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.