One with God

We have worshiped, adored and honored God on so many levels. He has been Father God, Creator God, King and Lord God. But I Do: Becoming the wife of God, takes us to a place where we become one with God, as His wife. The one His own Spirit has sought for, the one His own Son has died for, all because His own heart has longed for - us.

Express His Love

Receive His love; express His love.

Down to the Core

I wipe my bare foot on the welcome carpet on your floor,

And let your nose sniff at my open door

The aromas coming from my kitchen.

Hot apple pies are in the oven.

And it’s got your mouth waterin’.



But my attention has been caught

On the delight you have brought:

A candied apple!

A candied apple!

A candied apple!



I have to delay your visit just at my door,

While I fill my tummy with the treat you have in store.

I wipe my foot and hold the stick

And take a lick

And take a lick.



Candy melts and slides down my throat.

Let me revel, let me gloat.

Just stay still, ‘til I am done,

‘Til I am done;

And I’ve just begun.



Let me linger for a while.

I am just a gastrophile.

No, you can’t go in as yet.

I’ve just mopped; the floor is wet.

I wipe my foot on your carpet.



You can have mom’s apple pies,

When your sweetness salifies.

I wipe my foot at your door

And excite your hungering for more.

So let me eat down to the core.

Down to the core.

Down to the core.

Fat!

They called her fat,

But she wasn't that.

She had the gene of an athlete

And her bones carried a little more meat.


She found delight in eating her meal.

She loved the way a full stomach made her feel.

Compared to the other children, she was more plump,

But that’s no reason for one to jump

To such a conclusion.

The term “fat” was an exaggerated delusion.


The other children were more lean,

But this was no excuse to make them mean,

By calling this dear child such a name.

Taunting others is not a game.


When the kids went out to play,

They told her to stay away.

They didn't want to bear her touch,

Lest they begin to eat much.


The thought that eating could be contagious

Is ridiculous and outrageous.

This was their way to ostracize

This dear child of another size.


Where did they learn to be so cruel?

This is no lesson taught in school!

There was no cause for such ridicule.

It made her positive attributes seem so minuscule.

So when she thought of herself, she thought only that

She was fat.


As she grew older, nothing changed.

She found society most deranged

And quick to express its hate

For those who carry a little more weight.

Those who seem to have more mass

Are treated as the lower class.


Her self-esteem and her self-worth

Became buried beneath her thick girth.

Thoughts of fatness plagued her through the years.

It was the source of her depression and the root of her fears.


She believed she didn't fit.

Her most enjoyable activities, she soon quit.

She could not see in the mirror a reflection

Of who she was and soon became the reflection

Of what was said,

As fatness chained her to her bed.


Now consumed, is her destiny lost

By vicious words so easily tossed?

And just to think it all began

With a dear child too young to understand

That when she was called fat,

She wasn't that.

I Want it Long

I must measure the length of a man.
Longevity I treasure, but brevity I ban.
I don’t need one who is finished before we’ve begun.
I want it long.

Does he last for a minute or has he continuance?
Is he here for today or rooted for permanence?
If he has what it takes, then he has a chance,
Because I want it long.

The race is not given to the swift, but to him who’ll endure.
It’s not the pleasantness of the face that is the allure,
But the strength of his character and a heart that is pure.
These are the qualities needed for a relationship to perdure.

When the pressures of life come his love will persist.
Though all else fail, his love will exist.
For love is the core of marital bliss,
And upon it a marriage will feed and subsist.

A man who has the power to stay
Is the only one welcome to come this way.
One who is fit to marry
Is one who will commit to tarry
And remain in God’s garden and maintain and hold dear
All of the pleasures and wonders held here.

Life’s not a sprint; it’s a marathon.
We must go from alpha to omega, not faint at epsilon.
I look for the strength in a man to carry on
Because I want it long.

Whether winter or summer, he must perennate
And be true to his word and not equivocate.
Only then is he fit to conjugate,
Because I want it long.

Instead of "gimme," be about giving.

Sun rises

The sun rises, but it also will set. We enjoy the sunshine while it is here and celebrate the sunset as it leaves, knowing that darkness is coming, but believing we will see the sun again.

A gift carries no greater value than the giver.