Poetry


Some words with rhythm and encouragement

Poetry

Turning Tears Into Art


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“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.”

 Psalms 51:17

At the point where 82% quit
When the future looks slanted
And it’s harder to be candid
To get pass this phase you have to be branded
Back in the day I thought hardworking people get ahead but running in circles is the foolishness breath
Now it’s about standing for something and if your standing is under the standard, your’re standing for nothing
Looking like something beautiful but you’re only an illusion because the world passes away
These riches are elusive
Give me something exclusive
Like being chosen by God
To separate what is reality from the deception of fraud
In need of a lesson my blessings soon came to a stop
Because tears are the best way to fully understand the will of the heart
Although most were content with dying in the dark
Some took that road of pain
turning crying into art

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My Helping Hands


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For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.

Matthew 16:25

Don’t worry bout my broken heart or tired body.

Don’t tell me sorry you’re being yourself.

Cut me down like it delivers you wealth.

Help me lose myself and die to everything

Cause being beyond is my medicine and answer to everything.

What’s to fear when you’re used to death being near?

Why be on the fence with intentions so clear?

Listening to truth is the same as being untouchable because when God is speaking

everyone looks up to you.

That’s why it’s hard it’s get comfortable.

When he speaks it’s like the world is dissolving.

If I don’t cover up my sins will engulf me.

So I toughen up,  if he died so his blood could cover us, it’s nothing for me to help a brother up. (more…)

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Silently Standing On Faith


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But wisdom is shown to be right by the lives of those who follow it.

Luke 7:35

If I stay aware of who I am

I can respond with love and not hate

When they perceive me as a person without faith

I can remain in that frame without arguing my place

Truth always comes to surface

Even without discussions that come out standing face to face

So quiet I remain, secure in my fate

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Reasons I Hurt By: Caleb Hammonds


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Reasons I Hurt

And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.

2 Corinthians 12:9

The liquid from my eyes signaled the soul in me to cry

God knows the doublemind of my life and sends me a sign

The lust wants more but my spirit yearning me to soar

Anger on my surface but there’s peace in my core

Pulling me in all directions but my steps remain secure

While watching demons turn to angels and making me the fourth

I’ve seen it in the scriptures how the blessed ones will mourn

Because they dodge every temptress, from the mind

They blind any evil by watching every door

I live this on a daily, fighting a battle inside myself

It’s slowly draining my confidence leaning on my health

And leaving me dependent on God my only help

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The Day Will Come


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New Day

And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart.

Ezekiel 36:26

The day will come, when I’ll become who I dream of

Someone that controls destinies off the strength of my integrity

One day I’ll be the door to everything I imagine

But today, I struggle building my habits

To walk that line of a friend with intimacy but not passion

The day will come

I hope you can see it too

Just pray we see it through