On Soul Watch

Muddled mind,
confused feelings
no golden staircase,
leading to heavenly ceilings.

Angels on soul watch,
awaiting life change--
another world to rearrange.

Hope that a mighty God,
will bring the peace,
make all personal chaos
cease.

Heal the people's pain,
they are going insane!

But He doesn't.

Wrapped in issues,
noses buried in tissues.

Love lost, job loss,
rejection, anger, sadness,
bring on madness.

The offended, defends
suffocates their sins.

Comments that go on,
they never seem to end.

"Why bother teaching lost hearts,
so many had bad starts?  Why
does one care so much?"
In answer, "Accepted a godly touch."

The clock ticks, days are long,
work hard to avoid wrong.

Nights seem slow,
but they help one
to spiritually grow.

Need to find contentment,
need to put away resentment.
Reminder: a Holy Ghost was sent.


Nicholl McGuire

Note:  If you haven't asked Jesus' gift of the Holy Ghost to come work in and through you, you just might want to.  Live today as if you will die tomorrow.

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Nicholl McGuire

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Who Do You Really Love?

Question your love.
Who do you think of?

Starting a new day,
did you take time to pray?
Was there something you forgot to say?

So much on a mind,
love can be so blind.
Problems enter in,
move on men to sin.

Wasn't it just the other day,
after a lay, that you wished for a wedding day?

Time flies by when you are having fun,
but commitment makes you want to run.

Love who?
Not you.
So many, so few,
called and don't want to do.

"I love you" they say,
hoping for an answer
while they pray.

But God isn't in this or that,
not today, too many people
living beyond fat.

Seeking a bride,
white as snow,
not one hiding, on the down low.

Refusing to commit,
won't carry a permit.
Telling people stories,
lost in sinful glories.

Celebrities act like they love,
act as if a relationship should
fit like a glove.

God knows better,
but people don't bother to
read his love letter.

Worldly holidays,
always forget to pray,
another life lost
on Valentine's Day.

Nicholl McGuire

Missed Out

Warning,
they told him what to do.
Warning,
yet he would still be untrue.

God had taken him by the hand,
showed him what he could have given him,
a prosperous land.

But the man couldn't hold his head up,
all he could do was look at the empty cup.
For he remembered what he had done,
and how he ignored God's Holy Son.

When things were good, he bragged about self,
while he made a wish and rubbed the head of an elf.
Thought he had everything figured out,
went to church and gave a shout.

But old him had showed up at home,
the name "Pride" was written on his dome.

Opted out of praying, preferred to stick
to old sayings. 

Didn't want to get too close
to the seers, despite having so many fears.

Wasted much money, days weren't sunny.
Tried to get laughs from shows that weren't funny.

No matter how much he lied, his Spirit just cried,
what little joy left within had been gobbled up by sin.

He missed out on blessings from everywhere,
distracted by nude women with long, blonde hair.

Thought he could do things his own way,
thought he had plenty of time to pray.

But there was a hell waiting for the Mister,
it had already claimed his fellow Sister.
Assumed that one was okay with the Lord,
but he had forgot about God's deadly sword.

A Holy Father's truth cuts, whips your butt,
and the next thing you know you're sitting
in a rut--trying to crawl free, people around see,
but all they say is, "So glad that's not me."

Nicholl McGuire

God Loves You

Even if you don't believe it,
don't care,
doubtful,
God loves
you.

Nicholl McGuire 

Read this poem: When God Speaks