A calling on my life
what more do I have to give
how much more strife?
What does it take to be the best,
to pass tests
or even earn a place to rest?
Higher calling, do you have one
or do you prefer to just have fun?
A race we start young to run,
get old and complain, "I'm done."
Burdens start weighing a ton.
But we can't give up now,
we can't call foul!
God calling people to work,
lazy folks just lurk...
watching others do what they are told...
even when they are very old.
Talk too much about what they won't do,
while hoping to get blessed off a few.
This road with God isn't easy,
but money hoarders make it sleazy.
People want to know more,
seeking a church open door,
hope Jesus is on the other side,
take off their pride.
But when fools are the gatekeepers,
when they act like creepers
killing people spiritually,
saying God has no power...
yet Satan is on his last hour.
We can't help but to grab our sisters
and brothers from wayward fathers and mothers
and tell them just how loved they are,
whether near or far!
God loves you so much that he gave up his righteous Son,
brought him back to life and showed you the truth
will give you eternal life!
Nicholl McGuire
Monday
Saturday
Soul Lesson
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
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
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
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