To Serve God

To Serve God

Sometimes we think we’re born to serve man;
but it’s a concept that seems rather odd;
man’s just a servant; doing whatever he can;
but creation all came from God.

We live out our stories of service to others;
our humility drenched in pride;

Betrayed With A Kiss

Betrayed With A Kiss

Many people seek love and attention;
wanting to take; more than they give;
others live in doubt, and apprehension;
lost in the life that they live.

The world is full of movers and shakers;
humility comes at a cost;
most, among them, are reality’s takers;

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda...

Why must my focus be on yesterday;
shouldn’t it be on here and now?
Tomorrow is a date; not yet in play;
for, only today, can I take a bow.

Yesterday is long gone; forever passed;
shoulda, coulda, woulda won’t help;
memories of failure aren’

Slavery Of Thought

Slavery Of Thought

Thought’s the foundation for everything;
not ever meant to be deemed restricted;
thoughts controlled; will slavery bring;
any offenders, would be convicted.

Unrestrained thoughts are required;
for one to actually be free;
only free thinkers make us inspired;
that’s how God meant us to be.

Seeds Of Thought

Seeds Of Thought

We think thoughts are basically organic;
created solely within our mind;
to think they’re from others, makes us panic;
wondering, by whom, they’re designed.

Many thoughts; planted as seeds by the creator;
we’ve claimed, as tho they’re our own;
other thoughts, from new

Only God

Only God

Only God can create a world of beauty;
in thought, above; then, illusion, below;
only the Master, considers it his duty;
to plant life, and help love to grow.

Only God can create a delicate flower;
then, allow it to live on its own;
only the Master has

Out Of Space

Out Of Space?

As my car was approaching the city;
I saw new construction, all around;
all the trees and flowers looked pretty;
little remaining space could be found.

Looking skyward; I saw several planes;
tho it didn’t seem too crowded.
What happens when no space remains;
will life,

A Gift Of Love

A Gift Of Love

Love is a word that’s often bandied about;
without an awareness of what it means;
sometimes, a mere whisper; others, a shout;
but, ever so rarely, at all what it seems.

Love and like are words often conflated;
like is a comfortable physical role;
the

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