Just because I'm scared
Have you found God?
I hope you do
It's all a fling with flare
side by side,
smothered in rhyme
covered in agonizing crimes
they stand and stare,
but darling beware
for they are not the angels you sought to find,
but the demons that caused our crimes
beware of those
smile with sharp teeth,
gaze with arrows
and greet with claws.
theirs shadows cover
Don't dare to conflict
They can knockout
Using all those
Vile medical terms
For that one needs to
Get through entrance
Join Medical School
Hold on for years
Just to understand
What they said
dont you dare think its your work!
dont you dare think its you who made it happen!!
students were against him.
i was uncertain.
my faith was shaking.
but LORD you guided my thoughts: "But God wont tell me to force it. So God wont allow it to fail either.
God is with me.
do it or dont.
if not force him.
i thought. why would God want me to force him? surely God will make this succeed in JESUS NAME!!!
i was still uncertain.
afraid for him to say it didnt work.
I NEVER EXPECTED THAT TO HAPPEN!!
GOD IS REAL!
ITS ALL HIM NOT ME!
YESSSS GOD IS REAL DUDE NOT KIDDING PLEASE PRAY MY FAITH WILL BE MORE STRONG!!! NO MORE EXCUSES ANDOU TO HEAVEN! DONT BE DECEIVED! JESUS DIED FOR YOU AND ME IN OUR PLACE WITHOUT EVEN BEING KNOWN BY US! DESPITE OUR REBELLION AND HATRED, HE LOVES US STILL!!!!!!!!! HE IS REAL
beware the angel in disguise;
for as stunning as she is,
she is not afraid
to spread her wings
He told me:
“Give me your heart, and I’ll give you the world”
“But the world isn’t yours to to take”
They often promise everything but give you nothing.
Beware of the voice that you may hear within
isn't a ravening demon or some ill departed kin.
Make sure that the inner voice which you hear
isn't one that is causing doubt, worry and fear.
Written early in 2018.
Hoarse are the birds in this garden
Coarse are the feathers they wear
Strange are the songs that they’re singing
Songs that tell strangers “beware”
Deep in the shadows lies Beauty
Long overgrown by thick vines
Lying in silence she’s staring
At naught but the passing of time.
Footsteps are scarce in this garden
Scattered with leaves as it is
Darkness has snatched it from Beauty
Her once cherished garden is his
Crying in silence lies Beauty
Watching her poor garden rot
If it lies only in darkness
Her toil will soon be forgot
Soft sang the birds in this garden
Bright were the feathers they wore
Sweet were the songs they were singing
But now there is Beauty no more