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Sep 2013 · 701
I Am Blessed
michael campbell Sep 2013
I am blessed in the morning and in the night time too for the Lord has been with me all my life through.
He gives me his full attention no matter what I do and I know that with him old is never new.
He takes me on a journey each and every day and allows me to question things life throws in my way.
This is the gift he gave me the freedom of freewill to be able to challenge anything according to his will.
Created in his image companions we were to be but all was put on hold when a serpent came to tea.
Generation after generation bore the terrible shame, till a man named Jesus decided to take the blame.
On Calvary for you and me on a cross he took our Sin, the battle fought for us he did win.
So now for us our debt repaid and still the freedom of choice, we bend our knees open our mouths and praise him with our voice.
Apr 2013 · 489
The Well
michael campbell Apr 2013
The well is a place of peace and tranquility an area of quite in a world of adversity.
The water drawn from deep within its walls is cool, clear and refreshing
much like the teachings of our lord Jesus Christ.
There is a well inside of of us all which flows with deep running spiritual waters of which we are at liberty to draw.
This well is never ending because it is replenished by The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit  and each time the water drawn from this well is drank, the giver and the receiver are blessed.
So do not let your well run dry drink of it on a daily basis, allow it to be replenished and it will continue to be a blessing not only to you but also to those around you.
michael campbell Mar 2013
My life is like a super nova, out of my control part of the fabric of life gazed upon from a distance by all who have the power to see the destruction that is within me.
The light is dim now, the brightness that once radiated no longer exist, all that is left is the shadow of brighter times.
Lost in the fabric of time that existed eons before but is now lost to the vastness.
The echoes are still reverberating waiting to be heard again as if for the first time.
Mar 2013 · 308
When I
michael campbell Mar 2013
When I was poor, he made me rich.
When I was weak, he made me strong.
When I couldn't stand, he held me up.
When I was in despair, he gave me hope.
When I felt down, he lifted my faith.
When I became overwhelmed, he gave my spirit peace.
When I needed teaching, he sent the holy spirit.
When I needed guidance, he gave me his word.
When I needed compassion, he sent his son Jesus Christ.
Mar 2013 · 386
I want to shout about it
michael campbell Mar 2013
I want to shout about it tell the world about it, what you have done for me.
You have taken my stripes away from me, buried them on the cross and set me free.
Without your sacrifice I would be left in the mirey pit, sinking without a trace void of your mercy and grace.
Great was your honour to your father on high, that you forsake your will and decided to die.
This broke the sin that we all faced and opened back the way to see his hidden face.
We can barely repay our debt to you but by giving you our heart and soul we are on the right path.
This is why I want to shout about it, tell everyone about what he has done for me.
Mar 2013 · 647
May I
michael campbell Mar 2013
May I see myself the way he sees me.
A brilliant light created in his majesty.
Placed on earth so it may be filled with praise and glory.
Strong in the knowledge that one day we all will be able to worship open and free.
We have been reconciled through the blood, the price paid and the battle won.
This is not the beginning nor is it the end for the deliverence of souls is our command.
The time of redemption is close at hand, the coming together of sky and land.
Those who have wondered will have a second chance, those who have never wondered will remain forever in the dark.
Unspeakable joy will be given to those past and present who have heeded the call and succumbed to the will of the Master.
Mar 2013 · 329
Does he
michael campbell Mar 2013
Does he hear me screaming out in pain.
Does he hear me calling out his name.
Can he hear me breaking down the door.
Can he hear me fallin to the floor.
Why are my troubles such a crime.
When will he stop being blind.
What will he do for me.
How can he stop me hanging from that tree.
Why is the color of my skin such a problem to him.
When will he stop feeling my life is a sin.

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