The Right Season

Jesus give me the power within?
I want to be as strong as I can?
Jesus I know I was put here for a reason?
Tell me has it become my season?

The season to stand out.
The season to shout.
The season to see.
The season to know who you want me to be.

Is it the season to tell my story?
Is it time to give you glory?
Is it the season to tell about my broken heart?
To tell them about how it was torn apart?

Better yet how you saved my soul.
The way you made me whole.
Shall I report that you forgave my sin?
Shall I report how you healed my heart and helped me to begin again?

Shall I tell them that they are covered by the blood of the lamb?
Shall I tell them the lamb was really a man?
Should I tell them this man gave his life when he died on the cross?
Will they know that you did it for the lost?

Will they believe and call on your name?
Do they know that if they do they will never be the same?
Do they realize they will become a new man?
Shall they know that for their life you have a plan?

Do they know there will come a season to tell their story?
Will they realize that it will be for your glory?
I realized that this season was mine.
I realized this was the right time.

I have told my story.
I know that for this season I have brought him glory.
I have put away sin.
I have become a new man.
I want everyone to know I am no longer the same.
I will always rejoice and praise his name.

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I am 44 years old and my spouse is Darrell Counts, we met when we were in High School and started dating when I was 16 and he was 19. We were married when I was 18 and he was 22. We have some great times and some very sad times, but with the help of our savior Jesus Christ we are getting through. I have bee attending college for several years now, I have an Associates Degree in Business Administration w/c in Computer Information Systems. I currently attend Everest University working toward a Bachelor of Science Degree in Computer Programming and I am currently looking for work. My hobbies are writing Christian Poetry (I have one book published "Walkng in God's Love" and another book finished; but not published yet. I enjoy reading a good Christian novel and watching Christian based movies like Courageous, the Grace Card. I love bowling and going out to a good movie with the hubby or friends. My main goal in life is to serve my Savior to the best of my ability and to make a difference in everything I do for his glory, not mine!
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