In every sunrise, a masterpiece unfolds,
A canvas of colors, a story to be told.
The mountains stand tall, a testament to His might,
A reflection of beauty, in the morning light.

In the gentle breeze, a whisper of His voice,
A soothing melody, that brings a sense of choice.
The rivers flow gently, a symphony so fine,
A reflection of God's beauty, in every design.

In the laughter of children, a joy that's pure and bright,
A reflection of God's love, shining with delight.
In the beauty of nature, a story is revealed,
Of a Creator's hand, that crafted and concealed.

In every detail, a work of art divine,
A testament to God's beauty, that's truly sublime.
From the tiniest flower, to the vastness of space,
God's beauty is reflected, in every single place.

It's you.
It's you.
It's you.
The constant words that echo out when the fire is raging.
But come let's just take a deeper look.
Was it really him.
Was it really her.
Or was it me.
Defining one's self is very hard to do.
So the word you, will remain our battle cry.
Until you have lost it all.
OOPS.
Too late.

I seem to be on a rollercoaster.
No sooner have i said peace.
And here comes the upheaval.
How long, how long.
I don't think I'll find an answer.
But hey look at me,
I'm still here.
Jotting my thoughts down on a paper.

We are all just a heartbeat away.
Seeking for joy, love ,peace and happiness.

Imagination like a fire set alight and can not be stopped.
All things ever created comes into motion as by faith we believe it can be done.
I speak as a man. Why then do we contain our god.
Just imagine a speck in space where there is nothing.
In it was an all knowing hearing and seeing god who's imagination was moved as colors shape's and sizes flowed through his mind  from the grass to the flowers to the trees .
The birds of the sky the fish of the sea the beast of the field and you and I.
As it could not be contained it burst open as the universe expanded bringing everything into existence for God pleasure so that he could look upon all his creation as we are all contained in him.
As all things were made by him through him in him and for him and nothing  was made  that was made without him.
A circle within a circle .
And wherever we are in this circle we are in the centre and the apple of god's eye.

Let not our hearts be troubled, as we wait upon the Lord.
Help us not to stumble,in case we fail to rise.
Help us not to exalt ourselves, lest we be taken down.
Help us not to remove  our eyes from you,
Lest You turn your face the other way.
Help us not to close our ears, lest from you we do not hear.
Help us to know our sins, that righteousness we do not esteem as our own.
Help us always to see the needs of others, so we may give a lending hand.
Help us not to faulter
but to seek you while you may be found.
Turn not Your back from us because it is your pity we require.
Do not harden Your heart against us because sheoul is not a place we  seek.
But make us now a written  letter and place us in Your heart.
Seal us with Your signet ring and in there will I abide.

Keep me under the Shadow of your Wings
Summer comes and Summer the goes.
Winter comes and Winter goes.
But the enduring Word of our God shall never pass away.
Summer comes the flowers begin to bloom.
Birds return from their legthy flight, children laughing and playing in the street.
The awesome sight of a daffodil in bloom.
Peach tree's arrayed with blossoms of pink.
As the yesterday and forever tree, set's off a fragrance that fills the air.
Stealthily creeps the sun up from the east.
A magnificent sight is this to see, as she moves further and further into the deep blue sky.
As I look upon these wondrous works,my heart begins to jump in leaps and bounds.
As my soul magnifies our dear King.

Life is not just a number.
But a journey we all have to take.
No man knows the day, time or hour, when we will be called to rest.
So let's live peaceable with all men, cherishing every day.
Leaving a legacy of peace, love and joy.
So the world could be a better place.

Love is a word, a promise made.
But as time passes by, actions betray this very promise.
The mouth is sweet, the hand is bitter, as it leaves a trail of destruction.
Pain becomes one's daily bread, as from deep within a meaning is sought.
Love is kind,love is cruel and sometimes it has a bitter ending.
As walls are trailed with blood unending.

Love is the essence of our very being.
Not the outer form.
But the inner call.
Love is kind.
Love is patient.
Love is slow to anger.
And love does not boast.
It flows like a river, bringing healing to the lost and the lonely.

Touching people.
Mending hearts.
Reaching out.
Giving hope.

A new day dawn's.
My heart is ablaze.
I've made it.
I've made it.
I'm still here.

When pen doesn't reach paper.
I have nothing to say.
Peace has captivated me, and in it I will dwell.
It is like a gentle flowing river, soothing my soul.
Peace, Peace, Peace like a river.

Man said it's the devil to blame.
The devil said is it me again.
Scripture says man willfully sins.
But the truth of the matter.
Is man needs someone to blame.

Love is like a rose when in full bloom.
The aroma that emerges entwines lovers in a mystery.
White is of purity and innocence untold.
The red of their love,as it grows deeper with every passing day.
The pink, peach, violet and amber are of days shared together.
The green symbolizes jealousy, as their love withers and dies.
The thorns then begin to prickle,as purity and innocence is swallowed up.
But roses are red and violets are blue.
And love is still pure as a white rose in full bloom.

Shadows.
Shadows are the things around ,as darkness mounts itself.
It hides in every corner to pounce upon the weak.
It has no shame or dignity in taking what is not his.
A silent laugh is what we hear, as just another one he claims.
When the light came , he was told to flee, but just look at how he exalts himself, believing he has it all.
But come awaken you who has the light, and let us fight this fight.
Let us array ourselves with armour and meet him on the battle fields, come you who are called, and let us shout , of you no more will we have.
Enough of you, enough have we had, so we tell you darkness flee.
The light has brought us victory and this is.ours to keep.


When troubles come upon us, we know it is just for a little while,as through the tunnel we shall sunder till we see the light.
To God be the glory.

Simplicity
A simple smile to light up the face of a stranger.
A simple word that sparks off laughter.
A simple gesture to put someone at ease.
A simple move that brings joy to another.
A simple action with no driving force behind it.
A simple request that doesn't bring anger.
If simplicity could grab us, let us just remain simple.
Then the world will no longer be so complicated.
So let us just strive to be simple.
As simplicity brings us to our knees.

Through the night I did slumber.
As over me He did watch.
Morning has broken,
A new day ahead.
Come hell o high water, through it I will get.

To Texas our hearts  cry out.
As in prayer we will you keep.
Your pain is our pain.
Oh Texas.

The God of Truth and Power.
What a powerful saying, The God  of Truth and Power,
We see the goodness of God revealed into our daily lives.
Our Father who  from the very beginning of time chose each and every one of us for ,,
His Divine Purpose. To love us.
Ye who breathed the very breath of life  into each and every one of us, who hears the very sound of our heartbeat, and wipes away every tear.
This Majestic God we serve.
Ye who is our Councilor,Our Healer, Our Redeemer, The Rock of Our Salvation and the very foundation on which we were built.
When life seems to have no meaning, and the world is  collapsing around, when the storms are raging, the winds howling, the seas pounding the rocks with such force.
Our bodies bruised and battered from being tossed too and fro , and the purpose of life washed away by currents of turmoil.
When all seems to be lost, a life line is released as this Mighty Get whom we serve becomes the anchor in our storm.This Beautiful, Wonderful and never failing God sends.forth His.Word to comfort us.
The sun will not smite  thee   by day nor the moon by night, I  am your strength and your refuge, your strong  tower and the pillar that holds you up.
I will never leave you nor forsake you I will be with you till the end of time
He then lifts you up as He whispers, My Child , My Child  I am with you.

The Grave.
Each and every one of us was put on this earth to fulfill a purpose.
No matter what color or  creed  we were uniquely and beautifully designed by the potter.
But the grave becomes the  victor as many life's  come to an end,too many stories never told ,wasted talents , visions lost and swallowed up by the grave.

The mouth is a source of good and bad.
As whispered words of love, soon becomes an utterance of pain.
Once they were sweet, but now they are bitter.
Like a garment shredded and no longer of use.
Regarded as garbage as love turns to hate.
Whisper's of love,has brought years of pain, as memories flood your mind.
For many who has tread this road.
Love is bitter, sweet and unending.

Wisdom cries out to Dignity There is a great bewailing upon the mountain tops,as wisdom cries out to Dignity, have you no shame.Can you not feel the pain of women or is it your face the other way you did turn.Oh wretched humanity, how could you commit such a heinous crime.Crawling she has not mastered , her first step never taken and barely could she scream out stop, as you your own way did have. I wonder if she will ever smile, or will this scar be embedded so deep that her beauty shall never be seen.A mother sits at the window, awaiting the return of her little girl,to the shop I did send her, I wander why she  tarries so.As second's turn to  minutes  and an hour now gone by and no word of her has come.Her heart a racing, filled with dread,as these words echo from deep within.**** , slavery death like a  raging sea that can not be stilled.A mother's plea,a whispered pray,as memories of her little girl floods her mind.The morning air is broken,as sirens are heard from afar.A woman bruised and battered from just one blow too many. A bed of roses, has now become a bed of thorns.Pillows soaked with tears as this has become her daily bread.Scorn, shame, pain and reproach has finally taken its toil, as she cries out, death oh death why do you linger so, of this no more can I take.My heart is broken, my spirit weakened , let me sleep a sleep of no return that I may not see tomorrow.So once again there is a great bewailing,as Wisdom cries out to Dignity.Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an overflowing stream.

We are strong.
We are resilient.
We are women of valour.
We are highly favoured.
Fairer than ten thousand.
We brought forth the church.
We are unique, wonderful and beautifully designed.
This is who we are.