Our life's lay in the balance.
Not knowing the day or hour.
So let's live a life, of joy and bliss.
No matter how hard the battles.

Count all losses with joy.
Crying over spilled milk.
Can not change the outcome.

I'm lost in a maze.
Trying to find my way out.
I seek for answers.
But none is found.

Touch me.
Hold me
Tell me that you love 💕 me.
And I will melt into your arms

Love is a word, a promise made.
But as time passes by, actions betray this very promise.
The mouth is sweet, the hand is bitter, as it leaves a trail of destruction.
Pain becomes one's daily bread, as from deep within a meaning is sought.
Love is kind,love is cruel and sometimes it has a bitter ending.
As walls are trailed with blood unending.

Love is the essence of our very being.
Not the outer form.
But the inner call.
Love is kind.
Love is patient.
Love is slow to anger.
And love does not boast.
It flows like a river, bringing healing to the lost and the lonely.

Touching people.
Mending hearts.
Reaching out.
Giving hope.

It is better to be loved.
Than never have being.loved  at all
A leap of faith.
Could turn the tables around.

Let us sit down and reason
Which is more destructive.
Love or Hate.
Love turned to hate, weaves a pathway of destruction.
But on the other hand.
Hate turned around.
Brings restoration.

Marriage is not rosy red 🍒.
As it comes with lumps and bumps.
But it is a binding force.
That should be held with poise.

The beauty of music is a lulling sound.
Bring joy to a broken and downcast soul.
Drifting and Drifting as you are drawn in.
Drifting to a place, that brings peace for a while.

A new day dawn's.
My heart is ablaze.
I've made it.
I've made it.
I'm still here.

A new day has broken.
Filled with wonders and awes.
Let us rejoice.
Because this is our all.

Hush me to sleep my tender man.
As whisperes of love, trickle through my ears.
Hum me a lullaby, as gentle as the morning dew.
Cradled in your arms, is where I want to be.
Your tender touch, your warm embrace.
Is like lather 🧼 to my skin.
Oh my dear tender man.
In wonderland I am.
Caressed by your tenderness.
Is like music to my soul

One moment in time.
Captured by a photographic lens.
When time stood still.
As the flash went off.
Capturing that very moment.
Which will have a lasting effect.

As the deer pant eth, for the water, so my soul pant eth after thee.
Who can we liken our journey unto.
But that of a deer.
As winter rears its ugly head.
The deer knows,it is for greener pastures it has to seek.
The journey a long and treacherous one.
But it has too be done.
Danger lurking every where,as wild beasts wait, to pounce upon their prey.
The elements of nature, pounding down as they encounter.
Torrents of rain.
Storms unleashing their full fury.
And the blisteringly sun, beating down in full force.
The search for water is drastic.
As they know not where the next water  supply will come.
Many not making this journey, as they are taken out.
So too is this our journey.
Sometimes we experience, four seasons in one month.
As we are been hit, right .left and center.
The full fury of the Titans, bashing us to pieces, as it is unleashed with such full force.
Trials from inside and out.
Pain, sorrow and loneliness.filling our very being.
But a journey that has to be done.
And as the deer pant eth for the water.
So do we.
Searching for a well,to fill us up.
So that we do not grow weary, nor faint.
As this is a journey.
We all must make.

When pen doesn't reach paper.
I have nothing to say.
Peace has captivated me, and in it I will dwell.
It is like a gentle flowing river, soothing my soul.
Peace, Peace, Peace like a river.

How beautiful is it to be, captivated in the stillness of the day.
When the voices, and noises around.
Seems to be in a distant land.
And the earth is at rest.
Peace.       Peace.        Peace.
A soothing effect.

Let's praise Him in the morning.
Let's praise Him in the night.
Let's praise Him when we low.
Let's praise Him when we high.
Let's praise Him in the good times.
Let's praise Him in the bad.
Let's praise Him because He has made us.
And this is our all.
Let's praise Him.

Line by line.
Precept by precept.
Here a little, there a little.
Breaking Rules.
Breaking Values.
Breaking Who You Are.
Dignity flushed down the toilet.
As you rise to the occasion.
For fame and glory.
Money your master.
The world your possession.
Sin your doorkeeper.
As you destroy those around you.

I love the pitter, patter of the rain 🌧️.
As it so gently filters down.
Pitter, patter.
Pitter, patter.
A sound as music to the ear's

Or how magnificent, and arched is your glorious sight.
A beauty to see,as you light up our way.
Colourful and proud you stand above us all.
To remind us that, we are just clay.
If not for your covenant where would we be.
So Glorious 🌈 Rainbows continue to reign.

Are we tired, of chasing pretty rainbows 🌈.
Are we tired of spinning round and round.
So  a day as such as this,we will not chase.
But obtain everything, that we desire.
As we hold hands.
With our Maker.

Man said it's the devil to blame.
The devil said is it me again.
Scripture says man willfully sins.
But the truth of the matter.
Is man needs someone to blame.

Many seek to be part of the crowd.
Changes they make.
To just fit in.
But as time passes by.
And the music begins to fade.
Once again you find.
That you all alone.

Love is like a rose when in full bloom.
The aroma that emerges entwines lovers in a mystery.
White is of purity and innocence untold.
The red of their love,as it grows deeper with every passing day.
The pink, peach, violet and amber are of days shared together.
The green symbolizes jealousy, as their love withers and dies.
The thorns then begin to prickle,as purity and innocence is swallowed up.
But roses are red and violets are blue.
And love is still pure as a white rose in full bloom.

Shadows.
Shadows are the things around ,as darkness mounts itself.
It hides in every corner to pounce upon the weak.
It has no shame or dignity in taking what is not his.
A silent laugh is what we hear, as just another one he claims.
When the light came , he was told to flee, but just look at how he exalts himself, believing he has it all.
But come awaken you who has the light, and let us fight this fight.
Let us array ourselves with armour and meet him on the battle fields, come you who are called, and let us shout , of you no more will we have.
Enough of you, enough have we had, so we tell you darkness flee.
The light has brought us victory and this is.ours to keep.


When troubles come upon us, we know it is just for a little while,as through the tunnel we shall sunder till we see the light.
To God be the glory.

Simplicity
A simple smile to light up the face of a stranger.
A simple word that sparks off laughter.
A simple gesture to put someone at ease.
A simple move that brings joy to another.
A simple action with no driving force behind it.
A simple request that doesn't bring anger.
If simplicity could grab us, let us just remain simple.
Then the world will no longer be so complicated.
So let us just strive to be simple.
As simplicity brings us to our knees.

Through the night I did slumber.
As over me He did watch.
Morning has broken,
A new day ahead.
Come hell o high water, through it I will get.

In too slumber I will drift.
Reaching places, far and wide.
Running free, drifting high.
Speaking words,yet untold.
As I drift further and further into slumber Land.

Let's take a glimpse, into the flight of an eagle 🦅.
Her strength is found in her wings, and this she has much to boast of.
It takes her to heights unreachable,as she soars higher and higher into the deep blue sky
Dives and turns made with such press ion.
As just another manoeuvre she makes.
Her majestic size is her glory.
And the skies she thinks is hers.
Now let us take another glimpse.
Into a journey made by man.
Easy for some and harder for others.
But a journey that has to be done.
Let fear not grip us.
Let bonds and chains ⛓️ not hold us.
So free we can not be.
Let us rather soar on eagles wings.
And in Him we find our rest.

In the vastness of space, I find my nest,
A world away from noise, where I can rest.
Comfort wraps around me, like a gentle breeze,
As I soar through stars, my soul at ease.

Lost in the cosmos, I find my way,
Free from the world's din, in a celestial bay.
Thoughts unfold like nebulae, expansive and wide,
As I dance among planets, my spirit inside.

In this weightless realm, I spread my wings,
Unfettered by bounds, my heart sings.
The universe's silence, a symphony divine,
Echoes my heartbeat, a rhythm so fine.

Here, I'm untethered, free to roam,
In the infinite expanse, my spirit's home.
No noise can reach me, no worries can cling,
In space's vast comfort, my soul takes wings.

A time of refuge.
A time of rest.
A time to gather your self.
From those voices that echo out.
Not to build, but to break.
This is your privilege.
You have earned it.
Enter in,lose yourself, fade away,drift into the calm oceans.
As it takes effect, wrap your self into this space.
It's your's.
It's your's.
And you have a right to be there.

Make your yes a yes.
Make your no a no.
Do not be side tracked.
But stand your ground.

There's a saying that goes.
The star's are not aligned to be
together.
So come let's capture, two lovers, beneath this starry skies.
Fire burning, through every fibre.
As they gaze upon the stars.
A dress, a ring, a celebration, becomes the order of that heat.
Time soon reveals the truth.
That these two, were never meant to be.
But as the stars, thrive on each other.
So do these, two lovers,who once was on heat.
A match made in heaven
Mismatched by far.
But if departed.
These two will not thrive.
So like star's they will wander.
But never depart.

Love is a symbol.
When two hearts entwine.
A ring a token.
And not to be replaced.

Many would integrate who is she.
What does she know has she been there.
But roads are many, and each has a different tale to tell.
How would I relate to a mom who has a down syndrome child, or a child who is swiftly taken away, without fulfilling their days.
So wisdom is required in what we
Say .
So many a roads I have trudged already.
Not just the talk , but the walk I've done.
So when I reach out too many.
It is with love and care.
Too build a new future, for the coming generations.

To Texas our hearts  cry out.
As in prayer we will you keep.
Your pain is our pain.
Oh Texas.

The sun,look how he boasts.
As he rises from the East.
A burning ball of fire, emitting sunshine to Gods people.
The moon with it's hazy look, to give light to the night
The star's a brilliant sight,as they display their glory.
And what of our dear Earth.
The grass so green, the trees so tall.
As they dance to the breeze.
The roses, the daffodils,lilies and flowers unnamed, filling the earth with colours.
Colours of brilliance, that captures the eye.
Herbs , and vegetables of all  kinds springing forth.
To feed a hungry man.
Do we ever take time to stop.
Think.
Look.
And appreciate.
The beauty of creation.
Or do  our eyes remain blinded.
Let's let go of our routine.
Wake up.
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.
And take time out to smell the roses

The Beholder gazes down from above.
As He admires His crafted ones.
Each a different brand and make.
And personalities to.
I'm sure He has a laugh or two.
As He watches them at play.

The broad road, has many pleasures, illuminating the way for those out at play.
The glimmer, the glamour.
The flashing lights and those danced filled day's.
Pleasure galore and great ecstasy.
This road a good one, and hard to let go.
But as time drifts by.
And the body grows old.
The  road  is empty.
And there's no pleasures to fill this void.

There is always two sides to a coin.
And I believe that some, time or another.
We are witnesses to this.
In the work place, and church, blushes are received.
As praises go up.
Soon the visage is removed as home time is it.
Home time, oh home time.
Now I can let my guard down.
The monster within, can no longer be contained.
As fury is unleashed, in the home with full force.
Breaking and breaking the one's that he loves.

I wandered lonely as a cloud.
That floats on high,of vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd.
A host of golden daffodils.
Besides the lake, beneath the tree's.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

By  William Wordsworth.

The  Earth is tottering around, like a drunken man.
Yielding to nothing, raging a force of destruction,
As earth quakes, fires, floods and tsunamis continue to run a rampant path.
As it continues on it's path of destruction, no age, gender or status is required.
It is taking whom it will.
Cries are heard from afar, as they raise their strength, and say you are mine.
The Earth is completely hurtling out of control, and no man has the power to stop it.
But let us just pause for a moment.
And consider this.
We were given dominion to take care of it.
Did we.
As man's knowledge increased, filled with power and greed, he thought he owned the Earth.
But little did he know he was just the care taker.
It was not his
Taking away the very oxygen we breath,as he cut down tree 🎄 after tree.
Smog, pollution and other elements rising high as greed pushed man on.
Fame was the game.
Now let us reason together.
Who is too be blamed.
Now we are suffering the punishment.
As the Earth cries out, come, come .
You are mine.

The God of Truth and Power.
What a powerful saying, The God  of Truth and Power,
We see the goodness of God revealed into our daily lives.
Our Father who  from the very beginning of time chose each and every one of us for ,,
His Divine Purpose. To love us.
Ye who breathed the very breath of life  into each and every one of us, who hears the very sound of our heartbeat, and wipes away every tear.
This Majestic God we serve.
Ye who is our Councilor,Our Healer, Our Redeemer, The Rock of Our Salvation and the very foundation on which we were built.
When life seems to have no meaning, and the world is  collapsing around, when the storms are raging, the winds howling, the seas pounding the rocks with such force.
Our bodies bruised and battered from being tossed too and fro , and the purpose of life washed away by currents of turmoil.
When all seems to be lost, a life line is released as this Mighty Get whom we serve becomes the anchor in our storm.This Beautiful, Wonderful and never failing God sends.forth His.Word to comfort us.
The sun will not smite  thee   by day nor the moon by night, I  am your strength and your refuge, your strong  tower and the pillar that holds you up.
I will never leave you nor forsake you I will be with you till the end of time
He then lifts you up as He whispers, My Child , My Child  I am with you.

The Grave.
Each and every one of us was put on this earth to fulfill a purpose.
No matter what color or  creed  we were uniquely and beautifully designed by the potter.
But the grave becomes the  victor as many life's  come to an end,too many stories never told ,wasted talents , visions lost and swallowed up by the grave.

The mouth is a source of good and bad.
As whispered words of love, soon becomes an utterance of pain.
Once they were sweet, but now they are bitter.
Like a garment shredded and no longer of use.
Regarded as garbage as love turns to hate.
Whisper's of love,has brought years of pain, as memories flood your mind.
For many who has tread this road.
Love is bitter, sweet and unending.

With gentle hands,He shapes us each day.
Vessels of gold, silver, bronze and clay.
Making, breaking , molding and refining each day.
Handled with care as He crafts us each day.

What a beautiful day it would be.
When we are called up yonder.  
Where pain, sorrow and hardship.
Will no longer ware us down.
A day of great rejoicing, this will be.
As with the angels we shall dance.