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He blessed marriages.
Guides relationships.
Teaches ways to adjust to hurt.
Turn to him.
Turn to God.

He works many miracles.
He delievers many blessings.
A treasure beyond measures.
Turn To God.
Turn to him.

In the moments when you feel depressed.
In your silence of solitudes.
Just confess, what's illing you?
He listen.
He hear.
His sole purpose is to be the one you turns too.
So turn to him.
Yes, turn to God.

He won't defeat you.
He'll lift you up.
And request you lift him up too.
Remember, he deserving of it.

Your trials.
Your tribulations.
Many you can't handle truthfully.
Just know he can.
God, always has a plan.

Turn to him.
Turn to God.
He's waiting.
Even when you contemplating.

He's near.
Reach out and touch him.
He's there.
All because he care.
Turn to him.
Turn to God.
He loves you.
Even when you don't love yourself.

He adores you.
When you have a way of doubt about yourself.
Turn to him.
Turn to God.
He's worthy above all.

We don't need to see him.
To know that he's there.
Cause , he has left many clues pointing ways he appears.

He's God.
The Almighty one.
Turn to him.
And you'll feel home.
When you turn to him.
If, we were honest with ourselves.
We probably ask God.
Father, have I failed you.

If we asking that.
I could just see Jesus asking him too.

Only to be reminded.
You done my will.
You done my request.
You spread my message.
Which has left a great impression to the masses.

Sin, hadn't been eliminated.
But many has addressed their bad habits.
On some it does takes time.
As much as they live in denying it.

No, my son.
No, you hadn't failed me.
You have done more for me.
For my word to succeed.

Teachers, are teaching.
Preachers, are preaching.
And my message is being spread.

So, when we ask?
Father, had I failed you.
God, will know who to say these words too.

You've done a good job.
 Jan 2013 Abdosh A
Nigel Obiya
Music to my ears
Napkin to my tears
Shoulder to my lean
Through an exhaustingly long swim… resting Island in between
He is...
Salvation from my sin
That’s my Lord

Courage to my fears
Wisdom among my peers
Keeps me focused, keen
Opened my eyes to all that I’ve seen
He is...
My backbone… He is my spleen
That’s my Lord

And so I cannot afford
To give up on Him
Lest he returns the favour
And gives up on me
And I need Him… my savior
I was always flattered though, by the fact that He needs me too
To fulfill my purpose… my part in His plan
I could be replaced, I know
But for some reason I keep getting other chances… He keeps forgiving me some more
It makes me feel special, like for an important role to play
I am wanted
I have to be careful though, not to cross the line…
And take him for granted
To lose a father, a friend and a guide
I simply cannot afford
So, no matter how many times I slip up
I will still pick myself up, dust myself off, look to the sky and say…
“I will stick with Him because He is my Lord.”
 Jan 2013 Abdosh A
Hilda
May God grant you swift healing
from the illness you suffer
dawn greet your eyes with fresh hope
sweeter tomorrow
  
*~Hilda~
To Marian in hope she will awaken to a sweeter tomorrow. A Dodoitsu.
 Jan 2013 Abdosh A
Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
 Jan 2013 Abdosh A
Alice Kay
Is it so wrong that I agree with someone else?
And if I ever try to voice my opinion,
you will come up with all these things wrong with it.

"Stay" you would stay.
But I still don't understand.

Why would everyone would be so disappointed
if I followed a different path?
Confirmation is coming up, and I don't completely agree with everything in my branch of christianity......I would like to explore the other branches to see if there is one that fits with how I think things should be, but my mom wants me to stay how the whole family is...and I would be the odd one out. Yes, I do love Jesus, and I think that all the branches are family (of course) but I just things should be done differently then they are in my branch.
Four wood legs below me reinforce my rear
The suns rays sear off of this white haze called snow
A glum graveyard of brown surrounds my whole home
Two filthy cigarette butts are staring me in the eye
Like a cats eyes luminating in the middle of the night
And I’m wondering why I wonder these thoughts.
****, its hard to caress all the thoughts I possess.
Broken from bewilderment by a lone gray hare
I scared it and it scattered up the short, steep hill.

*Walks inside because the frost is nippin’ his nose

I just need something new to twist up my life,
But every time something comes even close
Imagination defeats reality and all hope is lost.
Trying to find even the slightest bit of hope
Is like picking hope out of a crowd of pick-it signs
Nearly impossible, but the sign is still out there.
Suddenly reminded of the graveyard of brown outside
I recall glancing at a row of three green pine trees
And realize, they keep life all year round
Even when times have grown cold
And fellow friends have lost life.
Knowing they will survive
They strive to keep hope.
Just a captured moment in life describing a situation I was in.
Her Heart Lay Heavy And Scarred In Her Ribcage,
Her Bones Bleached From The Fluorescent Light,
The Light Of The Examination Table Of Fate,
Her Destiny Proding Her Endlessly,
Searching For Something Which Lies So Special,
On The Rough Skin Of Her Finger Tips,
Demons Who Roam The Hallways Littered,
With Industrial Blue Lockers,
Hide In Every Corner--Waiting To Destroy Her,
Their Yellowed Teeth Bared In Her Direction,
A Pebble In A Gravel Pit--They Mean Nothing,
She Scowls Back--Wires Zig Zagging Across Her Teeth,
Muscles Squirming Underneath Her Skin,
Scarred Skin--Menacingly Beautiful,
Her Hard Working Heart Pounding In Her Head,
Knuckles White With Frustration,
The Bystanders Wait For The Duel,
Eyes Raised Surreptitiously Underneath A Heavy Brow,
Some Cry--Some Tingle With Anticipation,
Then It Began,
Her Brawl With Those Blackened Souls,
Some Of The Bystanders Joined,
Sinking Their Teeth Deep Into Tainted Flesh,
Bruising Veins Infested With Plauge,
Sacrificing Themselves For Her
Her Heart Lay Heavy That Day My Friend,
It Lay Heavy In Her Bleached--Cracked Ribs,
Veins Tired From Lives Before,
Yet She Still Roams This Very World
For Coyote.. Much Love, Snake/Wolf, And Squirrel.. I Give You Good Energy:)
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