Because of you, I have no fear nor worry in my life.
Because of you, I can face tomorrow every single day.
Because of you, I do not need to fear death at any time.
Because of you, I have everything that I shall ever need.
Because of you, there is Great Joy that is in my life here.
Because of you, I have a Great purpose to fill my hours.
Because of you, I am stronger than I was yesterday too.
Because of you, I cam do anything for you are mt strength.
Because of you , I am Blessed beyond measure as well.

This poem is to my Beautiful and Loving sisters.
Also to my Brothers whom Love others strongly.
The strength that you both have , the strength of a lion.
You have the outpouring Love like an waterfall.
The Love never cease , but continue everyday.
I have been Blessed by you whom write .
Beautifully every day some with great wisdom.
You speak out of the outpouring of your beautiful hearts.
You whom never cease to help others with your words.
Thank you my Fellow Knights and Ladies you are indeed special.

Time has no end, a true gift from Christ.
It is never too late to fix an issue that you had.
Only by death is it to late to right an wrong.
For Time can heal all wounds, I know this is true.
For much wisdom , from my past mistakes do I see.
Now after so long, rejection that I had received.
Was just the opposite that I had perceived as truth.
Now that truth has been seen finally by my eyes.
Christ can finally bring healing to my eyes and minds.

You are all that I desire, there is none other.
That can rescue me, that can redeemed me.
For your Love is a healing , redeeming love.
Thank you for all that you have done for us.
Your people sing and dance while Praising you.
We whom walk in your ways, shall keep Praising you.
We would have nothing if it was not for you Lord.
For even the breath in our lungs, you have given to us.
Even the ground that we each walk upon , you had put there.

Accept all that I have to give to you everything that I am.

To you the Healer of healers, I give you everything within me.

Accept it use it, for your Glory Heal me of everything evil.

For you are the Miracle-Maker, the Lover of my Soul too.

I fall upon my Face, asking for your Forgiveness and Love.

So heal me of all of this here wickness deep within me Lord.

Use me to reach out to those whom feel undeemable by you.

So that they shall realize that you are the Saver of the Lost.

That you save those that are Lost and those that are Broken.

I come to you Broken, but starting to see the Light before me.
There are even more things that should be holding me Prisoner.
But , Because of you these things has no such effect upon me.
I see your Truth in so many different thing that I been through.
Like my Life been hard, but then again I am still standing here.
But i today age , everyone Life seem harder than a decade ago.
Because we are in a different world today , then in the past.
So many of us have become so isolated and struggles too.
But there are so many reasons that I should been dead now.
'Yet it's because the Good Lord, Strengthen me deep inside.
I seen people fallen along side of this here road of Life.
Yet even though I made mistakes, and bad decisions here.
His Flavor, Love, and Mercies has keep me Protected.
So through all of this, I have seen his Blessings in my Life.
I know that things should had been different in my Life here.
For without Christ , my Life would had ended different here.

What is frown but an upside down smile
realigning to balance and re-emerge.

What are tears but the cleansing before raibows can be seen.

What is pain in heart but the doorway to feel music of  heartbeats.

What are dreams but the fuel for a wandering soul.

Beautiful one, you are more Beautiful than a Golden Sunrise.
You are more Sweeter than a whole bakery restaurant too.
You are the driving Sun warmth brushing against my face.
You are the fresh Pool of water that feeds the thirst of the thirsty.
You are everything that I always need and want as well.
There is none other that I would choose over you always.
You are the Fresh Fruit that fills my Hunger every time.
You are the sweet sound of a new born first cry too.
You are the touch of the warm breeze against my arm.

His head kept bumping on my shoulder
and he was not my father
or anyone I knew

he smelled as if a bath was overdue
and slept like wasn't a place better
than the ***** briefness of my shoulder.

Breaking down was my brittle patience
needled by his bristled cheek
brushed by his shabby dress,

was for rest the man hard pressed?

Wouldn't I have been nudged by pride
if the head on my shoulder was my father
happy to have him by my side?

as he gets older
does his blurry mind miss
a place where he is not alone

one or any shoulder
for an untimely nap in peace
a quiet stranger to rest upon?