You cant seem to remember the last time you were happy. Your life is shattered, fragments in time that mock you and the dreams you had. Your heart is bleeding yet your mouth is plastered in a plastic smile that doesnt reach your eyes. At night you cry in bed, because you dont know how you will get through the next day, week, month or year. Your bills are pilling up, your always borrowing never lending. Then you have that job you hate, that doesnt fuel your dreams nor adequately pay your bills.sumtimes you fear it will all come crashing down.
Give it all to Jesus, those doubts, those broken shattered dreams, that broken heart. Lay it at the cross. No Jesus is not a magician. He wont make your trouble go away. But he can change things around for you if it's in his will for you. He can part the seas for you like he did the Egyptians. He can provide sustainance for you. He is the mender of broken hearts, the creator of romance. All silver and gold are his.
So dont give up, trade up to the love that never fails and a hope that never dies. He stands his arms open wide, a symbol of the cross, ready to recieve you and love you. Jesus doesnt promise to take your problems away but he promises to be there through the storms. God will never give you more then you can endure and he will always provide a way. Put your trust in him because he is the rock that cant be shaken, the love that keeps giving eternally and the master planner that has a plan for your life.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
You play
You think you’re smooth,
And want to make a play for my heart.
Boy, you think your good but can you play?
I'm not looking for a boy who wants to play snakes and ladders with my heart.
That’s a game of chance,
You may win or lose no one knows.
This ain't a game of cha mama and cha baba.
We try to play house and if it succeeds well and good
But if not its goodbye.
Boy, you got to have a strategy on how to get me and keep me!
It's a game of chess where objective is to capture my heart
And always keep me on checkmate.
The rules?
The rules are God's rule.
You got to know your word because those are the only rules that apply.
So my question is,
Can you play?
And want to make a play for my heart.
Boy, you think your good but can you play?
I'm not looking for a boy who wants to play snakes and ladders with my heart.
That’s a game of chance,
You may win or lose no one knows.
This ain't a game of cha mama and cha baba.
We try to play house and if it succeeds well and good
But if not its goodbye.
Boy, you got to have a strategy on how to get me and keep me!
It's a game of chess where objective is to capture my heart
And always keep me on checkmate.
The rules?
The rules are God's rule.
You got to know your word because those are the only rules that apply.
So my question is,
Can you play?
Friday, April 30, 2010
conversations with God
I had a dream where I was having a conversation with God. I was actually complaining, saying I don’t know why some people are so extraordinary yet I am so average. I told God you bless some people with everything. Money, talent, ambition etc.
God looked at me and “said take my hand, child”. He led me to a room with a huge treasure chest and told me open it. I thought I'd find gold or silver. Something to make me stand out from the crowd.
I was surprised at what I found. The treasure chest was deep so I couldn’t see everything. There was a sling with five stones, a net, a wooden staff, some scrolls, a makeup bag, a jaw bone, a Technicolor coat, a basket with five small fish and five small loaves of bread among other things.
I turned to God and asked, “why are you showing me these? I want something that will make me extraordinary. Not this boring things that cant help me.”
“Patience my child,” God told me. “The right thing in the right hands can turn someone from the ordinary person they were to an extraordinary person who can achieve a great purpose.”
He pointed at various items.
“David used the sling with five stones to kill Goliath the giant fierce warrior of the philistines.
Samson used the jawbone of a donkey to kill hundreds of philistines.
Moses used a wooden staff to strike water from a rock and to perform other miracles for the Israelites.
Esther used her beauty to save the people of Israel.
Joseph used his dreams to save the nation of Egypt from hunger and ultimately his family.
The disciples used their skills as fishermen to feed Jesus the messiah.
The small boy gave all of his lunch to the disciples and this was turned into food for a crowd of thousands.
Paul used his writing skills to write letters of encouragement to people and the churches and ultimately become the author of two thirds of the New Testament.”
God said to me, “what turns someone into an extra-ordinary person is using what they have to do the best they can for me.”
He told me, “open your hands and look what’s in them.”
I opened my hands. In one hand I found pen and paper and in the other hand a basket of fruits.
I asked God, “what does this mean?”
God said, “the pen and paper is your talent which you can use to turn from the ordinary to extraordinary. The fruits are a symbol of the fruits of the Holy Spirit. They will help you achieve your purpose.”
After that I woke up and pondered on what I had seen in my dream. I realised that I was the one holding myself from being extraordinary. So I prayed and told God to take my hand in his and make me extra-ordinary through my talents.
RAYLITPOEMS 2010
God looked at me and “said take my hand, child”. He led me to a room with a huge treasure chest and told me open it. I thought I'd find gold or silver. Something to make me stand out from the crowd.
I was surprised at what I found. The treasure chest was deep so I couldn’t see everything. There was a sling with five stones, a net, a wooden staff, some scrolls, a makeup bag, a jaw bone, a Technicolor coat, a basket with five small fish and five small loaves of bread among other things.
I turned to God and asked, “why are you showing me these? I want something that will make me extraordinary. Not this boring things that cant help me.”
“Patience my child,” God told me. “The right thing in the right hands can turn someone from the ordinary person they were to an extraordinary person who can achieve a great purpose.”
He pointed at various items.
“David used the sling with five stones to kill Goliath the giant fierce warrior of the philistines.
Samson used the jawbone of a donkey to kill hundreds of philistines.
Moses used a wooden staff to strike water from a rock and to perform other miracles for the Israelites.
Esther used her beauty to save the people of Israel.
Joseph used his dreams to save the nation of Egypt from hunger and ultimately his family.
The disciples used their skills as fishermen to feed Jesus the messiah.
The small boy gave all of his lunch to the disciples and this was turned into food for a crowd of thousands.
Paul used his writing skills to write letters of encouragement to people and the churches and ultimately become the author of two thirds of the New Testament.”
God said to me, “what turns someone into an extra-ordinary person is using what they have to do the best they can for me.”
He told me, “open your hands and look what’s in them.”
I opened my hands. In one hand I found pen and paper and in the other hand a basket of fruits.
I asked God, “what does this mean?”
God said, “the pen and paper is your talent which you can use to turn from the ordinary to extraordinary. The fruits are a symbol of the fruits of the Holy Spirit. They will help you achieve your purpose.”
After that I woke up and pondered on what I had seen in my dream. I realised that I was the one holding myself from being extraordinary. So I prayed and told God to take my hand in his and make me extra-ordinary through my talents.
RAYLITPOEMS 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Clipped
Am grounded,
Cant fly no more,
Fallen from grace,
Wings clipped.
Cant run on divine spirit,
I used to soar,
Above the oceans and the mountains,
Mounted up like an eagle,
Flying until I could reach the heavens.
Took my eyes off the goal,
Forgot that I need the wind to fly
And tried to soar on my own.
I slipped, dipped and then tipped to the ground.
My angel wings got clipped,
Hurt I cant fly no more,
My pride is in tatters,
I have no where to turn.
Everywhere I look,
They laugh that I have fallen,
Never liked that I could soar,
Others they fly,
Not at all bothered that I am fallen.
I want to rise,
Pick my self up
But am ashamed,
Am damned
By my actions.
I want to fly again
But I don’t know how.
I need new wings,
New hope,
I cant do this on my own,
So this is my S.O.S.
Cant fly no more,
Fallen from grace,
Wings clipped.
Cant run on divine spirit,
I used to soar,
Above the oceans and the mountains,
Mounted up like an eagle,
Flying until I could reach the heavens.
Took my eyes off the goal,
Forgot that I need the wind to fly
And tried to soar on my own.
I slipped, dipped and then tipped to the ground.
My angel wings got clipped,
Hurt I cant fly no more,
My pride is in tatters,
I have no where to turn.
Everywhere I look,
They laugh that I have fallen,
Never liked that I could soar,
Others they fly,
Not at all bothered that I am fallen.
I want to rise,
Pick my self up
But am ashamed,
Am damned
By my actions.
I want to fly again
But I don’t know how.
I need new wings,
New hope,
I cant do this on my own,
So this is my S.O.S.
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