The Price of the Oil

(1/25/12)

People see the outside of the alabaster box, wanting what’s inside

If they only knew the requirements, the bloodshed, the tears cried

The price to carry such a heavy weight calls for much skill

The training starts from the moment we say yes to His will

Yes to be real, yes to reveal your scars that you live with

They show where you’ve been and what you have dealt with

To walk in the shoes of the anointed, you must be prepared for the walk

Because at the end of the day people will know if your lifestyle lined up with your talk

Many don’t see the conditions, they rather have the recognition

Their greatest downfall is they don’t honor God by submission

Praying for situations to move and what’s so strange

God allows things to stay as they are yet, in the midst of it you change

Because life will grab you and take you somewhere you may not want to go

But if the rain didn’t come at some point, how would we grow?

How would we show that in the midst of darkness we can still glow?

How would we know that we can endure in spite of the winds that blow?

The promise doesn’t stop just because we must experience the pit

Trials make us stronger; therefore, we become spiritually fit

God has called each of us for a purpose greater than me or you

So don’t be upset that your size 10 can’t handle a size 2

Remember the commitment made when we said, “Lord, please save me”

The cost of the anointing is a price we pay out daily

Graduation

I often hear people say, “if only these walls could talk”

But I say, “If only you could see where I’ve walked”

Hindsight is 20/20, always perfect vision

In the midst of, however, you wonder about your decision

Mind and heart in division, try to stay focused on the mission

Never thought I’d be in summer school, then again, life is always a class

Always a teacher, always giving a new task

It’s been a long journey, but it’s one I’ve come to appreciate

I bless God that I can proclaim that I can graduate!

Because though I am not where I want to be, I’m no longer where I was…

And if I haven’t learned anything else, I learned about God’s unconditional love

I learned about endurance in this place of making

I understand that in order to be made whole there has to be a breaking

And oh was there a shaking, but God is a keeper

Especially when climbing that mountain it seemed to get steeper

Through the shame and the pain, God I said I’d never complain

And you have given me a rest that falls down like rain

Great is your faithfulness, there is none like You

Who is like our God? To know what I have need of even before I ask You

And so, in this season, you gave me strength to say, “I’m no longer bound by this situation”

The demonstration of the proclamation? The flipside is the graduation!

1 John 1:9

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

"But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness." 1 John 1:9 NLT

Lord, I admit, I see the form of godliness

And it’s so obvious to see the change but not be in it

But you said, if any man be in You he is a new creature

However, God I'm flunking this subject; can I have a new teacher?

A makeover of this ugly feature, this thorn in my side

I feel like it could cause me to miss our wedding when you come for your bride

Why won't this flesh surrender and die? Daily it’s my prayer

Seems like when those words leave my lips, they vanish into thin air

Or is this all a part of a greater testimony?

It's not more than I can bear, but still it’s all up on me...

I give a deliverance praise on Sunday yet fighting demons through the week

And I'm trying to hear you; did I miss you? Let me go back and press repeat

Lord, I'm not complete; my spirit is willing but my flesh is so weak

I want to walk in your direction, so forgive my disobedient feet

I feel like my flesh, Cain, is killing my spirit, Abel

Is this 911? Yes, put me on the operating table

With extreme urgency; I need emergency surgery

The thorn on that right side; yeah doc, constantly hurting me

You knew I would go through this before I was in my mother's thought

The blood of your Son is my bail, because He knew I'd get caught

Did you say this battle has been fought? And ends in victory?...

Romans 8 must be my weapon you selected for me

So, if you knew the plans you had for me before I was in my mother's womb

This flesh needs to die but won't stay in its tomb!

The lump under the rug gets larger, because I keep sweeping with this broom

But you have the power to cleanse and take away residue; where's your vacuum?

Pinch me, do something so I can wake up from this nightmare

Or is this a dream and reality is just unaware?

I feel like David, learning how to trust you when I go through these spurts

Then sometimes I feel like Job, cursing the day of my birth

My heart is yours, now if we can just work on this mind

I'm coming out of this; I can just see the finish line

Guard my heart and mind like a person with an entourage

And cover me like an expensive car that never comes out the garage

If my eyes are conflicting my witness, give me a blindfold

If my legs are running to the wrong business, then close the store

Keep me Lord, keep me; help me Lord, Jesus

Being broken whole means admitting that I'm actually in pieces...

Meet My God

Doubt. Meet my God. You should start to fear Him

Because there's something about the amount of power I have when near Him

You must not recognize Him because you keep coming to me

My faith can easily erase you so that I can be free

But see, I let you stay too long; you made my life your home

And you tried to kick my faith out...

So now that you have met my God, good-bye doubt

Worry. Meet my God. You and doubt tried to double team

At times you succeeded to remove my dream

When faith tried to come, you brought up all these questions

In the times I wanted gain strength; you changed my direction

But faith is, faith was and faith is going to be

Whatever you had planned isn't going to destroy me

So now that you have met my God, good-bye worry…

Past. Meet my God. You keep coming around wanting to resurface

Because you know that if you come forward, I back down from my purpose

God has forgiven me but you kept me from forgiving myself

I've gotten rid of doubt and worry, so you're the next step

I put my faith in God for He is my help

Everything that has happened to hurt me, wasn't meant to last

So now that you have met my God, I say good-bye to my past!

1000 Apologies

My deepest apology; logically it doesn't make sense to me
They're mad at me, its sad to see people hating me
I'm trying to see, but He's blinding me from the enemy
Softly killing me, spilling me, shielding me
Feelings we don't wanna talk about
Salvation we don't wanna walk it out
Authority we hold it in our mouth
Deliverance is going south
You hear whispers but I'm trying to shout
People asking what are you talking about
You walk on concrete but I'm on a cloud
Christians being quiet but I'm being loud
Saying we love God but living foul
Used our 3 strikes, God could've said, "You're out."
God is my navigation system to take a new route
My apologies... I know you don't understand where I'm going
But poetry is my stream of water; I go where its flowing
Do you forgive me? 

Random

I told myself that I wouldn't be the fish that takes the bait

I should've seen the warning that I would be cooked because I saw the plate

But my eyes tricked me into believing that I didn't have to wait

And now I'm playing the scene over and over again; what a mistake

I thought I was strong enough to hold that much weight

It's like eating vegetables for months then suddenly eating steak

What I thought was real turned out to be real fake

Going fast, tried to slow down; but yet I had no brakes

Perhaps I can start over; make a clean slate

The only problem is, it's already done so I'm too late

What I'm talking about spreads at an alarming rate

It can be very sneaky and deceitful like a snake

You see my sins were stacking up leaves being raked

Sin played me like a king trying to beat an Ace

It may taste good like drinking a chocolate shake

But let me tell you, the only thing you'll have is a bad stomachache

Thank God for Jesus because He knew the lives sin would take

So Christ took the cross, when I should've took the stake

When I was deep in sin like the bottom of the lake

Jesus saved & covered me, and told the enemy he couldn't cross the tape

But at times I wanted things my way like Frank

I thought I could beat the destruction but my life was a tank

I was out of control; I liked what I ate

When I completely gave my life away, I could no longer participate

Instead of going in circles like the figure eight

I choose to rep Christ and continue to make His name great

The wages of sin is death and I don't want that fate

So I urge you to go from death to life for Christ's sake

You... ARE the Father!

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

God I must give you all the glory

Because your Son's blood re-wrote my story

No need to go to Maury; I already know you're the Father

The paternity test rests in your word so why should I bother?

My brother is the Son of Man; I'm a child of the Lamb

So when people ask who sent me, I'll say, "The Great I AM."

Man, I'm blessed just to be called His own; He has never left me alone

And when I need Him, I don't have to use a phone; no matter the zone

Doesn't matter about how long the distance may be, there's no fee

I can boldly come before His throne of grace for free

Some may say I'm worthless, but my Father knew my worth

He deemed me priceless even before my birth

Like a body needs a shirt or a woman wears a skirt

In the same manner my big Brother's blood covered my dirt

I wore a mask to cover my hurt; but He said, "It's all in the past.

Whom the Son sets free is free indeed; it's not supposed to last."

As I look at the task before me, it consists of a lot of races

But God is my coach; his word is my water, so I'll tie up my laces

And because God is for me, there's no such thing as 2nd and 3rd places

I know the race is not given to the swift nor the strong

But to the one that endures because the road is long

And Father I'm holding on, I got your blood running through my vein

Since the transfusion of your Son's blood, I haven't been the same

Even though I lose my life, I found out in you I still gain

Your grace and mercy falls freely like pouring rain

As your children, you've never paid child support to support us

You said you'd give us our heart's desire if we have faith and trust ya

Oh Father I trust ya, from Alaska back to Russia

Your people love ya; and there is no one above ya

We hide your word in our heart like a cop going undercover

You know the chapters in our life from cover to cover

I can't afford to pay the bill of life but your Son said, "I got it covered."

And I've realized that there is none before You and after, there is no other

God I give you praise, there are days I'm so amazed

Of all the forms to express the heart, you said go in this way

And there's no way I could go on without you

That's like trying to fix something broken with no tool, a car with no fuel

No water in a pool, Randy and Simon without Paula Abdul

Okay, okay Lord you see where I'm going with this

If you hadn't saved me and changed me, I'd be living but wouldn't exist

You let them to nail your Son's feet and wrist, allowed Judas to kiss Him

As they pierced Him, they laughed and dissed Him

And You had to turn Your back as though You didn't miss Him

But He still said He loved them, for You to forgive them

Even the sinner on the cross realized he would need him

My brother asked, "Why has thou forsaken me," but He rose on day three

So that in You we can have victory and live for eternity

So I don't have to take you on TV and say I'm 1000% sure; I know

Because I'm made in your image from my head to my toes

And it shows because people can tell I'm your child

Otherwise they'd ask, "How can you look like Him still living foul?"

So Father with your help, I'll spread your word for distribution

So our family can grow as we await our Family Reunion!

Weather Report

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I go outside, get the paper skipping to the weather pages

Looking out the window hoping the weather changes

Because there's a storm going on spiritually

Yet it’s causing me to get stronger lyrically

Am I partly cloudy? There's always a chance for rain

I'm up to my waist in water; why does it continue to flood?

The clouds that I once stared at in awe, stare back in gray

Let me turn on the news and see what the weather guy has today

"Your life is experiencing a great storm; winds are really starting to blow,"

I think to myself and tell him, "Say nothing I don't know."

"Before you enjoy your harvest, you gotta know what it's like during a famine

Let's look at your 7-day forecast to further examine

A "Hell" storm is coming and its headed right for you

But as long as you’re covered in the blood, there's nothing it can do

The after-effects could include "Job-like" weather

You know, things getting worse, you'll sit and wonder when will it get better

But at the end of the week, everything is going to clear up; the sun will shine

The Father said He'll keep you in perfect peace; just keep Him on your mind

It's looking bad, I won't lie, looks like you've been caught in this forever

I only report the weather, but I serve someone who can keep you together."

I turn off the TV and look toward Heaven and my precious Savior

"Lord, you said you'd never leave me nor forsake me, so I ask for favor

My umbrella isn't strong enough, my coat can't endure

But I've seen pictures of the sun and the clouds, so I know for sure

This weather has got to clear up because I'm tired of getting wet

And you told me not to worry but to give thanks, so I'll try not to fret

You're the same Lord who stood in the boat and told the wind to cease

If the wind back then obeyed you, Lord I know you can tell this one to decrease

Seems like everything has been taken away from me, it's a shame

But I remember your promise; so, I'll "dance in the Son" while "Singing in the rain"

Would you look at that? A little sun is coming out...

God thank you for the sun....

Inspiration: Jehovah Jireh

The Rose Behind the Thorns

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

God I confess:

Seems like my flesh is constantly pricked by thorns...

Transform? No, let's talk being reborn

Create in me a clean heart; renew in me a right spirit

So that I'll be obedient to your voice when I hear it

I know I've disappointed you, so I ask your forgiveness

Because only you can restore my joy and bring me rest

This quest to blossom seems like it’s taking forever

But I can't think of a time you've left me...ever

Like Paul, my thorn has me torn because I really want to please you

I must praise you through the storm so I can be renewed

I'm waiting, being patient; don't want to lose my faith

Your mercy is great, and great things come to those who wait

You caught me on tape, yes it's me; I'm guilty

I'm not worthy to be in your presence because I am so filthy

So dirty, my God; I don't deserve thee; it hurts me

Because my beauty is covered by spiritual scars

I need to be reconstructed with Jesus' blood as my tar

Holy? You are Daddy; I long for you to smooth out my stem

So when I'm picked, I'll be that Proverbs 18:22, 30:10 and perfect for "Him"

Daddy, I slipped out of your will; I feel the disappointment

But in the name of Jesus, the devil's defeated because I'm anointed

I say bye to "I" because "I" isn't a part of the equation

I've been stuck on this step too long, its time to reach the nations

You're able to keep me as long as I want to be kept from falling

And you said, "Make your requests known;" so that's why I'm calling

God, how can I be an effective witness in the ministry

When you look at me? I'm not even where I'm supposed to be

I'm starving and I can't grow without your food

And I know if I eat, I'll be feasting on the truth

So Daddy, this thorn has been here too long

So cut these thorns as I grow strong enough to move on

I haven't be picked because I need to blossom in you

So when they see my beauty, they'll really see you...

With each pedal I receive, its only strength to conquer the storm

That's why "He who wants (this) rose must respect the thorns."

I've been broken whole...

Little Girl

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I was caught up in perversion; so deep call it submersion
The stories of my eyes had a different version on what I said that I see
If you pull back the curtain, you'll see a small girl hurting
But there was no discerning to separate the fantasy
The girl wants to grow up, waiting for love to show up
But her dreams blow up because she didn't think they would come true
So now every night she hides, gets caught up in the tides
Hard to swallow her pride; she doesn't see how she'll get through
She goes through life pretending; hoping her heart would start mending
Instead she starts blending so that she can fit in
If only she had seen the recipe, realizing this mix wasn't meant to be
That she was called to destiny and through Christ she would win
But her mind was fixed, eyes playing tricks
Getting hit with bricks that the enemy threw
Before the earth began in God's splendor, He had a plan
And once it hit the fan the devil knew what he had to do
So distractions came in the form of sex; on her soul he placed his bet
He just knew the win he'd get, but I guess he didn't read the story
Yes she was definitely caught up; living a life the opposite of how she was brought up
Not something that she thought up; yet still God would get His glory
This little girl wants to grow, so many places she wants to go
So many things she wants to know; yet this has been eating at her for so long
So many cracks like an eggshell, sent back like returned mail
In fact if I must tell, she's starting to learn like it's the first time
Millions of mistakes still couldn't shake
Her ability to participate in God's plan for her design
Deliverance is available, come receive from the king's table
God is still able to break every stronghold
But you must want to be free; then place your trust in the King
Who can supply all that you need; after all, you are the clay for Him to mold
So instead of physically or verbally fighting, I step in the ring with my writing
Because I felt it igniting a passion in me
I understand I have a lot to say; therefore I have a lot to pray
The fight could come any day to try and assassinate me
So I tell the little girl in me that God has given the key
To freedom and victory so it's time to receive
Teach me how to love again; teach me how to trust and then
No longer a slave to sin; I know in Christ I can do all things!

Hell's Testimony

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Ok, I only have a few minutes so please listen to me clearly

What I’m about to say is only because I love you dearly

I sincerely hope that this will cause you think

If life is a cup, please watch what you drink

I don’t know of anybody who has the opportunity to share this with you

Don’t forsake these words lest you end up in this place of doom

As you have probably figured out, I’m in this prison called hell

I wanted to give you an account; I have so much to tell

Perhaps you didn’t know but this place enlarges daily

And those who don’t accept Christ end up here, that’s no probably or maybe

It’s a horrible place to be, people scream and shout

“I get the lesson now, please let me out!”

But Hell is a one way ticket

The bible warns about this place and people still don’t get it

I hear the sounds of gnashing teeth and weeping

Demons play games with our minds; there is no time for sleeping

A lot of Christians who you thought went to Heaven?

Are really down here with me

Heard some guy say, “But I was saved at the age of seven”

But God said, “I don’t know you, you didn’t truly believe”

Torment is day in, day out; no such thing as being idle

My torture replays to the day that I didn’t accept Christ at that revival!

Man I knew He was calling me, yet I was stalling see

I thought I had all the time in the world, but time really had me

I think to myself, “Man if they only knew!” but then I’m reminded that actually you do!

The word of God tells you how to stay away, but the choice is up to you!

I’ve seen teachers and preachers, bishops and prophets

Down here preaching the gospel because they don’t know how to stop it

See gifts and callings come without repentance, so that’s the last thing God sees

God looks at your heart and to see if your blood is the same as He bleeds

I shouted from the rooftop that I was a Christian, but you should’ve seen my lifestyle

Monday thru Saturday I was down with the world, while saying on Sunday I was God’s child

Addictions had me wrapped up, sin had me tangled and tied

I didn’t fully grasp that Jesus took my sins when He got on the cross and died.

My mouth said I loved him, but my life, my heart? That’s a different story

At my funeral, I watched my family celebrate thinking I had gone on to glory

I screamed to the top of lungs, “NO!! GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE! I REPENT”

But my name wasn’t in the book, so to this place I was sent

Do a daily evaluation, truly accept Christ’s salvation

Live at a 100 and Heaven will be your destination

And the angels will throw a celebration because of your dedication

No one said the walk would be easy, it takes much prayer and supplication

I know this now but there is nothing I can do to change my fate

All I can do now is send out this warning not to show up at Hell’s gate

Time is getting shorter, its coming down to the wire

Just when you think it couldn’t get worse, Hell will be cast into the lake of fire

I don’t know of any better way to say this so I hope that you’re hearing me

Prisoners may get life behind bars, but in here we get eternity

I’m going too long, but its only because I’m pleading with you

Please let God in your heart, let him make you new

The day you hear His voice, don’t harden your heart

You think you can fix yourself? That’s not a good way to start

I gotta go, they are coming quick, yet I have much more to tell

Pray more, love more, read more, please don’t come to…

Stained Glass

State of confusion? Thought it was an illusion

The place I was really in was a state of refusing

In search of the solution to the problem inside of me

I didn’t follow the directions that would have properly guided me

I see what’s inside of me, actually it’s blurry from the filth

I need to be reconstructed because this is the frame that sin built

Filled with much guilt, this misguided trip

Bruised up, broken down, walking with my limp

Holding to my hip because I refuse to go out on a limb

Heart is heavy, thought I was ready, but my mind isn’t steady

Eyes need re-adjusting, focus on what’s in front of me

Who am I but a broken frame, one you called out by name

You put it inside of me, so Lord help me sustain

From sins hold I must refrain, strength I must maintain

After all, I’m broken glass stained…

When Almost Came To Pass

Why is it a struggle? because I love what he hates... and yet I love him too

So is it enough to walk away and let him heal me within

Cuz see "I'll never" and "that won't be me" became "I didn't mean to" and "this is the last time"

I "almost" crossed the street

I "almost" turned left

I "almost" clicked here

I "almost" lied

I "almost" ended it

But almost grew into a done deal

I jaywalked when the sign said don't walk

I turned left so many times I wasn't right

I ended my life each time I sinned against God

Pop ups and curiosity turned one click into clicks

One puff into multiple hits, denial and "when I'm ready I'll quit"

I lied to myself; convinced Re that she was fine

Wanna talk about a problem with the mind

"Almost" knocked on my door and said, "I'm here might as well"

I had a one-way ticket to hell

Feet filthy so guilty but then something amazing took place

Christ won my case

He knew that I'd be here

He didn't "almost" die; he didn't "almost" shed his blood

He didn’t "almost" heal

He didn't "almost" take up the cross or drink from the bitter cup

No almost came to pass and erased my past

As dirty as I was, he rescued me from my worst enemy... myself

"Almost" got me in trouble

Because it’s tempting when it's in front of you...

Don’t "almost" give your life

Don’t "almost" turn from sin

Don’t "almost" make Him your Lord and Savior

Don’t "almost" cry out to Him

Don’t "almost" kill your flesh daily

Do you wanna "almost" get in?

No, we await to hear "well done"

Think about it, what if God "almost" sent His son?

Terms & Conditions

God, I know we spoke about this last week

But hindsight is showing I should learn to think before I speak

Because I don’t know what I wanna do

I said I want to be used, but I didn’t think that You

Would use me day and night, this isn’t alright

Should I really be training for a daily fight?

I wanted this on my terms and conditions

What you’re wanting is my total submission

Can we meet in the kitchen? I’m looking at the ingredients

I’m not too sure the road I’m on is expedient

See what I really meant, was that you can use me to a certain extent

I saw other people going through and I’m like, “I’ll take the hint”

But I was crying in worship, saying, “Lord you can use me”

 Little did I know that meant I’d have to refuse me

Die to myself; put what I want toward the back of the shelf

Daily pour myself out to you; seek your direction and help

I know I signed the dotted line when I said yes

But this taking up my cross thing is killing my flesh

Ha! That’s what you want from me though… God you’re good

Because my flesh is slowing being destroyed like termites eating wood

So wait, it’s never really been about what I wanted in the first place?

Instead of what I want, I should really be seeking your face

The truth hurts, that’s probably one reason why we don’t read your word

Or why we don’t listen because then we’d have to be accountable to what is heard

Well God, I know my stubbornness can be a stumbling block

And I’m so glad you got me when you could’ve stayed with the rest of the flock

Look at me, Lord, I need to be completely made over

Cleanse my way of thinking; I need to humble myself lower

Lord I pray you make my life a representation

That you aren’t just meant for the Sunday congregation

You give the desires of our hearts but according to your will

Therefore, I’m determined to move forward even if that means standing still

Or being killed in the line of duty

All I want to do is behold your beauty

God, it’s yours truly; I thought I knew what I wanted in life

Now every day I see that all I really need is to prepare to be a wife

In other words, the bride of Christ and just let him in

After all, He took it all so I wouldn’t have to die in my sin

If I am to be more like you, then let me entreat this

Consume me so when people ask me who I am, I’ll say, “I would tell you but I no longer exist…” 

The End of an Error

To Whom It May Concern:


To the eyes that read this, I'd like to warn you that it. is. about. to. be. on.! LOL

It's really sad how you have to go the long way to learn stuff, you know? But at the same time, I'm learning to be grateful for the process... even when I can be stubborn. 

Yes I just admitted that I can be stubborn....

So, with that being said, I want to thank God for who He is and where He is taking me! In other news, my poetry is coming along great... I have been heavily inspired by the support system I have around me, as well as what I have been walking through.



Two volumes of poetry have been completed and I'm working on my third... which is entitled, "Experience is Necessary." This volume will be based on different situations in the bible and how they relate to today.


PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep me in prayer and I will do the same for you! 




God Bless!


Broken Whole,
...

32°

Can somebody turn up heat? My heart was getting colder

Can’t lie, look into my eyes, Lord I need your shoulder

I need different results, so I’m going to go a new way

Open the eyes of my heart because I can’t always go by what my lips say

And it’s a new day, yet my feet are in rewind

Doing the same thing, looking for different results? I’ve lost my mind

I’m in search of the cross; I saw the bill, I know the cost

If I’m to have the same mind as Jesus, then I pray that my mind stays lost

Yes lost in you, until I’m made brand new

I held myself prisoner until I read Romans 8: 1-2

I know there is purpose and a calling on my life

The enemy knows that too, that’s why he wanted me to stay away from the light

But I gotta walk toward the Christ, because he is my goal

He’s calling me higher, yet I continued to put Him on hold

And in the process my fire died until it was practically gone with the wind

I wanted to end the relationship like, “I don’t need you as a friend.”

And the sad part about it is I didn’t want to admit the reality of the danger

The danger lies in God saying, “Depart from me, you’re a stranger.”

And who am I to live a life that kindles God’s anger?

Breathe life back into me Lord, I feel like I’m being strangled

The taste of this life is nasty; I tried just sipping from this cup

The more I sip, the more gets poured, but you told me to drink it up

For so long I declared that I was called to go global

Then you brought me back and said, “Well, first try going local.

I’ve placed you in Jerusalem, to be a light to your friends and fam.

I’m humbling you before you’re exalted, so count it humbling to exalt the Lamb

My ways are not yours; my thoughts are beyond finding out

My plans are established even before coming from my mouth

So don’t you think I know the plans that I have for you?

Before you can come out, you have to first learn how to get through.”

It’s snowing outside, but I’m thankful for the sign that was sent

I know you’re in this storm with me, I just saw your footprints…

Broken Whole,

C. Renee’

Let's Go Up!

This is my first blog of 2011 and my first blog in several months... so I'm definitely overdue. Please charge my head and not my heart! I'm excited and honored to share the words God has given me. Sometimes I can be my biggest hindrance because I'm a perfectionist and procrastinator... (Lord, help me lol) I have a LOT more than what is on this blog... but I'm coming.

Fear has kept me from a lot of things, but (touch your neighbor and slap the other in the back and say)

"It's time."

Please keep me lifted in prayer; I appreciate the support of those who stop by and read my poetry. I'm amazed because I know that God has placed this in me, I just never fully realized the impact it had on others...

So with that being said, "I'm about to do some thangs."

Let's Go Up!!!