Someone prayed for me today,
came across my blog to say
that 'tis the season not to play,
time to get ready for the big wedding day!
They say,
"You have a lot to say, been reading your posts" since May.
Understand you have some seeds to lay,
said a prayer for you today.
You and I are from the same vine.
We stand in the same line
Like you, I use to drink wine and dine.
Then I realized I didn't have much time.
I saw an ungodly sign.
Thought everything was fine.
But the man on the cross,
Reminded me of my loss.
If I kept doing the same thing,
then misery I would only bring.
I know it has been hard,
that's why I carry a card.
It reminds me to trust God,
the creator of the rod.
Don't want to misuse my gifts.
Following God creates some rifts.
But I have to do what I do,
if I want to be one of the few.
There was a time I would cry
even justify a lie.
But time is of the essence,
since I have been blessed by His presence.
I don't know what your journey has been,
but like mine, most likely filled with sin.
God uses people to write--
some choose to share their plight,
while there are others who pick a fight.
The road to the promise land is a process
unlike a game, there is no recess.
Have to keep walking a steady pace,
stay focused in order to win this race.
Thank the Lord for people like you,
the ones who think of me,
the kind of people who look beyond
what the eyes can see.
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Thursday
Wednesday
It Was Something About Him
I couldn't put my finger on it,
something about him I didn't like.
These were the days that I was
in love with Mike.
He was nice.
He was respectful--
kind and polite.
He was educated,
unique, but not my type.
I wasn't crazy,
I was just young,
still a baby.
Didn't know the difference
between what was good and what was shady?
He was a beautiful man
who loved God--
used the Bible as his
fishing rod.
My blind eyes couldn't see,
he knew he had often annoyed me.
"Come to our bible study,"
but I wasn't ready, my life
wasn't clean, it was still muddy.
God took his hand off the spiritual man
and left me alone--there was no more Dan.
No more invites and no more slights.
I thought I was doing "okay, alright."
But now that I look back on my life,
God was trying to save me from stress and strife.
something about him I didn't like.
These were the days that I was
in love with Mike.
He was nice.
He was respectful--
kind and polite.
He was educated,
unique, but not my type.
I wasn't crazy,
I was just young,
still a baby.
Didn't know the difference
between what was good and what was shady?
He was a beautiful man
who loved God--
used the Bible as his
fishing rod.
My blind eyes couldn't see,
he knew he had often annoyed me.
"Come to our bible study,"
but I wasn't ready, my life
wasn't clean, it was still muddy.
God took his hand off the spiritual man
and left me alone--there was no more Dan.
No more invites and no more slights.
I thought I was doing "okay, alright."
But now that I look back on my life,
God was trying to save me from stress and strife.
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