When Im down to the last drop of me, writing brings me to life again, especially to give God His glory...a lil rusty but heres the beginning of something great from moi, dated 9/11/14... Any thoughts are welcomed! What do you guys think? Lamar Simms, Preston Perry, Aasha Gholar, Cedric Dale Hoard, Nicaya Rapier, Donieshia Wade, Cherrell Webster, Chyta A Curry, I really value your opinion when it comes to writing and giving God glory through life and writing. (Sorry if I left anyone out) Blues (piece under construction) My emotions are like a broken record, they keep playing the same tune, I march to the beat of my own drum, but this lady keeps singing the blues... the keys are tarnished with the blood from my bleeding heart, my STILL beating, bleeding heart... Heavens harps dont even have a melody to remedy this crime scene of a mess inside my chest, but yet...it STILL beats, ba-boom ANGUISH, ba-boom REJECTION, ba-boom LOW SELF-ESTEEM, ba- boom... it takes a lickin and keeps on tickin...how you ask? Two words: HEART TRANSPLANT, you see God loves me so much that He took His heart and exchanged it for mine Its inside my chest but it shields my whole being... I was surely shaped in iniquity but covered by the blood that seeps from my supernatural heart, every time its cut, every scar, every bruise, every time its misused, God feels... my pain...though harsh those beatings will never be in vain... I sing the blues but its nothing like the tune of the lashes across Christs back to match the cost of my mistakes, my sins, that He willingly took upon Himself. God not only gave me His only begotten son that day on that tree, He gave me an olive branch from limbs already overcrowded with OUR sin, He gave an organ, transposed from Christ into my own, played often, tuned and ready to love...the blood running through my veins is inherited from Gods pain...therefore I am sacrifice, I am hunger, I am humble, I am long- suffering, I am crucified with my Christ! the Man who promised me that Hed be back, like a thief in the night, the same One who I belong to by right, my Shining Knight, on a Stormy Monday storming in on a white cloud instead of a horse... waiting for me to give this world my divorce...papers... but until that day comes, I take pride in my bluesy tune, my croons echo and swoon the only One who I have something to prove to... not B.B., but my King, the One who rules EVERYTHING, the One that makes every knee bow and my heart sing angelic chords even though I cant carry a tune to save my life He paid the price, He lived, He died, He rose... but somewhere in between He thought about me, and He STILL died... you may not understand my blues, you may not be able to dance to my groove... but its alright because all I wanna do is dance with my Father again the same Lord I confess to from Romans 10 and 9, because unlike cats I dont have 9 lives... they say you only live once but in Truth you only die once but you only get one chance to live if you dont die right I want to be righteous, not left... behind like an old 45 in a dusty pitch... black, room, inaudible... so when you hear this lady sing the blues... to the normal ear it sounds sad... but... what you really hear is my soul CRYING... my flesh DYING... to please... my Dad. ~NYISHA~
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 16:06:05 +0000
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