Gwen38 Can we say "A" in Religous Studies and "B" in Business Marketing. Father GOD gets all the glory! Thank you JESUS! - October 17, 2011 add/view comments (0) |
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I don't listen to he said, she said. My thoughts don't wonder on what's in your pockets, your pants, yet what is in your head? You see your soul holds a bounty of information that's vital to me instead. What comes from your soul streams to your heart which reaches your mind which protrudes threw those eyes of yours that you "TRY" to beam at me so passionately. When the whole time I see you! I see what you're trying to hide. Hide all that pain and hurt that switches over and extends beyond frustration into an overextending obsession to prove your masculinity. I want to reach inside that place. That place where you desperately hide your torment, your conflicts, your unbearably humiliating need to hide your heart. In your own mind you believe that your proud of this! When in reality you want to love. But love gets beaten down with a baseball bat of disbelief. All this negativity contradicts and undermines your self-worth, and unconsciously try to make you feel less than a real man. When in reality you are made in Father GOD's image. GOD made you as a photo copy of himself. Fearfully and wonderfully made! Father GOD is Beautiful, Awesome, Excellent, and Extravagant GOD IS LOVE And everything you can think of that makes your heart feel good. Your Father GOD's photo copy of himself! Yet first you must believe this before all others. If a woman does not build you up to believe this run. Run from her negativity! For you are man, and your good by Princess THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS YOU
Graceful, elegant, and sweet! My soul lay steadily upon your feet. Peaceful and soooooo, oh so serene as I pray. Your glory enchantingly stays in my room all day. I feel you so close, so near. No reason for fear, but my heart beats so fast yet not. Respectfully yours as I breathe in your essence. Feel your glory work through me, touching my heart, easing my pain. Breaking me down to shame, Because I'm not like you, but I want to be. How can I make you see how real your love is to me? I want to tell all about my story. About how I prayed and you FATHER GOD, Blessed me with your glory. By Princess
A GOD LIKE MAN
SO MANY SAVED WOMEN, HOLY WOMEN OF GOD. SO MANY MEN THAT SATAN WON`T LET GO OF. WHY CAN`T THEY SEE THE LOVE OF GOD! WHY CAN`T THEY FEEL GOD`S HURTING HEART! TURNING AWAY, INSTEAD OF RUNNING TO GOD, AFRAID TO FACE GOD'S GOODNESS, YET NOT AFRAID OF SIN. FACING IT STRAIGHT ON, TAKING THEIR SIN AS BEING MEN. WHEN BEING A MAN IS TAKING ON WHAT YOU CAN`T STAND, THEN REACHING OUT FOR GOD'S HAND. WHEN A MAN FINDTH A WIFE HE FINDS A GOOD THING. BUT YOUR NOT BEING A MAN IF YOU BRING HER PAIN. FATHER GOD DOES NOT HAVE TO BEG FOR YOUR SOUL? IT WON`T BE TOO LONG BEFORE YOUR GRAY AND OLD. IF YOU MAKE IT THAT FAR! YOU KNOW HOW THESE DAYS ARE! SO OPEN UP YOUR HEART AND LET GOD IN, CLEAR YOUR MIND AND GIVE UP SIN. LET SATAN KNOW THAI HE CAN`T WIN.
BY PRINCESS
TOUCHED I was touched, touched by the pressure of love squeezing my chest up against my lungs. Barley able to breath, my heart beating harder and faster to stay alive. My thoughts roaming quickly through my mind. My body unable to move. I was touched. My eye's could not stop staring. My mouth could not close. I felt the blood rush from my fingers way down to my toes. I was touched. With watering eye's, and a breath that became hotter. As I closed my eye's, tears fell as I prayed to GOD the Father. I was touched. As my knee's buckled, I kneeled. I closed my hands to my chest and begged to be healed. I was touched. Tears flowing like a river, then there was clam. A Peaceful serenity, with you I belong. I was touched by JESUS! By Princess
STREET POLITICIANS They move around collecting drugs like a colony of ants collecting food for the winter. Only they don't store the drugs, they abuse them. Running through the streets on a marathon high. Dripping alcohol sweat stinging in their eyes. Stopping to take a puff of weed or a sniff of cocaine. But their just letting off steam! Do you know what I mean? Politicking drug dealers standing on the corner like drop's of water waiting to be absorb. Fighting for what drugs they believe are right, and to pass a bill on who's corner to steal. Even if they have to get rid of a few people for those dollar bills. There's no room for goodness sakes, or to pray for a soul for GOD to take. Because they only go by how much money they make. And theres no such thing as dying and then grow old. Anyway, that's what I'm told. The streets are no place to live. It's like a one way race track going around and around It never give's back, highs never come down! It take's from you a bit at a time. Then it's too late when it take's your mind! Some make it out I'm told. But not those who are drunk and way to old. But some do make it out that's true. I just pray to GOD that that someone will be you. By Princess
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