It feels good waking up early morning.
To Bless the Lord, the Lover of my soul.
For there was a time when God deliver me.
From cigarettes , my life was in total chaos.
Back then the evil demons kept attacking me.
Trying to drive me back to smoking again.
So much was coming against me back then.
But one thing I realize is that we rely on God.
Not on us when we become attack non stop.
For only his strength can get us through it.
But he was strengthening me into a overcomer.

Dwelling in the secret place,
Overshadowed by His grace,
Looking up into His face,
Seeing only Jesus.

Hidden there from all alarm
Safe from danger, fear and harm,
Holden Up by His strong arm,

Dwelling there , how truly blest!
Leaving all, how sweet to rest,
Head upon my Saviour's  breast,
Seeing only Jesus.

Resting there , no more to roam,
Drawing near to heaven and home,
Waiting  there until He come,
Seeing only Jesus.

Oh, sad Poet,
cartographer
of the heart,
mapping the geography
where sadness
is the topography
of your soul.

Oh, Cousteau
of the changing tides,
like an oceanographer,
an admiral  spying
the enemy on the horizon.
Your sorrow comes and goes.

Oh, builder of sad dreams
in your house of many rooms,
but one door. Like a grave,
a casket shellacked with
black paint, a mural
of a shadow on the wall.
Architectural sorrow.

Oh, you sad Poet,
open your eyes,
paint us a poem of a rose.

I am proud to be a child of Christ, whom died and rose for me.
For without his sacrifice, all of my poems would be worthless.
About only dying here without any hope or joy or love in them.
But he did save me and others as well, so I do have true Hope.
So yes I am proud humbly proud of having been rescue by him.
For I am not saying this with pride but he has humble me with his love.
So yes I am by far so grateful to be a child of the True Living God.
I have seen so many wonderfully made and Awesome family.
That are my family through Christ my Wonderful Savior.

In the silence of the early morning with crisp fresh air.
I wait on him whom spoke this here day into existence.
To reveal to me the events that he has spoken into reality.
Prayer, bible reading starts in the wee hours of the morning.
Waiting for him to speak to me, on his plans for my day here.
For the words to the poems, he brings into my mind to write.
A gift from him to me to everyone whom reads these poems.
For he shall bless whom he bless and he Loves everyone.
For he lives to Love us and to bless us , for he is the God of Love.

his name I don't know, might be Jesus
Mohammed Krishna Buddha Abraham or Luke
or duke for all I know, I never directly talked to him,
I am not sure he is a he. It might be
Luna or Aphrodite, Athena or perhaps Hella.
Hell I don't know whether he or she or it is a god.
It might be a Fairy.
Yet I keep (her him it) secret!
So no one can steal (?) him her it.
We often dream together. We
dream of peace and fairy lands fictionary places.
Ain't that weird?
Whatever this secret friend is ,
he makes me feel, see.

  Deep  in my heart , deep in my heart,
I need Thy Holy Spirit, Deep in my heart,
Fill with Thy fulness,Lord, fill with Thy power,
Come in Thy majesty and touch me this hour.

Deep in my heart, deep in my heart,
I need Thy full compassion, deep in my heart,
Fill with Thy tenderness, fill with Thy care,
Give me a loving  heart Thy burdens to share.

Deep in my heart, deep in my heart,
I need a perfect cleansing deep in my heart,
Reach to its darkest depths,search every part,
Cleanse me from every spot, Thy love now
                                                                               impart.

Deep in my heart, deep in my heart,
I need a new anointing deep in my heart,
Send now Thy burning fire, burn all the dross,
Help me to stand for Thee and count all else
                                                                                loss.

Deep in my heart, deep in my heart,
I need Thy faith triumphant deep in my heart,
O make me worthy . Lord with Thee to reign,
When for thy loving Bride Thou comest again.

Whatever we go through can make us stronger here.
I believe that we all have our own pain to deal with.
Some more painful then others none the less we all hurt.
For this is a fallen mess up world only getting worst.
So there is only Hope in the world to come after death.
To see whom you going to rely on, God or self here.
This life is a test to see if you choose God or self here.
You all have your sorrow but my prayers is for commitment.
For you to become commented to our Holy God here.
I am and shall keep you all in prayer my friends.

Tenderly  now  He's calling,
Weary  one, hear Him say,
"Why will you doubt and falter,
Why will you cease to pray?"
Aching with pain and restless,
Life be a burden too,
Look there's a fount of healing
Out of His heart  for you.