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


 

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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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