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Monday

Higher Calling

A calling on my life
what more do I have to give
how much more strife?

What does it take to be the best,
to pass tests
or even earn a place to rest?

Higher calling, do you have one
or do you prefer to just have fun?
A race we start young to run,
get old and complain, "I'm done."
Burdens start weighing a ton.
But we can't give up now,
we can't call foul!

God calling people to work,
lazy folks just lurk...
watching others do what they are told...
even when they are very old.
Talk too much about what they won't do,
while hoping to get blessed off a few.

This road with God isn't easy,
but money hoarders make it sleazy.
People want to know more,
seeking a church open door,
hope Jesus is on the other side,
take off their pride.

But when fools are the gatekeepers,
when they act like creepers
killing people spiritually,
saying God has no power...
yet Satan is on his last hour.

We can't help but to grab our sisters
and brothers from wayward fathers and mothers
and tell them just how loved they are,
whether near or far!

God loves you so much that he gave up his righteous Son,
brought him back to life and showed you the truth
will give you eternal life!

Nicholl McGuire



Saturday

Soul Lesson

What belongs to you
who belongs to you?
Christian, you got a lot of work to do.

I spent many nights crying alone,
because my mind had been blown
between work, college, and family.
Problems, sometimes all you see.

Yet, I had to give Him my burdens
or lose my life under the pressure
to perform,
conform,
and sign many forms.

Wasn't about to be that one,
who claimed God and then he's done.
Obtain money, power and fame
and then go off, become insane.

Satan's whistles, charms, and beauty
put people on paths of dirty duty.
They cry, moan, fight, and
lose sight...there is no beautiful
white light for those in sin.

Holy Ghost withdraws and
people are under the law.
No freedom in thought,
lost in confusion,
plans placed upon them of intrusion.
Infiltrate their minds,
make them stand in long lines,
enforce fines...

Read the newspapers,
check the 'Net, and sit down
and let...
the whisper of God come
free you!

Saw a man with a lot of money
in his hand, witnessed a woman who kicked in
sand and neither were interested
in spiritual things and all the bells
and whistles that they bring.

Rather live through life believing
they are in control,
they could careless about their own soul.

He knows,
he knows
we all reap,
we all sow.

Nicholl McGuire

Sunday

Bye Earth

Landscape, Blue Sky, Clouds, View, Hills, Field, Nature

Heaven awaits me
so far away my soul takes me
beyond the clouds...
down below I see
they don't have a clue
what is happening to me.
So busy,
busy
no time
problems are like sucking on a lime.
High above all the stupid stuff
the fluff
the huff
the puff
no wolf can blow my house down!
I'm not on the ground.
No longer hear the devil's angry sound.
Like a scary movie,
always anticipating a fight,
body often ready to take a flight
evil frequently in sight.
So grateful for the planes above,
they remind me of that Holy Spirit dove.

Nicholl McGuire

Friday

No Confession, No Change

Focused on the act
sit back and complain about lack.
A man with an attitude like a thumbtack.

No confession, no change.
Headed down a rabbit hole for the mentally deranged.
Met this one before, it never takes long before he
walks around sore.

A man easily offended over the littlest of things, he hides his truth--sometimes sings.

I questioned the Jesus he claimed to know,
the wayward believer was in a boat he didn't want to help row.

Jesus was to act on his command,
despite the fact the man could prevent sinking in quicksand.
But he didn't want to take Jesus by the hand.

There is no confession, no apology, no newness
only business...money, money that is the name of his game.
Juvenile excuses for not reading the Bible, trusting in God--they were lame.

He appreciates moments where he gets his five minutes of fame.
Lust women, shake hands with men, looks for someone to condone his sins.
Attention seek, the man acts as if he is not weak.
God provided the discerning with an information leak.

No confession, no change.
Headed down a rabbit hole for the mentally deranged.
Met this one before, it never takes long before he
walks around sore.

Nicholl McGuire



Saturday

Tuesday

Money Worries

A dawning of a new day, so I pray.
Can't let them get to me, not today.
It will soon be the first of May.
Watching, waiting to walk on my flowers,
after months of rain showers.

What more did they want?  Their words taunt.
God isn't leading me, moving me, or wanting me
to connect with she or he...He knows I can't pay their fees.

A new face looks back at me in the mirror.
No worries, no fear.  Wipe away another tear.
Too much too soon...
thoughts I had as I stared at the moon.

Let too many people in...all I wanted to do was win.
They wanted to sin.

There is indeed a life beyond this one I recall...enjoy the fun,
but remember his Holy Son.
Sooner or later there will be no sun.

Eyes closed behind a bedroom door.
A body tired and sore, lying on a back--don't want to live anymore.

The government helps themselves, look for a legal crack
takes yet another citizen's money sack.

To the grave one goes, so stressed.
Heart under duress--
prematurely left.

If I were you and you were me,
you would clearly see,
there is more to life than bill collectors and fees.

Nicholl McGuire

Friday

Held Back

Stopped in my tracks.
I didn't have the facts.

Held my peace--
wanted arguing to cease.

Could have, would have,
but I didn't.

Pain makes you go crazy,
could have left way back when,
but got lazy.

My tongue froze in my mouth.
My lips stopped moving--
head facing south.

Throat dry.
Started to cry.
Couldn't stand here and listen
to yet another lie.

There was no more talking,
just walking.

Answer to prayers--
done with the glares.

God had something to do with it,
no more fits.

God had something to do with it,
my candle now lit.

Nicholl McGuire

No More Grieving

You didn't see it coming.
It was Pain.
A blow to a stomach.
A crush on a head,
You didn't see it coming.

Where was God?

From the left,
Death shows up--hoping to finish the job.
Dark, deadly...
leaving you feeling downcast.

"God, do you see this?"

Bad news.
A voice on the other end,
you drop the phone.
A dial tone.

"I can't take much more!"

Here comes, Peace.
You are not defeated.
Energy to fight
with all your might!

God is in sight,
you prayed last night.
Storm clouds leaving.
There is no more
grieving.

Nicholl McGuire

Thursday

Stubborness

I didn't want to see it coming.
Another lesson to learn.
Got myself involved in something,
Then I got burned.

Put my feelings out there.
Met with a cold-hearted stare.
The devil tempted me
with yet another double dog dare.

If I had been more discerning...
had applied my spiritual learning
then I wouldn't have been
the one wishing and yearning.

Back then called out to God for help
but He didn't come running.
He remembered what I did,
so on with the shunning.

Sit in a mess for awhile
until it stinks like bile.
Rush before the Lord again
and ask him to walk this mile.

Nicholl McGuire author of many self improvement books including Know Your Enemy: The Christian's Critic.

Ugly Man

Thoughts and prayers to heal a soul--
take it all in!
Purge the sin!
Got more than enough stuff--
not interested in more fluff!
Need healing for my soul!

Material things can be annoying
like a big black, ugly mole
on a beautiful face,
but that one thing seems to be out of place.

Got a lot of issues,
not enough tissues!
But when enough is enough,
what do we all do?

We pack our stuff.
We get away.
We thank God,
we escaped yet another wedding day.
We pray.

Answers to prayer on a silver platter,
enough with the confusing head chatter!
We had more than enough to say to
deaf, dumb and blind lovers governed
by a too self-absorbed minion.

Abuse day after day,
so we get away.
Get away!
Get out the mind jail cell
today!

Get away!
Get away!

*    *    *

Realized my truth--
saw a brighter future.
I sat too long in false comfort
to avoid those emotional cries,
just wanted to believe those sweet, ugly lies.

God reminded me.
Oh yes he did!
God didn't want my soul dying
suffocated due to all that lying.

The pain he rid like a baby out
the crib...the pain he rid,
closed the devil's lid.

Nicholl McGuire

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