I SHALL FOLLOW HIM (NOW COMPLETELY UPDATED AND ON YOUTUBE, PTL)

THIS POETRY,
THESE INTIMATE THINGS I SHARE EVERYWHERE
ARE IMPORTANT TO ME 
ESPECIALLY KNOWING
THAT SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IN A COUNTRY FAR AWAY,
A PLACE OF WHICH I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXISTED 'TIL TODAY
MAY PLEASE BEREADING MY POETRY
AND WATCHING ME ON TV
I JUST READ THE SIMPLE WORDS MY SWEET JESUS
GIVES SIMPLE, WEAK ME.
WHAT??


BTW, AND YOU MAY NEED TO REMIND ME LATER,
AS OF NOW I SHALL LET GOD KICK DOWN THAT DOOR.
BRUISED AND BLOODY FISTS NO MORE.

YOU SEE, ALWAYS, HONESTLY, MY ONE AND ONLY DESIRE
IS THAT MY SWEET JESUS GIVES ME HIS EYES,
GIVES ME HIS EARS AND GIVES ME HIS HEART.
WHEN OTHERS LOOK AT ME,
MY DEEPEST DESIRE IS THAT THEY SEE JESUS IN ME.
AND, O YES, I WISH YOU TO SEE HOW I AM BLESSED.
I RECENTLY RECEIVED AN AMAZING BLESSING.
CALL ME CRAZY AND DON'T KNOCK IT 'TIL YOU'VE TRIED IT,
BUT I WAS NOT HAPPY IN THE LEAST WITH HOW THEY PRAY
AT MY HOME CHURCH. DON'T GET MADE ME WRONG
BECAUSE I HAVE MADE A GORGEOUS BFF
NOT TO MENTION A MAMA AND PAPA IN JESUS.
IT'S CALLED FELLOWSHIP.
SO GOD LED ME TO THIS LITTLE PENTECOSTAL CHURCH
THAT REMINDED ME OF THE CHURCHES MY DAD'S DAD
USED TO PREACH IN.
IT WAS SO SWEET.
AND AS SOON AS MY HUSBAND AND I WERE USHERED
TO OUR SEATS FRONT AND CENTER,
I COULD FEEL THE HOLY GHOST, AN ANNOINTING SO STRONG, A SWEET WARMTH TOUCHED MY HURTING HEART.
AND THEN, AT THEIR ALTER CALL, THE PASTOR HIMSELF
ANNOINTED ME WITH OIL, AS IS SAID TO DO IN THE BIBLE,
AND LAID HIS HAND ON MY FOREHEAD AND BEGAN TO
SPEAK IN TONGUES, AS DID THE WOMEN AROUND ME,
THEIR LOVING HANDS HOLDING ME,
AND I COULD FEEL THE PRAYERS OF EVERYONE ELSE THERE.
YES, THIS SPEAKING IN TONGUES IS A SPIRITUAL GIFT.
AND IT IS A HUGE SIN TO MOCK IT.
THE HOLY GHOST TOUCHED ME SO MUCH THAT
I MUST ADMIT I CRIED LIKE A BABY.
AND THEN, PRAISE GOD, RIGHT THEN AND THERE
I FELT A HAND TOUCH MY SPINAL COLUMN ON THE INSIDE
AND A WARMTH AND HEALING SPREAD
AND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SEVEN YEARS
I CAN STAND STRAIGHT.
I GIVE MY SWEET JESUS, JEHOVAH JIRAH,
ALL THE GLORY.

I PRAY THAT YOU CAN SEE THROUGH MY POETRY
HOW MY SWEET JESUS HAS HELPS ME
WHEN I NEED HIM THE MOST,
AS HE LONGS TO DO FOR YOU TOO.
WE ARE THE APPLE OF HIS EYE, AFTER ALL.
DID YOU NOT KNOW?

WHEREVER, HOWEVER
GOD GIVES ME THESE RHYMES,
THESE DREAMS,
THIS FLAME IN MY HEART,
I WILL NEVER STOP GIVING JESUS ALL THE GLORY.
AND I SHALL FOLLOW HIM.

LUKE 9:23 - WHOEVER WANTS TO BE MY DISCIPLE MUST DENY THEMSELVES AND TAKE UP THEIR CROSS DAILY AND FOLLOW ME.

ALL I WANT IS YOU

HELP ME, JESUS,
CUZ I'M BARELY HOLDING ON.
MY HANDS ARE SWEATY
AND I CAN'T FIND A FOOTREST,
AND IT LOOKS SO FAR DOWN.
I NEED HELP.
CAN'T YOU SEE?
MY HEART IS ACHING,
MY FEET ARE SLIPPING,
MY ARMS ARE GETTING WEAK,
AND ALL I WANT TO DO
IS EITHER JUMP
OR LET GO
AND TAKE A NICE QUIET NAP.
I CAN'T FIGHT ANY MORE,
NOR CAN I KNOCK ON ANY MORE DOORS.
CUZ, LORD, THERE MUST BE AT LEAST A THOUSAND THERE,
JUST THAT ONE SERVICE,
JUST THAT ONE DAY.
WHO AM I
TO WISH TO BE RECOGNIZED?
BUT PLEASE DO WHAT YOU MUST,
BUT DO IT YOURSELF,
CUZ EVERY SINGLE TIME
I TRY TO OPEN A DOOR WITHOUT YOU,
BOOM!
CATASTROPHE!
SO I WILL JUST STICK
TO KEEPING MY EYES ON YOU
AND THE LIGHT YOU HAVE SET AT MY FEET.
ALL I REALLY WANT IS YOU.
AND HOW CAN I MAKE A DIFFERENCE
AT THAT MEGA CHURCH ANYWAY?

ISAIAH 43:18-19

FORGET THE FORMER THINGS,

DO NOT DWELL ON THE PAST.

SEE

I AM DOING A NEW THING.

NOW IT SPRINGS UP.

DO YOU NOT PERCEIVE IT?

I AM MAKING A WAY IN THE WILDERNESS

AND STREAMS IN THE WASTELAND.

LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY (UPDATED AND NOW ON YOUTUBE)

I REALLY TRY, LORD,
I SO HONESTLY DO,
TO DO WHAT YOU SAY
AND ONLY THINK OF YOU.
BUT WHEN I ASK FOR ONE THING,
THAT I COULD SWIM AGAIN,
WHICH,
YOU KNOW,
IS MY MOST FAVORITE THING NEXT TO YOU.
SO, JESUS, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SAY NO?
HAVE I DONE SOMETHING WRONG?
MUST I FORGIVE?
IS THAT WHY I FEEL AS IF
MY LIFE HAS BEEN SMASHED
INTO SMITHEREENS;
WHY MY HEART IS ACHING SO,
AND I JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY AS FAR AS I CAN,
HIDE,
AND CRY?
I JUST WANT TO BE HEALTHY AGAIN
AND NOT TREATED LIKE A LEPER
BY THE HYPOCRITES
WHO FEEL IT IS THEIR RIGHT TO SIT
FRONT ROW CENTER IN CHURCH OF ALL PLACES.
IS THAT ASKING TOO MUCH?
IS THAT JUST NOT IN YOUR WILL?
DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING DIFFERENT PLANNED FOR ME,
SOMETHING BETTER?
SOMETHING THAT WILL ONLY GIVE YOU ALL THE GLORY?
IF SO, COULD YOU JUST PLEASE TELL ME
WHICH DOOR TO OPEN
CUZ A THIS POINT, THERE ARE SO MANY DOORS,
I HAVE NO CLUE WHICH TO CHOOSE,
WHICH I SHALL TRY TO OPEN
HOPEFULLY
WITHOUT TOO MUCH TROUBLE.
IN FACT,
YOU HAD BETTER OPEN THAT DOOR
YOU WANT ME TO WALK THROUH
A LITTLE -
JUST A CRACK.
BUT IF IT'S LOCKED,
THEN YOU ARE THE KEY.
AND IF THE KEY DOESN'T FIT,
THEN I'M MOVING ON.
QUITE QUICKLY IN FACT,
WIPING MY FEET
SO TO SPEAK.
I'D RATHER BE HERE WRITING ABOUT YOU
WHERE NO ONE CAN SEE ME,
HONESTLY.
BUT I KEEP ON SEEING ME DOING MUCH MORE.
YOU KEEP ON SHOWING ME THIS VISION,
AND,
IF IT'S TRUE,
THEN IT SCARES THE SHADRACK OUT OF ME.
BUT JUST THINKING AND WRITING AND ENVISIONING IT,
THIS CALMNESS COMES OVER ME,
AND, SOMEHOW,
I JUST KNOW THAT IT'S YOUR WILL.
BUT AS FAR AS GIVING THE SPECIFICS,
I'M NOT ABOUT TO PUBLISH THAT PARTICULARITY
JUST TO MAKE SURE NO ONE LOCKS ME UP
AND THROWS AWAY THE KEY.
HEY,
IT'S OKAY
'CUZ, HONESTLY,
AT THIS POINT,
I'M READY.
TO BE LOCKED UP I MEAN.

ISAIAH 40:31

BUT THOSE WHO HOPE IN THE LORD WILL RENEW THEIR STRENGTH.  THEY WILL SOAR ON WINGS LIKE EAGLES; THEY WILL RUN AND NOT GROW WEARY.

THEY WILL WALK AND NOT BE FAINT. 

PRAY FOR THE LOST

WITH THIS HURRICANE
TUGGING ME THIS WAY AND THAT,
HERE, THERE, EVERY WHERE,
FOLLOWING ME
INTO THE SURROUNDING SMALLER STORMS,
LIKE A LOST PUPPY,
I DO NOT HAVE MUCH QUIET ALONE TIME TO SPARE,
TO REFLECT,
TO SIT AND THINK.
AM I GIVING MORE TIME
TO TRYING
TO FIND MY WAY OUT OF THIS MISTY, DUSTY STORMY
ATMOSPHERE
RATHER THAN TO TAKE THE TIME
TO PRAY FOR THE LOST,
FOR THOSE WHO HAVE IT WORSE THAN ME?
ME, ME, ME...
IS THAT BECOMING MY MANTRA?
JESUS DIDN'T PRAY FOR HIMSELF,
NAILED AND BLEEDING AND TORMENTED,
THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB
ON THAT CROSS,
FORGIVING.
SO WHY SHOULD I IN THIS HURRICANE,
LOOK TOWARDS MYSELF
RATHER THAN
THE O SO MANY TORMENTED AND LOST?
I AM ALREADY A CHILD OF GOD,
I AM ALREADY WASHED IN HIS CLEANSING BLOOD.
I HAVE BEEN FORGIVEN.
I HAVE AN IN.
BUT GOD DOES NOT WANT TO LOSE ANYONE.
SO IF I WANT TO BE MORE LIKE JESUS,
I NEED TO SPEND LESS TIME PRAYING FOR MY OWN NEEDS,
ON MY KNEES,
AGAIN, METAPHORICALLY,
AND PUT THE TORMENTED AND LOST
AHEAD OF MYSELF.
AFTER ALL,
IS NOT THAT WHY WE ARE CALLED?

PSALM 73:2

BUT AS FOR ME, MY FEET HAD ALMOST SLIPPED;

I HAD NEARLY LOST MY FOOTHOLD.

SPLINTERED INTO PIECES AGAIN

YOU WERE PIERCED,
MY HEART WAS STABBED.
YOUR BLOOD WASHED ME CLEAN.
BUT, REALLY, JESUS...
I MEAN
MY POOR
ALREADY BROKEN HEART,
EVEN THOUGH I TRIED TO GUARD IT,
HAS BEEN SPLINTERED INTO PIECES
AGAIN.

YOU,
JUST YOU
ARE THE ONLY ONE I TRUST,
THE ONLY ONE I LOVE,
THE ONLY ONE WHO WHO CAN MAKE ME WHOLE AGAIN,
MY LORD.

YOU ARE MY HUSBAND,
MY FATHER,
MY SAVIOR.

WHAT ELSE
COULD A GIRL ASK FOR?

HEBREWS 10:23-25

LET US HOLD UNSWERVINGLY TO THE HOPE WE PROFESS,  FOR HE WHO PROMISED IS FAITHFUL.  AND LET US CONSIDER HOW WE MAY SPUR ONE ANOTHER ON TOWARDS LOVE AND GOOD DEEDS, NOT GIVING UP MEETING TOGETHER, AS SOME ARE IN THE HABIT OF DOING, BUT ENCOURAGING ONE ANOTHER - AND ALL THE MORE AS YOU SEE THE DAY APPROACHING.

-

EPHESIANS 4:29 AND PSALM 4:23 PART FOUR (UPDATED AND NOW ON YOUTUBE)

I CALLED YOU JUST TO SEE HOW YOU ARE,
SILLY MOI,
WHY, O WHY I HAVE NOT LEARNED
THIS PARTICULAR LESSON?
(SMACKING MY HEAD HERE.)
AND EVEN THOUGH IT'S BEEN SIX DECADES NOW,
IT STILL HURTS, 
WHAT YOU SAY,
THE WAY YOU SAY IT,
AS IF SHE AND HER HUSBAND WERE PERFECT.
PUTTING ME LAST JUST BECAUSE I USED TO BE HEALTHY.
I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO ALLOW
THAT TOXICITY IN MY LIFE
ANY MORE.
THAT CHAPTER IS OVER.
MOST ESPECIALLY NOW,
DUE TO THE FACT 
THAT
AS YOU PROBABLY HAVE NOT YET NOTICED,
I AM NOT DOING VERY WELL
PHYSICALLY.
I PROBABLY NEED NOT ONLY BACK SURGERY,
BUT KNEE SURGERY AS WELL.
THE ONLY WAY I CAN WALK
IS WITH A BRACE ON MY LEFT LEG
AND LEANING ON CRUTCHES
SO MY BACK DOESN'T COLLAPSE
LIKE A STACK OF DOMINOES. 

BUT AT LEAST LITTLE SUNSHINE
IS FINALLY SUFFERING.
SHE'S GOT A TASTE OF WHAT THE FAVORITE DAUGHTER
HAD TO SUFFER ALL OF HER LIFE.
ARE YOU CELEBRATING?
IF YOU ARE, CAN I PLEASE HAVE THE BALLOONS
AFTER YOU ARE FINISHED MAKING ME FEEL WORSE?
YET, AGAIN, NOT MY FAULT.
BUT THINGS ARE EQUAL NOW, RIGHT?
HELLO, MY NAME IS SHERRIE, AND I'M STILL YOUR DAUGHTER, AREN'T I?
THEN WHERE IS THE LOVE?
YOU ARE VERY GOOD AT TALKING THE TALK,
BUT WALKING THE WALK?...
AND THEN YOU JUST HAVE TO BRING UP MY PAST
MISTAKES,
YOU CAN'T HELP YOURSELF.
YOU NEVER LET GO. 
I SO MANY TIMES WONDER,
DO YOU LET GO OF HERS?
AS IF DEAR SIS HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG,
BECAUSE OF THE POLIO.
AND SHERRIE CAN JUST BE SHOVED INTO A CORNER,
AS USUAL,
INVISIBLE.
WE MUST HIDE HER BECAUSE SHE HAS BEEN UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO BE BORN
LOOKING JUST LIKE HER FATHER.
PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS LITTLE MISS:
EVERY TIME YOU BRING UP THE PAST, 
IT JUST TAKES ME TO A VERY BAD PLACE,
AND I TRY TO COVER MY SOBS
SO I DON'T GET YET ANOTHER 
DEGRADING 
CONVERSATION 
ABOUT ME AND MY RIDICULOUS SENSITIVITY
YET AGAIN.
I HAVE SINCE DISCOVERED THOUGH
THAT SENSITIVITY IS A GIFT FROM MY SWEET JESUS.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN BLESSED ENOUGH
TO SEE ANGELS,
FEEL THE FLUTTER OF THEIR WINGS
AGAINST YOUR CHEEK?
AND IF I DID NOT HAVE THIS GIFT
HOW WOULD I BE HAVING
ALL OF THESE
VISIONS?
WHICH I SHALL NOT SHARE WITH YOU,
UNLESS YOU ASK ME,
CUZ I KNOW YOU,
AND YOU WOULD MOST LIKELY,
GIVEN OUR HISTORY,
IMMEDIATELY LOCK ME UP
AND THROW AWAY THE KEY.

GEEZE - YOU CRY BABY YOU!

YOU NEVER HAVE GIVEN ME A CHANCE.
DID YOU EVEN READ THE CHILDREN'S STORY
THAT IS IN HONOR OF GRANDDADDY?
HAVE ANY OF THE CLAN
TAKEN A MINUTE OR TWO
TO READ ANY OF MY
POEMS
THAT,
BY THE WAY,
PROBABLY TO YOUR DISMAY,
HAVE BEEN READ BY WAY OVER 70 COUNTRIES?
JUST TWO OF THEM, AS I AM AWARE
HAVE READ MY POETRY.
AND I AM NOT ABOUT TO SHARE
WHO THEY ARE.
JUST KNOW THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL GODLY WOMEN
AND GIVE ME COMFORT AND GOD'S LOVE
AND MAKE SURE MY PITY PARTIES,
LIKE THE ONE I'M HAVING AT THIS IMMEDIATE TIME
INCLUDE JESUS 
BUT DON'T GO PAST
SLEEP TIME.
(I SURE COULD USE SOME DECORATIONS AND BALLOONS, THO.)

HAVE NOT YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME TO
PULL MYSELF UP BY MY BOOTSTRAPS?
WELL, I AM ASKING YOU TO DO THE SAME NOW.
AND READ
AT LEAST ONE OF THE POEMS I HAVE WRITTEN,
ANYTHING THAT SPEAKS ABOUT
ALL OF THE HORRENDOUS PAIN
I HAVE GONE THROUGH,
THE UNENDING JEALOUSLY OF MY SISTER
AND SORROW.
THEN YOU, GOD WILLING,
JUST MIGHT
GET
IT.
I AM A CHILD OF GOD, 
A DAUGHTER OF THE MOST HIGH KING.
I HEREBY REBUKE ANY NEGATIVITY YOU DESIRE TO BRING INTO MY LIFE, BECAUSE YOU HAVE OBVIOUSLY NOT YET STUDIED EPHESIANS 4:29.
NO WORDS THAT DO NOT BUILD OTHERS UP, HELP THEM ACCORDING TO THEIR NEEDS, ENCOURAGE THEM, LOVE THEM WITH JESUS' LOVE AND BENEFIT THOSE WHOM YOU ARE SPEAKING TO, BUT ALSO ANYONE WHO MAY BE LISTENING IN, WE, AS CHRISTIANS, SHOULD BE VERY CAREFUL AND PRAYERFUL WHAT WE DO OR SAY, NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE.
AFTER ALL,
ISN'T THAT WHAT WE ARE CALLED TO DO?
SPREAD HIS LOVE, NO MATTER THE COST?

PS:  HERE IS MY HEART AGAIN LORD.  COULD YOU PLEASE GUARD IT MORE, CUZ I DID GIVE IT TO YOU YESTERDAY, BUT I AM ASHAMED TO SAY I TOOK IT BACK THIS MORNING.

EPHESIANS 4:29

DO NOT LET UNWHOLESOME TALK

COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS,

BUT ONLY WHAT IS HELPFUL

 FOR BUILDING OTHERS UP

ACCORDING TO THEIR NEEDS

THAT IT MAY BENEFIT THOSE WHO LISTEN.

PSALM 4:23

ABOVE ALL ELSE, GUARD YOUR HEART,

FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO FLOWS FROM IT.

A SEED PLANTED AKA MOI' (UPDATED NEARLY COMPLETELY, 'CEPT THE PICTURE AND SCRIPTURE {WHAT CAN I SAY? IT JUST COMES OUT NATURALLY WHEN I WAS FIVE AND WON MY TROPHY})

First there was a brand new seed
planted on a rock, alone,
but then it grew into a sturdy little seedling,
then was finally grafted into a family tree,
reaching as high
as it possibly could,
stretching
its little scrawny branches
into the sunshiny, beautiful clouds-only-for shadows,
not to mention daydreaming,
azure sparkly blue sky,
easily bending in the wind,
east to west,
north to south,  
this way and that,
anywhere the wind sent it,
because this little seed's
roots
were planted
early and
O
so
very
deeply.
Fly away?
Who?
Moi'?
I am a butterfly 
But I shall never fly away from my King. 

ROMANS 5:3-5

NOT ONLY SO

BUT WE ALSO GLORY IN OUR SUFFERINGS, BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT

SUFFERING

PRODUCES

PERSEVERANCE;

PERSEVERANCE,

CHARACTER;

AND CHARACTER

HOPE.

AND HOPE DOES NOT PUT US TO SHAME;

BECAUSE GOD'S LOVE HAS BEEN 

POURED OUT

INTO OUR HEARTS

THROUGH THE HOLY SPIRIT,

WHO HAS BEEN GIVEN TO US.

PSALM 4:23 PART TROIS

'GUARD YOUR HEART'?
REALLY, LORD?
TELL ME,
PLEASE,
EXACTLY HOW THAT WORKS
WHEN I
WEAR
MY HEART
RIGHT THERE
ON MY SLEEVE
SEE?
AND, PS,
APPARENTLY I AM JUST WAAAAAY
TOOOOOO
SENSITIVE.

PSALM 4:23

ABOVE

ALL

ELSE,

GUARD YOUR HEART,

FOR

EVERYTHING

YOU

DO

FLOWS 

FROM IT.

PSALM 4:23 PART DEUX

GUARD YOUR HEART,
GUARD YOUR HEART,
GUARD YOUR HEART.

THAT'S ALL I HEAR FROM YOU, JESUS,
BUT WITH WHAT SHOULD I GUARD MY HEART?
IT'S JUST TOO,
TOO,
TOO
HARD.

IT HURTS,
IT'S BEEN BROKEN,
SHATTERED INTO A ZILLION PIECES ALL OVER THE FLOOR.

SO, JESUS,
THIS IS MY REQUEST:
COULD YOU,
PRETTY PLEASE,
JUST TAKE THIS BROKEN HEART
AND MAKE IT YOURS.

K?

PSALM 4:23

ABOVE ALL ELSE,

GUARD YOUR HEART,

FOR

EVERYTHING

YOU

DO

FLOWS FROM IT.

PSALM 4:23 PART UN

I GET SCARED WHEN YOU 'TALK' TO ME
THAT IT WILL BE THE LAST TIME
YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME,
AGAIN,
AND I WILL LOSE YOU,
AGAIN,
AND MY ALREADY
POOR
BATTERED
HEART
WILL BE TORN APART,
AGAIN.
BROKEN,
SHATTERED ALL OVER THE FLOOR,
AGAIN.

PSALM 4:23

ABOVE ALL ELSE,

GUARD YOUR HEART,

FOR 

EVERYTHING

YOU

DO

FLOWS FROM IT.

EPHESIANS 4:29 PART DEUX (UPDATED)

OKAY,
SO,
I HAVE BEEN STUDYING
JUST THIS ONE LITTLE VERSE
FOR, LIKE,
FOREVER.
AT LEAST AFTER
MY PASTOR
VERY POLITELY REQUESTED.

IMMEDIATELY, THO,
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF,
ARMS FOLDED,
NOSE IN THE AIR,
WELL, THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR ME.
THE WORDS 'DON'T LET UNWHOLESOME TALK COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS'
DIDN'T APPLY TO MOI.
I DON'T USE BAD LANGUAGE ANYMORE.
BUT, AS IT WAS MY PASTOR WHO WAS ASKING,
NAY, NUDGING ME TO MEMORIZE THIS PARTICULAR SCRIPTURE,
EVEN THOUGH I WAS TRYING TO TELL HIM NO
CUZ I'M ON THIS OTHER PATH,
MY OWN,
YOU KNOW,
MY POEMS?
SO, NO, DON'T HAVE TIME TO MEMORIZE
A SCRIPTURE THAT DOESN'T APPLY TO ME.
YEP.  
BOY, TALK ABOUT CONVICTION.

THAT ONE LITTLE PIECE OF GOD'S WORD MEANS MUCH MORE THAN WHAT I HAD FIRST THOUGHT,
HONESTLY,
JUST GRAZING THE SCRIPTURE AT FIRST,
IT MEANT NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO ME.
WHICH IS QUITE SILLY.
BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE VERSE IN HIS WORD
WAS WRITTEN FOR ME,
INDIVIDUALLY.
THAT'S WHY IT'S CALLED 'THE LIVING WORD'.
CUZ IT CHANGES,
MEANS DIFFERENT THINGS AT DIFFERENT TIMES
ALL THROUGH YOUR LIFE.
BUT ONLY,
HOPEFULLY OBVIOUSLY,
IF YOU READ IT.

NOW THAT THIS VERSE IS WRITTEN ON MY HEART,
I PRAY
THAT WHATEVER I WOULD WRITE,
WHATEVER I WOULD SAY
WOULD BE HELPFUL,
UPLIFTING,
SWEET,
WISE.

I STUDIED THIS VERSE FOR SO LONG
BECAUSE I WAS CONVICTED WHEN I REALIZED
HOW LONG MUSLIMS PRAY.
SO WHY COULDN'T I PRAY TO THE TRUE GOD
MORE THAN THAT, 
LIKE HOW ABOUT ALL DAY? 
AS GROWN-UP CHRISTIANS
WE NEED TO EAT MEAT.

I FINALLY DECIDED THAT IT WAS QUITE TIME
FOR ME TO START
(UG) EATING MEAT.
(I AM A VEGETARIAN,
SO THAT IS VERY HARD FOR ME TO SAY.)
I NEEDED TO DIG INTO HIS WORD,
PRAY
AND WORSHIP HIM
ALL DAY.

SO I DARE YOU TO TRY IT.
JUST ONE DAY.
TURN OFF YOUR TV OR YOUR COMPUTER,
(EXCEPT IF YOU ARE READING MY POETRY)
PUT SOME PRAISE AND WORSHIP MUSIC ON
AND PRAISE JESUS
LIKE DAVID DID.
SEPT MAYBE DRESSED.

JUST A SUGGESTION.

DON'T BE ASHAMED.
BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHO MAY BE WATCHING.

EPHESIANS 4:29

DO NOT LET UNWHOLESOME TALK COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS, BUT ONLY WHAT IS HELPFUL FOR BUILDING OTHERS UP ACCORDING TO THEIR NEEDS THAT IT MAY BENEFIT THOSE WHO LISTEN.

INVITE HIM IN

SITTING HERE
IN MY BED,
I AM HURTING
SO
SO
SO 
BADLY.
AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING.
ALTHOUGH,
YES,
I ADMIT THE ACTOR IN ME
TENDS TO GO
A LITTLE
OVERBOARD.
AND MY HEART?
I CANNOT CONTAIN THE ACHE.
I HURT FOR THE HURTING,
I LOVE THE LOST,
I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW
THAT THERE IS SOMEWHERE THEY CAN GO.
TO OUR LORD.
CAN'T YOU SEE?
HIS ARMS ARE OPEN REALLY REALLY WIDE,
AND
HE HAS BEEN WAITING BY YOUR SIDE,
LIKE,
FOREVER.
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS INVITE HIM INSIDE.
LET JESUS HEAL THOSE WOUNDS,
LET HIM HEAL THOSE DEEP CUTS,
THE ONES THAT ARE BLEEDING THE MOST.
I'M NOT SAYING
THAT YOUR PROBLEMS WILL FADE AWAY.
I'M SAYING
THAT JESUS CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS,
AND WHEN YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD,
YOU CAN TOO.

EPHESIANS 4:29

DO NOT LET UNWHOLESOME TALK COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS, BUT ONLY WHAT IS HELPFUL FOR BUILDING OTHERS UP ACCORDING TO THEIR NEEDS THAT IT MAY BENEFIT THOSE WHO LISTEN.

THUMP BUMP THUMP

MY HEART TODAY
IS BEATING SO HEAVILY,
BUT SOMEHOW SO FREELY.
SO OPEN,
SO CUT,
SO BLESSED,
SO HURT.
WHAT AM I TO DO IN THE MIDDLE
OF THIS SEEMINGLY ENDLESS TORNADO?
MY HANDS REACH AROUND
AND FIND MY ROCK,
AND I GRAB IT
BEFORE THE QUICKSAND
THAT SURROUNDS IT
NOT TO MENTION THE FREAKISHLY HUGE
WAVES
GETS ME,
SWEEPS ME
INTO ETERNITY.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, LORD,
WITH THIS PARTICULAR FEELING.
I FEEL YOUR STRENGTH.
THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
I JUST FIGURED IT OUT,
HAD AN EPIPHANY.

BE CAREFUL
WHAT YOU PRAY FOR.

AND HIS EYES?
I THINK I GOT THOSE TOO.
I JUST WANT TO HELP
ANYBODY
THAT HAS BEEN HURT
BY THOSE THAT LOVE THEM THE MOST.

SO, I HAVE HAD IT.
THIS IS IT.
THIS IS WHO I AM.
AND UPON THIS ROCK
I WILL STAND.
(HE HE.  I JUST QUOTED MYSELF.)
I AM GOING TO SPEAK OUT
FOR THE BROKENHEARTED.
I AM A CHILD OF THE KING,
AND, WHETHER YOU WANT TO BELIEVE OR NOT,
JESUS IS THE ONE AND ONLY WAY.
WHY DO YOU FIND THAT DIFFICULT,
CUZ TO ME,
IT SOUNDS KINDA EASY.

HERE I AM
AND HERE I WILL STAND.
OR FLY,
DEPENDING ON THE KIND OF DAY I'VE HAD.

EPHESIANS 4:29

DO NOT LET UNWHOLESOME TALK COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS, BUT ONLY WHAT IS HELPFUL FOR BUILDING OTHERS UP ACCORDING TO THEIR NEEDS THAT IT MAY BENEFIT THOSE WHO LISTEN.

EPHESIANS 4:29 PART UN (UPDATED)

I HEARD FROM SOME FAMILY MEMBER TODAY,
SOMEONE THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE 
TO KNOWING
MY PARTICULAR
SITUATION.
I MEAN,
REALLY?
CAN YOU PLEASE THINK,
OR,
THIS IS JUST A SUGGESTION:
PRAY
BEFORE YOU SAY WHAT YOU APPARENLTY
MUST SAY?
BECAUSE, UH, YEAH WORDS HURT
MUCH MORE
THAN STICKS OR STONES
EVER COULD.
BECAUSE YOUR SKIN HEALS MUCH QUICKER
THAN YOUR HEART.
AND THE STINGING
HURTFUL
WORDS
FLUNG MY WAY,
NO LIE,
NEARLY ALL OF MY LIFE
HURT,
CUT
SO DEEPLY
I HAVE YET TO RECOVER
AND I HAVE YET TO HEAL
FROM THINGS SAID
SIXTY ONE YEARS AGO.
IT'S BECAUSE I WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE.
CAN'T YOU SEE?
(THESE ARTISTIC TYPES.
WHAT ARE WE TO DO WITH THEM?)
AND I HAVE YET TO GET HOW TO GUARD MY HEART
BECAUSE I WANT TO BE A PART
OF EVERYTHING.

I HAVE BEEN STUDYING,
THOUGH,
AT THE STRONG BEHEST OF MY PASTOR,
EPHESIANS 4:29,
WHICH BASICALLY SAYS
WORDS MATTER.
NOT JUST BAD LANGUAGE,
BUT ANYTHING THAT DOES NOT
BUILD SOMEONE UP.
LOVE.
AND ALSO
YOU DON'T KNOW
WHO ELSE COULD BE
LISTENING IN
YOUR CONVERSATION,
MOST ESPECIALLY LIKE THIS,
ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA.
AND GOD EVEN HEARS OUR THOUGHTS.

SO, YEAH, WORDS HURT.
AND I REBUKE WHAT YOU SAID,
IN JESUS NAME,
AMEN.

(SORRY,
HAD TO GET THAT
OFF MY HEART,
SO TO SPEAK.)

PS:  LORD, PLEASE LET ANYONE WHO LOOKS AT ME OR READS MY WORDS SEES OR HEARS YOU INSTEAD.

EPHESIANS 4:29

DO NOT LET UNWHOLESOME TALK COME OUT OF YOUR YOUR MOUTHS, BUT ONLY WHAT IS HELPFUL FOR BUILDING OTHERS UP ACCORDING TO THEIR NEEDS THAT IT MAY BENEFIT THOSE WHO LISTEN.