Big girl don’t you listen

A Simple But Powerful Prayer

I was sitting by myself

All alone just little ol me

And I said a little prayer

Enough to make the devil flee

I said this prayer

In a low and humble voice

But the devil couldn’t take it

He ran without choice

Now this little prayer  

 Wasn’t fancy and long

and it wasn’t hard to remember

And with it you could not go wrong

It consist of five little words

That may sound simple to you

But these five little words

Have pulled me through

These words are powerful

And makes the devil cry

They give my soul peace

And lets my spirit fly

And with these word Jesus is there

These words I think you will agree

 These words that I talk of are…

LORD HA...

Don’t You Judge!

Some church folks don’t know 
And maybe have not learned 
Salvation can be given 
But damnation is earned 

Don’t look upon me 
And frown and shake your head 
And yet you don’t do 
All the bible said 

You talk about people 
In such a mean spirit way 
But stop… think before you speak 
You have to give account on judgment day 

When your fellow man (Pilgrims) ask for help 
You pick up speed, walk fast and turn deaf ear 
And you always wonder why they are blessed 
And Jesus on your prays seems to not hear 

Instead of helping each other the Christian way 
Being lowly, quit and meek when doing good deeds 
We are boastful and arrogant and wanting rewards 
That not the Christian soldier Jesus needs 

Big girl don’t you listen

Big girl don’t you listen

To the people in the street

You are perfect from the locks of your hair

to the bottom your feet

you may be a sister ,a daughter

a friend or a mother

but you are loved by a brother

a father or even a lover

you may have more curves

that just means more to love

and know this that GOD

always will love you from above

Big girl don’t you listen

To the people in the street

You are perfect from the locks of your hair

to the bottom your feet

haters are gonna hate

lovers are gonna love

that just mean you have

more haters to love

so Dry your eyes

and weep no more

for GOD has Many

Blessed thing for you in-store

Big girl...

A Poor Man’s Prayer

Lord I come to you

I am a King!

I may not own a mansion