COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

I feel like complaining today, like all is depressingly sad;

Questioning God, counting and recounting all that's bad.

Beat down and tired, I feel I just can't shake the funk;

How do I lay down my load and drop this heavy junk?

God's been good to me, but I quickly seem to forget;

Why does it seem like my eyes are perpetually wet?

But when I force myself to clap and push out a praise;

My countenance lifts and I see, there is no longer a haze.

When I count my blessings, they seem to start stacking;

Then I realize that thankfulness is what I was lacking.

CONTENT OF THE HEART

1st half of the poem "CONTENT OF THE HEART"

What you see in front of you is only what you perceive;

It's not the truth, but based on what you 've received.

What you've received in this life changes your sight;

It determines what you think is wrong or right.

What you've done or what has been done to you,

Changes your perspective of what you think others do.

Do not be deceived, you cannot judge by that,

What you feel about that person may not be fact.

What you see others doing may not be appalling;

You try to help them, but they may not be falling....

6 POUNDS

Excerpt from the poem: 6 POUNDS



One will kill another based on the color of his skin, the color of his clothes or the pendant dangling from his chain and yet, we all bleed red. If you remove 6 pounds, we are indistinguishable from one another. 6 pounds is roughly the weight of the skin – remove it from all of us and then tell me who doesn’t deserved to be treated fairly, who doesn’t deserved a job, and who should go back to where they came from?

Are we not all from the same place? In Genesis 1:27 when God “Created man in His (own) image, in the image of God … male and female…” Do you really think that meant everyone but your neighbor?

MORE

Excerpt from the Poem: MORE

Constant yearning for more,

trying to up the score.

Craving satisfaction just a game,

in materialism, in fame.

Stories all had the same ending-

a hole gouged, no hope of mending.

Nothing, no-thing can fill that hole,

even when you've achieved your goal.

It isn't enough, you keep on striving,

the brakes are shot but you keep driving.

With this inertia and speed,

you can't stop, you crash and bleed