He Doesn't Know His Role

Walking around without a care,
does nothing more than stare.

Came to me one day with much to say,
I just couldn't pray.

You see, people sometimes are up to no good,
so they run to another 'hood.
Hoping things will get better,
while avoiding God's love letter.

God uses people around us to expose lies,
and tell of those who like to compromise.

An enemy yesterday, a friend today,
now he wants to talk, to pray.

When feeling down low,
some will play up the show.

"Woe is me, look at me,
can't you see, what happened to me?"

But what were the events that led up
to the Spirit's man's cries, and how many more
covert lies?

In search of a different role, it begins to take it's toll.
Trying hard to come out a winner,
but the reality is man is just a sinner.

Nicholl McGuire author of When Mothers Cry, see blog here.  Listen to her recite poetry on this site.

Yesterday Prepared Me for Today

Battled with an enemy,

a common foe.

He was playing on the down low--

used women for a show.

It was a race to see who would win

He got the best of me justified his sin.

I was ready for the battle,

but he rounded up friends like cattle.

Tried to tell me that I was in the wrong,

sang some tired, weak song.

I had heard it all before,

past fights left me sore.

Said goodbye to yesterday’s defeat,

still standing though on two feet!

Didn’t worry anymore about lies,

cause I had my share of spies.

Played into a man’s weaknesses,

got comfortable, thought he won.

Little did he know,

I came back with the Holy One!

The victory is mine,

didn’t whine,

I had drew the line!

Put the foolishness to rest,

passed the devil’s test.

Tried to blindside me,

but used both eyes so I could see.

Trouble always around,

but you don’t have to go down.

Never stay on any ground.

Never stay on any ground.

Get up and fight your foe,

Understand strategy,

be in the know!

Nicholl McGuire

Lesson Learned

It was I, not he
not she, had to be me!

I wanted to go,
I had to show,
then I didn't know.

If I thought it was love,
I would have saw the Dove,
but I knew it was not,
this was my last shot.

A word of wisdom came to me,
an offer that I really couldn't see--
was more concerned about the future
of three,
now look at me?

Happy I was at least in the beginning,
but now I look forward to a happy ending.

Once again blind, but now I see,
those that are sick can't blame me,
for God has called me to be free!

The next trip will be one
and I will have fun,
won't look back...
won't worry about a money stack.

Good times cost money,
men charm with honey.
Then before long,
down a hole like a bunny.

Looking for what's here and there,
your heart is left in despair.
A body with more than general wear.

God calls us out of dark holes,
and saves our lives--our souls.

Another lesson learned,
life experience discerned
received that perfect love yearned!
Finally something I didn't have to earn!

Nicholl McGuire shares her personal insight with young women from a spiritual perspective when it comes to relationships, see link.

Use Me Lord

I don't allow religion
to close my eyes
to who I am
to where I've been
and where I'm going.

So I won't fit in,
even when some think
they know me.

And I won't attend,
even when I'm invited,
because unless I have a seat
at the master's table,
not interested in his crumbs.

There is something inside of me,
bigger than me,
stronger than man,
wiser than woman.

Tried to keep my mouth shut,
didn't want me speaking truth
couldn't do anything with me.

Distractions,
always moving me
telling me where to go
who to talk to
what to do.

When I awoke to the game,
I hit my handlers where they hurt,
and I progressed.
Truth wasn't pretty,
it didn't make them happy.

As for love, they couldn't feel me.

I ran away, came back,
ran away, came back,
ran away, came back,
a slave to the past.

Freedom, I cried.
Remove the chains that keep me bound.
There is a new me,
beyond what I see.

Nicholl McGuire

Messengers of the Lord - a poem by Nicholl McGuire

 

 

I would love to tell the perfect story
would love to always give God the glory.

But sometimes down moments
get in the way,
and sometimes, I too, forget to pray.

God gives his messengers a lot to say,
direct listeners to his one pathway.

Give the soul peace, emotions will cease.
Show men love, remind them of the dove.

Don't know when God will say, "You're done."
Darkness works to put an end to the Son.

But even when you are not right,
and even when there is no light,
still keep God in your sight!

There will be trouble, fallen rubble,
and grandmaster teachers
will pop like a bubble.

They claim to know,
but are used like foes,
they speak on talkshows,
but will die like a rose.

A slow, painful death to those,

with so many foes.

They use to sing God's praises,

but then they got money raises.

 

Had they been humble and said, "I'm not right."

Then maybe God would have called off the fight.

 

Heavy consequences to pay

for those with much to say,

that's why we should all pray.

 

Lessons to be learned,

shouldn't be about how much money earned.

 

Yet, keep going forward with bad deals,

and the world will see unholy men

at the bottom of hills.

Nicholl McGuire