A letter came this week that touched my heart,
a man wrote and said he didn't believe in God.
It took the wind out of me because of my beliefs,
striking the core of my soul like a lighting rod.

There is no God, that's what the letter so boldly said
but he never asked me what did I believe.
The power of the words and the affects it had on me
stopped me dead in my tracks, I couldn't proceed.

An opinion wasn't offered to fill me in as to why I
should see things his way.
Maybe he doesn't understand fully that I have a
reason to believe God wakes me up everyday.

Clearly this letter is making it's point by trying to
tell me that I'm the one whose being misled.
But the author doesn't know that it's because of my
God that I have a roof over my head.

TO  BE CONTINUED

What happens when the teargas takes
to the sky and finally disappear.
The fact remains that nothing has changed,
you still have chaos and the taste of fear.

Riots unfold and the looting begins and
the turmoil seem to have no ending.
A mother is somewhere in a closet crying
and her heart has no way of mending.

Everything about life has now been changed
and a total package of disarray.
People shouting from the rooftops and saying
nothing, because they have nothing to say.

Fingers are pointed in all directions without
trying to figure the problems out.
Words are spoken emotionally as the tears fall
down leaving a trail of nothing but doubt.

There was always a full house to hear
the preacher preach on Sunday.
Nobody wanted to be around to hear
the words he spoke on Monday.

Fussing and cussing at the top of his
voice he yelled.
If the spirit of Jesus was in him then
nobody could tell.

He sung mighty songs of glory on Sunday
and out singing the choir.
Couldn't stand to see the wife on Monday
because he had another desire.

She danced to the music as the pianist
hit all the right keys.
Praising the Lord this Sunday morning
asking God to supply her needs.

Monday afternoon when all the blessings
finally came through.
The praise dancer was hanging out in the
juke junk drinking and smoking *** too.

Sunday mornings you couldn't beat these
two trying to get in the first shout.
Rushing to get this day over with, so they
could see what Monday was all about.

Bored as one can be, oh yes that's me
frustrated without a second thought.
Really, if you seriously want to know I
blame myself, oh yeah it's my fault.

I can't quite find my way, I can't quite seem
to find my very own prayer.
I can't see the good side of my face anymore
I look in the mirror I can only find a stare.

All notions have been tested, oh! yes that's me
searching from the bottom all the way to the top.
Quickly sliding further down toward the bottom
of the pit and I just can't stop.

My lion like spirit has taken on quite a beating
Oh! yes these are my tears.
What's happening with all those prayers that
I've stored up for years.

Shout at me and it's okay for anybody who
wants to go all out and scream.
Oh! yes it me and I'm looking for somebody
to wake me up from this old bad dream.

God help me to get out of this
awful rut.
Remove the insanity from my
head before I go nuts.

Give me a sign Lord by speaking,
remind that you're still here.
Satan's forces are attacking me again,
defend me God take away my fear.

Break these chains that's binding and
and torturing my soul.
The bearings of all my sins are a bit
much to continue to hold.

Forgive me God for the sins that I
formed against your will.
Give me peace inside and the wiliness
to seek your cross upon the hill.

She's living with a man and he's
not doing anything for her.
Except making himself scarce,
his presence is always a blur.

She calls me when she need things
and I'm suppose to understand.
He's the baby's daddy but he's not
willing to be the man.

I don't talk to her much now and
I think I know why.
I'm not making money anymore
so she told my heart goodbye.

I got caught up in an accident and
for me everything had to change.
She's taking it personal by acting
real strange.

I thought we were going to be the
best of the best.
She's saying love without the money
she can now care less.

My love hasn't change for them and
I'm the same old man.
All I want to do is see my kids and
she doesn't care to understand.

During all of the trials and tribulations
God was always standing close to me.
Even in the darkness of all those days
He shined His light for me to see.

He created me because He knew that
I would always need His help.
He created a bridge over the troubled
waters to protect my every step.

He provided constant shelter on all the
days when I felt cold.
He waves His hands in mysterious ways
to bring a new fire into my soul.

How could anybody deny all of the good
that He has done.
For if there is someone for us to count on
then Jesus is the one.

He has no guilt about what He does for
the likes of me and you.
For Jesus is the one and only whose has
a love for us that's genuine and true.