FAMILY TREE
Written: March 25, 2009
By: DEMESHA R. WRIGHT
WE HAD A TALK ONE DAY,
ABOUT OUR FAMILY TREE.
ABOUT HOW I AM A BRANCH,
I AM NOT JUST A LEAF.
YOU SEE THE LEAVES,
THEY COME AND GO.
THE DON’T ALWAYS STAY,
WHEN THE WIND BLOWS.
LEAVES ARE LIKE FRIENDS,
GOD GIVES THEM FOR A REASON.
THEY ADD BEAUTY AND JOY,
BUT SOMETIMES ONLY STAY FOR A SEASON.
LIFE STILL GOES ON,
AND OUR JOURNIES CAN BE LONG.
SO TO STAND THROUGH THE STORMS,
WE NEED SOMETHING THAT IS STRONG.
DEEP DOWN ARE THE ROOTS,
THEY FORM OUR FOUNDATION.
THEY ARE ATTACHED TO A STURDY TRUNK,
WHICH GIVES BIRTH TO GENERATIONS.
ALTHOUGH IT’S FRUITS MAY DIE,
IT’S BRANCHES STILL REMAIN.
AS A FAMILY WE MUST NURTURE THEM,
BECAUSE THERE WILL BE PAINS.
WE ALL GROW TOGETHER,
IF WE GROW DEEP IN LOVE.
AND GOD, HE DOES SUSTAIN US,
BY SENDING REFRESHING RAINS FROM ABOVE.
LET’S NOT USE ALL OUR ENERGY,
ON WHAT’S NOT CERTAIN & ENDS THE CHAIN.
THOSE LEAVES, THEY COME AND GO,
BUT THE BRANCHES WILL REMAIN.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Runaway Bride
Runaway bride
Runaway, runaway
Back to familiarity
Denying your reality
Distorting sanity
Runaway, runaway
From Him whom you love
Gives peace as a dove
Sent from above
Why are you running,
Away from the Son?
Runaway, runaway
To hide from fear
The truth, hard to hear
Your old life so near
Runaway, runaway
To a life full of ease,
Flesh eager to please
Sin a gripping disease
Why are you running,
Away from the Son?
Nervous, scared, afraid?
Looking for a new day?
Not wanting to leave,
Yet struggling to cleave.
You say, “It’s not Him, it’s me.”
STOP RUNNING!
He’s here for you today,
To sweep you away,
Remove the garments of old,
Clothe you in white linens and Gold.
You are more than your past,
Those pleasures don’t last.
He loves you, He waits…
…stop running.
© 2011 by Demesha Wright
Runaway, runaway
Back to familiarity
Denying your reality
Distorting sanity
Runaway, runaway
From Him whom you love
Gives peace as a dove
Sent from above
Why are you running,
Away from the Son?
Runaway, runaway
To hide from fear
The truth, hard to hear
Your old life so near
Runaway, runaway
To a life full of ease,
Flesh eager to please
Sin a gripping disease
Why are you running,
Away from the Son?
Nervous, scared, afraid?
Looking for a new day?
Not wanting to leave,
Yet struggling to cleave.
You say, “It’s not Him, it’s me.”
STOP RUNNING!
He’s here for you today,
To sweep you away,
Remove the garments of old,
Clothe you in white linens and Gold.
You are more than your past,
Those pleasures don’t last.
He loves you, He waits…
…stop running.
© 2011 by Demesha Wright
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