Friday

What Would You Do?

What would you do if you had less dollars,
faced with a test created by scholars,
or saw evil men make your neighbor holler?


Would you pretend to love?
Would you realize a vision that came from above?


What would you do when the war is at your front door?
Would you fight with all your might or get worried or
scared and act like God is not in sight?


What would you do if you were dying today,
would you bother to pray?  Would you know what to say?


What would you do if you had everything?
Would you give praise to God and loudly sing?


What would you do, what would you do?
The hours are few, a day, a second
a government coup.


Shouts to remove the Christian,
"Get out, get out!"
There's no more clout.


God warned of days like this,
luxuries will go amiss.


People will cry out in pain,
feel like they are going insane.


Attempts to appease their dark master,
but all ends in a dreadful disaster.


Challenges come in a deceptive surprise
through a myriad of black and white lies,
and then a diamond one,
falls over and dies.


The people cry out, "What are we fighting for?"
They always want, "More...more and more!"
But past plans don't bring solutions,
and neither resolutions.


A nation at war, a Star Wars,
has left many people feeling sore.


So confused, they know not what to do.
In darkness, asleep, sooner or later
they weep, and cry to a God,
"Where's our shepherd? We're sheep."


Nicholl McGuire

Monday

Alter on the Altar

Someone loves me
when no one seems to care,
someone loves me
even when I feel fair.

I appreciate the love of God--so real!
Better than the most fattening meal!

When life's routines get the best of me,
I look forward to what God is doing through me!

Prayers for a new and improved life,
and a little less stress and strife.

Happy to be born again,
avoiding any and all old sin.

A time when love comes around again.
Something brand new to begin!

No more reflecting on bad times,
good thoughts come in the form of new rhymes.

If I were to be a complete me,
it would only take God to re-build me.

Not enough time in one day
to do all the things I hear him say.

But he is ever-present with me,
he put away that old girl named, She.

Nicholl McGuire 

Thursday

Set Free

Without God I don't know what I would do!
Life for me had been like an old shoe--
worn out, dirty, ugly, pew!

I had fought until I sought,
then began to receive a new thought--
one after the other after the other.
I encouraged a new brother.

Life was different now,
I didn't need to milk the cow.
Blessings come to me,
because I'm set free!

Can't complain about what use to be--
was no good for Old Me,
New Me can clearly see!

Thought I had everything figured out,
but what I needed God gave me a shout!

Praise comes from once dry lips
that use to take many sips.
These days walk a straight line,
the body now feels fine!

So in love with the New Me,
forgot about the Old She--
angry, bitter, and lost,
now a warm heart melts the frost.

God is able,
keeps food on my table!

God is so sweet,
better than the best cut meat!

God is my one true friend,
who determines my end.

Nicholl McGuire
 

Monday

Reconciled to God - Now How About You?

Reconciled.
Left, came back, left...
had enough of cheating--
went to a meeting,

There He was watching,
welcoming me back.
I came with spiritual lack,
yet I made a comeback!

Praise to God, my Lord
with the sword!
He didn't hurt,
nor did he abuse,
he took away
what Satan misused.

He guided me by the hand,
reintroduced me to His Holy land.
No more running away
from sorrow,
no more hating tomorrow.

So happy to be with those
who love with those appointed--
the Cross above.

So free to be me
without a guilt trip
and no desire to
take an alcohol sip!

So happy to be with the Everlasting One,
to know and love His only Son,
and be used by their Holy One.

A reconciliation of peace and love
the kind that only comes from above.
Moving along in my life,
able to deal with the strife.
The Lord is there,
our burdens he bears.

It's time to walk past the stares,
and embrace the God who cares.

Nicholl McGuire


 

Friday

What Could I Do?

What could I do
when they threatened to sue?

What could I do
when there was more than a few?

What could I do
when I missed my cue?

Tell me, can you?

There is a God who sees it all,
He was the one who was with
me during my fall.

He was the one who put me to test,
He was the one who showed me His best.

When I thought I was all alone,
when no one picked up the phone.
God didn't give me a dial tone.

I had nothing to say,
all I could do was kneel down and pray.

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Saturday

One Last Chance

It was my dying day, 
had one more chance to pray.
Said goodbye to the family, tired of the agony.

It was now my time to talk with my Maker.
He had sent the death angel--the Soul Taker.

I was tired of what had become of my life.
Bad news cut frequently like a knife.

Chest pain, head insane, money strain.
Had fought for so long against much wrong.

Walked with a strut, kicked butt.
but then one day I was in a rut.

Couldn't break the cycle that I had called, "Passion."
Engulfed in what I would call, "My Fashion."

Like a designer, I had created a new me.
Wore personalities that the world could see.

Didn't know half the time who was I?
Didn't know sometimes why I would sigh.

Had everything that most prayed for,
but then living my life had become a bore.

Found myself looking up at the ceiling,
this time there was no healing.

Heard the voice who said, "Go back."
I didn't want to go to a life of spiritual lack.

Cried all the way down that gold escalator,
welcomed back to a breathing respirator.

I had one last chance, I took a glance.
Saw faces awaiting for me to moan,
but my voice had lost its tone.

Pleaded with my Maker to take me back.
That's when the screen flat-lined, went black.

Nicholl McGuire



 

Wednesday

Stop and Pray

I was tired, didn't want to start my day.
So I got up, but I didn't pray.
I don't know why--I didn't know what to say?

And then things happened, crazy stuff,
I guess I had, had enough!

Glass broken all around me,
tiny fragments as far as the eye could see!
"That was me, that was me!" I thought.
For years, a merciful God I had sought.

Tears on a floor and a body left sore,
don't recall what was it I had been fighting for?
An issue without a cause,
didn't take the time to pause.

Now the world knows what is wrong,
and my story is far too long.
They don't care, observers just stare.

How did I come so far to turn back,
how did I lose it--blow my stack?
What spiritual gift did I lack?

It can happen to us all,
one day stand tall
then like Humpty take a great fall.

It can happen late at night or in the middle of the day
that is why it is best you stop and pray!

Nicholl McGuire

NOTE: This poem was inspired by a woman who recently had a nervous breakdown.  Please pray for all those people who are suffering right now as a result of past trauma that has fragmented their minds, thank you.

Sunday

Spiritually Lost

Some just don't know
that God isn't for show--
like to talk about what they don't know.

They are upset and confused,
misused and abused.

Believing in lies,
while the spirit within dies.

Void of understanding,
often they cause a misunderstanding.
They then ask, "Why?"
while loved ones just cry.

The more you pray, the more they say,
"I'm okay..." but wasn't it just the other day,
they had many hurtful words to say?

They don't believe they need Jesus,
that's why they put up a fuss,
while dark spirits they entrust.

To be lost is to be alone,
the spirit man will groan.

You forget what you have been shown.
You live life on a loan.

You worry about many things,
your spirit no longer sings.

Too lazy to help another,
you disown a brother.

You manipulate and lie to get ahead,
you attempt to get peace from a bed.

People distance themselves from you.
You wonder, "What did I do?"

Those who act like they care,
expect you to pay their fare.

A ride of life everyone takes,
but they wonder, "How much you make?"

When you are all used up with nothing to give,
that's when you ask, "Why do I live?"

Nicholl McGuire

 

Let God in the Church

Spiritual
not religious
won't join
won't sign
refuse to tow yet another man's line.

Brought up issue after issue,
contradictions,
no excuses.
Realize His power,
causes grown men
to cower.

Forget what the people say,
Remember what God say.
Pressure from others,
who claim to be "Mothers"
They will control your life
when weak to strife.

Go here, go there,
some walk around
and stare.

Another new face
walked into their place,
they assume ignorance,
predict disgrace.

Clean dirty floors,
open church doors.
Read from the Holy Book,
give credit for what you took.

Saw a preacher man scream
and shout, the same man
seeking clout.

Saw a woman shake then
fall, got up and stood real tall.

Saw a child cry while wishing to leave,
parents in trouble--they grieve.

When the Holy Ghost is brought in,
people will walk away from sin.

People give to get,
refuse to forget,
let God, God let,
tell the people
who you met.

Nicholl McGuire
 

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