POETRY PAGE

 

"And I’ll be the poet who sings your glory,

and live what I sing every day."

Psalm 61:8, The Message Bible

Woman of God 

A Prophetic Psalm

      

Woman of God

Your God is great

Get up now, resuscitate

The Lord of lords conquered the Cross

He paid the price to be the Boss

Woman of God, Don’t hesitate

Answer the call and dominate

You’re made to reign, so come alive

Enforce the Word and take the prize

Woman of God, It’s time to shake
Off the one known as the snake
Discern the times and seize the hour
Fulfill My Word in deed and power



Woman of God, Your God is Great
Know Who I Am and take your place
As one who reigns with royal domain
Washed in My Blood, Armed in My Name

Woman of God, Don’t say you’re not

All My Son died for and got

In burning love His heart esteemed

Every single woman His Blood redeemed

Woman of God, I’m commanding you
Get in My Word and be renewed
It’s time, it’s time to recognize
Just how awesome you are in Christ





You’re not who you used to be
You’re the righteousness of God
And the very image of Me

Woman of God, Hear what I say

Know who you are and take your place

As one who reigns with royal domain

Washed in My Blood, Armed in My Name

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   Anthem of 

Thanksgiving

"Psalm 151"

Thank You, Thank You
Awesome Lord
Eternal King

Supremely Supreme

Is Your Superiority

And Magnificently

Magnificent

Is Your Majesty

Lamb of God

Sweet Spirit of Truth

No One Could Ever

Compare To You

Supreme Sacrifice

Omnipotent King

You Are Amazingly

Amazing

You Taught Me How To See

And Showed Me I Can Be

All The "I Ams" of Me

And You Did It Lovingly

Forever I Can Stand

For With Strong Demand

You Took Away The Fears

That Chained Me

Through The Years

Yes, You Taught Me How To See

And Showed Me I Can Be

All The "I Ams" Of Me

And You Did It Commandingly

Forever I Will Stand

For With Strong Demand

You Took Away All Fears

That Caged Me

Through The Years

You Made My Heart To See

All The "I Ams" Of Me

And Now I’m Really Free

And So Phenomenally

Thank You, Thank You

Beautiful God

Irresistible King

Indeed You Are

Amazingly Amazing

So Amazingly Amazing

My Forever King

So Amazingly Amazing

My Everything

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The next two poems "Who Gives A Care, Anyway" and "Little Girl, Little Girl" are dedicated to every child who is desperately desperate for love; to all the children who have been abused, neglected, disrespected and rejected, and made to feel like they are nothing and nobody, and that the world would have been much better off if they had never been born.

Yes, I dedicate these two (2) poems to the broken, wounded, hemorraghing children who make wrong choices over and over again, because they truly have no idea who they are or why they are. They think they are nothing and have no value and act like they’re nothing and have no value.  And because of their unbridled actions, they are too often being judged critically, and harshly and so unjustly. Our children have life and just don’t know what to do with it, and the enemy of their souls is capitalizing massively on their ignorance. 



It’s time for the Church of the Living God to wake up out of her sleep and slumber, hear God’s Clarion Call, and violently snatch our children out of the hands of the enemy!

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WHO GIVES A CARE . . .

ANYWAY?

When sleep is no where to be found

And heartache is always around

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?



When you’re a pebble in the sand

And you lose the child to be the man

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When deep inside you feel inept

And sinking fast is you yourself

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you can’t find a single trace

Of a mother’s love or warm embrace

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When your own house is not a home

And the "Dad" you know is called "Alone"

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you don’t know who you really are

And you hide behind the pain, the scars

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you don’t feel the right to dream

And you’ve displaced your self-esteem

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When you’re losing grip and cannot cope

And in walks dope disguised as hope

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When no one screams, "Just say nope!"

And foolishly you nurse that "coke"

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When a notorious gang wants to befriend

And make you "family" to the bitter end

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

When now at last, you’re on the Top

But it all comes down with one loud Pop!

Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

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Well, what he wore was only red

When someone in blue shot him dead

But Who Gives A Care, Anyway?

I Do!

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LITTLE GIRL, LITTLE GIRL

Little Girl, Little Girl

Where’s your smile?

I lost it back, I lost it back

A country mile

Little Girl, Little Girl

Why so sad?

I want the love, I want the love

I never had.

Little Girl, Little Girl

Who can you be?

I’m Tender Years

With tears and fears

And misery!

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All Written By:

Ora Stearns Smith

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