Motherly
rescued
There
is a time when man looses hope and inspiration, he finds very little
comfort in his surroundings,
He
somehow manages to stay afloat in the environment in which he chooses
to reside.
Life
to him is not so important as he ponders the effects of death, man
goes and carry on his relentless pursue in finding meaning to his
life,
He
encounters beauty in the world where the earth is constantly being
destroyed of God's purpose's, and still memories rekindle his vision
about where to start again in the journey for honor, respect,
loyalty, horsemanship.
Man
have a sense of awareness, he knows about all things and spirituality
is his greatest call, he rekindles and reaffirm...himself because of his
adversaries have torn away his last strong hold, but yet his spirit
is uplifted from others whom he see's as himself.
There
is a cry louder than heaven it reaches God's throne, God is a just
God, he hears our whispers also our thoughts, nothing goes unnoticed
in the web He wove.
If
man calls on God, he must not fear life or death, these two go hand
to hand with his purpose.
Night
follows day and day follows night a paradox, filled with meaning and
disguise.
If
we man or women call on Him, it will require a great sacrifice from
those whom call on him. Some day ones faith will save him or
challenge his or her devotion. Life is a privilege it holds many
wonders, surprises, intrigues, fascinations, and a world of untold
riches of spiritual gifts, eternity and God's blessings so as to
marvel at his creation.
A
man is God's image, women are an extension of God's tender side of
compassion, I wish God was my mother to really understand my greatest
want! Someday a door will open and many will be called, I hope to
find the true warriors at the other side. Someday a call will empower
me to venture forth as a spiritual warrior for God Almighty. Man for
now yearn to find hope and inspiration to move hand and hand with
God's choir.
Sept.97
