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.   

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.

No Waivering of His love

His love is non waivering

His love is constant

His love pure

His love is non waivering

His whispers is pertaining

His glory ministering

His love is non waivering

His praise is profound

His joy is over flowing

His  love is non waivering

His word is teaching

His holy spirit fulfilling

His love is non waivering

His  judgement is justiced

His image lives within us

His plan is not done.

written by Feon L Davis
 All right reversed.

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

TALK TO GOD

Talk To God

I talk to god today,

I talk to god about...

Well, I talk to God about my day,

I talked to God about my health,

I told him about my emotions ,

How I love talking to God,

Do you talk to God too?

I Talk to God yesterday,

I talk to him when, I am ashamed,

I talk to God about my goals,

I talk to God as I pray,

When I talk to god I am in such peace,

Talking to god reblemishes my spirit,

Like a prayer poem from my heart,

I talk to god,

Yes indeed, talking god is my life,

I talk to god when nothing is fulfilling,

"I praise God" when I talk to God,

I hope you talk to God Today.

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.

God And Christ

 

 

God And Christ

God of Mercy

God of Abraham

God of Moses

God of Man

Christ looking down upon a man

Christ sees the horrible senseless heartache

Christ also see his children sharing, loving, hugs

Christ son of God

Christ knows the reason

Christ has not abort such blessing

Christ leads my life

God of given and forgiveness

God of Joy and respect

God of Rejoice.

©2010-2011 Feon Davis

Father

FATHER

Father Your always there

Even when we are sinken within,

yet from your strength there is faith and from this we trust you

No matter the day I kneel to pray for my soul

Your Holy Spirit was there

In your word

I have comfort, joy and rest

As a child gathering among others hand in hand to pray there will always be harmony unite

and uttered words is transin about us and above us, because you walked the footprints of mankind

we bare our soul, and we feel your arms extended wide to our spirits' embracing ours,

and this is the end of the comparison it's just only you Father.

written by Feon Davis

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.