Heavenly I.T.

Heavenly I.T.

Illicit moments remembered in thought
Actually used to terrorize the mind
Taking me places that I’ve never been
Abiding the adversary having me wasting my time
Going through the same thing over and over again

In the data processor of my soul, I receive the message, “Internal Error”
Spiritual breakdown is about to unfold.
“Caution, uploaded material may be viral”.
Time to back up my system by The Word
And seek the guidance of the LORD.

Yet, I still give the world control.

Desiring its goods.
Wanting its pleasures.
Seeking its love.
Listening to its obscenities,
Watching its vulgarities,
Trading my heavenly treasures…
For what?
That of little value, even on earthy measures.

So, I upload the proverbs of Solomon, anti-viral protection,
And seek Godly direction.
Which eliminates all the malware, spyware, and deletes all the spam.
Leaving me naked, but pouring over me the cleansing blood of the lamb.
Control, Alt, delete…
I start over with a new sheet.
But this time, before I start my program…
It’ll be in Jesus’ name that I speak.

~Flowriter

Confuse the enemy

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(A little wink) +-

Just found out I lost my job.

Thank GOD.

Came home...wife was with Rob,
not to mention, Jill, and the thangs I saw...
Ewwwww!!!!

GOD is good!

They say my health is failing,
my house is in foreclosure,
the bills are adding up,
not to mention,
my sons' pants are dragging on the floor.
My daughters' been out all night.
And to top it all off the car ain't acting right.

Thank You, Jesus.

Standing at the bus stop,
Standing... did you hear what I said?
Waiting on the bus to come
It began to rain all over my head.
Still don't complain,
Standing in the mist of it all
And still praising HIS name.
You see, eventually the bus will come
Things will change.
And regardless of good or bad times.
The love of GOD remains the same.

GOD is good.
Thank You, Jesus!

~Flowriter

Moving from F.O.G to C.O.G

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See the vision.
Hear the heart.
Journey the path.

Once again, it's time to start.

Tear drops and petals of love.
Seem like the murmurs of old.
Peacefully free,
Spreading my wings... like a dove.
Soaring through the air,
Expressing my love... with my pens' blood.
Soulfully done in the dark,
Awaiting a new horizion.

Once again, it's time to start.

Releasing my vision.
Correcting my mind.
Submitting unto HIS will.
Remaining humble
And
Give HIM HIS praise and glory...
Everytime.

I once was in the F.O.G
Just a Friend of GOD.
But HE transformed me,
called me HIS child
Made me a C.O.G in the machine of life
cleared my eyes
And through my talent,
I try to lead the lost to Christ.

At times, it's truly hard.
That's when it's time to start,
moving righteously with heart...
as a true...Child of GOD

~Flowriter

It's All Good

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Plagued by the sounds of my past, CLACK!
Hitting me up against my back.
Trying to move forward in victory,
But curiousity sometimes has me looking back, SMACK.
Once again off track.

I know that's it been awhile
(going through these troubles)
Stuck in a daze, still able to muster up a smile.
However, now I've sore jaw muscles.
(Teeth clinched down tight)
Struggling to stay righteous,
But I don't know if I can keep up the fight.

Deadly dark whispers
Entertaining my mind at night.
Praying for mercy that only Jesus can deliver
It's getting hard to focus on the light.

Vision blurred,
Focus obscured,
It's not a illness in my body that needs to be healed.
It's the sickness in my soul that needs to be cured.

You see, I don't think that I'm fullfilling my purpose.
I'm smothering my dream.
I've locked down my potential.
And you ask, how am I doing?

Everything is everything.

~Flowriter

Yahshua

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Unseen, but felt.
Not audible, but heard.
Never lies, so trusted.

He is my GOD.

Knows me better than I know myself.
Knew me and loved me before I became myself.
Never leaves me and always offers help.

He is my GOD.

Takes me through to bring me to...
The desires of my heart.
Become the man that He desires me to be.
Becoming a living testimony.
Help the mentally enslaved be free.

He is my GOD.

I tend to say that I was...
Lost, but I never was.
Alone, yet He was there.
In trouble, but He always supplied the answer.

You see,

He is my GOD...

And He cares... for you and me.

Thank you, Jesus, for calvary.

~Flowriter

Change has come

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Seen sorrow, felt pain
been in struggle
in work and in love
feeling life's strain
Tried on my own
Only to be consumed, confused, and left in a daze.
It's a shame
But that all changed
Gave it to a higher power
And now its a breeze
Because HE directs my ways
Burden off my back
Getting a divorce,
However, no need to sympathize for that
Still have love in my heart
But it's not guided by what lovers do in the dark
It's something stronger
More pure
More innocent
More right
Best way to say it
I have the love of CHRIST
In my life

-Flowriter

P.S.- I'm F.R.E.E; finally realizing everything exist... in me, for me all for the praise and glory of GOD and I can do all things through HE who strengthens me!
I'm free.

Be blessed

I Still Have Hope, However...

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Distant far glance
Not with my eyes
Done with my mind
Staring back into my past

Which haunts me like a ghost

Memories of old ways
Old days, the good and bad thangs
Tempting me from my current path
Ghostly whispers telling me stray

Current situations definitely not helping thangs.

I can feel that demon on my shoulder
Pushing the angel over
Figuring a new way
Castrating the spiritual path
Alleviating the current pain of the day

Masking an illusion
Creating a easy way out
Destined for the penitentiary
Confusion, no doubt.

Pray?

Please, Really Another Year?
Spent enough time, shed enough tears.
Gettin' off my knees, standing to my feet.

Hear that demon talk
Bad part is, I listen to him when he speaks
Reverting back to the madness of my youth
The streets

Momma, baby, and daddy gotta eat

Rent gotta get paid
Believe me, I prayed
Yet, it is still getting so hard
Feeling lost and forgotten

But, still begging GOD

I need one more chance
Not just in my mind
Not for my eyes
Distant far glance
Life worth living before my demise

I lived for war
But, I'll rest in peace.

~Flowriter