A Brand New Year

I thank you my Heavenly Father, it’s a brand new year and I’m still here by your Heavenly Grace and that’s perfectly clear
Still there’s fear, I’m stuck in first gear, so in 2017 with so much unseen, on you I’ll have to lean in order to stay clean.
Now I’m asking for your blessings, for your strength to preserve and a change of atmosphere.
Yes Lord, I want to spread my wings, grab the golden rings, there are songs to sing, here comes spring.
Thus I want to stay on board, keep traveling upward, if to you I keep coming toward there’s a great and awesome reward.
But I’m all mixed up and it’s a bitter cup, for this stage in my life is new, which keeps me wondering what to say, what to do?
I want my mind to stop churning, to become discerning, obtain understanding while learning. So in Lord Jesus name I do pray, but HEY, I’m already headed the right way.
Although I’m in a world that’s totally material, where what you have makes you imperial and boarding on insanity because it’s all vanity, like trying to apprehend the wind.
Without you Lord, the world’s success is hollow, many loose their way trying to follow while finding it’s a very hard pill to swollow.
Still, we kill ourselves for Earthly treasures, trying to aquire them by any means, any measure cause the flesh is all about pleasure.
After living the way of the world and constantly stumbling, hard lessons I’ve learned which have been humbling.
I thank you Lord, under the circumstances you gave me a second chance. I’m tired of going wrong, it’s time to live right so in Lord Jesus name I pray for insight.
To make my life complete and put my feet on solid concrete and to be discrete.
You are my Heavenly Father and the best of friends who is with me until the very end.
So I thank you again for making things clear, giving me my poems and a another Blessed Year… AMEN.

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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