Know God

Struggle between both man and God
this child I knew had ran to the pew.

She hoped that God would change his plans
and release her from her master's hands.

The demon had made a pact with her life
and she had been feeling more hurt and strife.

Her dark, ridden soul had yet to be sowed.
God's power and love was something she craved.

For years her heart carried mistrust
she lied, she cheated and hid her lust.

And God Almighty would place his curse,
to avoid her ride in the big, black hearse.

The child had extreme ache deep within
for flesh was the root of her deep sin.

But his kind words would be her key
for he wanted her love ever faithfully.

So she would pray and fast for Him
in her room where the lights were dim.

And death would slowly begin to grow
and the leaves from the trees had begun to blow.

And those golden leaves laid upon her name

and her life was in His great hall of fame.

Moments with God

I hear...
Indian chants
the dialect of a foreign stranger
rhythms of peace
a calming wind
the world far away.

In the upper room
I hear my God
I am his Son
No past pangs from the evil one.
I'm free!

No more voices ringing
"You are a sinner."
I know.
I'm not perfect.
There's no wrong
in perfect love.

God my comforter
wake me up
when it's all over!

What's Inside of Me?

Created, manifested, edited, and rearranged
my life story
to try to fit
what others said I should become!

Thought about a butcher, a baker and a candlestick maker
from a storybook of long ago.

Heard someone say a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, and an athlete
I knew that wasn't for me.

So I went to God to confirm my identity,
my destiny
meanwhile the world says
"you can't be rich."

So I kept my dream under lock and key for awhile
as I pursued what man said was best for me.

Told me my success was measured by dollars and cents
wouldn't ackowledge me as an expert without letters
didn't think much of me when I couldn't drive metal
said I was breaking the rules if I went off course.

Oh there is a river of words within me
streaming out daily
for I cannot rest
until I do my best
until I write my last word
until I give my last breath...

Can't leave it up to God to tell my story
that's why he called me
front page news give God the glory!

My name will be...
My Father I am
the first and the last
oh how they will remember me!

My face on television
the wealthy will speak my name!
My children will call me blessed
for I am highly favored
bought with a price
more than a conqueror
through Christ who strengthens me!

For seeds I have sown for so many years
are sprouting green because of my tears!
The ground beneath me a solid rock I stand
no devil in hell can shake me!

My blessing will be running over
my house will have more room than I need
my car will shine
and someone out there will call me "mine."

Then I will reflect on this day
of how he blessed me with an idea
that sold millions
that delivered thousands
that appointed hundreds
for many are called
but chosen are few.

So I wait...and I wait
as God serves me my plate
and I will feast in the presence of mine enemies.

God will restore what was stolen from me
God will bless me like he did Job
a new day is coming...
"God grant me the serenity..."
I remember the note I posted upon my wall
and the time will come that I will need it!

For the crowds are on their way
the lights will be flashing
the pain of not having enough
will be far gone from my head!

My heart will no longer be heavy
my children won't have to hear "no"
and God, oh yes God...will answer my prayers!