indigo blue velvet, a deeper love
blue-grey eyes, a storm at sea
white diamond stars pierce the sky
blood red heart, beating in me
midnight black, dreams stir the dark
old clock chiming for what will be
body warmth, a baby’s breath away
coral sunrise, a new day flies free
I was looking for a man just like you
but that man was not a runner.
I was looking for a man just like you
but that man was not a Film Flam man.
Just like you but did not tell lies
Just like you but wanted ties
A man like you took my heart away
A man that pretended dreams were true
A man like you who fooled us all
Yes, my sweet eyes were looking for a man
But He was never you.
I quit dancing with Fear, such a vicious dance it is.
That same old dark day over and over no longer exist.
Yes, there are days when I hear Fear’s discorded melody.
Now I am mindful to Trust in the Holy One’s remedy.
So, He helps me lift a Holy song and begin His song over me.
Quickly Fear is on the run as this Coward must flee.
Kill or be killed.
How can a baby tell?
How can the government know your heart?
How can the abuse drum on?
Politicians poison consistently flows.
The children all die inside and out!
Kill or be killed.
Who made you this way?
Beat the drum until all is in ruin.
Drums pounding our sanity away!
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Silent raindrops
I get down on my knees
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The World’s words cannot clothe themselves in peace.
All of this death has a life to each.
Millions of human lives taken cannot be a number.
A child is playing in her yard, daddy taken away by war.
Common sense is a safe boundary no more.
The road seems shorter than it was before.
Countries are convulsing insanity roars.
Letters tied in yellowed ribbon rotted to the core.
These words lack weight and I close the door.
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She took her love to walk awhile beneath a crescent moon
While they gazed upon the quicksilver in the stars
She told him she had lost her way among the sandy dunes
But the tide had brought her back again from somewhere very far
She took her love to sail awhile upon the indigo night sea
While they caressed the salty thick spray upon their faces
She told him she had found her way among the sand and sea
And that God had made her his own among these ocean places
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There is an old Cherokee proverb that says there are two wolves at war within us. One wolf desires to do what is right, to choose Love every time. The other wolf is hateful and selfish and ravages everything and everyone to get his own way and the wolf that wins is the wolf you Feed.
The man said to his son,
“One wolf is evil, which is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”
“The other wolf is good, which is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”
I find this interesting in that this is exactly what the Bible teaches us. As human beings we can either feed our lust, lying, selfish, dark Sin nature or we can feed our Spirit. We can think on things from above.
God is Spirit and Jesus said that to truly worship and relate to God you must be given the Holy Spirit. Jesus is the only way to have a Holy Spirit.
My Mother said to me once, “if you feed your flesh you flesh will grow, if you feed your Spirit your Spirit will grow.” At the time I didn’t know she got that straight out of Romans chapters 7 and 8 and Galatians 5.
So which wolf are you feeding? It is a daily choice.
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you say I know you but it cannot be
none can ever truly know what they cannot see
the inside lies that strike terror of ever being known
the inside lies that we cover with religious tome
we know all our finite minds can hold but no more
we profess our Faith and cry out to The LORD
for if The Blood of His Son could not atone for every sin
our inside lies would surely kill all infinite Hope within
Nostrils flaring like a dirt pawing Bull
oxygen to a flame it boils in its cauldron.
Feeding the raging fire it utterly consumes
annihilation of all in its path Anger has taken root.
The burden of Anger like a ton of bricks on your back
As it scalds your eyelids and your face is marred.
Anger screams , “you deserve justice and I will give it!”
yet it is only you who is poisoned and you who goes black.
Jill Autrey Dorman 