Tribute To The Supernatural Power Of God

The spirit realm has shifted,
I know ‘cuz I felt first-hand,
The heaviness that was lifted,
I know you know,
That only prayer,
Could have moved it outta there.

The search began,
For an obscure door,
High and low,
Near and far,
Only to be found,
Right under my nose.

It was destroyed,
Wholly wiped out,
No hesitation,
Not a bit of doubt.

And wow!
Right away,
The first domino fell,
And that was the beginning,
Of the end of this hell.

Every day,
Another piece to the puzzle,
More and more things,
Turn one-eighty,
Yes the script has flipped,
They’ve been muzzled,
It’s only a matter of time,
Before there’s nothing left,
Of their heinous crime.

Envision Something Sensational (It’s Not About Coffee)

Caffeine dream,
You’re being hunted,
Caffeine dream,
You’re being pursued.

Caffeine so warming and awakening,
Perfect following a dream,
Where time was spent,
Away vacationing.

Caffeine dream,
You’re needed now,
Caffeine dream,
The only word for you is wow.

Caffeine is addicting,
And the dream you are,
Is a happy place,
An amazing grace.

Caffeine dream,
You’re in high demand,
Caffeine dream,
With you I stand.

Caffeine courses through veins,
Like a shooting star,
And in a dream you can swing,
From that star by a string.

Caffeine dream,
You’re an essential,
Caffeine dream,
You’re needed for survival.

Caffeine gives off energy,
And when it’s been spent,
That gives way to a dream,
Soothing and serene.

Caffeine dream,
You’re everything,
Caffeine dream,
Without you there’s nothing.

Caffeine lack,
Can cause a wicked withdrawal,
From which a dream can pick you up,
And fully revive you.

Caffeine dream,
You’re found now,
Caffeine dream,
You’ll be retained somehow.

I Don’t Even Like The Ocean But Whatever

I saw a river rage,
Right into the sea,
Then radiate,
Serenity.

My soul was calmed,
As if it had,
Just read a Psalm,
I went from mad to glad,
In two-point-two.

That salty air,
Found only there,
It seemed to care,
It took from my mouth,
The unholy swear,
And from my eyes,
The unseemly glare.

Loud motors roared,
From racing boats,
And the water then,
It seemed to gloat,
“Aren’t I just,
So powerful?
Like a cat-5 gust,
Give me an hour,
And your heart will be full,
And about to bust”.

“Full,
Instead of hollow,
You’ll gain sweetness and love,
Instead of being shallow”.

Oh, that hits!
Hits me square in the heart,
It left its mark,
And how it smarts!

Now here it is,
After dark,
I pace up and down,
And though it’s took all day,
I’ve lost the frown.

I hear waves lapping,
At the shore,
And I feel a dark power,
Walk away,
Forever more.

It’s replaced with a light,
That’s come to me this night,
My head feels hazy,
And I bet it sounds crazy,
But I’ve got back my might,
And stand ready to fight.

(I Couldn’t Have) ……….But He Could And He Did

If it were me,
I would have fled,
Before a single,
Drop was shed.

The power was there,
To disappear,
But that guy doesn’t get scared,
So it didn’t take long,
Before he was,
Beyond repair.

If it were me,
None of us would be free,
No way would I,
Have born such misery.

Dripping blood,
And crunching bones,
Torn up flesh,
By whips and stones,
Degrading and shaming,
In inhumane tones.

If it were me,
I’d have run back home,
And left the world,
To die without,
A chance to atone.

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So He was dead,
And had a tomb,
Instead of a bed,
Some people cried,
When he died,
Then almost had,
A heart attack,
When He shocked them all,
By coming back.

A super-sized stone,
Was rolled away,
‘Til again He saw,
The light of day,
And with that for us,
All debts accrued,
By sin got paid.

Narrow Is The Way

You’re on the narrow path,
Be proud of it,
It’s the hardest way,
And few there be that find it.

It’s a rough street to travel,
And you mustn’t deviate,
Or your life will end,
At the entrance to,
The wrong gate.

Pearls and gold,
Beat out torture and fire,
So I wouldn’t purposely provoke,
The Lord’s ire.

You’ll be the outcast,
Be expecting that,
But no worries,
Though they can’t see it,
You already have them outclassed.

You’ll lose the ones,
On which you thought you could depend,
Be expecting that,
But don’t pretend,
Just to have them call you friend,
Keep in mind,
That what you stand for,
Will be worth it in the end.

You’ll be called boring,
Though your days,
Are full to overflowing,
Be expecting that,
And be glad your brain,
Isn’t like theirs….. slow-going.

The Invisible Ones

The misfits mesh with me,
I like that fire,
Strong as a sting,
From a honey bee.

It doesn’t get quenched,
It can quiet,
But hidden embers,
Are always there,
Waiting to stir the air.

The misfits mesh with me,
The freaks and the geeks,
So much more desirable,
Than the cool ones,
Whose lips leak cheek.

Their hair has flair,
They mean what they say,
Their speak isn’t weak,
No matter what,
Day of the week,
Or what mood,
Churns in their gut.

The misfits mesh with me,
I see their personality,
Making others hide and flee,
But it makes me laugh with glee.

It’s so delightful,
And I don’t care,
Who toward them is spiteful,
That sarcasm,
With me won’t cause a chasm.

The misfits mesh with me,
And for this I am not sorry,
Rather than full of things angry,
Their eyes hold pain,
And are starry.

The difference between,
Them and the popular,
Is really nothing,
Except which demons and such,
Bother them much.

Fruit

**********

The chains are there,
Invisible as air,
Weighing me down like a boulder,
Too heavy for my shoulders.

**********

Now the chains are breaking,
Falling to the ground,
Causing a good sound shaking,
It’s like everyone should feel,
The Earth quaking,
But they can’t,
It’s only me,
As I’m being set free.

The chains rage as they rattle,
They know they’ve lost the battle,
They’d been having fun,
Thinking they’d won,
‘Til I found a new weapon,
And taught them a lesson.

The chains are fastened strong,
And have been there all along,
How they leave no marks,
When they’re starved off,
Is as yet an unsolved mystery.

The chains trick,
The chains deceive,
So good at what they do,
Until they’re seen through,
Now it’s game over,
I’ve learned a slick trick of my own,
That makes them break quick.

Peace must reside,
Where I abide,
Wrath will be felt,
Until the last,
Is in my past,
Good-bye to the bondage,
And hello to the freedom,
Bought for me,
By the bloodshed that happened,
On Calvary.

**********

The chains were there,
Depriving me of air,
But freedom has me light as a feather,
And tough as leather.

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Holy Ghost Power

Why did I bother?
Why did I care?
The Spirit led me there.

Why did I bother?
Why did I do it?
The Spirit talked me into it.

Why did I bother?
Why did I feel nudged?
The Spirit knew I had misjudged.

Why did I bother?
Why did I hold out?
The Spirit told me it’d work out.

Why did I bother?
Why did I say that?
The Spirit doesn’t like doormats.

Why did I bother?
Why did I go then?
The Spirit showed me a lion’s den.

Why did I bother?
Why did I ignore the pain?
The Spirit would gain.

Why did I bother?
Why did I go full steam ahead?
The Spirit erased my dread.

Why did I bother?
Why did I grind to a halt?
The Spirit sensed a fault.

Why did I bother?
Why did I feel checked?
The Spirit sensed a coming wreck.

Why did I bother?
Why did I not shake it?
The Spirit knew I needed help to make it.

Why did I bother?
Why did I have such an inkling?
The Spirit was controlling my thinking.

Why did I bother?
Why did I quit things in Satan’s compliance?
The Spirit severed that alliance.

Why did I bother?
Why did I feel such fire?
The Spirit gave me the desire.

Why did I bother?
Why did I back down?
It would make the Spirit frown.

Color Scheme

Purple like a bruise,
Just starting to heal,
Red like a wound,
Just starting to seal,
Pink like the scar,
Left from the wound,
White like the skin,
Where now from bruises it’s clear.

Black like the fear,
When demons come near,
Yellow like the cheer,
When angels appear,
Silver like the bullets,
To take out the demons,
Gold like the crowns,
That from the angel’s heads are gleaming.

Blue like the fields,
Found around Kentucky,
Green like the clover,
That is rare but lucky,
Orange like the flames,
That can obliterate the fields,
Brown like the death,
When winter takes over the clover.