Praise Him!


Praise Him all you peoples!
Send praises abroad,
Draw words from deep within,
Give honour, praise, adore!
To the king who reigns,
Who dwells forevermore,
To whom our hearts beat,
To whom our spirits bow,
By whom only our hearts are tamed,
Stone-hard hearts made into flesh,
Who our conscience inspires,
And leads the wayward home,
Who gives the foolish wisdom,
Directs the disillusioned,
Who in darkness is the light,
Our hope when despair strikes.
All praise is the Lord’s,
Praise Him!
The birds in chorus sing,
The roaring waves resound,
Thunder strikes and earth trembles,
He commands all the world,
The work of His own hands.
How manifold are His creations!
In wisdom He has made them.
All our prayers to Him ascend,
There’s not one He disregards,
He lifts the bowed down,
Strengthens the weak and lowly,
He fights for the oppressed,
Defends the widow and fatherless,
Justice is forever with Him,
The wicked can’t escape,
He grants the righteous peace.

Let your heart explode with praise,
Have your tongue confess His name,
Great is the Lord!
Worthy of every praise!
Great in might and power,
Who established earth’s foundation,
So that it cannot be moved.

Livin’ it Right.


It’s a depressant- this life
A walk going on and on,
We don’t realize when our shoes beat up,
It’s an expedition,
A wildebeest migration,
Only the strong or lucky make it,
It may seem like a bus ride,
On a bumpy road,
With bits of steep ups and downs,
Where we go up real slow,
Holding on for life’s dear sake
Uncertain if we’ll get there,
Will we fall back rolling?
Because we couldn’t make it?

The little ones feel it too,
The pressure to attain,
The hard drive to be great,
To run a maze,
Find a way out,
To be known for something,
So they end up trying everything,
Some of them gave up already,
Can’t you see it?
They just sitting,
Chilling for whatever,
Holding a lit cigar,
A bottle of something,
With eyes fixed on a screen,
What should scare them doesn’t,
Not anymore,
Not since they got used to.

“You’ll remember me”,
Or so I tell myself-
“A walking monument,
A painting come to life,
A marvellous scenery,
With a chest arty,
Shoulders bulging wide,
A Goliath,
With a Jezebel,
I’ll make it to the news,
And your history books.”

I was blind,
All along lost,
Thought the world a lie,
But the only lier was me,
Said I could make it,
Get through life on my own,
By my own wit and strength,
But look how far I got,
Not far at all.

They say a wrong is two strokes,
I have made many wrongs,
For I carried crosses,
Till I met The Light,
The only one who right my wrongs.
He came to me first,
When I was busy sending hate,
Calling out my “haters”,
Giving negative vibes,
He saw my heart-
A rebel on the outside,
A cripple in the inside,
He nursed my wounds,
Said I didn’t have to be strong,
Didn’t even have to fight,
And I was there feeling stupid,
Hiding my face,
Crying over days lost,
Lamenting over this person I was,
That lost soul.

He said I could start over,
I could live right in light,
I could make it right.
And like in a dream,
Or a blurry vision-
I looked at Him and saw hope,
For as long as I’m looking up,
There is hope.

Don’t Hold Me.

I see you hold her hand,
Then grasp her waist, she smiles.
Then peck her on the cheek.
You whisper something into her ear,
And even I am alurred.

But if your hand on mine yields sin,
If your arm around my waist stirs up lust,
If that peck violates my faith,
And your whisper deafens my heed to God,
Then I forfeit those ‘favours’.

If your holding me has a hold on me,
A hold of guilt that never leaves,
Then don’t hold me I plead.
Do not excite my flesh please,
For I’d rather have a needy flesh,
Than throw my soul to hell.
For trading light for darkness.♥

I’m positive- It Is a Good Day!

I breath sanity in the morning,
I taste optimism loading,
I feel as a composed man,
I’m positive, it is a good day.

I think up this day’s goals,
One by one aligned as poles,
Each seemingly achievable,
I’m positive, it is a good day.

I thank the Maker for another chance,
To give earth another glance,
To become a better steward,
I’m positive, it is a good day.

But deep within I faltter a little,
That I might this time belittle,
And leave my work undone, destructed,
Still I’m positive, it is a good day.

So grant me a clear mind,
Dear Maker for you art kind,
I will work as though for you,
I’m positive, it is a good day.