Pollution, sounds drone on and on,
perhaps it'd be best said off and off.
More off the target with each passing minute.
Stronger though the resolve be,
the lack of clarity angered
Deep voice yielded a boom.
On and on.
Pens pause, heads rise, eyes squint.
Nothing
Curtains no one thought to draw
flap away, light searing.
Defeated, pencils are picked,
to write this painful story
as the voice, No, the sound goes,
On and on

The letter that tore my heart,
a bleeding envelope held my gaze
Opening it, I gasped. Red!
The world blasted into nothingness
All life ceased with it
For a time, there I hang,
the world swept from right under my feet.
A fall, a tumble against which
there  is nothing to hold on to
It can not happen again.
Not once.

There are times when all is afloat,
when no two waves fight,
a rock too appears light,
when all said, done, and thought,
all, absolutely, is right.
Then there comes the storm,
Violent.
Looking for refuge instinctively,
the comfort of former days long forgotten,
all there is is despair, weariness, in seas
in the selfsame stormy seas.
Why would the sense of security of old hold?
why would the memory refresh us and inspire?
why? The odds arise, setting themselves formidably
We try to rise up, shaken and distraught,
for we had fallen, short  of everything that is noble,
pure,honorable,praiseworthy...
Yet, through all days there remains the hope for all.
The man Christ Jesus

The storm that I am in is very harsh.
It drowns me at times, in it deep waters.
The evil one has it demons attack me.
But my Savior shall protect my life here.
For even though I may suffer much here.
The rewards in the very next life outweigh.
The sorrow that I may go through in this one.
Trusting in the Creator to help others overcome.
To see Christ the Loving God as he really is Good.
My purpose may be to fall to the bottom of the waters.
So that you may use me to draw others out of their storms.
To help lead others to your perfect Goodness is my Joy.

Looking back, I have to stiffle a laugh
Ponder,how did it all get so what-it-was?
You see, I had just a cold gun.
Without a single bullet,yet there I stood.
Formidable foes arising against a little boy
Seeking to snarl and growl all night.
It mattered not to me.
Woe unto them for He was watching
not only my back,but front,beside,underneath and over me
Nobly He walked me through the bullies
For some reason, their barred teeth couldn't bite
In their folly,they took on the wrong One
He made me an overcomer,a conqueror
Sit in heavenly places was His invitation.
He did it all just for me.

The love that brought me home, each time I went away
Stillnessin affliction that confounded me
I was spoilt.
My love was hurt
He bled in his heart
In my boast I rose and puffed up Icould have burst.
Still, he waited. He patiently sought
For a brat he sought,without counting the cost
It could have never been more dearer
For he gave up all his wealth,which was great.
Reaching out
For such a sinful one as I
Thank You Lord

I can do it. Name whatever it be
Some I have done
In my ignorance, I did.
That I did not some, is no trouble

It is because I can decline
that is power