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 Feb 2016 Margo May
Samuel Hesed
What loss would it be?
What cost would it take?
To borrow such wings,
To fly to the King?

Follow his lead,
To hear him teach,
To know what it means,
To believe in the Dream.

Watch him dance in the grass,
Drinking from heaven's glass,
Singing,
"Free at Last... Free at Last..."
Inspired by Black History Month
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
We are often burdened till our faith becomes undone
So torn between what's right and wrong and our last song has been sung
Days of endless stress, not knowing what to do
For we've run out of answers
Theirs no answers coming through

Just speak the name that's above all names and everything will change
He take what you can't handle and your life he'll rearrange
When your burdens overcome you and your backs against the wall
When you speak the name of Jesus, you'll overcome it all

Speak his name....Oh speak his name
Savior of the World, Every day the same
Speak his name, Speak his name
Don't turn and walk away form him, for you'll never be the same Speak his name

Little is much when God is in it, so don't feel so trodden down
I'm here to speak a word to you, soon you'll step on higher ground
For in his name there's victory, and Victory shall be mine
And I am counting you in, He's calling come and dine
On the riches of his Glory, let him hold you close
So that you can feel his power, and his Holy Ghost

He is coming sooner...Oh sooner than you think
Faster than the speed of light , faster than a wink...
Friend, you  know where you stand you have so much to gain
And in the end, you'll just begin, so right now, just speak his name
 Jun 2015 Margo May
L
Our glass jar
 Jun 2015 Margo May
L
You gave me a glass jar
We collected fireflies and put them inside
We admired them every night.
Only the two of us understood
what the flicker of the tiny lights meant.

Only the two of us understood.

One day, we walked down the beach
We walked by a stranger whose eyes
sparkled like our glass jar.
I lost my mind
I dropped our jar
I gave the stranger our fireflies
I thought he was worthy.

You ran away with tears in your eyes
and wounds in your hand
from all the broken pieces of our glass jar.

As I tried catching up, I stepped on broken glass
I hurt myself
I stopped chasing you
I let you go and went after the stranger with the sparkly eyes.

For a moment, I forgot about you and our jar and our fireflies.

One day, it rained.
The stranger left and I felt my wounds fresh again.
I thought about you and our jar and our fireflies.
I missed you.
It hurt and I cried and I promised
not to collect fireflies anymore.

I haven't seen fireflies or sparkly eyes since then.

Six hundred and seventy three days passed
I went back to the ocean and saw the broken pieces of our glass jar
The wounds are now healed but I still miss you
I picked up the pieces and glued them back together
I sent them back to you in a box with a bow
"This is yours", I said
I did not wait for a response.

One day, I saw you holding our empty jar
You were looking at me
I looked back, holding my tears
I moved close and I saw
There were no tears, no pain, no anger in your eyes anymore

I moved closer 'cos I thought I saw your eyes sparkle
I thought about our fireflies
And in that moment I realized

It was you all along
It was not the stranger with the sparkly eyes
It was you
It is you
You are my fireflies.
Replace yelling with laughter
And judgment with understanding
Replace hatred with kindness
And falling with standing

Replace hurting with helping
Lift up, don't push down
Replace insults with compliments
We can turn this around.

Replace bad with good
Replace fire with water
The world's hard enough
So why make it harder?

And before you say
You would if you could,
That there's just no hope..
No excuses; be the good.
Like a violin,
only a little bigger.
The darkness of a cello,
the sweetness of a violin.
It sings a lullaby
to the child in the crib.
Loud and soft,
harsh and gentle.
It's the middle,
it's the best of the four.
Though it's not as popular,
it's still what I do.
It's still sings the song
that I want to sing.
No words are needed
to sing different tones.
The instrument is my voice,
the only one I speak with.
 Jan 2015 Margo May
Gaby Comprés
maybe you won't find me beautiful
because of my hair
or my lips
or the color of my skin
maybe you won't love
the way i walk or the way i dress
but i hope you fall in love with
the words in my soul
and the fire in my heart
and the myriad of stars in my eyes
and the wonder and grace that
are tangled in my hair
and the bravery that is
locked up in my bones
and the unfading beauty
of my spirit
and if you think that's
beautiful,
that is enough for me.
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