As a follower of the True Living God Lord Jesus, I know my job.
I do not want anyone left behind after God comes for his people.
For I love each and every person here with the Agape Love from God.
For Christ calls us not to hate anyone, but to hate the sins of their.
My job is not from hate or rage, but of Love from Christ himself here.
As long as people are alive , change repentance is still in everyone.
So do not be anger or discourage but pray for the blindness to fade.
Pray that you can learn to love as Christ has loved you here and in heaven.
So my Prayer is that each whom read this shall be super blessed.

You catch them hanging out
Pretty much on the edge
Of the cranium
Where they like to lay their eggs

They keep you remembering
All that you should know
If you need to have a name
They go by the mindful

Once the eggs have hatched
You'll be mindful of this and that
Keeping you on your guard
Of what should be done and said

Into your brain they will burn
All in life we need to learn
Keeping an eye on those around
Is mostly the mindful's concern

They take it to task amongst themselves
To be mindful of everyone else
For after all isn't that
What a mindful life is all about

So don't be scared, don't be afraid
When you feel an itching of the brain
It's just the mindful laying ground
Soon enough to be paved

Making sure the road ahead's
Not too bumpy or too rough
As you're on your way to what
You should be mindful of

You
have , at your whim,
the most powerful weapon,
a cure to heal
whatever problem presents itself:
you have rhythm

I have this question I often ask
For the answer there is a need
No one here is standing in judgement
So it can be laid out truthfully

You always say when you are asked
That yes you follow Christ
But compared to the rest of the world
What's so different about your life

When people look at you
Do they see a shining light on the hill
Always standing up for the truth
Always have and always will

Or do they see someone on the fence
Teetering this way and that in the breeze
Using God as fire protection
Hoping to scrape by, by the skin of your teeth

No doubt you know it's so much more
All about the relationship
So the question is when God looks at your life
Is that what it really is

But also as important when the world looks at you
Is there a difference they can tell
Or could it be when the world looks at your life
That they only see themselves

This is a question I often ask myself
If you must know truthfully
Feel free to take time out of your day
To ask yourself the very same thing

in your head, you can still hear her screaming
in mine, i still hear the sound of his feet leaving
you can still picture the rage in her eyes
i can still remember the way his lips curved when he lied
late at night, you can still feel her touch
midday, i recall conversations where he said too much
you hear her in the way you talk
i see him in the way i walk

we’re just two broken people
with our history defining us
coming together, trying to regain
our ability to love and to trust

or maybe this is just a way
to numb the pain
maybe, just maybe
nothing’s changed
maybe, just maybe
it’s always going to be the same
we’ll fall to our graves
without ever learning the definition of sane
maybe, just maybe
this is all a game
*oh, this is all just a game

today I wear my little pride,
under the skin of my chest,
trying to let today be as good as it can get,

my what seems to be worst fears,
I have gotten through today,
and I am off guard when his close friend comes over to me,

he tells me how he has not shut up about me all summer,
he tells me how he wants to know what's going on with me,
and I'm frozen because of the words someone who's barely my friend,

has just told me,
things that remind me that there are other things that scare me,
other things that really will hurt me,

and even though those things are really bad for me,
I cant help but keep hoping,
he will talk to me,

You say you pick me
but what do you mean?
Am I really the one who
makes your heart scream?
I sure as hell want to be
but I'm not sure if you
**u n d e r s t a n d .

Love is so very much more
Than a funny paper cartoon
It’s more than nursery rhymes
About June, spoon and moon.

Everybody needs love
Love is a word like God
And it is used every day
So you may find it odd,
It can be used by a friend
And you will both agree
You know what it intends
But really don’t, you see.

We hear the words love or God
And we act as if we both know
The feelings the words mean
And we behave as if it were so.
But, each word has so many
Meanings and feelings and thus
It is a comforting thing to say
The words calm and gratify us..

Love is so many good words
Of things that warm our heart.
It’s so many wonderful things
We hardly know where to start.

We love having holidays off,
We love our puppies and cats.
We love cheesecake and pie
And other sweet things like that.
We love well composed music
And a lovingly created movie.
Or saying things like ‘whatever’
“BFF, “The Bee’s Knees and “groovy”.

We loved new boots and shoes
And love opening our presents
On Christmas in the morning
With our family and our parents.
We love sledding and sliding
On snowy days in the winter,
Tree climbing but not the splinters.

Love is gold at rainbow’s end.
Love is our dreams come true.
Love is everything perfect in life.
Love is me, and of course, you.