How To Cope

I’ve got a “full moon” migraine, they come as no surprise;
They’re bound to be repeated once a month.
I think I have them conquered, I think I’m in control;
And once again it’s there before my eyes.

It drives me to the darkness, a place of solitude;
It draws away my every ounce of strength.
I’m forced to total silence, for sounds are amplified;
I live in this environment for many days at length.

So far there’s no solution, it’s “live” with what you’ve got;
Just carry on for it is bound to cease.
I struggle to be patient, to wait it out, endure,
Yet silently I’m longing for release.

But then I look at others who carry greater pain,
Who suffer a disease that has no cure.
I realize my blessings, I’m grateful to be me,
I empathize with what they must endure.

Forgive me for complaining or being in despair,
For feeling like these things will never end.
Let me find reassurance that change is bound to come,
And in a day or so I’m on the mend.

There will be reoccurrence; it’s been like this for years,
But I’ve survived these bouts that come and go.
I’ learned how to survive them and keep the upper hand,
And through it all I’ve watched my patience grow.

I do not let it rule me, nor give into the pain,
I postpone all such things that irritate.
I wait, I know I have to, or I will feel distress,
The work is always there and it will wait.

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A Winner Is A Dreamer Who Never Quits

Don't Give Up

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will.

When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill.

When the funds are low and the debts are high.

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit.

Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns.

As every one of us sometimes learns.

And many a failure turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out:

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.

And you never can tell how close you are.

It may be near when it seems so far:

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit

It’s when things seem worst that you must not QUIT

I will not get tired spreading this message. The power to hild on in spite of everything, to endure this is the winner’s quality. Persistence is the ability to face defeat again and again without giving up to push on in the face of great difficulty. The poem above is shared for everyone to read and memorize to his/herself when tempted to quit or to stop trying.

The message will keep going on until the message is well received.

Sleep

Satan loves a lazy, lifeless church. He can just sit back and enjoy the show. But when the church is alive and thriving, he’s actively attempting to thwart God’s work.

Sleep

When a church is asleep
And the slumber is deep
The devil will leave it alone
He is thrilled at the sight
Of a comatose plight
With a life that reminds him of stone.

But if it should wake
And the bones start to shake
As The Spirit arouses the saints
Then satan gets tough
And his demons get rough
As a landscape of darkness he paints.

They whisper in ears
And manifest fears
Your self worth is brought to it’s knees
They love to destroy
The flowing of joy
And desecrate all that they see.

So stand firm in Christ
And stop being nice
The victory, is already won
The power of The Lord
Is your two edged sword
From you, they have to run.

What Is Wrong With Humanity?

Why can’t we as humans get along
Why do we strive and fight
Could it be deep down inside
That something is just not right
Why do we feel entitled
Like life should treat us fair
But who determines right and wrong
To what do we compare
Is there anyone in this broken world
Who holds the missing key
To release us from our prison cells
Who can stop our enmity
Yes, there is One; I know His name
I walk with Him each day
He takes away fear and anxiety
That the world daily throws my way
So if you truly want to know
How life was meant to be
The answers are found in Jesus Christ
And the Godhead Trinity.

Hope this poem gives you the push today that Jesus got you anytime, any day.

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The Best Is Yet To Come

It’s another Friday and the weekend is here. This piece is for the road. Hope you like it!

I closed my eyes in what seemed like a dream, and opened them in another land. I saw trees that were perfect, the bluest sky, and many things I could not understand.

I heard sounds that appeared as great choirs, all singing with a melody of praise. I saw people arrayed in the brightest apparel that blinded of heavenly rays.

There were creatures I saw that were so different, yet all were so beautiful and kind. I searched my thoughts to see if I had seen such a sight, yet nothing like these came to my mind.

Their appearance was very awesome, and yet somehow you still had no fear. They just stared as though they were beckoning you to follow, with a love that just drew you near.

The grass was so green, with not a blade out of place, and the streets seemed like streams made of gold. Everything looked, as though it had just been created, for nothing was battered or old.

I saw no sun casting shadows about, yet the brilliance was of a shining array. I saw no darkness just magnificent colors, as if waking to a perfect day.

The families I passed all turned, waved, and smiled, with a joy that just seemed so complete. As I turned around I saw a massive throne, with others kneeling down at God’s feet.

Crowns were now being laid down before Him, the rewards of the faithful and true. One of them called me to come forward, yet I had no crown, so what could I do?

I lowered my face, looking down to the street; I had shame, guilt, and despair. Then I felt a hand take hold of mine, and He promised to walk with me there.

Tears began to fall from my eyes, yet He reached out and wiped them away. He introduced me as faithful and true; I was quiet with nothing to say.

My knees gave way, and I fell down in worship, as a crown was then placed in my hand. The shame and guilt then disappeared, and I began to, now understand.

I turned my face up to the throne; I saw Jesus He was smiling so sweet. I took that crown that He had given to me and I laid it at my Savior’s feet.

Then I stood to my feet as others had done, and then received His very best.

When I heard Jesus, say “well-done good and faithful servant, now enter my Father’s rest.”

The New Chance: His Love

How have you reacted to the murder of Jesus Christ? Did you laugh when you heard? Cry? Ignore? Or have you taken the chance that His death on the cross and subsequent resurrection affords you?

Evilness, corruption and disarray,
The world is full of it today.

Yet He was loving, compassionate and filled with care,
When I was so ignorant and stuck in sin’s lair.

He endured nails, blood and shame,
While I laughed at His terrible but patient pain.

Before the death He said, “I shall rise from the grave, I will,”
And His covenant He did fulfill.

He loved us, He cared for us and saved you and I,
And now I’ll take the new chance of His love and turn from Satan’s desperate cry.

How Can I Love Jesus More?

A question from a concerned reader.

Love is never centered in the external things we do, but in the longing of the heart. The Pharisees read and memorized many books of the Scriptures, prayed long prayers, fasted two times a week, and strictly adhered to all of the religious requirements that they had been taught, but they did not love God. It is great to read the Bible and pray, to sing and praise, and to do all of the other external aspects of religion, but only if we first love God.

Jesus said of the Jewish leaders of His day that the people honor Him with their lips but their heart is far from Him (Matthew 15:7-9). Love towards God is making God the object of one’s affections in the heart. The first and great command is to love God with all of our hearts. As we draw our hearts towards our God, the heart’s desires for sin will weaken.

You ask how you can love Jesus more.

Love is a command in Scripture. Love is drawing our hearts into another. We grow in love as we draw our hearts towards our Savior. We long for Him.

We seek to be with Him. We treasure His company. We meditate on His words. We adore Him. We thank him from the heart. We spend quality time with Him. We do not see Him as the means to something else, but He Himself is the special treasure we seek.

May Jesus become the love of your life, your joy, and delight. If you draw your heart to Him, you will gain a treasure that will supersede the passing pleasures of sin.

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Paradise Vs Pleasure

God forgive us when we leave your side
When we hop on that haunting black ride.

Only to hop right back off again
Returning to you asking forgiveness of sin.

It seems to be an ongoing routine
There’s still filth in our life Lord and we want to be clean.

However these are choices that you give us to make.

For Heaven’s sake . . . literally speaking
What is it that we’re actually seeking?
A life with you or a life of our own selfish desires.

As we continue helping Satan stoke them fires.

When will we recognize this and actually turn . . . for good.

As we should . . . and I know we all mess up that’s very clear.

But when we continue to do the same things over and over again it’s like we show no fear.

No reverence for the one who made us
The one who said he’d never forsake us
The one who felt as though he was forsaken.

Hanging on the cross after the beating he had taken.

Lord give us eyes to see the flesh being torn from your body with each unforgiving strike.

Lord gives us ears to hear your cries so that we may know what it was like.

Lord give us a heart that will feel the excruciating pain that you willingly felt
Lord show us that we are those Romans carrying out the punishment dealt.

Will we scoff at you as one did or will we ask that you remember our name?
When we make that decision to follow you Lord our lives should never be the same.

Eternal paradise or temporary pleasure?

Which one do you really treasure?

Silent Words Are Useless

I’ve got my opinions as any other;
Hopefully, I’ll be clear and you’ll understand that our silent words are useless –

For the trees will willingly clap their hands.

The one true God spoke into existence
the birds, fishes, plants, mammals, Earth and all forms of life including . . .
Humble beginnings of Mankind’s birth.

The sound of our individual voices
is something that God covets and enjoys;

He wants our unadulterated praise verbalized with heartfelt, cheerful, and celebratory noise.

Our real outward expressions of faith
for acknowledging His holy ways
can only be accomplished via . . .
Sincere, loving and audible praise.

So open your mouth during Church worship and praise Him without doubt!
For your silent words are useless –
Causing even the rocks . . . to cry out.

The Fall In Each Person’s Life

This,is an example of a human life..

When and how it happen.
But never knew why it did…
Playing in the whiten pure snow,
Feels free with no darkness and envy,
Spins your body around with ease,
No pain,
No stress,
Until the year of your age pass,
The curiosity,
The confusion,
The smoke and thick clouds surrounds you,
The whiten snow in which you are stepping on turns dry,
Piece by piece inside you starts to die,
The ground cracks and you fall,
Fall and fall,
The lights fades further away,
Don’t know where to grab,
Don’t know where to stay,
Cannot run, cannot hide,
Because the darkness, are already inside,
Too alone to scream,
Should you still now follow your dream?
You stumped into a dark pitch forest,
None colour of white,
Not even a beam of light,
You stand up,
Try to find a way out,
No clue of how many years passed,
The pain,
The torture,
The sadness,
You gave up,
Struggled to get use to it,
Then,
A loud roar you heard,
A light of flame you see,
What is it going to be?
You run towards,
You see,
A humongous dragon,
Firing the forest,
The light you have not seen for so long,
No weapon to fight,
But the determination becomes your shield,
And your bravery becomes your armor,
It is never meant to slay,
You run and climb on to it,
controls it,
and made it fly,
Fly and find where you have fallen,
Fly into the sky and you try,
to fight more for freedom..
To fulfill your life with justice,
while you fly up high
you see,
All the stupidity,
the ignorant of human nation,
which cannot be stopped unless they know what pain is,
is that what it called eternity?
You defeated the darkness and you finally fly,
maybe its not darkness,
but a blessing in disguise….

Dust And Destiny: A Reminder That We’re Here Is No Accident.

God formed the first man
From the dust,
As an earthen vessel of clay,
Then blew in his nostrils
The breath of life,
His image to set on display.

As a Master Artist
Shows his passion for life,
On canvas, gold, silver or stone,
So the Lord demonstrated
His wisdom and love,
By not leaving His vessel alone.

The Maker gazed
At earth, water and sky,
At all living things He had created,
But of all the great creatures
That He had made,
In mankind He was pleased and elated.

Some say we are here
By random chance,
Without purpose or reason or rhyme,
But I know the Lord God
Fashioned my life,
Long before the beginning of time.

So you can choose
To think that life,
Is a product of happenstance,
But I will choose
To believe in the God,
Of new life and second chance.

A Sheep Among Wolves

They led Him away bound with chains,
To the mob gathered by the High Priest,
The ones who the very night before,
Celebrated the Passover feast.

He faced off against His accusers alone,
For His friends had forsaken and fled,
The High Priest deemed Him deserving of death,
Long before any words had been said.

The leaders thought they were in control,
That by killing Christ they would soon win,
Blind to the fact that they were on trial,
And that they were condemned in their sin.

They angrily questioned Him and accused,
Claiming blasphemy, treason and lies,
While He spoke not a word to defend Himself,
For He knew He was pure in God’s eyes.

They cried out, “Are You the Son of God?”
Jesus said, “You say rightly I am.”
By those words He sealed His destiny,
Of becoming God’s sacrifice Lamb.

The God who created all mankind,
Chose to lay down His life to atone,
And endured the penalty for our sin,
So that we would not face death alone.

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A Sinner Like Me

Pushing this flesh into alignment,
guided by The Word most holy and pure,
I’m striving to learn principles
for a sanctified life to endure.

My Lord loves me without hesitation
and allowed a part of Himself to die.
He’s calling me homeward without reservation;
by His Spirit, to His side, I’ll eventually fly.photo-1445964047600-cdbdb873673d

Knowing I’m a child of His,
during trying times I find true encouragement.
I’m able to lean on His strength
while in search of heavenly ascent.

Stumbling forward with pained progress,
I’ve chosen to turn myself towards Thee.
On Your path, lit by spiritual Light, I’m hoping…
That You will still forgive… a sinner like me.

Drugged and Delivered

This is not just a poem, but a true life story of an anonymous sister who decided to share her story with the world.

I was once living in a world of drugs
Smoking and drinking not caring who I was
The devil had my life and a good hold on me
I was fighting a battle that I just couldn’t see

I smoked all day and I smoked all night
I prayed when I finished because I knew it wasn’t right
But soon as I got money I started again
Not realizing I was lost in sin

I still prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ
Praying that the Lord would change my life
My family turned their backs on me
My children’s dad he just let me be

So I stayed away doing my thing
Smoking and drinking every day the same
I lost everything that I ever had
My life started to look really bad

But one day the Lord had mercy on me
He answered my prayers and he set me free
I’m filled with the Holy Ghost and speaking in tongues
and now I have the power to make that dirty old devil run