding.

Shout for joy. Oh, boy.

No matter how much I cry,

or how covered am I.

I could be a huge walking mud pie.

You could even call me pig sty.

Still, I am a most loved,

 and most beautiful pearl, to my Guy.

Wow, have I learned.

This battle is already won.

You can run your tongue.

Your days, are done.

He, he, thank You God,

for my tenacious mind.

He tried to keep it in a bind.

But You knew I would unwind.

So sweet and kind.

I believe. Oh, I know.

My life, I pray will always show.

I am in Your row.

Ho, Ho!!

Work Order!!!!

Tell them I will not yield.

  My decision can not be appealed.

  Send the message to the field.

  The rows must be tilled.

  My sword will be wield.

  Death will be killed.

  My decision has been sealed.

  My Son was lashed, so you would be healed.



Setting Sail....

I am the real McCoy.

 Not a wanna be decoy.

 Or a boxed up toy.

You are My vessel, Ahoy.

Prepare for the voyage, oh, boy.

 Come set sail with Me.

 There is plenty of poi.

 Later on we will dine on rice, saturated in soy.

 I have a special place for you.

 It is filled with lovely, koi.

 It will bring you great joy.

 Every place we go,

 I will get us there, blow, by blow.

 And row, by row.

 We will navigate by the shine of My glow.

  Just follow My flow.

 But keep your head low.

 You and I are not far apart.

  We have the same heart.

  Just keep your eyes open, for every fiery dart.

 And listen for the harp.



Time!!!!

Time is tick tocking.

 The trumpets are sounding. 

 Everyone is flocking.

 The boat is docking.

 Quell the mocking and the talking.

 The waves are rocking.

 Can you hear the balking?

See the gawking?

This is no time for walking.

 Run, Run, the doors are locking.

The vendors are still hawking.

Here comes the rain, don't stop caulking..



Healing Promise....

I know how hard you have been hit.

But this is not something, you can quit.

And it is not the time for a fit.

This you will get.

You are not at the end.

No, not even close, Not one whit.

It is so dark, down in that pit.

Your way out is lit.

Come and sit with Me for a bit.

All your rips and tears, I am here to knit.

Just remember, whenever you fall, to land in My mitt.

My love does not come in a boxed up kit.

But it is faithful and eternal,

 and you are My most precious stone.

This is My writ.

A Part of My Personal Story....

A part of your story has been left untold.

I needed the Lord's spirit to help me to be bold.

Now it is time for the pages to unfold.

I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that you were left out in the cold.

From the moment I laid my eyes on you.

Your beauty was something to behold.

And you were much more precious, than any gold.

The last page is something that I must fold.

This must be told.

It was me, whose life was out of control.

Down the hill it rolled.

The truth had been sold.

You will never know the depths of my love.

You, I longed and loved to hold.

Each one of you were so wonderful, that you broke the mold.

Yes, unintentionally, a lot of my choices were bent.

But this one, for you both, was mint.

From my life, gone you went.

And oh, how my heart was wrenched.

But I was so scared of causing you a hole, instead of just a dent.

For so long this has been pent.

Let me reveal just a tip, or a hint.

I never meant to make you feel,  like away you had been sent.

How was I to pay rent?

I couldn't even afford a tent.

All that was in my pockets, was lint.

You are exactly where God planned for you to be, this is what He meant.

This I can not gloss.

I emphasize, you were not tossed.

But truthfully, I had no idea how to be a boss.

I barely knew how to floss.

I was so lost.

Somewhere, way out in a marsh and the moss.

I did the best I could for you both.

The only thing I knew to do, no matter the cost.

Love, Love, Love.

Yes, you both, I did love.

Enough to let you go, like a dove.

This was a gift from above.

I was never taught how to be a Mother.

So at first I did not know how to hover.

Later, I was finally learning how to be a lover.

To become a sweet Mother.

How I loved to tuck you under your cover.

But something went wrong.

A great misunderstanding, it felt like a losing battle.

And it only became tougher.

The only thing I knew to do, was tuck you away.

Safely with your brother.

Sweet lady, with your saving grace.

She was there to save you both, from this race.

Someone to hold you, Love you.

Someone to embrace.

God's child, with the lovely face.

She was there to keep you at a steady pace.

God's own spirit, soft as lace.

Not one to act in haste.

You needed more than a taste.

And she wasn't one to waste.

God never does a just in case.

She was intended to get you over the home base.

Everything is clear as a crystal vase.

You are in the perfect place.

Praise the Lord, for an open door.

Down to my core.

I finally hit the floor.

I have made it through the gore, and the war.

Dodged that boar.

I know there were pieces, that tore.

Gone, is the roar.

My heart is no longer, poor.

Now I soar.

I say Hallelujah, More, More, More!!!

I and My Family Belong to My God and I will Fight!!!!

My knees are knocking.

The birds are flocking.

The clock is tick tocking.

But it is with You, I will keep walking.

I will not stand here gawking.

Time to stop balking.

This love is not worth the risk of hocking.

Soon the gates will be locking.

Children, listen to the knocking.

It is time to move past talking.

And stop listening to the mocking.

The boat is rocking.

My God, I am Your soldier.

My name is Minister

My blood is Christ's.

And I am here to do His docking.



A Drop of Love....

You are a beautiful dove.

A song of Love, from above.

The Hunter!!!!

Grab you a cup of joe.

Lets go, lets go.

This is the season to hoe.

Yes, the season to mow.

One shot with your bow,

will bring down your foe.

Aim high, and aim low.

Your enemy is like a crow.

He will not stand still like a doe.

Know that your season is coming to sow.

Do what you must,

from corner to corner, row, row, row.

The end is coming.

 To those who aren't in tow,

Woe, Woe, Woe!

The Lion....

The Lion has roared.

You are not to be a gourd.

Nor are you to engorge.

You can not afford, to hoard.

Unsheathe your sword.

My spirit I have poured.

If you must, write it on a billboard.

It is time to cut the cord.

You have been adorned.

By your one and only Lord.

You and Me....

From the very start.

Always together.

Never apart.

Holding tight, through every fiery dart.

I pray we are, heart to heart.

No longer in disguise.

The veil has lifted from the lies.

Crystal clear skies.

Darkness dies.

Every morning we will arise.

Your clarity is wise.

I pray we are, eyes to eyes.

Now that I can hear.

Gone is the fear.

I no longer feel queer.

My senses are so keen.

I can hear every gear.

Your footsteps and mine are very near.

You are so precious and dear.

You have wiped away every tear.

I pray we are, ear to ear.

Confusion has been left behind.

What a find, to be able to unwind.

This blessing is sweet and kind.

I pray we are, mind to mind.

Without a doubt.

My life has been turned about.

Words should never make a person pout.

I am taking Your route.

From east to west, north to south.

I am painting my room in Your house.

I love being quiet as a mouse.

I pray we are, mouth to mouth.

I will never fear it.

I know I can always hear it.

You Father, rear it,

and then sear it.

Most of all, keep me near it.

I pray we are, spirit to spirit. 

Goodmorning!!!!

Open your eyes, Oh, please, open your eyes.

Good morning My beautiful one.

I can hardly wait for you, each and every day.

Come to Me, hurry, come to Me.

Come and pray, later we will play.

When we are together, My heart feels light and gay.

Every morning with you, feels like a lovely sunrise, in May.

The clouds are at bay.

Hey, make sure you can hear what I say.

Your praises sing out, like the sweetest blue jays.

This is the way we will stay.

When you smile, it is like the sun's brightest ray.

Yay, Oh yay, I am the Potter and you are My clay.

I will lead the way.

Here with Me, there is not the slightest hint of grey.

Lets sing, dance, run and prance.

We can even have a little romance.

Then later we will rest.

On the grass our heads will lay.

The New Season....

This new season is spring.

It is flying in on an eagle's wing.

The old season is passing.

I am sending it out,

with a zing, from My sling.

With a ping and a ding, it will feel My sting.

In spring, there is no room for an old fling.

Cut the string.

Bow down to your King.

You are His chosen queen.

Slip on your ring, and sing My love, sing.

Prepare!!!!

It is the end of pent up frustration, for every nation.

Time for your concentration.

No more rotation.

This is the cancellation, of vexation.

Say goodbye, to humiliation.

Look at each and every quotation.

There is a bright illumination, shining at your station.

I know it has been a long duration.

Now is the time for purification.

Cover yourself in adoration.

Here comes justification.

Very soon, it will be the day of coronation.

Cocoon....

 My Children are racing through the city.

Scattered and aimless, like the very young, chasing a kitty.

Some are tired and gritty.

So many are lost and confused, they are just little bitty.

A few are humming a ditty.

While others are heady and giddy.

Silence and you will  heal the violence.

Some loved ones are in the dark, soaking up the moon.

So special, I have set them in park, just until noon.

My pearls, hark, hark, no longer are you bait for the goon.

Or should I say, more like a buffoon.

My gloriously beautiful butterflies, listen to the sweet lark.

Oh, what a boon! Whistling in the wind, his wonderful tune.

Very soon, very soon, as you fly from your soft cocoon.

I Am Just Me....

Some days I just want to scream and shout. this is me!

Sulking in a corner, I find it hard to breathe.

I can't always help the fact, I am not sweet and angelic, like she.

I am just me!

Some days the tears pour down my cheeks.

As I whisper, this is me.

I'm sorry I can get tired and cranky.

That my sting can feel worse than any bee.

I am just me!

Some days I want to hide from you, you, and you,

but mostly from me.

I think to myself, this can't be Your decree.

But then I am still, and I hear You whisper, you are free.

And I am just me!

Some days, I must agree. This is me.

I tremble with the love for You and Calvary's tree.

So amazed that You would choose to die, and here I sit.

I am just me!

Some days with weakening knees.

I hold on to Your key.

Instead of the desire to flee.

I remember that I am now a we.

Now that I have the eyes to see.

I stretch out my shaking hand, and whisper.

I am just me!

My Battle!!!!

There are times I feel like I don't belong.

Times I feel like, I say, think, feel, and do everything wrong.

How long, how long, Until I only hear your sweet song?

I still struggle with my instincts.

So many kinks.

There are times it's like I'm mopping the floor with my bum, 

on a slippery ice rink.

Or slipping down a clogged up kitchen sink.

My eyes twitch too much to call it a wink.

It is more like a spasming blink.

I'm like an old tinker toy.

If it wasn't for Your resurrection.

I wouldn't have ever had that special section.

The one that holds the connection.

It is this that keeps me from defecting.

You are my very own sweet and savory confection.

Listen and Look!!!!

Be still and listen.

My children are pleading and wishing.

Someone please, see that I'm missing.

Look close, their tears sparkle and glisten.

While their minds are churning.

Their hearts are burning.

Please, do not ignore the hissing.

Remember, each cheek is in need of kissing.

Stand close.

Do not boast.

 Be on guard with the holiest of Host.

Do not get consumed by the fat roast, or the toast.

Remember most, your post.

Everyone get ready from coast to coast.

Your brother's and sister's are dying.

My heart throbs, from all their crying.

Time is flying.

This can not be fixed, with a little buying.

And it is going to take more than miming.

Listen to the rhyming.

It is all in the timing.

Saul became Paul....

Can you feel My breath on your sweet face?

It is not just a trace.

I am here with you, in this place.

You are more beautiful, than ivory and lace.

You have been anointed, with the oil from My vase.

There is a reason your name is Grace.

I chose you from the beginning, of this race.

You no longer have to roam.

I am bringing you home.

You will not have to atone.

I sent someone whose sacrifice,

pierced straight, through His bones.

I've heard your painful groan.

You have never been alone.

My Son laid upon that cross.

So you would never be lost.

And He says, it was worth every bit of the cost.

You keep beating your head against the wall.

As if you are throwing a ball.

Please, stop, so that you may hear My call.

You are more lovely, than a hand painted doll.

I will catch you every time you fall.

It is time you have the gall.

I will lead you in to My hall.

You may feel like you are walking blind,

but trust me, as did Saul, and I will open your eyes, like Paul.

Too long you have been battling.

To stay on top of My mountain.

Instead of walking about rattling.

Climb in My boat, and I will do all of the paddling.

Once we get to My valley.

There will be no time to dally.

It is here you will rest, in My galley.

Just in time for the rally.

Love, Love, Love....

Come take a peek.

My love for you burns deep.

I sow and you reap.

There is not a thing,  I would not do for you.

 No valley is too steep.

And over every mountain, I will leap.

For every tear that drops from your precious cheek, I weep.

Your thoughts of perfection, all lay in a heap.

My breathe is in the breeze.

Feel it wash over you, let it seep.

The doubts will try to creep.

But this vision is what you need to keep.



From Prophecy to Salvation....

Who spoke in fear? Yet, quite clear, Isaiah.

Who was the one, they didn't want to hear,

but was always near, Jeremiah.

Who got it in gear? and was so dear, Hosea.

Who withstood the jeers and the leers? Obadiah.

Who was treated quite queer? Almost every year, Zephaniah.

Who did they try to veer? by using his peers, Zechariah.

Who made it His career, to suffer and save us,

with His every tear? Messiah.



Mothered by our Father....

You have inflicted your own toll.

Woe, woe, woe.

Slid down the pole into a hole.

You are not the first to roll.

This is My goal.

To lay you on a grassy knoll.

All covered in coal.

Like a mare bathes her foal.

I will bathe you from My bowl.

My loved one, I have your soul.

War!!!!

There is a knock at the door.

Here to remind me, we are all in a bloody war.

The end is near.

I can feel it down to my core.

From the rich, to the poor.

We must help relieve the grief and soak up the gore.

The enemy is raging around like a wild boar.

Inside of me, there is a deep need to do more.

Sometimes the battle is a deafening roar.

Remember, we are all on our tour.

Your's and mine, mine and your's.

I feel the winds pick up from every four.

We must, and will soar.

Why? because our Victor is not a mythical tale.

Nor a well known folklore.

He is Immanuel, the Saviour.

The one and only, perfect Troubadour.

In Memory of Corrie Ten Boom and all Of God's Survivors!!

This is my hiding place.

Sadly, I can never leave a trace.

What a disgrace.

In here, you can forget you are in a race.

It can be such a monotonous pace.

All too soon, it hits you like mace.

There is no need for fine things, like a crystal vase.

And gone are all the ribbons and lace.

My sweet Father, thank you for the glimpse of Your face.

In my heart, I will keep it encased.

Stored with Your precious grace.

Looking Glass!!!!

If we could only look into our past,

Oh wait, I think I see mine inside this glass.

How long will it last?

Will it disappear too fast?

I see a dirt road covered by trees.

For some unknown reason it brings me to my knees.

You see there is this very young child,

who looks scared and wild.

It appears to me that this brief reverie is not going to be mild.

As I stared harder.

I realized, oh my goodness,

that's her father.

I quietly thought to myself.

Do I really want to view the rest?

Something inside of me cried, maybe it would be best.

So in my misery, I watched the rest of the scene.

Even though, I thought it would be in vain.

It became quite plain.

That it wasn't the same.

He had a new name.

You see, as the little girl spun around,

her grey eyes wide with fright.

The clouds broke and down shown the light.

With His face bright, He looked at me and said.
Nancy, I am not all the hurt and bad,
 that has made you so scared and sad.
I am your Father,
I am not here to hurt you, but to love you.
So please, do not flee.
Trust Me, I have already set you free.
Look harder into My heart.
You and I are not far apart.

My beautiful child, who is lovely and wild.
If you will only look closely into My eyes.
You will see My past, became your looking glass.

Orchestra..

My lovely, you are not stuck in the middle.

Nor am I leaving you to just sit there and whittle.

Please, know that I hate seeing you left to piddle.

You are much too sweet to quibble.

Your heart is not little.

My girl, I am not speaking a riddle.

Your chords are too precious and dainty,

to sound like a fiddle.

Hold up your chin. Count to ten.

You are not the essence of sin.

Do not listen to him. I always win.

Come out of that dark den.

You must learn to love yourself,

 from deep within.

You have beautiful skin.

 You inspire your kin.

You are still scared of men.

It makes you like a protective hen.

I gave you your voice in pen.

Now, play it over and over again.

I want them to hear you, all the way in Big Ben.

Yes, you sound so pretty,

 like the clearest violin.

I love to trace, your exquisite face.

Nothing in you, could ever be a waste.

I do nothing in haste.

It is time you move beyond a taste.

Do you know, I always have paste just in case?

There is no shame in being fragile,

like a delicate vase.

But it is time you give chase.

We have one this race.

You are much too soft to be a bass.

He was your's from hello. I know he can be too mellow.

Sometimes it is hard to get his head off  the pillow.

Your fellow, needs help not feeling yellow.

Especially, when his limbs turn to jello.

It will not help to bellow.

Remember to sing and play like a sweet chello.

His Reassurance!!!!

It is your time to die.

My beauty, that is when you will finally fly.

Without the fear of soaring too high.

I am so sorry, they can not see how hard you try.

I know how your heart shudders with every deep sigh.

You are so lovely, it brings a tear to My eye.

Forget the why. I will always love being your Guy.

It's okay to cry. Let go, I will keep you dry.

Ahhh, the lion has roared. You are not a gourd.

My love has been poured. It is your cord.

Use it toward every board, that you can hoard.

I have given you your sword, It is My word.

Now I am moving you forward,

 where you will rest with your Lord.

Your house is clean. Your grass is quite green.

It is time to glean. You are no longer a teen.

Who doesn't need to wean. Everyone must lean.

But you have the gene, to be more like a queen.

I just have to get you sit still for a preen.

You are so keen, to plant your bean.

You have escaped that mean fiend and his scene.

I am giving you your dream, and oh, how you will gleam.

Your pain and you disdain I undo.

Your thoughts I will move.

Your heart will learn it's groove.

This too is My joy,

yes, to bind your every bruise.

This I must tell, that I did not make you for hell.

I have released you from this cell.

Listen close, I will never yell.

I am here to release you from jail.

I already paid your bail.

You are looking a little pale.

your fears I am here to quell.

I hear your silent wail.

I do not fail.

Your train was set to derail.

Just in time, I calmed the gail.

Come with Me, and we will set sail.

Communion With My Father....

Your shine is like a bright ray.

Yet still, your heart, you feel a need to keep at bay.

It is not My wish to dismay, but to convey.

This life sometimes does have shades of gray.

Yes, it can cause your edges to frey, and that's okay.

Where it counts, you are quite gay.

Hey, I am here to say,

I'll keep you walking My way.

You keep holding on and pray.

This is not a litany, on christianity.

It is helping you to become, all that I created you to be.

Just by knowing you could never be more loved, by Me.

I am always here to revive.

Feel My vibe.

My honey, is fresh from the hive.

Nothing is sweeter to imbibe.

You are a part of this tribe.

Come on, let Me take you for a drive.

Love, Want, And Need....

I loved you when you were little.

I will love you when you become old and brittle.

I love the way your face lights up when you are behind the griddle.

I will love your beautiful face when it starts to dribble.

I love the look you get when you are contemplating a riddle.

I love the way you just have to fiddle.

I have loved you through every quibble.

And I will love you when you find it hard to walk toward the middle.

I love the way your voice sounds when you give a little, tittle.

I will love you every time  you choose to just piddle.

I love you when you are savoring every vittle.

I will always love you, especially when you no longer have the strength to whittle.

I wanted you when you were blue.

I will want you when you find it difficult to be true.

I wanted you when you didn't hear My cue.

And I will want you when you can not see My clue.

I want you when you are not parked in a pew.

I will want you each and every time I have to woo.

I want you every time your heart feels covered in goo.

I will want you every time I have to open a new bottle of glue.

I wanted you when your tears were few.

I'll want you when you cry so many tears, they will cover the ground like dew.

Oh, how I desperately wanted you, when you flew.

And how could I not want you every time I wash you brand new.

I wanted you with a cloudy hue.

I want you with a clear view.

I have always wanted you.

I will always want you.

I just want you to want Me too.

You needed Me in the dark.

You will always need Me in your heart.

Truly, you needed Me for every fiery dart.

You will need Me for every stroll through the park.

You will need Me to keep you safe from every bark.

You will need Me to make sure nothing is too hard or harsh.

Not even a playful lark.

You will need Me to push your cart.

Most definitely, you will need Me,

 to make sure you do not swallow anything too tart.

But mostly you need to know,

I have made My mark and I will never part.

Loved..!!

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.

Can't see over that mound.

Because it is not perfectly round.

My child, even this hurdle, I will pound into the ground.

You are not to be bound.

And 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.

The loveliest sensation.

Loved one, sometimes you stumble.

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 will 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.

The Mind....

Another year goes by. Still, I am asking why?

I look forward to the day, when I will no longer feel this need to cry.

I've seen me. Am I so bad that every part of me must die?

It is so hard, but oh, how I try.
I just can't seem to completely say goodbye.

How will I ever fly? I long to soar high.

This world is a lie, but redemption is nigh.

If I could just see clearly. At least with my right eye

Then my, oh my, I wouldn't feel this great need to vie.

I would realize, I already have my Guy.

This is all so rye. I heave a great deep sigh.

I will continue to appy, and once again, total redemption is nigh.

You Are Beauty!!!!

What is beauty? It feels like such a duty.

I don't know how to be a cutie. What a labor in futility.

Too much clamour in my mind makes me moody.

How am I supposed to feel this beauty?

When I feel covered in filth and quite sooty.

All I usually feel is tired and woozy.

Who needs a mirror?

My reflection couldn't get any clearer.

But I do long for my mind to be freer.

Sometimes, I wonder if the grass will always be greener.

I am so thankful, my God is a Father.

To Him, I could never be a bother.

I never have to listen to Him holler.

My beauty doesn't matter to my sweet Father.

Because to Him I am worth more than every dollar.



7x70!!

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 it, to not get in a bind.

I yearn, to feel sweet and kind.

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

I can see, it is all so clear.

How I ache, to hold You, Dear.

I yearn, because 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 am always reaching for that pie in the sky.

There are times, I feel like I could fry.

My my, I feel so rye.

I am so thankful, I can see through this lie.

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

I already have my Guy.

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

Sigh, it is time to dry. Soon, I will fly high.
For my time with my Father is very nigh.

I Will Love You For You!!!!

From your very first twinkle, until your very last wrinkle,

I will be your every breathe.

With every flight, and when you are soaring high as a kite,

I will be your wind that never ends.

My words will fill your mind, filled with love and never unkind.

Every word that I speak, will be the truth that you seek.

With every stumble, yes, when your feet crumble,

I will be your net.

From your first until your last, you have filled Me with sweet joy.

You are such a blast.

I will be the one with a grin on My face.

With every urge, and every surge,  I will never leave your side.

Every time you are in need, with every deed,

I will supply every dollar.

Through every fear, I want you to hear. The soft whisper of My heavenly host.

Follow My light, it is shining bright.

When you need Me, I will give you My eyes.

Everyone finds it hard to stand, on shifting sand.

That is why I am your foundation.

I am your man, that always understands, but still it is My decree.

I am the one,  who gives you My grace.

What I gave you can not be replaced, you know His face.

My son is your key.

I will never let go, I am in control.

There is you, and there is Me, together we will always be a we.

Nothing is too vast, with every second that has passed.

I will love you for you!!



Who Will Love Me For Me????

Who will be my air, when I can barely breathe?

Who will fly with me, when I feel free?

Who will say that I already am, all that I long to be?

Who will catch me, when I fall on my knees?

Who will smile, when I find it hard to agree?

Who will come with me, when I have the urge to flee?

Who will be the one, to gladly pay my fee?

Who will whisper in my ear, when my heart is not filled with glee?

Who will guide me, when I am too blind to see?

Who will be my rock, when I am not strong like a tree?

Who will understand, when I set my own decree?

Who will forgive me enough, to always have my key?

Who will hold me, until I have become a we?

Most of all, who will love me for me?

Maple Tree....

Maple Tree.  This is your tree.

I have made you strong, and sturdy like Me.

I have made you for all the world to see.

Though you may think, how can this be?

You like a lot of shade.

You kind of like to sit back and fade.

But that's not really how you were made.

Like the Maple. 

 You were filled with the sweetest staple.

I am not speaking of a fable.

You are more than capable.

In fact you are quite able.

I've given you My label.

We will feast on your Maple at My table.

You are so full of sweet.

From your head, to your feet.

This is what will make you complete.

It's just wonderfully neat.

I have made you a special seat.

There may be times,

when you need a tap.

But your love will always fill the gap.

Come sit on My lap.

Where you will take a nap.

And I will replenish your sap.

Magnolia Tree....

Magnolia tree. 

This is your tree.

There is nothing lovelier than thee.

Just like the Magnolia,

all it takes is light and air to breathe.

Then your blossoms will unfurl free.

My beauty, just cleave, yes, to Me.

The scent of your blossoms,

 will flow on the breeze.

Your beauty brings Me glory.

You will no longer worry.

I have finished your story.

Just as the Magnolia,

 can not live in the dark,

neither can your heart.

My light is what you have sought.

My lovely, you have been so distraught.

Your love is safely caught.

In this, there is nothing that will depart.

Just like leaves that curl from too much sun, cold. and rain.

So have you, from the pain.  You didn't want to be maimed.

But it is your time to uncurl.  Yes, time to unfurl.

My very special girl, know you are My safely kept pearl.

Weeping Willow....

Weeping Willow.

This is your tree.  It is My decree.

Just the name, shows that you grieve.

Oh My little one, how you wish it will leave.

I promise I will up heave.

This believe, you will be free.

I'm answering your greatest plea.

Like a Willow, you were made to bend.

You have become quite adept,

at moving from right to left.

All this tugging has weighed heavily on your chest.

Oh, how you do your best.

But now you will rest.

It has been up and down.

In fact, round and round.

This is why I have planted your roots,

 so firmly in the ground.

Your limbs will no longer feel wound.

You feel responsible for their sin.

Your tears build from deep within.

Let go my lovely child.

Don't you know,

 your pain only makes you more beautiful?

I no longer want you to blend.

Very soon, you will not have to go their way again.

The church!!!!

I am calling My human race,

to pick up their pace.

And not just a trace,

but as if you are being chased.

There is no time for haste.

I have already given you My knowledge,

this is not a time to be chaste.

I didn't give it to you so My word would be a waste.

but it was given for My lost sheep

who are still in need of My grace.

I think I have made My case.

This is the hour, to use My power.

My loved ones, there is no need to cower.

My love is like a warm shower.

Rain it on their buds, and their blooms will flower.

This is very dower.  It is time to leave the security of your tower.

Just as I loved Cain, through his pain.

This is very much the same.

I have not let them cry out in vain.

I have sent My cleansing rain.

I've washed their hurt down the drain.

I am sending you now, to tell them I already came.

And I will heal their pain.

Their pleas, never cease.  Tell them their God sees.

It is time they know the one who has paid their fees.

I have given them their keys,

 and I'm here to dust off their knees.

My love for them is much sweeter,

 than the honey made by the bees in the trees.

You are to be their vine.

Inform them they have no crime.

It is just My children's time,

to see they have always been mine.

There will be no more grime.

I'm asking My son's and daughter's,

to come home, one more time.

And we will dine.

My girl....

Oh My lovely, You are not stuck in the middle.

Nor am I leaving you to just sit there and whittle.
Please, know that I hate seeing you left to piddle.
You are much too sweet to quibble.
Your heart is not little.
 My girl, I am not speaking a riddle.
Your chords are too precious and dainty,
 to sound like a fiddle.

Hold up your chin.  Count to ten.
You are not the essence of sin.
Do not listen to him.  I always win.
Come out of that dark den.
You must learn to love yourself,
from deep within.
You have beautiful skin.
You inspire your kin.
You are still scared of men,
and it makes you act like a protective hen.
I gave you your voice in a pen.
Now, play it over and over again.
I want them to hear you all the way in Big Ben.
Yes, you sound so pretty,
 like the clearest violin.

I love to trace, your exquisite face.
Nothing in you could ever be a waste.
I do nothing in haste.
 It's time you move, beyond a taste.
Do you know I always have paste, just in case?
There is no shame in being fragile,
like a delicate vase.
But it is time you give chase.
We have won this race.
You are much too soft to be a bass.

He was your's from hello. 
I know he can be too mellow,
and sometimes it is hard to get his head off of the pillow.
your fellow needs help, not feeling yellow.
Especially when his limbs turn to jello.
It will not help to bellow.
Remember to sing and play like the sweet cello.