His Eyes On Me, Satan Back Away!

 

 

 

He see all,

  He knows all,

  He sees man kind cast the first stone,

   He see all,  

He knows all, Its said, "Judge not that ye Be not Judged,"

  He see all,

 He knows all, It's said, "I am born of God and the evil one can not touche me", I John 5:18

  He is refuge,

  He is revealer of all I thank God,

  He save me, and spair me of Satans grasp,  

He sees all,

   He knows all, and I praise his name,

  He even knew what would happen before I,

   He written a plan for this child,

  And no weapon shall form against you He said.

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.

I BELIEVE

I BELIEVE

I believe within my heart

I believe he died for us

I believe in his mercy

I believe he intend us to survive

I believe he is my sunlight

I believe he is my pillar

I believe cause he believes in me

I believe like the seasons

I believe

I believe he loves you and me

I believe and I love him.

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

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JESUS IS MY MEDICINE

 

Jesus Is My Medicine

Jesus is my medicine,

When, I am at rest in his arms.

And the sea is moving with every wave crashing upon the shore.

Jesus is my medicine,

Where I am grounded, and planted within his soil of solitude.

Jesus is my medicine,

How you wonder that is on a day of praising,

A day of rejoicing of his restless blessings.

Jesus is my medicine,

How you ask, is the replied, " The antidote is,
"I am in his image".

© written by Feon Davis
 All Rights Reversed.

"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.

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All that I write is to blessed everyone.

And Brings me gladness and his love speaking to my heart to yours

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

My Brother Is Jesus

My Brother Is Jesus

He is my right hand,
My brother is Jesus,
When I need an right hand in front,
And behind he is there,
My brother he is free with eagle,
And not the beast of evil,
But the tanned gentle as a lamb,

My brother is Jesus from your open hand of my hand,
I ask my brother Jesus,
And he smiles with reply,
This is my blessing for you plentiful in gracious doves,
And before me is my brother sparrow at flight,
My brother Jesus persisted in the good flight
And in time of rebirth you shine upon us,
My brother I see clearly from out of the storm,
And you will send our answered prayers,
My brother is Jesus,
And I know I am the calmness of spirit within,
A child of your brotherly love Jesus,
Therefore, I am your creation shelter us always at your bosom.

Fear Not Little Flock

Fear Not Little Flock

Fear not, little flock; for it is your
Father good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Luke 12:32

I am but one out of 10 thousand,
My plight is under his dearest eyes,
I am of that flock that is wondering aimlessly,
And I am lost
 Suddenly,
He is there to give me light within my heart and soul,
A light of glory to accompany me along my way,
The glory of his light is big enough to shelter his flock,
A covering to shield the weak, and deprived,
 I am of his flock,
I am one that is lost no more.


 At times you are feeling lost, deprived or neglected of your feelings, despairing of your life,
Your family without happiness; give it all to Jesus in his name.
He will justify you with his Holy spirit.
He brings forth the prayers into his kingdom. 
And blessings in his glory and sends out his miracles, and healing to his followers, his flock.
You meant to be here as he has written in his plan...
You're the mission he has planned.
Ask Jesus, what do I need to do in your name,
And show me, guide me father.
Take me by spirit and lead me on. 
As I walk, you're clearing the path I am walking on.
 Thank you, Jesus for ... walking with me.

©2010 Feon Davis