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!!!