Above the pressure ...

Okay, maybe I didn't get my priorities right this time around ... maybe I should have been more prudent.
The fact remains that I made a mistake, and didn't plan efficiently.
Now I'm stuck with thoughts of ' could-a, would-a, should-a'... God, I hate this!
I hate the deadlines that you don't meet up
I hate that you can't do the things you want to because you can't afford them
I hate the expectations that you can't meet up to sometimes
... and every time I don't meet up, I get so hard on myself... Like I should have known better.
But I'm only human, and there's only so much I can do ... Only so much strength I can have.
Now I'm at the end of myself... I can't do anything now, especially with all the pressure building up!

Dear God, You are above the pressure. Please take me there... Please lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
I know that I 'could-a, would-a, should-a' ... but I didn't. I couldn't help it.
You see the end from the beginning; I'm at the end of me. All my thoughts want to cave in under the pressure of my incompetencies... but i won't listen to them. I'll listen to what You said - That you have a plan for my life, that you have thoughts of good and not of evil to give me a future and an expected end.
No matter what I'm going through NOW, I will emerge a winner- in You, Always.
I won't forget all the blessings You have given me and I WILL NOT doubt that You ARE Good ALL the time.
YOU are all my hope ... and really, I'll be in trouble if I don't have Your help. All I have is Your word- what You said to me, and that's all I need... So thank you.
Thank you because you said to me that You are my Shepherd so I have everything I need.
You are Above the pressure and In you, I am above the pressure... it WILL NOT drown me, the fire will only purify me.
I Win, I Overcome the pressure.

I MET A MAN

In times when many people don’t know what love is

In an age where people act before they think

Where lust and passions fly like fire...

I met a man

He offered friendship that was unconditional

The words he spoke drew me like a magnet

They were life-giving, did not condemn, full of Grace

Oh, like water from a spring

It was his spirit; He was different; like someone I met before

Someone I met when I stopped believing in myself

Someone who accepted me despite who I was

Someone who made me who I am

You can understand if you know the story

The one of the woman no one cast the first stone at

I met a man just like that man

Now I know that man left clones of Himself 

I met a man who loved me in a different way

It is a selfless love; one I hope everyone can experience

Then we would know what love is and what love is not

We would understand what lovers do

I met a man who wanted to give and expected nothing in return

How many of us know that kind of love?

That kind of love when given is always returned

I could not help but grow in love with the man I met

I don’t know how love produced itself in me

All I know is that I received that love; his love

I think that is all I ever had to do; receive His love

I met a man, I met that Man

GIRLS THAT DRIVE

Girls that drive like to be in charge

The driver’s seat gives a sense of control

You go where you wanna go when you want to go

You run your life

Girls that drive do just fine on their own... for the first couple of miles

Then they get to their twenties or thirties and start to think

‘It won’t be so bad to let a man drive’

And they contemplate giving up the driver’s seat

Finally they let a man drive

He likes to be in control; it’s okay for the first few miles

Just before the power struggle

Then the question becomes:  ‘who really should drive?’

A man is a man, a woman is a woman

A man will drive as a man and a woman as a woman

But there’s just one driver seat

Should there be a struggle?

The struggle comes when she doesn’t trust his driving

Because she’s done it for so long on her own

The struggle comes when he doesn’t realize that she too can drive

But decided to trust him to do it

Girls that drive eventually learn

That there is no cause for a power struggle

Because both a man and a woman drive together in different ways

He takes the lead because she gave him the honour

The Mind Game

The stage is set, the darts are shared

It’s one player verses one veteran

That veteran is the Father of lies

In fact, he is the inventor of the game

The dartboard is my mind

The darts are thoughts

His dart is fired, mine next

How do i expect to win a champion?

His thoughts are subtle, they sound like mine

They hit target and start to take root

They seem harmless at first, they stand to reason

But they are the poison that torment my soul

They take root and bear fruit; fruit called fear

Fear paralyzes me, fear torments me and blinds

I realize that I cannot win this game

I never should have engaged him; I am trapped   

But I remember that I have my thoughts; my darts

If he shoots a lie, I can par with the truth

I know the truth; that is my saving grace

I will fill my mind with this truth

I will take my mind and fix it on the truth

For as I think in my heart, that I become

I will shoot the dart I have stored in my heart

I will resist, I will fight, I will win by The Truth