Turbulent times Feel like restless crimes A storm is coming The moving wind chimes Test my patience I am waiting for a tide turn My soul is worn No crops lasting Maybe except for the corn Thank goodness for that Life give me liberty and grace I miss my deceased loved one’s face …
Pressure and insecurity It rains down so hard The trees roots are giving out A life that started with purpose Will it end in doubt? Fear is the enemy But it’s an constant battle With trusting God And not believing the lies And feeling robbed I want to stand on my own two feet But …
We all stay in little dustbins of comfort But the world around us is hurt It is a dirty world But Jesus is the soap The only hope We look for solace But forget we all lawless It is a dirty world His Word will sustain A power to connect heart to brain …
Peace, peace, peace It is hard feeling to grasp? Security is hard to clasp My doubt is astounding So many times I doubted I stopped counting I look towards the heavens Even though my heart was harden I sit by a church garden This feeling of hope comes The church is a safe haven …
It’s my pleasure To enjoy life A misunderstood treasure Pain cuts and bleeds But God still hears And supplies our needs It’s my agony To choose to suffer Why can’t I be free? Sorrow leaves one empty and dry It’s our decision what we choose We are one step away from a laugh or …
Dark corridors of the mind Derbis in every corner A maze of confusion Where’s the way out? I am afraid there is no way out My mind is like locked up inside Where are the keys? There is no way to find A way to warn her Of this illusion And fragile doubt …
Some many different kinds of people are here at this coffee house in Burlington, Vermont. You have the regular guy who reads his newspaper every morning. He stares aimlessly into space sometimes, reflecting on what he is reading or bored from his lack of spontaneity. Or the homeless man who sadly runs his fingers on …
You feel like a diamond in the rough But you only say that when things get tough You really have no mojo You love when you yo-yo The devil is the details A nasty truth One big wave to ride But one big fall You feel like one who always fails God …
We all love drama Just like The segment in your mind The characters divided The scene was like A tsunami of sorts We will ever forget What it was like Living in the segments of our minds Memories forming Like broken hallways Brain pathways of pain Is my brain transparent? Can you read it like …
Here is some encouragement for you and a little prophecy. Please submit your prayer request in the comments below and I would be happy to pray for you. 🙂
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