O LORD, I COME TO PRAISE YOU

by Marie Mabry
This creation of mine is a song as well as a poem.
 

 
O LORD
I COME TO PRAISE YOUR NAME.
O LORD
I WANT TO PRAISE YOUR NAME,
BECAUSE YOUR NAME IS SWEET
AND IT BLESSES ME.
I HAVE TO PRAISE YOUR HOLY NAME.
 
O LORD
I COME TO PRAISE YOUR NAME.
O LORD
I WANT TO PRAISE YOUR NAME,
BECAUSE YOUR NAME IS HOLY
AND IT IS RIGHTEOUS.
I HAVE TO PRAISE YOUR HOLY NAME.
 
O LORD
I COME TO PRAISE YOUR NAME.
O LORD
I WANT TO PRAISE YOUR NAME,
BECAUSE YOUR NAME IS SPECIAL
AND IS WORTHY.
I HAVE TO PRAISE YOUR HOLY NAME
 
O LORD
I COME TO PRAISE YOUR NAME
O LORD
I WANT TO PRAISE YOUR NAME,
BECAUSE YOUR NAME REFRESHES
AND EXCITES ME.
I HAVE TO PRAISE YOUR HOLY NAME.
 
I HAVE TO PRAISE YOUR NAME.
A NAME THAT RIGHTS ALL WRONG,
A NAME THAT DELIVERS FROM SIN,
A NAME THAT FREES ALL MEN.
I HAVE TO PRAISE YOUR HOLY NAME.

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This post was written by admin on August 31, 2008

Victory

by Nori Joaquin

My spirit rejoices
Although I cannot see beyond this moment
Deliverance is just ahead of me
My God has heard my cries
My pleas have reached His throne
His mighty hand is being extended
His love for me has bared enough
With an outstretched arm He will save me
With the might of His hand He will pick me up
Traps lie in wait for the enemy
Like he once lay in wait for me
Destruction awaits him who schemes against the anointed
His defeat will be proclaimed
while I will be exalted
Though guilt and shame once covered my heart
Joy and redemption are now my song
The eyes of my mind now see the victory
I will run towards it and take hold of it
My heavenly Father has been true to His word
He is my ever present help in time of trouble

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This post was written by admin on August 31, 2008

Silent

by Nori Joaquin

Naked, silent and mute she stood
Away in the darkness unaware
Pain clothed her
Silent were her tears
No voice could be heard
But God heard the pain in her silence
He understood her moaning
With loving words of life
He brings forth the light
The darkness breaks
Never again will she return
She will not be silent
But with a loud voice she will cry out
Declaring freedom to the captives
Living, loving, giving
Because triumph is now her story

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This post was written by admin on August 31, 2008

Praise

by Nori Joaquin

Lord I will lift you high
Though my life is shattered and broken
I will praise your name
Though the storms of life surround me
I will exalt you
Though trouble may encompass me
I will worship you
Though the enemy pursues me
I will dance and sing
For I know my God
He has saved me and rescued me
He has strengthened me and comforted me
He is my joy, my peace and my hope
My lips will forever sing your praises
Hallelujah!

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This post was written by admin on August 31, 2008

“Where Is The Spring?”

…..by Dustin Frampton 02.07.06

I looked out the window this morning
And saw something I always saw but never saw
Trees that lost their strength, in a desperate longing,
Anticipating the return of their wealth

Why!! Did he betray himself to be shaven
Like the trees he lost his strength
Because he welcomed the cold atmosphere
The colorful splendor gone

Where!! Is the blessing I’ve been promised
Like the trees, I am bare
My pocket yearns for the spring
Yearns for the time of abundance

I saw something that couldn’t be seen
There is a time and a season for everything
Wealth returned to the trees. Hair begins to grow
My season will come. Strength and wealth are mine.

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This post was written by admin on August 28, 2008

“The Gall Of You”

…..by Marie Penn-Mabry 02/27/01

How does anyone
Fit his or her lips
To words that
Dehumanize another?

Who are you
To tell me
That I can’t/
Do?

Who are you
To tell me
That I don’t/
Know?

Who are you
To tell me
That I won’t /
Be a success?

That I’ll never/
Achieve
That I’ll never/
Amount to anything,
That I’ll never/
Learn?

I am a child of the king!
He owns everything!
Therefore I am successful,
And I am prosperous.

I am fearfully and
Wonderfully made
By his hands.

I desire to have
The mind of Christ,
And he knows everything.

Devil, you can’t tell me
Anything!
You are the father of lies.

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This post was written by admin on August 28, 2008