I sigh from relief
Now my mind can rest
The work is complete
Give me a spiritual blood test.
Cause I’ve been re-gene-arated
That old man Is dead.
That old way of doing things
That depended on me
Was cut out, extracted, and hung on a tree.
And what came alive the day I believed
Was a life so perfect so connected with God
That people either applaud or call it a fraud.
But I know the truth, I’m confident and sure
That the life I’ve been given it’s like haute couture
It’s like a direct line from Heaven
Like peace undefined,
Like organic and holy like a branch and a vine.
So don’t worry, or doubt but rest in this fact
That the mysteries been solved,
the code has been cracked
Your not whack, So stand up put your shoulders back
You’re the righteousness of God, so walk like a boss
Cause it’s all about Jesus and what he finished at the cross!
June 18, 2014
What do you expect to find
Staring at that screen all the time?
Does it make you better when your ill, or numb the pain to what you feel,
Sing you songs when you’re afraid
Or give you plans better laid?
As you look upon that screen
Is it there your hopes will lean?
I hope you’re shooting deeper still,
Than what the screen shows as real.
Cause nothing takes the place of
Human touch and face to face.
So put the device you’re holding away
Look me in the eye and hear me say:
I NEED TO SEE THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES WHEN I SPEAK,
WHEN I SAY “I LOVE YOU” I WANT TO KNOW YOU HEAR ME IN MORE THAN JUST A TWEAT.
“Bill & Vivian”
I know an amazing couple that have been married for 63 years.
They’ve seen people come and people go, history pass, and children too.
Their love is as evident as the silver white hair upon their heads.
And with the open and close of each day comes a new hope in tomorrow.
Another refilling of the pill box means yet another day to volunteer and make a difference.
With every turning of the calendar another chance to love again.
So the canes and the hearing aides are not burdens to bare, but fuel for another mile on this long journey of life that they share.
Slightly slower maybe but non-the less eager
When I grow up I want to be just like you!
With Love, Wynema
Breathe, when darkness settles in,
and you’ve heard the rhetoric and spin.
Breathe when war hits home
and you can’t watch the news or pick up a telephone.
Breathe when your mind wants to focus on the dark,
and everything you know seems to look empty and stark.
Life is there or you wouldn’t have breath,
Light is still there to replace the darkness in death.
It’s always darkest just before the dawn,
And when the Son comes up just breath and move on!
What is real,
Would you take
What you know,
If it was fake?
Would you take it
In a sack
And bring it home
Or take it back?
Can you stand
In those shoes,
If they are different
Than what you choose.
Open wide your arms
No matter what
it is you feel!
It is your gift
To be authentic,
So be proudly
- Authenticity. (makemarketinghistory.blogspot.com)
- To Thine Own Self Be True (psychologytoday.com)
- A is For Authenticity: How to Be Authentic in Your Marketing (bizsugar.com)
- Seeking texts (books, movies, TV, articles, etc.) about authenticity (ask.metafilter.com)
- How to find your authentic writing voice (lessonsinselfpublishing.com)
Do you ever do anything, just to think?
Shut out the world and let your mind and spirit sync.
Do you ever take a walk in the cool of the day,
And stop to smell the aroma of a wild bouquet?
If you treasured the moment that’s here and now,
If you opened your mind to what your heart would allow,
You would see beauty in ordinary things,
Realize a peace that only God brings.
The anxiety the rush and the stresses of existence,
Would be but a memory way off in the distance.
Wynema Clark 4/6/2013