Showing posts with label angels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angels. Show all posts

Thursday, July 31, 2014

What Jesus Says

"What Jesus Says"
 written by Feon Davis

You are my servant,
There is no queers from the start,
My answer is find,
You are my child,
I am yours, I said,
You are my servant,
Therefore, you sat with me,
I am His,
What Jesus Says,
I am his,
I am taken by His Spirit,
What Jesus Says,
My spirit shouts with voice now,
I am relieved,
By What Jesus Says.
 
 
 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

NEW POEM "LIKE A BABY CRADLED IN HIS ARMS"



Like A Baby Cradled In His Arms

Like a baby cradled I surrender,  
Like a baby cradled with a broken heart,
Like a baby cradled take my spirit and heal it
Like a baby cradled,
Your glory like the warmth of love, 
 Like a baby cradled comfort me,
Like a baby within his mother’s arms, 
Shield me and protect me from harm,
Like a baby cradled after being born,
I am a blessing on this earth you brought forth.

written by Feon L Davis All right Reserved.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Blessed Child


A Blessed Child 
 
Those little hands and finger, and tiny toes,
I Thank God for blessing me with a child,
A blessed child that runs, walk and is healthy as He,
I Thank God for blessing me with a loving child,
So gentle his heart and soul, a new
His eyes fill of your grace, and Holy Spirit,
When I see Him,
His arms, and legs grow with every hug, and kiss and prayer,
I Thank Father God for giving me a blessed child,
She shines like the beauty of a pink rose fill of serenity,
She walks toward me with pure innocence, and love of your strength,
She runs into my arms, and I just can't let go of sheltering her from the storm,
I Thank God for blessing me with a blessed Child in his name.

Baring Gift


    

 Baring Gift


I am taken back my heart,
I am taken my soul,
I am taken my soul,
I am taken my flesh,
No more abuse,
No more false love,
No more I am used goods,
I am in his image,
I am of his image,
I am a virtuous woman,
I am to be appreciate, loved, woman of beauty,
I am free in his image,
I belong to myself,
I belong as a virtuous woman.

Proverbs 31:10-41

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

"I Ask God"



"I Ask God"

I ask God?
I ask ... well?
For rest with this weariness,
I ask God to take care of it,
I ask God to break the chains and bonds,
I ask God to touch my brothers,
I ask God to deliver them from Satan's clenches,
I ask God to hobble their heart and spirit,
I ask God in His Holy Spirit grace them,
I ask God unify, seal and armor their spirit in His righteous name.
AMEN.
I written this due to prayer I said for all and for my family.
Your welcome to print this share it or share here.
All that I write is to blessed everyone.
And Brings me gladness and his love speaking to my heart to yours

Monday, January 03, 2011

Palm Of His Hands


Palm of His Hands

He has our hearts,
and yes our souls'
We are his blessings,
no matter when the anchor is thrown,
I kneel to pray,
And his plan extends to my soul,
Now I am reborn,
I need not crawl anymore,
There's no doubt God always had mein the Palm of his hands,
If ever I call,
His love will be deliverance in hand.


This poem is published In the issue of Divine Magazine.
Available within "By The Hands of God" Christian poem collection of my book

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Refuge In Him



Refuge In Him
My refuge in him is before me,
I am in heaven looking among man,
My refuge in him is shelter,and peace,
"He said, "I have a mission for you"
In refuge I am hobbled,

The stream flow as He created,
A refuge in him,
"He commandth, " And it shall be done",
Refuge in him isn't costly,
Nor doubted,
Refuge in him is surrendering unto thee.
Ephesian 6:17
Psalm 18:1

Thursday, June 03, 2010

I Am Surviving

This photo was taken by me using digital camera only 8pixel at that. Then I use Adobe photoshop to incorprate my scripture.



This life as Christian woman of God growing up.
I wanted to share with everyone my disability. I am born with learning disability. And along with that I had some trauma events that took place, since the age 5-adult age. In addition, I have anxiety, depression, stress, phobias, social anxiety, and pigment problems and was pushed down some stairs, suffered a concusion as a child.

I have posted a poem that I written after my mother had told me happen to me before I was born. Apparently, back in that day they wouldn't let the husband come in for the delivery. But she was getting some sleep before delivering me. And lady comes in and tries to murder her in her sleep with a pillow. She struggled, until she calls on Jesus to give her strength. And that's when, all the force with her spirit pushes back. At this time my mom, was trying to catch her breath. When the doctor and nurse come in, and ask this lady who she was. And she wouldn't answer and they had report her, but couldn't find her. Despite it she had rough time, delivering me. I was depriving of oxygen far to long. They didn't think I would live. And my mother was so tired and vomiting. But by the grace of God she and I were ok. Praise his Name!! Since she told me this, I know the God had reason for me to be here even more than ever. From this, I prayed, and God use me. Then soon enough I written this poem I like share.




"I Am Surviving"


I survived from being born murder, before my birth,
And He spares me,
I survived molestation,


And he comfort my spirit
I survived rape,
And he strengthens me.
I survived verbal abuse by mankind,
And he was my voice.


I survived physical pain,
And he healed me from the inside out.
I am surviving despite my learning disability,
And he reminds me, I am in his image.
I am surviving with stress and depression,
And in his arms, I am at peace.
I am surviving this environment,
And he held me near his bosom.
I survived the disadvantages,
And he meant for me to be a TESTIMONY.


©2010-2011 Feon Davis
This is my true life experience Miss Davis has been through. And she prays, this only make one not grant what God has given them and be more compassionate toward others with difficults in learning, understand mentally.

Friday, February 26, 2010

My Feathers


 
 
My Feathers
written by Feon Davis

 

Precious feathers I love,
Precious yet so soft and angelic,
You cover me so elegantically, with warmth,
Precious feathers that carries me to the blue sky,
Precious feathers free me to fly,
Like a angel these are precious feathers,
My precious feathers shed as I fly high,
Precious feathers expand graciously, as if a shelter from the rain.



 






NEW POEM