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Am I a poet,  
Or a scribbler,  
Doodling imaginations to writings?  

Am I a scribbler,  
Or a narrator,  
Voicing my thoughts to books?

Am I a narrator,  
Or His mouthpiece,  
Sounding the burden of His heart?  

Gifted am I,  
Not to my worth,  
But to His glory.

I am His vessel,  
Filled with His Spirit,  
Speaking His burdens to men.

I am His.
Total surrender of my poetic gift to God
Lost in you, I drift,  
Your thought, my soul's swift lift.  

My world stops, yet spins anew,  
You alone I revolve into.  

Oh, my heart, is this true?  
A love eternal, fresh, and new.
I see this far, and He has carried me,  
I stand encouraged, renewed, and free.  

I see this far, and here I stand—  
A testament to grace, by His hand.  

I see this far,  
What once were stumbling blocks,  
Now stepping stones, leading to today.  

I see this far,  
And I know, without doubt,  
I am never alone—  
He walks beside me,  
He lives within me.  

This far,  
By Grace.
Not by might nor by power but by my Spirit says the Lord of Host.
Zechariah 4 vs 6
It takes peace  
To close the weary eyes of the body,  
To quiet the restless whispers of the soul,  
To cradle the spirit in gentle stillness.  

It takes peace  
To unburden the bookshelves of a crowded mind,  
To lighten the weight pressing on the spirit.  

It takes peace  
To quicken the stride in life's unending race,  
To rise above the struggles that bind,  
To embrace each moment, truly alive.  

The Prince of Peace,  
The Word of God made flesh,  
Is the wellspring of all tranquility—  
He is peace himself,  
And so much more.
Have you thought of it?  
Have you wondered about it?  
Pondered over it,  
Rummaged through its depths?  

See.  
Look.  
Observe.  
Understand.  

We will stand before our Creator—  
God.  
Our lives laid bare before Him.  
He sees.  
He looks.  
He observes.  

Are you worthy of life?  
Or doomed to death?  

Eternal life is real.  
Eternal death is real.  
This is no longer a joke.  
The weight of reality presses down:  
We have a Maker,  
And He will judge.  

The last days are upon us.  
Blessed are those  
Who remain faithful to the end.
It's troubling how many live their lives with no second thought. The world lives anyhow neglecting the fact a time cometh when God shall judge. It is destined for man to live once then judgment. Your life on earth determines where you will spend eternity.
I know of A Name
A Name

Powerful yet glorious
Captivating yet Intriguing

A name exalted above all names
The Name

At the utterance of His Name
Animate, inanimate confess
He is Lord.

I know of a Name
A Name
THE NAME OF JESUS
Let's feel the breath
Embrace the air

Live in the moment
With no cares

Cast your cares on Him
They that know Him
Knows Him

Work
But no toil

He gives His own rest
He blesses the work of their hands.
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