Lockdown number three,
It’s only for a week,
The church pastors are cowering,
Fearing the men, weak.
We should have been in training,
For a situation like this,
For the weak men and falling,
As we pray for those to stumble as they speak.
Drive out the demons,
We’ve been called to do,
Are we taught this in church?
That is a no.
Boldly ask God for guidance,
In situations that seem blue,
Are we calling on God to help us walk through?
On faith of a mustard seed,
We are calling upon you,
Stand up, speak out,
There’s something you should do.
Make our voices loud,
And make our choices bold,
Stand for something in this demonized world.
Post letters to your local MPs,
Stating what you want,
Be polite,
Do it right,
Ask them “who will stand up for us” with all your might.
For silence, these days, is consent,
Only speak to the officials “under duress”,
Don’t contract with them under stress,
Don’t just hand them what they want.
Powers in Heaven,
God’s got it fold seven,
Compared to these little things on earth that conduse and demand,
Under the evil command,
Who Intimidate and invalidate.
Don’t fall for their lies,
Don’t fall under their eyes,
Caz man, God has got your back.
Go there and ask for protection,
Find your godly connection,
Sing praise he’s made a new day.
For the time is not over,
The end is not come,
This could be a 40 year stint.
You’ve read it in the bible,
So go and get off of your bums,
Don’t turn a blind face,
Don’t be glum,
Go and find hope in the world,
Find the God lovers,
Those with God on their side,
And don’t rest until there’s a good place we can reside.
Tag: God
Parenting Woes.
Journal. Breathe. Accept. Change.
Be mindful.
But ugh the kids won’t stop screaming at me.
I can’t pick the right YouTube video to cast upon the screen.
I can’t ever be entertaining enough, unless you’re squishing me.
You don’t want the food,
You don’t want your drink,
You just sculled your bottle,
And now you’re bored of me.
Outside its wet, and too muddy,
Mummys warm clothes no longer fit,
She’s just done her back in,
The inspection is looming,
N mums got a headache.
Children, stop screaming at me.
When I place you on the floor,
Let you pick your own movie,
When I’ve left the room,
And once I’ve shut the door,
I hear your happy burbles,
And the calm, content.
Why is it that I feel shot with a guilty mummy complex.
When I’m not in the room,
Your happy babbles fill the air,
Happy with the toy in front of you,
All I wanted was to show you I care.
The backlash is harsh,
For when you’re stuck on the floor,
And I rush in to help you,
You’re asking for more.
I keep trying,
I move you,
I give you a song,
I try and engage but you won’t sing along…
You want to play,
Not with me again today,
It seems like your hearts content like before.
The mum guilt pains me,
Right here in my chest,
I know that you love me,
Am I only good for rest?
I guess I can go to God for fulfilment,
I wish I could cuddle my children for a moment,
Not sick, not angry, not screaming at me,
Not tired, not lonely,
Just a cuddle to be.
To love and to show you that I care for you,
And perhaps to lift my spirits when I’m feeling a bit blue…
So I will be disheartened,
And I will turn to God.
He’s got my fulfillment,
My contentment,
He holds the sentiment,
Ready to go.
So I shall bow my head,
And I will pray,
God send me this happiness from your heart today,
Send me some joy, that I can be glad, that my kids rely upon me when they are mad.
Months in Faith.
Learning to lean on God,
Learning to repent, apologize.
Learning to forgive,
Learning to thrive,
Under God’s eyes.
Even in good times,
Even when I’m wrong,
Forgiving those that hurt me,
Even though I feel victim of their crimes,
I’m under God’s eyes.
It’s sometimes very hard,
It’s sometimes very tough,
To forgive those without a sorry,
When they throw you in the mud.
I’m learning to repent, as soon as I do wrong,
It’s good practice in my books,
As I talk to God.
Learning to forgive them,
Keeping them in my prayers,
Those thieves that make life harder,
Spiritual warfare.
I feel God resting near me,
He’s come round for a chat,
Checkin how I’m going,
Faithful seeds he is sewing.
Little by little,
By the grace of God,
My hard works will pay off when we come face to face.
Imperfectly perfect, is how he likes me.
I will never be the son of God,
But I can pray with He.
Banishing out Satan’s influence,
In patches all over my life,
He will take an inch a mile,
Can’t give him the rope,
Don’t let him make you smile.
For once he’s got a foothold,
A sneaky little hole,
Every little thing,
Is another to have you overthrown.
So banish all the bad stuff,
Anything under his command,
Banish it with Jesus name,
Pushing it out constantly,
All the bad stuffs all the same.
Close the door,
Like Adam should have done,
He should have taught Eve too,
Never engage with the serpent,
Caz you know just what he’ll do.
He will question you,
Make you question God,
“Science has all the answers”
Do not play his game.
He will take you for a ride,
Along the common path,
Bit like sheeple in a crowd,
You gotta know when to pass.
The long hard journey ahead,
Seems lonely it’s true,
Many flake around you,
And God will make you anew.
Do not fret, do not fear,
Our God is always near,
Repent, apologize, he will forgive you at least 539 times.
No need to be perfect,
No need to mimic God,
No need for “Sunday Christians”
No need for that perfectionism appearance.
So as I’m learning,
As I go,
I have found good leaders,
Who won’t talk to or frow.
A preacher and a teacher,
A man and a lady,
The preacher to teach me His ways,
How to be a good Christian woman, she will tell me.
To open the bible,
Open at God’s request,
He will show you what you need to know,
Put the effort in and He’s got the rest.
Uncertainties.
This uneasy feeling,
In the pit of my stomach,
It can’t come out,
It leaves me reeling,
Uncertain with energy that doesn’t know where to go,
It spins off a tail,
It cuts off my flow.
It’s little, it wants to grow,
Holding it down and it’s making me frown,
My head starts to ache,
It’s getting me down,
I wiggle uneasily without making a sound.
What is this feeling?
Uncertain, new waters,
Voyaging out like I’m trying to find new headquarters,
I’m feeling lost,
A little alone,
Searching for a place that feels like home.
I look up and I pray,
I banish this feeling in Jesus name,
I was better, until I opened my eyes,
The flood gates opened and the feeling is back,
Time to pray again about that.
It’s the feeling of trickery,
The feeling of fool,
The feeling of someone lying to you,
Making you question,
Making you doubt,
In God it’s time to find a new route.
So I sit and I breathe,
I shut my eyes tight,
For now I will pray again with all my might.
No Tune.
This is a quote I’ve heard a lot lately, I’d like to write on it: God is like the sun.
I sung it as I wrote it, I hope you can pick up on it as you’re reading…
Looking up at the bright light,
Shining there, in the middle of the day,
Summers here and we get burnt,
When Winter comes we will enjoy the same rays.
But the sun is a constant one.
Always rising in the east,
Forever setting in the west,
Theres only one, constant burning sun.
Some need vitamin D, they’ll get it,
Some rising from depression, they need it,
Some coming out to play,
They’ll feel it’s warm, warming ray,
Come out from a dark place,
It will blind your eyes,
Might sear your face,
You will find it really hot,
It’s a blaze,
Its hot, hot sun rays.
Like the sun, God is constant.
Like the sun, my God is great.
Like the sun, my God helps us grow,
To some God’s got a blaze,
But to me, God’s rays are gentle,
To me, I need his grace,
To me, I bask in him all day,
To me, I need that blaze to make my base,
I can’t function with out His rays,
A day without the sun, is tricky,
I can not find my right headspace.
A day without God, is tricky,
I can not find my grace.
A day without the sun, is dreary,
A day without my God, I’ll lose my pace.
For some who have never seen my sun,
For those it might burn your face,
For you got to know how to work with it,
Or you might end up with a red faced.
So when you first pray,
Ask God for what you need.
Talk to him like he’s your best friend,
Ask him for he’s in the lead.
But there’s no wrath like the sun,
When you’re out of vitamin D,
You feel sad, alone and cold,
Motivation to the sun grows old,
Like the heat of my God won’t change,
He’s the same in n out all day,
When you lack the truth on your tongue,
Seeking him out seems quite dull.
When you begin to find the sun,
You first sit in the shade.
You might just look out your window,
Might just cover your face.
When you begin to talk with God,
You might not hear him right away,
You might just have a tiny seed of faith,
That you can just tuck away.
Then you feel the sun,
Shining on your back.
You feel the warmth blessing in the air,
You notice something is different,
You’re getting your confidence back,
And when your confident,
Soon your gardening,
In that warm, soft, gentle blaze,
The one that one that use to burn your skin,
Youre happy it’s hit your face,
Now you can see clearly,
As the old times back look bleak,
Dull, dusty and boring,
Wondering why you took so long doubting it.
The Works.
These songs are written through me,
They elevate my fingers,
As I touch and type these words,
It’s like a river flowing through me,
There is no saying where it will lead,
Much deeper than I could have gone,
These words written on my page,
Are done so with glory to God.
There is no knowing,
Where these rhymes will turn it go,
But his spirit is with me,
Everywhere I turn.
With Him by my side,
Who knows what will be next,
But I know I am covered,
By Him who saved me there.
To trust in faith,
Little by little,
Like a carpenters work,
Spinning at a wheel,
Slowly chipped away at,
Until David was revealed,
The pieces fall around me,
Ever slowly crashing down,
The chaos comes around me,
Tries to catch me out,
My relationship with God,
With the one and only source,
Of creativity and abundance,
Of our simple life force,
Is one that is whole,
It is one that is clear,
Simple cut,
Once you start catching on to terms,
Life is flowing round me,
God is by my side,
Like a dead fast pillar in an avalanche,
I can ask for help to hold on.
When God is by my side,
My knees shudder at the thought,
I stop, I pray
God show me the way
And help me not give up.
For flesh is only small,
And spirits sometimes meer,
When the avalanche is occuring,
Just make sure I ask God to be near.
He will protect me,
He will shield me from fear,
My knees may be wobbling,
But I know my God is near.
I can do things scared,
I might not do them right,
But I’m under God’s protection,
Even through the night.
Non-religious Faith
I am faithful to God,
But I’m not religious.
I talk to God,
And I’m not church goer.
And I’ve got mustard seed faith,
I will lead my children to God’s face,
I talk to God in the most ordinary way.
When I talk to God,
It’s like my best friend,
A mentoring person always at hand.
He’s got the best advice,
God likes to joke,
He makes me smile,
He gets intense,
He gets crystal clear,
He’s always got the best listening ear.
I am a God follower,
I will stand strong,
With God at my side, he’s never wrong.
Clothed in the blessings,
He’s offers us all,
He knows when to hide me,
And when I will fall,
He doesn’t always catch me,
And sometimes it hurts,
He picks up the pieces,
When sometimes I’m broke,
It takes courage,
It takes faith,
To call out to him,
To ask Him for help,
It’s not always comfortable,
Sometimes a terrible mess,
Holding space for me,
Following faithfully,
God always has the right heart place.
He will see me when I call,
He will fix me when I fall,
He will humble me at the best of times,
I am his child at all times.
I am imperfect,
I will cry,
I will be heartbroken,
I won’t lie,
Life’s not easy with God on my side,
The path is always the straight and narrow way,
I may have to fight,
And stand so tall, upright,
God will cloak me in his strength,
He will always be my place to rest,
Following God, His heart’s on my side.
Do you follow God but don’t have a church?
I would love to hear your experience, connect below.
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