I wake up...
Bow my head...
Laying burdens down...
As I weep to the Lord, my face kissing ground...
Losing a love one is never easy...
Shared memories in my brain trying to appease me...
Tears still coming out...
My inner peace shouting out Loud...
JESUS HELP ME OUT!!!
The compassion I feel...
Seems to surreal...
To the world out there...
Somewhere...
Some place else...
I can't even help myself...
That's why my life is in GODs hands...
I serve under only HIS commands...
Beyond that point of no return...
My Lord, My Savior, My GOD is the only person I can turn....
Why oh why...
Must I always cry...
Jeremiah was a weeping prophet...
No one really explained why...
And my tears have always been...
My useful way to vent...
Being bold like the Apostle Paul...
Taming the inner parts of my Saul...
Spewing out force..
Being careful with my words...
But then, I remember those times...
When I grew up just hustling every day and night...
Sleepless on my grind...
Bullets flying at me so often...
Postponing...
My appointment...
with the coroners...
Death lurking around each corner...
This was not the life I chose...
Getting battered by those...
I shall not to disclose...
But looking at their lives now..
Their punishment truly shows...
Long time since forgiveness came along...
Long time for me to punished those who did me wrong...
I was the one all along...
Living in my own hell not able to move on...
Blamed it...
Never Said it...
But I expressed it...
In my heartless...
Mafia princess...
Demeanor...
dope dealers...
I was never flattered...
Again to that moment of darkness...
And losing so many love ones regardless...
But death has taught me more about life...
Appreciate every ounce of breath...
of my life...
As I sit and breathe in my own space...
I go back to the moments when I was displaced...
That footprints with GOD was truly something great...
Didn't think the Bible teacher in Juvenile Hall would be, so helpful...
And every moment I read it, I was feeling less resentful...
I was wounded...
By some creeps...
Being wounded in the streets...
The wound in reality...
It all starts with my family...
I write like I am still angry...
Not angry at all...
But the one who helps me thus far...
Is the GOD I believe...
The JESUS in me...
So being strong is an overated thing to be...
When I am weak...I AM made strong...
And every year of my life...
I will please GOD my whole life long....
Courageous as David...
and wisdom like Solomon..
In comparison to Elijah & Elisha, who were not so common....
Joshua is relentless and as thorough as Peter...
I AM more calm as I pen each letter...
And I needed to remember...
That my life will always matter...
Even if I have one of those days...
JESUS is the truth, the life and the way...
