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
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Friday
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
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
Friday
Death So Close Yet So Far Off
I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.
Felt odd yesterday
and feeling worse today!
I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.
Didn't know there was some place to go,
don't know if I'm making it to the show.
I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.
Praying that the body won't show out!
Praying that my mouth won't shout!
No pain,
nothing to gain.
Need a healing,
got that feeling.
Raise my hands high,
don't believe it's time to die.
Got to get things done,
before I see the Holy Son.
Just asking for that healing,
need to put away that feeling!
When the people pray,
oh let the angels say,
"May our God be with you,
one of his few."
Oh, I got that feeling.
Feel the spirit go up,
pass the ceiling.
Nicholl McGuire
I'm going to need healing.
Felt odd yesterday
and feeling worse today!
I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.
Didn't know there was some place to go,
don't know if I'm making it to the show.
I got a feeling
I'm going to need healing.
Praying that the body won't show out!
Praying that my mouth won't shout!
No pain,
nothing to gain.
Need a healing,
got that feeling.
Raise my hands high,
don't believe it's time to die.
Got to get things done,
before I see the Holy Son.
Just asking for that healing,
need to put away that feeling!
When the people pray,
oh let the angels say,
"May our God be with you,
one of his few."
Oh, I got that feeling.
Feel the spirit go up,
pass the ceiling.
Nicholl McGuire
Monday
Up and Away
"Up and away,
today I lay
and wish for a brand new day.
So tired of being sick,
shriveling down to a stick.
Struggling with being ill,
my cry, a shrill.
Asked the Lord for immediate healing,
wonder what his hand is dealing.
Answers to prayer seem a bit slow,
wonder if they all know."
Her illness a secret,
doctors she met.
But there was no cure,
her date had been set.
She was dying with each passing day.
Those that knew, didn't know what to pray.
They had no favor with her Lord,
he had cut them with his sword.
They were in the wilderness, with nothing to eat,
didn't want to confess sin, fall down at God's feet.
Didn't believe their lives were all messed up,
didn't believe God's wrath was in a cup...
pouring down on all,
prideful witnesses to her fall.
It was time to do right,
experience the light,
and know that God was still in sight.
Up and away,
and so she would pray,
hoping God would take her today.
Nicholl McGuire is the author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate and other books.
today I lay
and wish for a brand new day.
So tired of being sick,
shriveling down to a stick.
Struggling with being ill,
my cry, a shrill.
Asked the Lord for immediate healing,
wonder what his hand is dealing.
Answers to prayer seem a bit slow,
wonder if they all know."
Her illness a secret,
doctors she met.
But there was no cure,
her date had been set.
She was dying with each passing day.
Those that knew, didn't know what to pray.
They had no favor with her Lord,
he had cut them with his sword.
They were in the wilderness, with nothing to eat,
didn't want to confess sin, fall down at God's feet.
Didn't believe their lives were all messed up,
didn't believe God's wrath was in a cup...
pouring down on all,
prideful witnesses to her fall.
It was time to do right,
experience the light,
and know that God was still in sight.
Up and away,
and so she would pray,
hoping God would take her today.
Nicholl McGuire is the author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate and other books.
Friday
Spiritual Death Poems
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Spiritual Death Poems
Spiritual Death Poems
Wednesday
God Needed a Pianist
God needed a pianist
someone to play him a song
like he did for me once
while I thought "so how long?"
God needed a pianist
whose heart was still tore
from yesterdays aches
whose body was still sore.
God needed a pianist
whose money problems ran deep
with little time left
and a booked up week.
God needed a pianist
who loved him so,
but sometimes forgot him
for the show.
God needed a pianist
whose fingers played quickly
who kept with the rhythm
a soul that moved swiftly.
God needed a pianist
someone who touched us all
who I remember well
in our last phone call.
Dedicated to my high school classmate Derrick Finch R.I.P. 2/17/2009
DERRICK IS ON THE PIANO, "Very good, the music takes you away! Go ahead treat yourself to a vacation, a shopping spree or better yet just sit back and relax!" -- N.M.
Coolin' © Derrick Finch from Tyrra Turner on Vimeo.
Saturday
God is in the Plan
God awoke me one day
I had nothing to say.
For I had a bad dream
and I couldn't scream.
Enemy told me that I would die.
I knew it was a big fat lie.
But weeks later my face was on the floor
Had no idea what I was in for.
God used me to send a simple sign
a single word over the phone line.
No one wanted to think the thought
but they forgot that I was bought.
God was in the plan
and I in His hand
a reminder to us
time is like quick sand.
I had nothing to say.
For I had a bad dream
and I couldn't scream.
Enemy told me that I would die.
I knew it was a big fat lie.
But weeks later my face was on the floor
Had no idea what I was in for.
God used me to send a simple sign
a single word over the phone line.
No one wanted to think the thought
but they forgot that I was bought.
God was in the plan
and I in His hand
a reminder to us
time is like quick sand.
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