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.
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.
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.
Cleanse my soul and heart Lord, Cleanse this earth of all evil, and of the anger, hurt and shame, Cleanse me Lord of this body, Yet Lord you know my plight, Take control where I do not Lord, Cleanse my past, and renew me in your plan, I am hobble, yet I know you have control, As you lived the battle before us, I am praying for your judgment of the in justice, Cleanse this child's life, A renewth in her spirit will come, and be by your Holy name.