Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A Promise never Broken ..

All things work together for the good of those that love the Lord and are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

Daddy said he would stop drinkin'
long enough to see
that my world began sinkin'
when he forced pain on me

Mama sat and let
this family fall apart
she watched him force
this pain on us and thats
what broke my heart

Shantae she turned to coke
thinking all was done
i spoke to her of Christ,
about the risen one

 Theres no one left to trust
not enough love to suffice
the only thing that we could do
is turn and trust in Christ

This Jesus that is spoken of
he is the way, the truth and the light
he died for our sins, i call that love
and now i know that my paths right

I taught Daddy to believe
and Mommy to stay strong
with Jesus on our minds
our days don't seem so long

Now all i do is pray
& read his holy word
with his promise every day
his love is much preferred

This Jesus saved our lives
his blood has set us free
transformed our broken homes

into a family



Okay so this is basically a poem that I wrote for a class assignment, it was supposed to be about family issues but as you can clearly see i might have drifted off topic a little bit LOL . Anyways I wrote this poem just to show that God sticks to his word, "All things work together for the good of those that love the Lord and are called according to his purpose" as it says in Romans 8:28, it's a promise that I myself can relate to. I seen many things work in my favour when I leave it all up to Jesus, and it's just a poem basically showing you guys that if you leave yourself totally in God's disposal you will not regret it. Hope you enjoyed the poem and that this blog gives you some insight on the love of God.

- StaaaaarrBtkaay ; *

Thursday, September 9, 2010

My Hero, He Rose ..


                                 My Hero
      My hero, he died, he rose, hes mine.
      My Jesus, he chose my sins to fight.
      My life, he rescued & made right.
      My hero, he died, he rose, hes mine.
               
      My Jesus, he thought of me before himself.
      My Lord's put before all wealth.
      In sickness and in health
      For rich or for poor, hes forever welcome
      through my hearts door.
      My hero, he died, he rose, hes mine.

     His love sends invitation.
     His words call all creation.
     There is no imitation.
     My Lord bled for salvation.
     My hero, he died, he rose, hes mine.

                  - S.Btkaay ; 







Deliverance is offered us, the hero he is urging us, Salvation is exclusive to his people who have turned to trust.
- Trip Lee











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