Dear Jesus I love her

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Dear Jesus Forgive me
I feel lost and alone
I’ve brought tears to my woman
I’ve abandoned my home

she’s the light in my darkness
I’m the pain in her night
she’s the hand I hold onto
guide me to be her light

I could never go on Lord
She’s my reason to live
she’s the one I will fight for
everything I will give

just to hold her up high Lord
I will die by her side
please protect her and love her
in Your word I’ll abide ©

And It Goes

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just because I never complain
don’t mean I ain’t
been hit by the train
and if you ever did see me
so thoughtful for long
don’t believe I ain’t said
I was right when I’s wrong

mr tell me becomes
of a man without sin
never tried just to lose
never died for his friends

still you look at my smile
and profile such a scene
ain’t no man with no worry
thumbin’ rides through a dream

just because in my troubles
my face never shows
to the Lord on that train
my hurt waves
and it goes©

Now I lay me down to sleep

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Now I lay me
down to sleep
I love you God
my love runs deep
but if I go before I wake
I’m scared from
all the good I take

inside the day
when I get rest
ashamed I didn’t
do my best
so bitter cold
inside I’m warm
while others die
beyond my door

It bothers me
I pay my rent
from working hard
I’m not content
so many times
while drinking beers
alone inside
I’m cryin’ tears

I need you now
this hurt it grows
to ease my sadness
find my roads

I have your heart
but lack true wealth
that comes through
feeding someone else ©

चित्रकारको- The Artist

-Questlove ©2014 Artist : Edward McMillan

-Questlove ©2014
Artist : Edward McMillan

To be an artist. To create an audible or visual mark upon this world that expresses who we are. Art is sacred because it proves the existence of a God given soul. It signifies the dark roads or lost highways we’ve walked. Every voice behind a microphone and each time an artist picks up a brush , the silent hallways and empty canvases come alive with poetry that flows straight from the artist’s soul. It tells us how they feel and who they are. All that is needed is a starting point. With that, they leave their mark on this world forever. Without that starting point, the many songs of yesterday, the Mona Lisa would only exist within the souls of mortal men. Men with names easily forgotten by the hands of time. A man becomes an artist when his soul meets his canvass. Much like art, who we are to this world is a mixture of two components: what we have and what we do with it. 

Dear Jesus,
I ask that you shelter me from blindness
bless me with continual vision
let me know my own reflection
as a work of your art
please guide my actions in a way
that allows me to be your perpetual mark
In me, let the lost find proof of your work

upon this canvass of life
let my intentions paint your glory
guide my voice to a song of love
Lord, bless me with the courage
to be an exhibition of your mastery
for I care not if this world forgets my name
so long as I help them to remember yours.

                       Amen ©                                                

 

 

Tomorrows child

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I’m a man of stone
in a world of bad

tasted smiles so sweet
wasted good I’ve had

Lord I’m feeling old
help me walk the miles

help me pave the road I know
must raise tomorrows child

I was just a boy
learning how to fly

only yesterday
my cowboy ways could never die

now I’m letting go
help me walk the miles

to replace the seeds I’ve sewn
and raise tomorrows child

Lord I’ve thrown the rocks
and I’ve stole the signs

in this great big world
I’ve spent my days just doin’ time

but before I go
help me right the wrong

help me fix the holes I know
I’ve made that don’t belong

It’s a sin upon
such a weary mind

many different roads
I’ve lost my way and left em’ blind

but before I go
let me leave a smile

help me pave the road I know
must save tomorrows child

Lord I know the seeds I’ve sewn
must raise tomorrows child  ©

carmen Deo meo

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In spite the way I’m livin’
I’m still givin’ what I can
give me strength in my tomorrow
with the mercy of your hand
if I have to beg and borrow
Lord protect me through my day
in your light I’ll see no sorrow
in your love I’ll find my way

please forgive me when I’m lonely
and the only thought’s I have
seem to be of what I need
while others bleed and suffer bad
let my heart be just as giving
to the one who walks alone
let the light you give my heart be
someone’s friend and walk them home

when I’m looking for an answer
in a bottle let me pray
let me be the love I ask for
help me do your work today
in your mercy please forgive me
for my weakness give me strength
in your light I’ll be tomorrow
with your love I’ll find my way ©

It’s your love that takes me in

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You know I’ve held onto my money
and I’ve spent my every dime
cross
the tracks that lead to nowhere
chased my dreams across the sky

found a crippled man was walkin’
bought
a running man new shoes
seen
 a poor man never talkin’

watched a rich one sing the blues

But when I’ve had enough
there’s nothing I can do
when the rain won’t stop
it gets hard to wear my shoes
lookin’ out my window
I just can’t find a friend
it’s my love that keeps me walkin’
it’s your love that takes me in

I took a ride into the city
got broken down across the line
walked beside the kids with nothing
I’ve been rich without a dime
met the lost man by the dozen
been a free man doing time
got the truth from who I trusted
looked in the mirror and told some lies

But when I’ve had enough
there’s nothing I can do
when the rain won’t stop
it’s so hard to wear my shoes
lookin’ out my window
when I just can’t find a friend
it’s my love that keeps me walkin’
it’s your love that takes me in ©

  

I’m gonna fly away

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One of these mornings
I’m gonna just fly away
like a bird with no warning
not a word left to say
when the winter has fallen
and the sinner in me
softly hears Jesus calling
honey that’s where I’ll be

It’s a window we look through
in the hearts that we hold
and two ears that wont listen
to the stories we’re told
like the dogs when they’re barking
in the coldness of night
and the eyes of my women
in the love of my life

Don’t you wonder about me
if you’re looking outside
in the nights before morning
when you think you can hide
I’ll be frost on the window
whispering softly I’ll say
don’t you worry about me
love we all fly away

One of these mornings
I’m gonna just fly away
like a bird with no warning
not a word left to say
when the winter has fallen
and the sinner in me
softly hears Jesus calling
honey that’s where I’ll be ©

It is what LOVE does

 

It is what LOVE does, that in each day upon a sunset…

Did I guide one lost, those burdened?? In my bed? Its answers come to me & I feel it…if someone is hurting… did I forget? Cause its dark outside, did I give light where its needed….hear a grown baby crying… did I show love to feed it? Is light what is given, when its me that don’t see it. Delete someones evil, protecting a child …use the sunshine to beat it, with the light of my smile.  You know our walk in this path can be troubled. Its such struggle to learn within sadness. To study acts of JOHN, do I know what it teaches, do we remember these lessons… while nobody preaches? Everything is, as it was or ever shall be. Wouldn’t it be like JESUS chose them, How about you or me? We look for “they” within today.

Its been joy like sunlight in times that design minds to destroy us. In GOD I trust but thrust into a world called dark… flammable gas from trash that spits tomorrows out like little kids in poverty… it implodes within wisdom ,  ignoble explode in sorrows t.n.t… But, in regards to my life or to my wealth, what I have or what I thought it to be…

I’ve got a joy because my brother walks with me.

I haven’t lost him in a war that cost him not being here. I’ve hurt and helped he is myself because what was to be…The yesterdays presuppositions of tomorrow….I hold less sorrow, I still can see because I’ve got my brother watching out for me. No accident, not paying rent can end the bonds that keep joy from truly absconding me. To a brother that counts tomorrows time like 2013 dimes before they drop, It has to stop .

I cannot explain the worth and gold that can’t unfold because my punk ass brother. Knowing what is to me like undoing destiny… erasing anything good You judge me to be…

It wouldn’t ever of been shit, without a good brother to walk next to me. ©

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Jesus carried our sins, died for them. He died for loving us…that cross, thats us …..HE was showing us how important love is. so we never die for being his image…for love  he gave us in our hearts….as a Christian, we shall never be a cross to others, because they love us, JESUS did that so we didn’t have to. We must give love, never take….all we could take, is the joy of loving us, from our own love…friends value….validation….money burned, drop the walled off plantations…feed GODs children, holding mama earth down..commercials africa starve…mans inventions put us off phonecalls…u hangup 1st..knowing when to speak, how to know tones etc…so we corrospond…but lose touch. GODS creations force us to share,to love is to be part of something bigger than you, man makes ipods, charging battery…it makes you, a part of them, gps, money, it breaks….GODS doesn’t break, if they could take the sun, take the moon &stars away,only to burn fossil fuel powered shittier renditions…they would…would walk this earth, getting cancer from radiation, that white hummmmmmm noise those stars emit at night…and while counting the gold of an idiot…angry at the world, asking why do I hate everything???? I won’t ever say they did that becAUSE they thought theyre version was better…..im saying….they don’t give a shit…so long as your check clears….lust for gold….addicted to the wrong dough….money is GODS LOVE…thats currency I can take to the bank peep. And I LOVE You ! A