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

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

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

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

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

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

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!!!

Numbers

Written By C. Renee'
©2010 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

"Only God can judge me" is the # 1 saying when avoiding conviction
But if God really judged us where we are, we couldn't handle his diction
Don't get me wrong, I mean I know that God is the ultimate judge
But He's been handing out verdicts and some of us still haven't budged
I guess we just don't get it; when Christ comes back He's coming with a vengeance
He'll carry a life sentence for His elect; a death sentence for those who chose to reject
As the church we gotta do more than just CLAIM to be spiritual
You can't say you're in relationship if you're just practicing a ritual
Pep rallies filled with high fives and slapping neighbors
Excuse me, but let's fade that back like a taper
We look spiritually thin like a wafer, blank like a sheet of paper
Yet screaming, "Lord, take us higher," like a skyscraper
We'll go to a conference to learn about 5 steps
But won't go to the scriptures to seek genuine help
We turn around 3 times to reach the breakthrough
But yet, we won't give God the opportunity to break through
So we toss Him out like a tissue, only talk to Him if there's an issue
But this lukewarm temperature is making us sick like the flu
Worship is intimacy that requires us to unveil ourselves in the presence of God
So why are we afraid of a requirement that comes with the job?
Is it because worship causes us to be real
And reveal those things we work so hard to conceal
Let’s be real, a pair of lips can say anything, but do our hearts love Him madly?
If we only love Him for what He gives, then we might as well call him a sugar daddy
But I'm glad He wrote the script, praying when He gives the book of Life a flip
He'll find my name written because I chose to be blood dipped
I'll be the first to acknowledge there were times my foot slipped
But in this leg of the race I keep my laces tied because I can't afford to trip
Jesus called the Pharisees hypocrites; they were spitting venom like snakes
The same is true today when taking advantage of His grace
The outside of the cup is rocking suits, diamonds and titles
While the inside is all stained up from being idle
We treat each other like rivals, fighting for survival
Like we don't represent the living God of the bible
Where are the end time disciples? Those not afraid of this sort of speech
Those who sit down and let their lifestyles step up and preach
Ones who see the souls to reach, and say, "Holiness is what we teach"
Don't just listen to what I say if you can't understand the direction of my feet
I want to rep Christ all day, just call me his hype man
Just call Jesus "Allstate" because with Him you're in good hands
Come on church! It's more than just going to musicals and concerts
More than anything we should be showing the world God's worth!
News flash: you're only as anointed as the last time God used you
Remember God will still get the glory with or without you
It’s time for us to step up to the plate like a batter
There's a feast going on but we're too busy looking at the serving platter
While pockets are getting fatter from exploiting the market
If we are to provoke change, we must be the ones to spark it
We are already targets because we choose proclaim His name
But to do all this and still not make it in; now that would be a shame
I’m just trying to make it plain; not one person is exempt
With the spirit and flesh at odds, without the mercy of God, we’d all be held in contempt
The smell of deception in the church continues to grow
But we can’t see the wolf past the sheep’s clothes
So we run to find a word, race to hear a prophecy
Then wonder why the world makes us a total mockery
This is not how it ought to be, we should be the change they see
But we can’t if we live as though sin has us held in captivity
Have you noticed how people major in the minor and minor in the major?
All sin offends God, but we live like we don’t see the danger
This walk calls for a daily cross bearing session
We repeat tests because we haven’t learned the aim of the lesson
The bible answers all, yet we still keep guessing
I never said it would be an easy road; I’ll be the first to say I still keep pressing
But what I’m saying is, if your house was dirty, you wouldn’t want to show it off
But if you got something new, you would want everyone to see what you bought
Well that’s the same with Christ, why would he come back for a dirty bride?
Why would He show her off to His father, when she’s seeing someone else on the side?
Once we truly make up our minds and realize we weren’t called to blend
We’ll stop telling God, “I love you but I can only commit to you once a weekend”
Please friends, I know this truth cuts deep like a sword
To complete the picture, look at the scripture; judgment first begins in the House of the Lord

Me Vs. Re

So... its been several months, but I've decided to come back into the "ring." I have been writing, so I'll do my best to post regularly. This piece comes out of a "fight" that I'm currently fighting to get out of... (hopefully this poem will help you understand what that means) and if you haven't figured it out by now, poetry is very therapeutic for me. So maybe you can relate to this... whatever the case may be, I put my heart on display that Christ may be glorified...

Me Vs. Re
© 2010 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

This fight that I’m in is on a level of immeasurable proportions
This is crazy; mind twisted, you would have thought I was doing contortions
I didn’t sign up for this, or if I did I surely didn’t read the fine print
Perhaps I should’ve asked questions to find out what this journey meant
You know what it is? There is a war going on with me trying to sit on the sidelines
Yet I told Him yes, which means at this point I must obey His guidelines
I want to hide just so I can get away from it all
But what’s the point? When I know that I’ve been called
Knock me out already, so I can get out of the ring
Why do I keep getting back up? Why must you give me another song to sing?!
I have these scars and walking with this noticeable limp
Then I have to prepare for the next round even with a dislocated hip!
My tears tell on me when I’m trying my best to keep silent
Then when my heart wants to express, then I become quiet
What good does it do for me to quit? Re will still be with me
She’s fighting me because there is greatness that I can’t see
Now I know it’s not about me, not about the ability
However, if I’m going to stay, I need stability
I need to get it together; I know this is going to make me better
Right now, all I want to do is stay inside and not deal with this weather
Don’t make me go outside, just let me heal
Where are my shades so my bruises can be concealed?
Would you look at that? Re teamed up with purpose! That’s who I’ve been fighting?
So that’s why when I drop my pen somehow I still end up writing!
Fingers somehow still play to calm the raging seas in my mind
It makes sense, because I knew something was different this time
Re tried to tell me to stay strong, that this fight won’t last long
But I didn’t want to hear it; I told her she was so wrong!
Fact vs. truth; guess which one I believed?
Saw this coming, but guess which report I received?
I’ve been on and around this mountain and built myself a home
Instead of fighting myself, I should be fighting what has held me all along
Just take me to the interrogation room; I’ll answer plus I have some confessions to make
Don’t wait up for me; I’m not sure how much time this one will take…

Broken Whole,

…

October Rain

Inspired by: A Testimony...

Written By C. Renee’

Copyright: 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

I got my umbrella out because they say when it rains it pours
Ok God, you got my attention so let me get yours
I know what I need to do; yet my feet go the opposite direction
So here I am before you for a full point inspection
Connection? My dots were tangled up with the wrong things
They say it’s my season but my eyes have yet to see spring
I was all talk and no action, life full of subtraction
But I guess I had to get sick of myself like an allergic reaction
It’s raining hard, but this weather isn’t like the norm
This is cleaning me, revealing me, so I know it was God-formed
I see a vessel being crafted; I’m still on the potter’s wheel
The inside of the cup is dirty; remove what has been concealed
You continued to call me all the while I was pressing ignore
Yet when I’m in trouble I cry out for you to bring me to the shore
I hear the thunder; I see the lightning; my flesh and spirit are fighting
If I am what I eat, I need to check the food that I’m biting
I feel like Paul steady praying about this thing in my flesh
But if I want to live that means first I must experience death
I need to die to me because inside of me? Nothing is good
And evil is always present when doing what I should
I’m on this same mountain because I have yet to pass this lesson
Yet knowing that I would be here you allow the spirit to be in intercession
Continue to fall like dew, until I’m made brand new
Give me a clearer perspective to see your point of view
I contemplated spiritual suicide, but you brought prevention
Going downhill, you stepped in as my intervention
Not to mention, you saw me expiring but gave me an extension
Gave me benefits with the blood of Jesus as my pension
Guard my mind with maximum security
You’re holy God; that’s why I’m chasing purity
This rain is revealing the face behind the makeup
I gotta deny myself to follow you; there’s a cross I have to take up
A mind I have to make up; strongholds that need to break up
I’ve slept away purpose too long; now its time to wake up
Time to do a shake up; shout it from the rooftop
My tears of restoration remind me of the raindrops
A drop here, a drop there; but look closer at my huddle
When all is said and done, eventually those drops become a puddle
Who am I to tell the potter how to form the clay?
Especially when it’s Your will I need to obey
You know the plans you have for me; in this place I won’t always stay
Even if I have to learn to grow in the storm, rain you can go all day…

(I’ve Noticed) THE Hidden Agenda (Pt. 3)

Written By C. Renee’
© 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

Let Me ask you, what is a way that You rob Me?
You can have perfect attendance and still not be a part of the body
Building. Healing. Revealing the Killing. Coming to My house just for a feeling
But I’ll reveal who you are like paint that is peeling
Caught up in nothing; overlooking what I really want you to see
Got a shot of “feel good,” leaving Me a tip, calling it a seed
Please believe sisters and brothers, I’m removing the covers of your heart
Too many identical twins walking around; I’ve called you to be set apart
Some are out of control like a runaway shopping cart
Secretly selling themselves just so they can top the charts
But do you realize who I am? I mean do you really know?
You get bored with Me 'cause what I call perfect timing, you call slow
But I am that I am, on the throne I reign supreme
You say that you serve Me, but spiritually we compete for the title of King
Your title, your gifts, your talents, they mean nothing without your will
Being torn down, otherwise you’re fake like a counterfeit bill
What if I told you that I haven’t taken you out because you’re still in doubt
I know your thoughts before you think, even while you move your mouth
When My Son comes back, if you’re not in the book, you’re out like three strikes
I send My word to warn but people ignore it because of who is behind the mic
I’ll use whomever I want to get My point across
Living in this sinful nature is like putting Jesus back on the cross
You compromise and use My holy word to justify
But My word can’t be twisted, which makes your truth a lie
Where is My remnant? Who will stand up against this?
I’m calling you forward so when they see, they’ll say, “Those are God’s kids.”
Just because I don’t judge it right after the act
I may have paused the judgment, but trust, I’ll be back
I’m knocking on your heart’s door but your sign says, “do not disturb”
The relationship didn’t go the way you wanted so now I’m on the curb
Church services are hyped up; its entertainment all over the nation
Ha! They say, “Lord we welcome you,” but where is the invitation?
Wheat mixed with tares; don’t worry, it’s time for separation
But when the game is over, they’ll be wanting overtime out of desperation
So what is church anyway? Isn’t that what I called you to be?
Check My word, John 1:1, I am the decree
I’m speaking loud, mouth moving, but the people have Me on mute
Running rapid, Satan is out working, looking for recruits
Now I’m not in fear because I declared victory from the beginning
I’ll give you a hint, read Deut. 30: 19 so you can be a part of the winning…


-Get out the P.O.T.S.! ™ (Poetry on the Spot)

My Purpose Is Greater Than My Fight

Inspired by: A message preached during the Kingdom Revival
Dedicated to: Shawn Johnson

© 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

Before time was time, God had me on his mind
Shaped and formed me with words to give the world a sign
His word is law like a judge with a gavel
But what happens when my life is like a thread being unraveled?
When I wanted to throw in the towel because the fight got hard
People saw my black eye and said I let down my guard
I had to roll with the punches, sought my trainer for the strategy
Spectators thought I was down for the count, what a tragedy
While I was down and out, my name was in everyone’s mouth
But when I began to get back up, people still wanted to knock me out
Mind games being played, at war with my brain
What do I look like being saved but insane?
I’ll stay in my lane, until God says I can change
I dance in spite of my circumstance and they look at me strange
But I look at you strange because why wouldn’t I praise Him until my change comes?
I walk this one out because it’s by the words of my testimony that I overcome
I know you wanted me to stay in the tomb and live in lo debar
The King has need of me even while living with these scars
Get a good look at me, go ahead and laugh
My God is a keeper even in the aftermath
You’ll look at me and wonder, “Girl, who are you?”
But baby I’m brand new, so I don’t look like what I’m going through!
That devil should’ve taken me out while he had the opportunity
He couldn’t cross the bloodline because God granted me immunity
So loose me and let me go, I’ve been planted its time to grow
I’m walking in the overflow; darkness wanted me, but watch me glow
I’m in surgery as God removes me from me, just so you know
What I went through once before? Now peace has become my status quo
My purpose is greater than my fight; therefore, though the fight will still come
Because I keep my eyes on the Christ, what I behold is what I become!

Sin Nature

I go by Nature, Sin Nature; I specialize in working your flesh
I cause you to have a wrestle in your members; it’s what I do best
I got a history; yeah I have a rap sheet... I go way back
Let's see, you can check me out in Genesis 3 as a matter of fact
See how I shine, made man spiritually blind
Yeah, I take credit for the division between you and the Divine
Come on; don't act like you don't like what I can do for you
I can change any situation and you wouldn't have a clue
Lust of the eyes, lust of the flesh and the pride of Life
Envy, Jealousy, Deceit, Murder, Wickedness, and Strife
You were born attached to me, call us conjoined twins
I work for the Prince of darkness, gotta make sure he wins
Gotta make sure you blend, keep staying caught up with the things of this life
Tell me what you want I got it, but only if the price is right
You can't go to the light, stay in the dark with me
My products I can back up with an eternal guarantee
Don't believe me, check Revelation 3:16 or Matthew 7:23, there's no mistake
The party will be hot; the after party will feature a blazing lake
This God that you say you serve wants you to kill me and your flesh daily
But when you don't walk after the spirit, your flesh has a sign that says, "Feed me"
And who am I to deny that request; it simply takes knowing your pleasure
Read the scripture, wherever your heart is, there lies your treasure
Ha! Yeah, I know the scriptures, probably better than you do
If this is hard to swallow, I gotta ask, "How long did you chew?"
Something about eating the whole scroll? Isn't that in the book?
I'll hold while you blow the dust off and take a look
Wait, why am I helping you? I'm defeating the whole purpose
You're so focused on fixing the outer; your level is completely surface
No, I start from the inside out; I see your heart through your mouth
What you say I feed on; I'm like a weed starting to sprout
All the time I hear people praying, but with the same lips it's venom they're spraying
Sinners sashaying, man, it’s me they're obeying
You say you love God? Do you mind if I check your fruit?
Everything that grows has to spring from the root
So I’m wondering how corruption brings forth good produce
You'll give an account for what we did together, so excuses have no use
Everyday my guest list grows from people who don't have faith in your God
What's funny is there are some "church folk" on here; isn't that odd?
I laugh at what you call church because to me I don’t see the separation
Instead what I see is a dedication to become like the world, but that’s desperation
So, I hope you’re taking a self-evaluation and making your way to the altar of your heart
Let me tell you, there is no end to an eternity in Hell once it starts

(Tell the Devil) I Changed My Mind

Copyright: 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

Looking at my family history, in my bloodline holds authority
Though lately Lord, it’s seemed like less of You and more of me
I know that’s not how it’s supposed to be; resist the devil and he has to flee
But first I had to die to me; get back to the point where “you and I” becomes “we”
I could see the affects; dealing with spiritual dementia
Obviously I wasn’t in my word; the flesh had its own agenda
Because this body has no penalty; the strikes to get out this game go beyond three
Ready to act up, ready do what it wants with no reverence for the King
Listen closely though, my spirit is gearing up for battle in the spirit
There is a kingdom sound, look at the rumbling of the ground; do you hear it?
Now I’m going through these side effects; looking for God, barely seeing a silhouette
At this point I guess I’m chasing a shadow
Where are my tools to break up this ground? It sure is fallow
Where I am is not where I used to be; yet, I’m on the narrow road to destiny
Having conversations with my thoughts; that bad boy got me caught
From past lessons I should’ve been taught, but I didn’t see that I had been bought
Bought with a price that cash could never address;
I now see I can’t leave home without him like American Express
And now I’m undressed, He put me on the press
If Jesus learned obedience through suffering, why should mine be any less?
Man I confess, there were a few times I let my foot slip
Should’ve tied my spiritual laces so I wouldn’t trip
I was fighting against purpose and calling it self-defense
Thought I could handle the inheritance before time to leave my Father’s fence
Call me the Prodigal Daughter; hindsight always has the perfect lenses
When I realized my Father’s house was better, I came back to my senses
For the record, His records say I am destined to reach nations
In eternity past I was mentioned in God’s conversation
Nothing surprises Him; not even the mistakes that I make
The blood of Jesus is my eternal warranty when I began to break
So I just thought I’d make the atmosphere aware of my declaration
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and after careful consideration
The enemy may have made a contract for me to sign on the dotted line
But I tear it up in the spirit; tell the devil I CHANGED MY MIND!

Breakthrough In My Brokenness (Side B)

Inspired by: H. Shawn Norman

I see now that you had me in the fire, with a purpose like Jeremiah
For in my mother’s womb you shaped me with destiny and a desire
A desire to speak to nations, seek your truth with wisdom and revelation
And through your word offer the joy of your salvation
So through the years and tears, the joys and the fears
You placed strength in me I didn’t realize I had to help me persevere
Father, can you make it clear? My “there” is now here
I’ve been chosen and considered for such a time as this
Yet, I need you to restore me; heal me in spite of my brokenness
This test came with some lessons perhaps I couldn’t study for
However, this has only brought me to a place of dwelling on your threshing floor
And now I need you more and more; possibly more than the day before
When I thought I was losing this race, you stepped in my place to even the score
If it’s not one thing, it’s another; tried to stay under the covers
For a split second I thought you didn’t care until you reminded me that we were lovers
You love me where I am, while loving me to where I am going to be
You changed up the recipe so I wouldn’t give up on the road to destiny
You’re the God who specializes in storms that get worse
You’re the only one I know who can speak to the waves and command them to reverse
Lord, quench my thirst; no better yet, keep me longing for your water
If everything was 100, there would be no need to stay on the altar
When I began to falter, Lord please keep me on the straight and narrow
I must keep pressing; draw me back like a bow to an arrow
Continue watching over me like your eye is on the sparrow
I no longer desire to stay in Egypt; give me the boldness to speak to Pharaoh
Your word says if I abide in You, in me You will abide
But sometimes, I can barely eat the main entrée let alone the sides
Entangled in a web like my issues have gone worldwide
I thought I had the combination to the lock but my access was denied
Like Jacob, I’m walking this one out but holding on to my hip
“Angel, I won’t let you go even if it means tightening up my grip!”
My tears began to drip because to You they are prophetic
Wherever you go I’ll follow; wow, now that’s magnetic
It might be hectic, might feel neglected; but for you I’ve been elected
It was unexpected, might be rejected; but my life is Christ’s; therefore, it is reflected
I’m steadfast to your promise; it’s in your word that I hide
When you’re ready to turn this track over, Lord I know you’ll “show me the flipside”!

Broken Whole,
...

Broken Whole...

Dedicated to: YOU

Somewhere along the line I was told that my misery was my ministry
But when I look back and reflect, I wonder if I failed miserably
I see the eyes of a few, then I wonder what to do, the path I choose
Where do I go from here? Grow from here? Show from here?
Someone said, “Have no fear,” but my glass is unclear
My heartbeat is racing; I’m pacing back and forth in decision
Words are the sharp knife that nearly took my life; what an incision
So I check my shoes because they seem to no longer fit
Let me go get a fresh towel, one I can throw in when I quit
Let me spit. Let me get this out real quick
I was at the scene of the crime, I’ll admit it
I’m not sure at what point I killed me
I realize perhaps at my own expense the evidence reveals that I’m guilty
I’m trying to breathe in deep but I smell a different kind of aroma
I’m walking away numb to it all like a spiritual coma
Yet, I’m zoned out; my oil supply is tapped out
I thought I had a way out, had my way mapped out
Ref, can I call a time out? Is it time for me to sit out?!
I’m not just moving my mouth, I’m know I’m talking out loud
How is it that you say I’m free though I feel bound?
How can you be on cloud nine while I’m still on the ground?
You picked me up and shattered me; it caused me to be in pieces like Reese’s
As much as I’ve lived this life, it feels like I’m still on the first sentence of my thesis
In spite of the brokenness, looking forward I know the point is this
I’d rather have God be for me than become a target on His hit list
Don’t dismiss this; He’s the savior of this misfit
Even though I know at times I can be my own worst critic
I’m like parts of a puzzle waiting to show the complete picture
I’m the clay in His sculpture; go back and read the scripture
Everything in me wanted to give up based on what I saw with my eyes
And who do I trust when truth reveals itself to be lies?
Can’t say I’ve been in this place before, this is definitely new
So you’re saying I’m a daily work? I guess I’ll gear up for round two
I might be pieces the Master created to say the least
But He broke me to make me whole; therefore I’m a masterpiece…