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ALIN NUR JR Apr 2019
Just know that:
I have done all aspects of investigations,
I don't just increase the world's populations,
But am always my mother's inspirations.

Little did you know that:
I know myself am out of laziness,
I know my nature even when in sickness,
My strength is more than my weaknesses,
Don't enter into my life with your own craziness.

Just remember that:
I dropped the formality,
Now came to the reality,
Treating life with sincerity,
Which wasn't my normality.

Always know that:
I know where am going,
Knowing well what am doing,
Feel free if you're joining,
Coz you can't be my Boeing.

I can take myself far without miracles,
Only that you have always been an obstacle,
I can be driving my visions,
At the same time standing on my missions.
Who are you to judge my ambitions?

©Alin Nur Jr
Am not perfect but trying my best
Rose Who Knows Nov 2018
We could be flying
but instead are on the ground
We were created for more
but instead, we listen to lies

God chose us
but we look everywhere except to Him
We are called children of God

There is a greater purpose
He defines it
Living for God
Changing lives through God's glory

Take my profession and Go
The speaker in chapel today inspired me to write this.
Rileigh Shanks Mar 2018
Lift up your head, O Amsterdam!
Cast off your shame like a cloak;
Let it fall from your shoulders
As the shadows fall from the trees under the noonday sun.
Let your righteousness shine like the dawn;
Let your salvation blaze like a burning torch.

Too long have you lived in oppression;
Too long have  you allowed lewdness and adultery to taint your every thought.
Your graceful form has been ***** and ravaged,
And unspeakable sins have taken hold of your life.

You have opened yourself up to Corruption;
You have embraced Idolatry like a lover;
You have welcomed Lust into your *****;
You have accepted Rebellion and Calamity as you closest friends;
Captivity and Abuse are constantly biting at your heels.

You have lost sight of your former glory;
You have forgotten you early prestige.
Do you not remember the words spoken over you in your youth?
Can you not recall your previous high standing?

You, O Amsterdam, were once so full of innocent beauty;
Everything you touched was made lovely.
Your skill and your potential were rivaled by no other.
Creativity and reform flowed from your hands like a mighty river,
And the promise of your future shone with the blinding brilliance of the dawn.

You were once a woman of untamed joy and boundless freedom,
Until you allowed fear to creep in and tame you.
You cowered at the feet of Dread and allowed him to harness you.
You surrendered to him your life, your freedom, your spirit, and your morals.
He stripped you of your pride and forced you into passivity,
Tearing away your will and your self dignity.

But you, O Amsterdam, did nothing to resist him.
You stood idly by and watched as your life was reformed by Dread.
You leaned into his changes;
You embraced his foreign ways and made them laws throughout your land,
Allowing everything you once stood for to be transformed.
You were selfish and afraid,
Seeking your own salvation at every expense to others.
And in your schemes for self preservation,
You lost everything.

Through your cowardice and because of your stoicism,
Your power and your control have been removed.
They have been taken from you and given into the hands of the Enemy,
And you have made no efforts to reclaim them.
You have grown lax and frail,
Unable to stop even the most conspicuous of wrongs;
Too feeble to lift even a single finger in defiance.

But do not fear, O Amsterdam!
Cease your trembling and lift up your head!
Set your eyes on the horizon and behold,
For your Savior is near!

The LORD has not forgotten you.
He has not abandoned you in your hour of weakness and despair.
He remembers all of His promises to you,
And He calls you by your True Name.

“I have made you to be a carrier of Freedom,” says the LORD.
“I have created you to be a Woman of Joy.
I have placed a uniqueness and an artistry inside of you,
And you will bear that into the surrounding lands.

“You were hand-crafted, O Amsterdam,
Individually selected by the LORD.
I have called you to be a place of refuge and new beginnings;
I have set you apart to carry a mantel of original and artistic vision.
I have made you a Leader and a Sanctuary,
And your influence will reconstruct the world around you.

“I, the LORD, will hold you in my hand for all to see–
I will renew your beauty and your splendor, and will lift you up to your former glory.
Never again will you be called “Forsaken” or “Desolate”,
For I will bestow upon you a new name.
You shall be known as “The Object of God’s Delight”
And “The Bride of God”,
For the LORD delights in you,
And will claim you as His bride.”

The nations will see your righteousness.
World leaders will be blinded by your glory.
You will walk through the streets of your city,
Your the Darkness will be transformed by the Light.
Your rivers will be refreshed by new streams of living water,
And hope will bloom with the springtime Tulips.

The LORD is reclaiming your territory;
He is marking every door with His seal.
He is bringing Revival like a tidal wave,
And releasing Honor into your streets like a hurricane.
Dignity and Grace will once again be your crown,
And you will commit yourselves to the Lord in triumph.
Gabriel burnS Jul 2017
me and her we barely talk
like spies for different governments
I've tried extracting information
but I'm cut off, passing out
and I wake up every time
17, heart-broken with silence

blank stares scan my every evening
somehow I am still invisible
turning this into a cold green light
to explore the dark corridors of my heart
my thoughts turn to microfilms
and battle plans and secret blueprints
my cover's hanging by a thread

I'm now a fugitive with everything to lose
a secret agent in love with their handler,
the disembodied string of signs on glowing screen
how much emptier than this is it possible to get

because there is no home
and you can't just go back to the agency
one wrong step and charges vary
from espionage to treason
and there've never been any right moves
at all

so now it's back to basics
George Grogan Jul 2017
When my cold, gray body lay in dark wet ground
In that day when my voice no longer sounds
Remember me who loved you more
Remember me who loved you most
(And meet someday on heaven’s shore)

You and I as partners have run the Kingdom road
For us to leave and forsake
were not mere words

We followed His grace and heard His voice
Stored up treasure in the life to come

please forgive me
If for a moment I lost sight of heaven’s prize
and in my weak folly
was lowered in your eyes

Walk backward my love and forget those days
Walk backward with a mantle of grace
and let love cover my naked shame
Remember me who loved you more
Remember me who loved you most
George Grogan
Alan S Bailey Aug 2016
What is this bizarre strange artificial magic that

Surrounds us in 3D neon colors man-made

Amidst this dream theory of some sort

Of tasty goods that await me (not bait)

Smashed in between two slabs of meat

That are thick hands which are said hold the

Way to get all we could want or need

This absolute promise that it's all worth it

Being placed before me only just to see

I hold my sandwiched slice of meat

With cheese and pickles high

And shout for joy that it's mine to eat!
So take a seat...!

Hehe, and it rhymes, too
:P

I'm sorry it disagrees with tele-vangicals and religious cultists. Will delete immediately. I promise. Sorry to harm ****** eyes with my trash!
Mary Neagle Jul 2015
here I sit
grounded
speaking of who I now am
I am a worker

I will not get off my wall
these hands that shake, fearfully
they will work until they are sore

you can try to pull me down
or shake my foundation
but, no, not me
not this time

its at this moment
when I realize this wall is only for me
the one who knows the truth
who knows the way and life

you can try to climb my wall and join me
but no, that's not how this works
you will crumble
crumble into a pit of endless ruin if you do this alone

don't come to me for help
come to him
he will start a new wall for YOU
you are a worker now

you will work until your hands shake
fearfully
working until you are sore
Thoughts after a missions trip.
Jennifer Weiss Jul 2015
I was wrong, I'm sorry, and I love you.
I hear this song, I worry, and I fear too.
That these letters I'm writing won't be well received,
that the good fight I'm fighting dies with me.
I know God has assigned me to brave these stormy seas.
Anything that finds me will have to face Thee.
And there you will guide me, Lord, your will- let it be.
I was wrong, I'm so sorry, and Lord please help them to see
I want the best for them, just like you have given me.
I pray that when they read my words it is only You they will see.
That heaven shines down and warms them through words you've given me.
Lord I have so much of Your love to give, just please do this through me.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!
Mark Steigerwald May 2015
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Jennifer Weiss Nov 2014
Well if you're wanting honest,
sometimes I know it all.

I have said it before,
and with this, they will surely have a ball.

But here's another truth.
I know nothing at all

Blame it on my worldly youth,
certainly not the alcohol.

I have persisted in being right,
but self-righteous? I ain't that type.

Hollywood smile, and a body to match
Seemingly lovely, but there's certainly a catch.

Watch your sins and thy evil back.
I am of light, and in fact,
I am coming for atonement
of those opponents who lack
grace and love behind their backs

I AM SEEKING.
dethronement,in the form of modern day locust.
A plague on your houses, as I focus
on what you hide out of sight.
**I find my best days
come after ridding the world
of the longest and darkest nights.
Forgiveness is always an option....

— The End —