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 ©

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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 ©                                                

 

 

Why me God?

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As I closed the door to my hotel room tonight,  I couldn’t help asking the question “why me God?” I was shaking off the bitter cold night from my leather jacket and crawling into a warm bed. I’ve done nothing in my life that justifies my being warm while so many live homeless outside in the cold. Some of them innocent children, without a choice in the matter. What have I done for any one of them? I wear a cross around my neck. My conscience shines a light that brings tears to my eyes tonight. Yet, I know my tears won’t do a damn thing to help. I feel like the many hypocrites out there, calling themselves Christians. The ones who think prayers alone will call Jesus down to perform his work & give warmth to those shivering in the cold. It makes me feel shame because this cross I wear, it’s only a name tag indicating that I do work here. Gods work isn’t done by hands that fold together in prayer alone. Hands must be used to reach out & do the work that needs to be done. Someone’s prayers went unanswered tonight because I didn’t use my hands to carry donations of blankets or clothes to a place where they could find them. No wonder so many lose faith in God. I’d like to find redemption by never forgetting the shame I feel inside my heart tonight.

                                                                                                                            1Love!

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 ©

3birds beat the sucka M.g

This mix tends to twist in a list of shit that switched like day and night. Demise to rise despite the eyes that judge my right. to fucking make it in this fucked up kinda scene….like A in me to b success with you right in between…Leave!!! Leave the shit to be gotten…leave it to grown….you want this blessed assure the rest, just walk the fuck on home. Alone in this you got me stressed and feeling like… just feel like saying a prayer….

Despite the many layers playing roles within my night….So many trees tween the sun and me, I just want to see the light. I’ll be alright. Just tired of it. And she made me smile….so you can’t touch me…I win! 1LOVE!