Posted in My thoughts, Poems

Joy

It isn’t about the humor in their words
Neither is it the lavishing of gifts upon.

I died to myself
And all that once satisfied

That I may know Him
And the story of me He authored

For the revelation of Jesus
Is the stirring of my joy

PneumaPoet

Posted in Poems

Fears

The future is far
Or so I thought.

“Knock knock”
“who’s there?”
“Future”, said he
“Future who?”, I asked
“The one you feared”, he responded
calmly

So here we are
Dining with Time
Skipping heartbeats

Only to know better
For he has proven to be
a friend
And the tales we once heard
was all a lie

Our purpose is here
The will of God expressed
For the foe is now our friend.

‘Seye Maj