The War begins between my Gift ,Purpose ,Passion ,and My circumstance, I don't Know what Anyone else is going through but I know the storms Winds have touched so many of us,but I'm still standing.
The War Begins with a single Woman ,A single Camera ,And A Single Pencil
The Sun rises in the morning, and so do I , I have aches and pains of a women with age but still in the morning I rise
My lips seem to be sealed with rope made of sadness ,My eyes are covered with a sheet of flesh ,the things I see don't seem add up with the Promise written on my heart. My father has whispered to Me many times before ,I'm destined for Greatness but I cant seem to scream out his name, the ropes have my words silenced, doubt has closed my eyes tighter then scars, flesh as taken charge but My FEET seem to stay Planted ,rooted !!! they Continue to have the strength to stand.
The Sun Will Rise in the Morning and So Will I ,I have the aches and Pains of a Women with age but still in the Morning I Rise
My Camera has become Heavier then its ever been ,my pencil is something I look at and "remember when" My voice has become a sound i long to hear Myself . My New plan has turned into a strategy of hiding ,if I hang My head Low enough ,I will no Longer be a threat ,My Spirit can heal ,I can catch My Wind ,I will Learn to See again but as I sat in that safe Corner I began to see others Wandering ,Weary ,waiting to hear the Sound of Hope,Willing to walk through the storm if they new they could .
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| As I begin To Cry Out JESUS ,others Come! |
The Sun Will Rise in the Morning and so Will I, I have the Aches and Pains of a Women with age But still I Rise!!! I Rise I Rise !!
Blind I stand because I don't need to see to have Faith ,Washing away the ropes from my mouth with Prayer and staying in his face ,Walking with the same strength that kept me standing ,every pain I feel with every Step I take reminds me of the step I took before ,I begin to speak ,one word at a time ,"father I know that you hear me" " Jesus I am in Pain" "father I know that your with Me" "I'm here". As I spoke through My pain others begin to Cry out through theirs "JESUS"!!!
I don't Need to See to have Faith!! My Feet are rooted,My Purpose written,My struggle's continuing but Never stronger then My God.
The Sun Will Rise In the Morning and So Will I ,I have Aches and Pains of a Women With Age but Still in the Morning I RISE!!
The Story begins With One WOmen,One Camera ,and One Pencil but ended in Gods Purpose ....."its not about be"- People are waiting on your Gift to Speak to their Heart !!!...
There is always Purpose in your Struggle ...
Something that was on My heart... "The Prayers of The Desperate and seeking are heard"
