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November 26, 2005

Dance with Me…

 

Take my hand, and lead the way

Dance with me; I say

For my Prince, the Lover of my soul

Enlightens my heart in every way

 

Take my hand, and lead the way

Make my smile once again

Compliment me with your masculine grace

Allow my heart’s beat to start the pace

 

Take my hand, and lead the way

Towards a future that’s unknown

Filled with trials and smiles, meaningful

But with you, my life is ok

 

Take my hand, and lead the way

Dance with me; I say

Dance with me, until it’s yet another day…

In my eyes

 

In my eyes I see people struggling in the street

In my eyes I see souls hungry for spiritual meat

In my eyes I see pain; frustrating in their eyes

In my eyes I see emptiness; dripping with tears

In my eyes there’s no love;

for love has waxed cold

In my eyes I see no love;

for it once was young and now it’s old

In my eyes, where’s hope, others long to feel inside

In my eyes, it’s gone,

flushed away and replaced with man’s pride

In my eyes where’s the saints,

who will pray for someone else’s need

In my eyes they are too busy worrying about how fast their gifts can succeed

In my eyes lies Christ who suffered

and redeems all to come to Him

In my eyes it is Christ who can only save them.

Controlled by God

I thought my life was controlled by me
Decisions I made in my life would sustain me
I walked my walk and set myself free
Everything around me, was about me
Until the day I found out this reality
That this life I was living is only a dream
Because in reality The Christ who reigns in my being
Controlled my life anyway; no matter what things seemed
So I let go and let God move rapidly
And begin to beg and pled while on bended knee
"Lord make my life the way you want it to be..."
"...And I promise to follow you into eternity"
So I followed and follow him all the days in my life
Now God's granted me permission to be someone's wife
We dream big of life and serving the Lord...
Of Faith and of Family; of being one with the Lord
And then a child dreamed by me was taken from me
For God's purpose unrevealed, but by Faith I believe
 I conceived, but God saw what I could not see
Unrevealed yet unquestioned because God controlls me

 

Are you a part of that Left-Behind Crew?

Are you a part of that Left-Behind crew?

Stuck and have been struck by deception-

Have you been misled and taught lies of untruth,

Undoubtedly running from that eternal-correction?

Are you ministering to other church folk, when your own life needs the correcting?

Will you be left-behind, soul-crying in the hell- hot fi-ya-ya, screaming for Christ to save your soul from eternal damnation?

 

Are you a part of that Left Behind crew?

You know, the ones who'll experience the Beast of Beast?

Will you be a part of that crew mobbed deep feastin at the table of misbelief?

Do you know Christ- Christ the Messiah, King of Glory who resides on THE throne?

Or, will you think you know you have a friend in Satan, when you realize you are alone?

 

Are you a part of that Left-Behind crew, or are you a Last Day soldier?

Or a part of the elect- chosen ones- the new generation called to bring the Gospel to an gospeless-world?

 

 

Identity

 

It took me a while to identify the person that lies within;

the person that was who I wanted to be; the person that is me. And when I found the person that I knew I wanted to be, I sought to seek greater things that would set my soul free; that freedom is what I longed for indeed; the freedom to be this beautiful woman and be who I could be fully; I then reached into my pocket and pulled out a key; to the locket that was stashed away and set to be that way perminately. People who wanted to get closer I would pull they further away; I would make them stay at a distance because my heart and mind was afraid; Then when I looked up I asked God to show me where love was hidden; And he pointed to the cross and reminded me of how His son had risen; for Love and that was it! How could a man love me and give away his breath so I could breathe? How then, in all of my wrong doing, could I be blessed and learn freedom indeed? I am thankful for all of God is- it doesn't matter what things I get; all that matter is my personal relationship with Him

and I promise never to take it for granted!

 

 

My bible is written in red…

 

Pondering on the thoughts that lie within

My mind goes back to the blood that was shed for my sin

He sought death that would then bring me life

While intensely saving my soul and paying that price

Spiritually increases that reign

from my Heavenly Supreme

Overflowing, “I did not deserve” blessings

that were sweet like cookies in cream

Jesus, the only one who read to me in red

Beat death and brought life;

and so instead of death I heard what he said

Cleansing and renewing my mind

in each page I seem to read

Now tell me if this bible is written in black and white?

No Indeed.

 

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