Tag: Faith

I am not a colour

I am not a colour

I am not a skin pigmentation

I am not your enemy

I am love

I am light

I am beautiful

I am peace

I am hope

I am priceless

I am wisdom

I am a threat to evil

I am a threat to fools

I am the Apple of God’s Eyes

I am the Image of God

I am the Likeness of God

I am who I Am said I am

I am the King of the Eagles

by Mr Chrislove™

Peace Be Still

Though my night seem long

Yet will I rest in the creative work of God

The finished work on the Cross

Is the reason for my hope

For I know that soon; yes, very soon

This raging tempest will calm

And peace will be restored to mankind

Then will the sun smile on us again

But this time, even brighter and lovelier

So I say to my soul

Peace be still

For the Lord is on the throne

This is not a scripted game

And no one can dethrone Him

So again I say to my soul

Peace be still!

And rejoice in the finished work of Christ.

Peace Be Still
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by Mr Chrislove™

I NEED YOU

I may not be able to change the world

Or everyone in it

But I can change my dressings

And maybe, my address

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I will need your voice on bedside

To bring me hope and courage

That even if I lost all

I gain you

.

And if life is brief as we were told,

Mine will be best

Summarized in you

I need you!

by Mr Chrislove™

IF I Ever Get To Regret

‪ If I ever get to regret

I will regret the day I regretted

Eating the food that made me purge

My stomach needed that much cleansing

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by Mr Chrislove™

Why Am I Even Here?

I have many friends

Yet I am most lonely

I have some followers

Yet I am no one's leader

I am surrounding by many

Yet I am deeply empty inside

Many people looking up to me

Yet I have no one to look up to.




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by Mr Chrislove™

MANY VOICES

I hear many voices

But who’s speaking?

Am I to listen to the voices

Or to know who’s speaking?

Will listening to the voices

Help me know who’s speaking?

Or will the voices

Distract me from who’s speaking?

Though my soul is constantly tormented by the surrounding voices

My dear heart pants to hear who’s speaking

Like the hungry soul of a pilgrim looking for direction

In a wilderness with many roads and deception

I wish I could be alone with no voices

But true silence only exist outside of the land of the living.

Please, who can help me filter these voices?

For my existence is tied to identifying and following the one who’s speaking.

by Mr Chrislove™