#overcomer
Love, love for the Father is in me.
I dwell in love, I walk in love,
I live in love, I conquer in love,
I behold the Father ,I behold his Son Jesus Christ.
Love has been poured out into my life.
I ooze love because love dwells in me,
Jesus Christ dwells in me,
God dwells in me.
I dwell in love and love dwells in me.
Love witnesses my sonship to the world ,
Love testifies whose I am,
I dwell in love and love dwells in me.
In this love ,fear has no place,
I arise and conquer with this weapon called love,
Love like burning coals over my enemies head,
But they catch the fire and also consider this love too.
Jesus Christ overcame the world by this love.
This giving love that He gave his life that God’s love will be restored to us.
Our only response to this?..is to dwell in his love and his love dwell in us.
Completeness in LOVE!!!!
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 9:30 AM UTC
When persistence and passion unite
When done in the presence of God's Light
You will bring to the table what some call Grit
With confidence you can say to life: "Bring It"
You have just become an Overcomer
Moving in the grace of God's own drummer
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 10:15 PM UTC
I will always be scared.
I cannot say that
I have always been nervous
Although
Now I know
This is just how I am.
I have nobody.
It would be wrong to say
Someone would care,
If I destroyed myself again with my thoughts
I am just a worthless wreck
Nobody can convince me that
I am a warrior.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 4:09 PM UTC
You knock and knock
But I can’t let you in
My home is unclean
There's mountains of clutter from head to toe
I constantly stand in filth and dust
I hear you knocking
But I'm too ashamed to let you in
Why do you continue to knock?
Why don't you believe no one's home?
Aren’t you tired?
You have stood there for so long
So I finally cleaned my cluttered home
And I answered my door
And there stood Jesus
Patiently waiting for me to let him in
-LaToya Martin
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
Gardener, why was I planted here?
What did you see?
The gardener replied, a little **** from the earth standing with nobody
But the sun burns, said the ****
When the rain pours, it hurts
At times I am buried and feel unwanted by the dirt
Don’t you see I’m weak?
Many thoughts but can barely speak
Oh, gardener, I beg you, please release me
I’m not clothed in beauty or appealing to see
Wait! Don’t walk on by
Don’t you see my pain?
No strength, no roots, much loss, much shame
All I ask is that you release thee
So I can stand with the weeds
Who once stood by me
The gardener replied,
Oh, little ****
So well-spoken yet quite demanding
I will not release thee because
You are withered and burned
But yet still standing
-LaToya Martin
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Perfectly clear !
Once you have reached the top
On a beautiful day
Summit
But think of the view at the
Slippery turns,
Is always fraught with steep twists-
The uphill climb to success.
(Now read from the bottom up :)
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
they criticise her and make her hate the moment
her dignity and pride is stolen
they break her stance and potent
she does succumb the omen
they offer her zero condolence
they laugh and mock and curse her
they call her ************
they call her a ****
and other names of such
they drain her to danger red
they call her witch and theft
they make her hate herself
she scurve her face and wept
she cry herself to sleep at night;
hoping that things would change
she 'd told herself that things 'd be right;
one day my pain and scar would fade
and if she would never fly
she said " i'd rather die"
she strive to reframe her picture
her heart and soul is injured
she strive to reframe her name
so she 'll overcome her shame
now the path to succed is open
she's out the heat of oven
she smiles behind her rolex
her foes is rendered goaless
her shame has turned to fame
and her life is not the same
her haters now adore and love her
now none of them can stop her
their hate and game and hurt
is the reason for what she'd turn
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
I can't do it she said.
Her thoughts controlled by fear and doubts. A word of encouragement busted through giving solutions and strength. She overcame.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
There were a few things my heart couldn't let me share.
A few words my mouth dared not declare.
A fleeting thought that I wouldn't let take hold.
The breath I fought to keep these few fears from being told.
There are a few things I've yet to overcome.
And until then... I shall hold onto them...
But, only until sharing them I can let be done.
When I know that I faced that beast and won.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
The angel says stop
and the devil says go.
The angel grabs my hand,
but the devil slapped her
and said: No!
The angel says: Don't do this!
as her wings spread out,
she was to smart to not
give up now.
The devil looked upon my face,
that wry smile seems out of place.
Suddenly, the devil grabbed me
and took me away.
As the angel said:
So,that's how you want to play.
The angel flew faster than a
lightning bolt soaring through the clouds.
I start to remember that the angel
promised me to never let me go
until now.
The devil still held on to me.
Why wouldn't she let me down?
She was still smiling, while I frown.
I start to see the angel now,
as she turned around and drop
me into the center of the ground.
They stare at each other
like ferocious stray dogs.
Then the devil looked
straight at me and said:
This won't take long.
The battle begins,
as the devil held onto
her breath and let out
a deadly scream.
The angel blocked her ears
and closed her eyes.
Once she opened them
there was a beam of light.
The angel's powers pierced
the devils side.
The devil fell and died.
I thanked the angel that
she saved my life.
The angel said:
*As long as
you live through Christ,
my child you will be alright.*
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
*To someone like me, it has always been easy to pen down the pain
than to just dump it in the violently flowing rivers of the past
and forget it ever happened, it's been easy to etch every bit of it on the rocks
everyday and admire each and every melancholic tear it brought
it has been sour sweet painting every ugly scar and every bruise
and admire the blemishes on dirtied canvas than let heal
those grotesque wounds without any memo to remind me
because to me the hurt has but been an adventure on the map of my destiny
I've sailed past hard waves, I've gone through dark oceans
to both poles of the sphere and witnessed how cold this world can be
and I've even juxtaposed the north pole to the south
I've climbed the mountains I thought impossible,
hiked even the steepest of cliffs,sometimes fallen and fractured
I've gone against caution and whence my ribs ruptured
healed and painted the despondent healing process yet gone
ahead to find fresh memory to paint, to write, to etch.
I've not wasted my mistakes, not a single tear has gone for nothing
for some should learn from mistakes of those who lived before them
and if life is too short and uncertain to live to tell
let the marks on the rocks at the pinnacles tell the story,
let the sad painting on the canvas do,the sculptures
let the cacographs make sense to eyes keen enough to squeeze out some sap of wisdom
I've not cried, bruised, battled or stumbled for nothing
it is not for nothing I've lived my life the way I've lived
with no manual or mentor to point out the rough edges
the looming pitfalls and risks of living in the twilight zone on the fringes
it's not by mistake that the ship of life is rudderless to most of us
every bruise, every mistake, every imperfection has its page
just as every century, every decade and every millennium has its age
I often write about the uncertainty I live so that someday
someone will be grateful I spared some time to say
that those who didn't err,who didn't whimper,
who didn't have the luxury of looking struggle in the eye
and walk side by side with her didn't really know the truth about life
because it's from the tears that comes the beautiful smile
after the blunder that lies the precious stones of a mile
after the pain that comes the long awaited gain
for the star filled clear blue skies always show after the stormy rain
I pen my pain time and again, because laughter's easily forgotten
but the pains are like plastics, so close to impossible seeing them rotten*
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Looking back, I have to stiffle a laugh
Ponder,how did it all get so what-it-was?
You see, I had just a cold gun.
Without a single bullet,yet there I stood.
Formidable foes arising against a little boy
Seeking to snarl and growl all night.
It mattered not to me.
Woe unto them for He was watching
not only my back,but front,beside,underneath and over me
Nobly He walked me through the bullies
For some reason, their barred teeth couldn't bite
In their folly,they took on the wrong One
He made me an overcomer,a conqueror
Sit in heavenly places was His invitation.
He did it all just for me.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Raw and bleeding,
Weak and needing,
The arms of stronger love,
White and red,
Skin is shed,
Gnawing away again,
Transparent shards of glass,
Cut deep from other’s bursting heart,
Blood long turned brown,
Still staining the ground,
At the feet
Of One,
Who,
Hurting,
Crying,
Changing,
Running,
Towards the Source,
Beauty,
Runs down in pools of water,
From a holy heart,
Mixing with the gore,
Like watercolor,
Shows a different scene,
A banner in the war,
Over all the carnage,
It took to get there,
Strength in every skirmish,
Broadswords only given,
To the killer of giants,
Bearer of most pain and weight,
Likeliest to casualty,
A favorite of Glory,
Sun so bright,
Off boots and mail,
He will not fail,
But Save,
And win,
And Raise,
The banner of blood,
As much of his as other’s.
And make more,
Lovers of Light.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC