worship

I fear no abyss

 

Lightning air winds through his hair

 

Serpents entwine in his black curly coils

 

Strong and thick and big as a rig

 

Sky eyes pierce me with wisdom and ire

 

Shine light on my face, this face of a liar

 

A giant among all men and mice

 

Makes me meek as a meager mouse bite

 

I pray for one kiss to reach his lips

 

Crawl on through infinite muck and mire

 

Half of his hesitance is bathed in this


The other half moves closer and closer 

 

The whole of my soul believes in this role


All part of me is given to fire

 

Yet I fear no abyss but his plaintive remiss

 

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God helps those who help themselves

If you're wondering when I'll stop loving God, the answer is never.

I will love and worship the Lord forever.

God helps those who help themselves, this is true.

If you are in need, help yourself and God will help you.

We live in a world that is sometimes sinister and cruel.

But if God is a part of your life, life can be wonderful.

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Church

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2000-2013

Joy

The joy of the lord is spoken of quite often, but do you realy know of what you say.

How endless like the waves.  Going on forever, like the stars on high. 

When you feel his joy, you are only feeling a small, small part, of what his joy can be. 

Open your heart, open your mind to all that he can be.  - 2001

 

 

Revelation

A revelation is a wonderful thing. 

A new idea, a new song to sing, a new way of thinking.

His revelations are better then these, they bring you peace of mind, they heal all wounds in time.  - 2001

 

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Every time you think that you have reached, all of what worship can be.

There are places down the line, that you have yet to see.  -2002

 

 

 Church

Church should be a place to worship, a place of joy and peace.

A stronghold, a faith movement, not a place to just stand and sing.

Thats what it should be.

What have we done to worship, my love so dear and strong.

You stand, and you sway, but do you really know the way.

In god we worship, in god we praise.

God will always lead you to a bright and better day, a bright and better way.  -2003

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a collection of poems that I have written over the years, they all revolve around church, praise, and worship.

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An Expression Of Love

I am gravely sorry
That you hold pain within you.

 

We share love,

Whether you choose to accept it
In your reality or not.

 

I am empathetic towards your pain.

 

I am not a psychiatrist.
I am not a psychologist.
I do not know how to control your delusions,
Only you know how to do that.

 

I do know this.

When you can clearly see,
That keeping your mouth shut,
Instead of opening it,
Is hurting far more people
Than it is helping...

 

...it's time to open your damn mouth.

 

 

05/19/2013 10:04 AM ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We all choose our delusions in life.

On My Knees

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To God we owe All
I get on my knees,
to worship, 
to love you Lord.
I get on my knees, 
and lift You higher.
I give my all to You. 
For You.
I'll do anything for You.
I will love You all my days.
Because You,
You gave me my own life.
You saved me from my sin. 
You died up on that cross,
And I'll never be the same agian. 
I get on my knees,
to worship, 
to love you Lord.
I get on my knees,
and lift You higher.
Continue to love you Lord.
Before I met You,
I was broken and beat. 
Life without You, 
I made a mess of everything 
and that's why..
I get on my knees,
to worship, 
to love you Lord.
I get on my knees, 
and lift you higher.
I'll give my all  to You,
FOREVER.
 

 

 

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Crazy Monkey Bars

I'm on my shepherd boy swag, King David
Graduated from lions and bears to giants, Sling Major
The barriers been broken, direct access
embracing you haters, make you livid
now i'm educated, here's my ledger
now open the Bible Gates, Texas
The flood will wash away the suds of corruption,
so we wash rinse and lather with the scrub of his unction
so question my connection
I've already cast my vote for re-election
time is our most valuable asset
yet we reject it, waste it, kill it and spend it
rather than invest it
my stock was struck but rebuilt, twin towers
gather around the structure,
as I reveal His powers
it reels men in like fish
to save them from the drought,
he catches us for life and never takes the hook out,
saved from the furnace
we won't be served at the cook out
so stop holding your breath and open the gates
stop the complications and close the casket
and surve the only worthy Father
or face the unfaceable,
a case you can't pay in full,
the kiss of betrayal is nigh upon a raging bull,
who was led like a lamb but raise like a lion,
he will wage war on all enemies of Zion
now go head, decide ur poison
and cultivate the heat from your furnace, Dante
Convert now, for we all fall short and Romans 3:28
now Caution yourself for a residual lesson
you have to hold your breath to catch wind
of the spiritual essence,
once you die
then you can live in His heavenly presence
so, wait till the last second
and take a chance at being denied access
once the lungs deflate
there’s no chance to cash that check,
been castrated
can't be reproduced in his likeness
Cascading through the flesh,
doesn’t innate a spiritual blessing , You hallucinating
So become a righteous stickler,
an ignite prayers
Stone cold believers,
attract likeminded warriors
Control, alt, delete; start it over
Now stop stallin,
get with Christ,
become a true baller
Still lingering, disappointed, Dried up,
parch, disgusted; cotton mouth
Trust in the plan and illuminate through valley; rebirth
it's black and white like Obama,
can't miss it, black mamba,
Kobe in his prime
it's discussion open,
chime in at anytime
anticipation,
like waiting for that phone call
to hear Him say
Well done my son, great job,
we praise God so loud it shakes the stars,
breaking out the cage
while we spit these crazy monkey bars

By: Jeremy Baker & David Johnson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Jeremy and I play a game called word play and this is what we came up with. He does a line, then I do a line and we keep going till we feel we're done. Enjoy!

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Restrained Angel

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Free Flow

What do you do when you can't hear the song birds sing
When you open your eyes and everything seems like a dream
When you search the stars foe a piece of heaven
And it rains on your soul like a thousand horses racing through the pasture
The pressures of life can be so unbearable at times
So what do you do when you've fallen so deep
That when you look up Hell's fury is all you see

Lost in temptation
Wondering if heaven will be my final destination
I have cried so many nights
Screamed out loud
Hoping to release this pain
That burns so deep within
What do i do when i can no longer scream
How will you hear my cry
If my voice is trapped behind this distilled picture i call life

Too many roads with no set destination
Too many dead ends
Which way do I go
How will I ever find my way home
I hear you calling out for me
But through the black fog
I can not see past the bridge of my eyelids
Consumed in darkness my soul is trapped
God i pray to find my way back

(c) 2012 Cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry Covington

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Listen Deep..

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Free Flow

The sound of his voice echos through the clouds
As the rain pounds the earth washing us clean
For it is his blessing that reigns supreme
Bound in his glory, we should surly praise
The clouds from on high, our souls he just saved
Stretch your arms wide and give a stranger a hug
Feed them
Clothe them
Pray for them
Leaned a helping hand
Where we are weak
God makes us stronger
Nothing can tear us down
Make us fall from glory
Bow to the earth and listen deep
You can hear the sound of his feet
Bloody and pierced
Yet he gathers his sheep
Letting no one go a stray
Letting no voice go unheard
He answers you when you call out to him
So why dont you heard his crying
In the midnight hour, weeping for our souls
Never turn deaths ear upon us
Even when we know we may deserve it
Forgiveness, He screams from his loins
The way to heaven is through our Praise
Listen deep, to the sound of his love
As the sky fills with a thousand white doves
Breathed from Glory
Praises we must sing
Praises to the heavens
As His soul listens deep

(c) 2012 Cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry Covington

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My Praise is not For Sale, Is there No Justice (collabration with Makeisha Williams & Evolutions of Poetry)

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Collabrotions

Here i stand looking for my sword
Only to here i gotta pay
Before i can fill my soul with the word
Where they do that at
And what happen to freedom of religion
Church is not the only place to have bible studies
Sometimes it's good to break away among the sisters
Read Gods word and share in His praise
So why do i have to pay
Just to worship God in my home
Where it is my throne to his loving grace
Where he tends to my every need
Where we met in exaltation's
As he takes me to the next level
There is no amount of money
That could make me stop
Praising my Savior
Don't get me wrong I mean no disrespect,
But seriously
I Don't see then charging Jehovah Witnesses
For knocking at my door
Wanting to teach us about their word
So why must our freedom of religion
Be tagged and fined
Just for having bible study at home
Or our side of a church building
God says,
Church starts within your heart
So where we choose to Assemble
Want matter as long as we continue to Praise Him
So throw away your Fines
Or lock me away
Because I am still going to Praise my Jesus
In my home
Church Parking lot
At Mc Donalds
Or even Big Lots
Where ever I am
When the Presence of the lord hits me
I'll fall to my knees
And give him the ultimate Glory
So Locking me away want stop My Praise...~Eop~

I refuse to be confined to the walls of the temple,
just as my life, my praise is “not” simple
so lock me up and throw away the key,
God will still hear my plea,
He will still give me the VICTORY,
they can chain me to ground,
starve me until I lose forty pounds
but I will continue to be heaven bound,
cause can’t nobody run where they don’t pay the rent
especially if its where my money is spent,
God is the rock of my salvation
and served as the basis of this nation
yet they want to remove Him from the places He is needed the most
as if the His presence isn’t needed in homes from coast to coast,
I don’t mean to be one to boast
but I will Holy Ghost praise
even when the police is in my face
cause I don’t mind catching a case
all in the name of my Jesus
who has healed me time and time again,
died to cover all of my sins,
protected me and family from harms way
so if we feel the need to go down on our knees,
sing our songs giving Him the glory
while sharing our personal story
then our obedience to Christ is worth the sacrifice
of praising in our home without thinking twice,
willingly being ready to pay the price
even if it cost me my life
cause I am determined to live and die all in the name in God
so the authorities better choose their battle wisely before they start,
especially when they still spending money that says “In God We Trust,”
yet bound and determine to throw Him in the dust,
I won’t stand for this disrespect of my Savior,
so don’t me shocked by my behavior
cause I am bout to lunge with the Bible as my gun
leaving this world to be stunned
just I am the one being shunned
for allowing my praise to remain the same
as if the threat of a fee could penetrate a change,
God is my heart, my soul, my love
so to Him I will always give the praise,
the honor and the glory
just because He gave me strength to tell my story~MAW

(c) 2012 Makeisha A. Williams & cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry covington

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Collabo was created from a new story we saw about a family being arrested and fined for having bible study in their home. This is nothing new to us we do it all the time but now there is a law that says you must pay to worship God in your own home..