Talent Unburied

Last night my pastor spoke on Proverbs 1:22-33. The words really pierced my heart. I realize that I have neglected the ways of the Lord for a season and have embraced my foolishness. This is basically my response to the message. It moved me greatly. I have been chastised and I long to correct this situation. Will I continue to love foolishness And the greatest opportunity miss? How long will I ignore His calling? Unaware that into destruction I am falling Lord, please do not forsake me! Laugh not at my calamity. I recognize my simplicity Oh please have mercy on me. I dont want to die on the vine Seeking not your will but mine Refusing to be healed by your touch I need your guidance oh so much A foolish virgin filled with regret Locked outside for the qualifications I'd not met With a little nap and folded hands I removed myself from your plan Oh Lord,  I hope it's not too late For you my part to reinstate My God I ask, when you pass by Please hearken unto my...

So recently I've tried my hand at something a little different. Sometimes my poems go so long because I'm trying to tell a story or give a lesson.  So I thought why not just write a story and make it rhyme along the way. So here is my first attempt. Please leave me any feedback. I want to hear from you!!                    For Each A Jewel Listen closely child and I’ll tell you a little tale. It’s about two princesses; two very different girls. The lived their lives as normal girls would. Their lives were very good. Not much in common did they have… except for wearing crowns, as any princess should. The first princess was a beauty, though this tale is not of looks. It’s not your ordinary tale I’m weaving. You won’t find this in other books. Princess 1, as we will call her, was a happy girl indeed. And who wouldn’t be if you had a crown like hers, com...

Words are our weapon What a powerful sword we wield There is no armour against them No defense, no shield There's no recovery from its scars No clotting for the bleeding Whether the word is spoken Or it's a document for reading With words we shape our children We build up friends or tear them down Even the smallest phrase Can free a mind or keep them bound Be careful how you use them For once it's drawn there's no going back Use your weapon wisely And not always for attack 6/24/15