Monday Poem III

It’s human nature to focus on what is missing instead of the blessings rained down on us like warm sunshine,

I often complain about mine,

To wallow in this pain, or to stand tall and count my countless blessing that my heavenly father has given.

But we forget that God is the reason we are even living

Should I listen to my eyes that fade and become hard to focus? What more can I see when I strain and squint?

Worrying where my happiness went.

We all want to be kings but few can carry the weight of a crown,

We even struggle to be parents, workers, lovers and Christians; the grind of this world just beats us down.

The rain of life brings both blessing and tears; we live trying not to get wet from our fears.

I pray selfish prayers too proud to even bend my knee,

So others have to pray for me.

But wait, look Good is holding my hand and leading me through life’s dance,

A sinner like me has been given a second chance.

I even feel him inside of me- me once a dirty like the trash in a sinful city,

Unto me he showed pity,

Now my name is spoken in higher places and I’m living by his graces,

Can’t wait to see heavenly faces.

To see his reflection, to be under his protection,

To transform into the destiny he had for me before I was even born,

I just have to make it through this temporary storm

Monday Poem II

I understand your wrath, I would be mad too,

I say this even though I’m guilty too,

All I can do is ask forgiveness of you,

And pray for others so they can have forgiveness because we know not what we do.

We are on earth lost refusing to look at the bible which is this world’s road map,

Still we fall into the devil’s trap,

From the start of time we were addicted to sin,

I’m addict now and Adam addicted then,

If you don’t believe me look at the history of men.

I’m just trying to have hope and hold on,

So that my faith can provide me peace when things go wrong,

I need God because to tell the truth me by myself I have never been that strong.

I’m just waking up; I have been denial for oh so long.

Let me read my map so I will have good footing even on shaky ground

Let me ask God for advice because the tongues of men always let me down.

Let the Holy Ghost give me wisdom so I can make choices that are sound.

Monday Poem

I suffer and my suffering reaches your ears and your eyes,

Through my suffering and prayers you hear my cries,

You are my friend above all, my faithful comfort in the storm,

You repair, correct, strengthen and return things to the norm.

Sometimes your lessons are hard, but you make me steel,

Some time I’m angry with you because I think you don’t understand how I feel.

I’m slowly trusting your judgment, guide me, be patient with me for I have a long list of sins.

My wants and selfishness are like that of most men.

Decrease my pride, decrease me, and increase your dwelling place in my heart,

I will try to do my part.

Know that I’m weaker than most,

Doubting even the Lord of host.

Not that  I doubt you won’t do what you say,

but that you will do for me because I’m a sinner in every way.

All I know is my desires, my childish wants that harm my own soul,

Grow and raise me, allow me to enter your fold.

Talk and walk with me, I need you as my friend, I need your love and grace above air to breath,

Promise to be with me and never to leave.