OCEANS

As the northern winds bring storms to your seas,
You’ll be tossed in the motion for brisk is the breeze.
As you man troubled waters, reach high for the call,
As you watch the waves rise, extend as they fall.

Though the course is unsteady, stay balanced and true.
Though the water is heady, let it flow over you.
For the waves move you forward towards your journey’s end,
Pushing onward and outward and around every bend.

From dusk into twilight, from evening to dawn,
Though darkness surrounds you, know there’s Light just beyond.
The force on the water makes the currents push through.
Move all that weighs on you further beyond you.

There is power in your waters… There is life in your seas…
There are riches beneath you… You hold the keys.
Your treasure is hidden for it dwells at the core.
You must dive deep to seize it from your ocean’s floor.

Vast is your reach and thus far you shall go.
For the Ocean above meets your ocean below.

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HIGH FASHIONED MODELS FOR CHRIST

You, stepping high and looking quite fine,
The world is your runway as you keep in time.
All eyes are upon you – your beauty, your style.
You’re walking that walk and you’re flashing that smile.
As God gives you favor and doors open wide,
Be careful to guard against arrogant pride.
For the Lord has exalted many a man.
Yet, He’s humbled the same – yes, it is all in His hand.

The path that you follow is not meant for all
As many are chosen but few here are called.
The enemy’s watching. He comes in disguise
With those who are waiting for your compromise.
An assignment’s been given and it fits only you.
His reflection upon you looks great from this view!
He’s standing beside you and cheering you on.
No greater reward has been placed there upon.

Walk straight down that path custom made for your feet
For the catwalks of life lead to those you will meet.
Be strong and be ready, He directs whom He’ll choose
To place there before you to spread the good news!
You, who aspiring young girls look up to,
We’ll see who you are as we watch what they do.
As you model a temple that the Lord dwells within,
You’ll model an image well covered from sin.

We’re held to account for all that we do.
Don’t cause one to stumble as they follow you.
Before all the glamor and pearls that you don,
Explain why God’s ARMOR is first to put on.
With grace and with poise, take His SHIELD in your hand.
Position a faith that allows you to stand.
Let the HAT OF SALVATION envelop your mind,
With the SWORD OF THE SPIRIT (the Word), Sin you will bind.

Model that snug BELT OF TRUTH ’round your waste
With the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS there in its place.
Step high in those heels for the GOSPEL OF PEACE.
Then PRAY to Him always. No, don’t ever cease.
Stay alert and endure as you pray for the saints.
In all, be forgiving. In all, no complaints.
Your heart will be covered from Satan’s attacks,
His lies and his doubts because God’s got your back !

Then highlight your secrets to life every day:
Teach them to worship as you kneel to pray.
Tell them to ask God for boldness in word.
Now, go share your witness so He will be heard.
You, birthed in Zion, go conquer the world!
You’re a virtuous woman; you’re God’s ‘Covered Girl.’
A High Fashioned Model for Christ you shall be.
So fashion an image of what He will see.

The world’s waiting for you – be bold, stand your ground.
Keep your eyes looking to Him and never look down.
Take your place on life’s stage for His light on you shows.
Sachet into action – go ahead, strike a pose!
Then make way for Jesus, for He’s coming through
With designs to transform you and make you brand new.
Look up all you Fendis and Versaces, too.
You Guccis and Laurens, He’s high over you.

For He is the One who we call on to save
From our sin, from ourselves, and yes, even the grave.
There is none, great or small, who can dare make this claim.
So we humbly and reverently call on His name.
Take a bow, my Lord Jesus, for the honor is Yours.
We’re all here to praise You and raise You. Encore!

May His Veil Be Upon You, May His Grace Shine Down On You.

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THE EYES IN THE SKIES ( A Mother’s Prayer)

As your probing eyes gazed up at skies:
“Are there angels looking down?”
Now your thoughts of play are tucked away
And quiet is the sound.

On streets once made of Sesame:
“See, I can tie my shoe!”
Your dress-up play is gone today,
Your ninja turtles, too!

Childhood stories read aloud,
As precious as can be.
If I could find my way through time,
I’d bring you home to me.

Sweet kisses followed bedtime prayers
With “Love you” hugs so tight.
I held you close and dried your tears
And tried to make it right.

So now, I lay me down to sleep,
I bow my head and then I weep:
“Hush my fears, don’t say a word
For a mother’s prayers are always heard.”

You are Mommy’s little helper –
With energy and spark,
Uniquely wound with life abound,
You’re sure to make your mark.

You are Mommy’s little big man –
Your growing strong and tall.
You’re building dreams from simple things
With a mind that masters all.

You are Mommy’s little sunshine,
such A bright and shining star.
when you Find your way, you’ll never stray
and your light will travel far.

As probing Eyes from above the skies
See my tears that are falling down:
“Your dreams today are just prayers away,
So quiet now the sound.”

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