Focused on the act
sit back and complain about lack.
A man with an attitude like a thumbtack.
No confession, no change.
Headed down a rabbit hole for the mentally deranged.
Met this one before, it never takes long before he
walks around sore.
A man easily offended over the littlest of things, he hides his truth--sometimes sings.
I questioned the Jesus he claimed to know,
the wayward believer was in a boat he didn't want to help row.
Jesus was to act on his command,
despite the fact the man could prevent sinking in quicksand.
But he didn't want to take Jesus by the hand.
There is no confession, no apology, no newness
only business...money, money that is the name of his game.
Juvenile excuses for not reading the Bible, trusting in God--they were lame.
He appreciates moments where he gets his five minutes of fame.
Lust women, shake hands with men, looks for someone to condone his sins.
Attention seek, the man acts as if he is not weak.
God provided the discerning with an information leak.
No confession, no change.
Headed down a rabbit hole for the mentally deranged.
Met this one before, it never takes long before he
walks around sore.
Nicholl McGuire
Saturday
Tuesday
Money Worries
A dawning of a new day, so I pray.
Can't let them get to me, not today.
It will soon be the first of May.
Watching, waiting to walk on my flowers,
after months of rain showers.
What more did they want? Their words taunt.
God isn't leading me, moving me, or wanting me
to connect with she or he...He knows I can't pay their fees.
A new face looks back at me in the mirror.
No worries, no fear. Wipe away another tear.
Too much too soon...
thoughts I had as I stared at the moon.
Let too many people in...all I wanted to do was win.
They wanted to sin.
There is indeed a life beyond this one I recall...enjoy the fun,
but remember his Holy Son.
Sooner or later there will be no sun.
Eyes closed behind a bedroom door.
A body tired and sore, lying on a back--don't want to live anymore.
The government helps themselves, look for a legal crack
takes yet another citizen's money sack.
To the grave one goes, so stressed.
Heart under duress--
prematurely left.
If I were you and you were me,
you would clearly see,
there is more to life than bill collectors and fees.
Nicholl McGuire
Can't let them get to me, not today.
It will soon be the first of May.
Watching, waiting to walk on my flowers,
after months of rain showers.
What more did they want? Their words taunt.
God isn't leading me, moving me, or wanting me
to connect with she or he...He knows I can't pay their fees.
A new face looks back at me in the mirror.
No worries, no fear. Wipe away another tear.
Too much too soon...
thoughts I had as I stared at the moon.
Let too many people in...all I wanted to do was win.
They wanted to sin.
There is indeed a life beyond this one I recall...enjoy the fun,
but remember his Holy Son.
Sooner or later there will be no sun.
Eyes closed behind a bedroom door.
A body tired and sore, lying on a back--don't want to live anymore.
The government helps themselves, look for a legal crack
takes yet another citizen's money sack.
To the grave one goes, so stressed.
Heart under duress--
prematurely left.
If I were you and you were me,
you would clearly see,
there is more to life than bill collectors and fees.
Nicholl McGuire
Friday
Held Back
Stopped in my tracks.
I didn't have the facts.
Held my peace--
wanted arguing to cease.
Could have, would have,
but I didn't.
Pain makes you go crazy,
could have left way back when,
but got lazy.
My tongue froze in my mouth.
My lips stopped moving--
head facing south.
Throat dry.
Started to cry.
Couldn't stand here and listen
to yet another lie.
There was no more talking,
just walking.
Answer to prayers--
done with the glares.
God had something to do with it,
no more fits.
God had something to do with it,
my candle now lit.
Nicholl McGuire
I didn't have the facts.
Held my peace--
wanted arguing to cease.
Could have, would have,
but I didn't.
Pain makes you go crazy,
could have left way back when,
but got lazy.
My tongue froze in my mouth.
My lips stopped moving--
head facing south.
Throat dry.
Started to cry.
Couldn't stand here and listen
to yet another lie.
There was no more talking,
just walking.
Answer to prayers--
done with the glares.
God had something to do with it,
no more fits.
God had something to do with it,
my candle now lit.
Nicholl McGuire
No More Grieving
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
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
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