When people speak to you, I wonder if they can tone their voices down?  Some speak so loud, it can only make you frown.
There should be  time out, from loud voices all around.  These loud voices
is something that need to be bound.
Do these loud voices think you are without ears?  These voices are so loud, they cause eyes to form tears.
There should be a quiet place, so you can quickly escape.  No need to put it off, but make this a date.
There is nothing, like a quiet place of peace.  You finally get a chance to escape from loud voices, may they suddenly cease.
Loud voices can be damaging, to your precious nerves.  There are some voices, I do not care to be heard.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

This is a new day; I will not worry about yesterday.  I must remain with a clear mind.  I must remember to pray.
I must look ahead, and not to things behind.  I must keep focus, in order to be on time.
This is a new day; I will not worry about tomorrow.  I don't want to get in its  way, it could be filled with sorrow.
This is a new day; I want to enjoy the things I see.  I want to share my love, to everyone that's free.
I will enjoy this day; I'll look for the very best.  I'll shun the negative, and let God do the rest.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

There are people you no longer trust.  One State allow men to use cameras to take pictures of women butts.
There are people you no longer trust.  While looking in their eyes, you see only lust.
There are people you no longer trust.  When confronted about a certain problem, they can only fuss.
There are people you no longer trust.  When given a chance to explain a matter, they can only "cuss."
There are people you no longer trust.  When they see you coming, they began to "kick up dust."
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

You may say evil things about me; you may knock me down; you are only building my foundation, whereon I can stand proud.
You may try to stop me, but forwardly I'll press ahead.  You are only building my foundation, all your extra weight I'll shed.
I have many talents, some are very rare.  You may give up on me, but these talents I'm willing to share.
My foundation is going down, very, very deep.  No matter what you do to me, know I cannot be beat.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Things are going wrong; someone has just died, and noises are pounding your head.  Stop for a moment, and give God thanks, that you are not the one dead.
Transportation has failed you, your future you cannot see; everything is going to be fine, refrain from asking "Why Me"?
So many things are coming your way, to try to get you down.  You must know it happen to others, just take a look around.
You are not the only one, having such a hard time.  Give God the credit, that you still have a sound mind.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

God ask us to be perfect.  This word "Perfect" means mature.  In order to be perfect, there is so much to endure.
I have a long way to go, to be like my Father above.  I know I can make it, by God's everlasting love.
As I travel in this life, I want to do my best.  As the Holy Spirit leads me, I'll be able to past life's test.
I want to be mature, in all I strive to do.  I'll continue to depend on God, to safely take me through.
Since there are people around, watching your every move; I want to always do what's right, and make sure I'm never rude.
As I strive for perfection, I know my light must shine bright.  I must always do the things, pleasing in God's sight.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

There is nothing like the truth, so keep it real.  If you plan to tell a lie, it's best that you quickly yield.
Please don't exaggerate, once again tell the truth.  I know this is something you can't help; it started from your youth.
This week you tell us one thing; last week it was something else.  If you always tell the truth; you'll be proud of yourself.
You need to keep it real, because people can't stand a liar.  You make something burn inside, feeling like you are on fire.  
You need to keep it real, for your sake and that of others.  The lies you may be telling it to, just may be your sisters and brothers.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing