The Fight Inside

Anger surges, the powers that be.

How I loathe anger, this anger in me.

It spews and spits and grits its mad teeth.

Who am I? What am I?

When anger is in me?

You are not welcome

Says I

Make your way towards home.

Yet this ol' anger it just 

Won’t leave me alone!

The Anger in Me!

Anger surges, the powers that be.

How I loathe anger, this anger in me.

It spews and spits and grits its mad teeth.

Who am I? What am I?

When anger is in me?

You are not welcome

Says I

Make your way towards home.

Yet this O'L anger it just 

Won’t leave me alone!

 

Success!

Out stretched arms extend

toward the light.

With all my strength

and fleeting might.

I press on surely to

Reach my delight.

The goal of future

 Past, Now made present.

This day yet still young

I’m overjoyed for this

has come goals once seen

afar are now made done!

A book that has helped me reach this success: Great Read! 

I am Ready

I am he and he is I.

This man, this guy

who am I?

What I spy with this ever so keen eye

is the flesh in morph

as it dies.

Dead is he who use to be

and in place of him

is now me.

So Lord if your there

please Lord hear my prayer;

dear Lord use me!

Lord your Mighty

The suffering has come so swift,

as our realities switch.

Things which once was familiar,

are now new.

And who knew such an event

would transpire?

What luck we have

 such travesty is birthed at what hour?

Yet afraid we are not

for we know of him who

has power!

Water’s rose and turned red.

He even can number

the hairs on our heads.

For he that is mighty

can surely restore.

For he that is mighty

is Christ my Lord!