NEVER LET OUTWARD CIRCUMSTANCES
PERPETRATE YOUR INWARD DISPOSITION
Sunday, September 14, 2014
At Our Core
One's life should
possess:
Confronted emotions
Tangible actions
Purposeful attitudes
A titanium spirit
Let em go
Let em go
Let em grow
Let em fall
Let em sink
Let em live
Let em give
Let em ponder
Let em think
Let be dynamic
Let be manic
Let ask why
Let em cry
Let em be
Let em be
Let em be
Let em be
A Princess In His Eyes
A Princess In His Eyes
Next time you're
feeling weary,
Next time you're feeling blue
Slip on Gods eyeglasses,
And watch what he will do
If it rained on your parade,
If it stormed on your big dance,
You wouldn't scoff in anger
If you viewed life through His glance
Our petty little problems
That we call catastrophes,
Are often just a chance to grow
And nourish faith in Thee
So child, count your blessings
Look closer and you’ll see,
The Lord will not forsake you
Christ's promise: eternity
In The Lords majestic eyes
You're loved, you're justified
See that any other notion
Has but a root of sin and lie
God’s eyes know no envy
They do not boast or brag
Thus the soul's to be satisfied
His love has no price tag
Praise your God for each moment
Each second and each day
It's all part of the master plan
That Gods eyes put in play
Love with Tenacious Grace
Love with Tenacious Grace
The ability to suffer well does not rest so much in the
didactics of the outward circumstance, but rather, is determined by one's
ability to choose dignified grace
rather than self-pity.
The final outcome of any situation is reliant upon the
perception of participant or viewer.
For in the end, the opened arms may be found empty, the opened
mind may need
time to reflect, but the opened soul will soar weightlessly like
a dove in the clouds
The Old Man
The Old Man
He gazed up towards
the wall
From his position on
the floor
There stood trophies
and medal accolades
Yet to his eyes saw but
a blur
He bellowed a cry for
help
Yet no ears were
within range
No eyes were filled
with sympathy
No one asking this to
change
His heart longed for
his first sweetheart
Or for his late
mother dear
He craved the beat of
true love’s heart
A love he had not
known for years
The large bills in
his back pocket
Were neither
comforting kind
The Armani wrist upon
his hand
Daringly proclaimed
that it was time
And so he breathed
his last
Fear and anger filled
hollow eyes
The millionaire
wouldn’t be found for days
His possessions but
empty lies
...
The fly droned in the
man’s face
His son was quick whisked
it away
Then he kissed his
father’s forehead
This would be the day
He said ‘I’m going
home darling’
His wisdom flooded
all their ears
Not a dry eye left
the room
Each said ‘I love you’
between tears
He grasped the cross
upon his chest
With a cool and clammy
hand
He craved the sight
of Peter’s gates
For years he’d loved
upon this land
He’d fought with
strength for 6 long years
Since that trying
diagnosis day
He’d outlived the
expectations three fold
She was by his side
the whole way
He breathed his last
breath
The old man would
suffer no more
Peace swept through
the beloved soul
As the angel entered
Heaven’s doors
Two brothers, now men
Left the earth that
day
One lost in pocket
book and pen
And one loved as taught by the Way
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