What belongs to you
who belongs to you?
Christian, you got a lot of work to do.
I spent many nights crying alone,
because my mind had been blown
between work, college, and family.
Problems, sometimes all you see.
Yet, I had to give Him my burdens
or lose my life under the pressure
to perform,
conform,
and sign many forms.
Wasn't about to be that one,
who claimed God and then he's done.
Obtain money, power and fame
and then go off, become insane.
Satan's whistles, charms, and beauty
put people on paths of dirty duty.
They cry, moan, fight, and
lose sight...there is no beautiful
white light for those in sin.
Holy Ghost withdraws and
people are under the law.
No freedom in thought,
lost in confusion,
plans placed upon them of intrusion.
Infiltrate their minds,
make them stand in long lines,
enforce fines...
Read the newspapers,
check the 'Net, and sit down
and let...
the whisper of God come
free you!
Saw a man with a lot of money
in his hand, witnessed a woman who kicked in
sand and neither were interested
in spiritual things and all the bells
and whistles that they bring.
Rather live through life believing
they are in control,
they could care less about their own soul.
He knows,
he knows
we all reap,
we all sow.
Nicholl McGuire
Saturday
Sunday
Bye Earth
Heaven awaits me
so far away my soul takes me
beyond the clouds...
down below I see
they don't have a clue
what is happening to me.
So busy,
busy
no time
problems are like sucking on a lime.
High above all the stupid stuff
the fluff
the huff
the puff
no wolf can blow my house down!
I'm not on the ground.
No longer hear the devil's angry sound.
Like a scary movie,
always anticipating a fight,
body often ready to take a flight
evil frequently in sight.
So grateful for the planes above,
they remind me of that Holy Spirit dove.
Nicholl McGuire
Friday
No Confession, No Change
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
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
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