Do you attend church?

I know it may be a crazy question to propose during this time but most don’t even think of the significance of being connected to church until crisis hits. So I couldn’t think of a more opportune time the bring it up. Seeing as though we are smack dab in the middle of a crisis.

Sacred Soldier: My Daily Prayer

The Sun has risen, The day is about to begin, But before I place my feet on the ground, I must first honor my Lord. Thank you for breath in my body Legs that move, eyes that see, ears that hear, And a mouth to constantly give you praise and honor, You are an awesome

Morning Due

Nighttime falls and I feel afraid. The darkness that was gone has returned. Dreading what’s to come, I hold to the truth that it will pass. The night is dark and often unbearable. A time of no light and sometimes pain. Like an insomniac at night I know it will be long, But I hold

Sacred Soldier: A Glimpse of Destiny

Traveling down a path unknown, So that you can seek the things that God has shown. And piece together your life anew, Settling for what’s right and true. To press your way toward eternal life, And resist the urge to stir up strife. The life you’ve chosen will bless you still, Even when your wrongs

So Called Love

Some call you a gift, Others a feeling to share. You teach us to have compassion, And how to care, However we often fear you. Bewildering our minds; Torturing our souls. To experience you brings happiness, And longing for you loneliness. In hopes of security, We look for you in others, For fear of being

The Mask-A-Rade

I have kept up this charade for long enough, And tired of pretending that I’m so tough. My life is no longer easy everything takes strength, And the will and power I no longer have. I’ve grown weary of my surroundings, They sift away what’s left. When will I learn that a mask is just

Destination Unknown (Dr. Change and Ms. Strange)

Floating between two extremes, The pressure to chose becomes unbearable. Do I have to decide now, Can I put it off once more? Fantasies of the future tickle my mind, They all tell me that I must decide. What do you want in life? Where do you want it to take you? Like tentacles these

In Darkness (with alternative ending)

There is a darkness that encompasses my soul, Taking my triumphs and making them old. Placing me in uncomfortable positions, Attempting to destroy and sabotage my mission. Days of rest and peace are few, In this darkness my impatience brews. In this darkness I hear roars of lions, Instilling in me the fear of dying.

Process of Persecution

Does that make me immoral then, That I don’t meet your expectations? I’m not what you see. Does that make me weaker than you, That I’m not able to deal with my oppression? I’m loathing my oppressor. Does that make me unstable, That I can’t handle your bickering? I hate those that prefer to be

It’s Your Time

You’ve waited patiently when times were hard, You played your hand and never threw down your cards. You taught yourself to look at the stars, Instead of looking at all of your internal scars. You laughed when the pain cut deep, You smiled so hard you thought you would weep. Your tears became make up