Family Tree

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.

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

Prayer Night

Most the church has come and gone,
There only remains a special few.

Pacing the aisles of the sactuary,
Hearts offering praises to you.

For all you've done.

All your doing...

and what you intend to do.

It's the intimacy of your presence,
That keeps us in this place.

It's so real, it's so evident,
Your love radiates from every face.

With my lips I simply pray,
"Lord, I can just feel you right now."

I want this everyday,
Sweet Lord Jesus, show me how.

A small whisper breaks the silence,
One that's spoken in my ear.

Is that you God, Abba Father?
Is that your voice that I hear?

"I don't want you to just 'feel' me,
I want you to be FILLED with me."

I'm humbled here, I'm broken,
I was blinded, now I see.

I was seeking comfort,
I desperately wanted the affection

It was done in a wrong manner,
Wasn't expecting God's correction.

I am thankful now, I know,
If I TRULY want the passion,

I've gotta come with a pure heart,
It wont come in a vain fashion.

2009 Demesha Wright

New Foundation

I'm vulnerable, spinning in circles,
not much anymore seems clear.
Am I to stay, am I to go,
His voice I cannot hear.

Picture this..

Being held by your feet,
And turned upside down.
Dangling over uncertainty,
Silence becomes the worst sound.

Beneath you a hole is dug,
It goes down, oh so deep.
And under all the muck and mire,
Is something that makes you weep.

...TEARS OF JOY...

It's solid, it's strong,
not built with mans hands.
The former, it was faulty,
But this, I know it stands.

When I'm beat up and hurting,
And I feel as if I'm falling.
When my heart inside is melting,
This simple truth is reassuring...

There is a foundation thats unchanging,
It's built on Almighty alone.
And when I run to this strong tower,
I'm at rest, I'm at home.

My new foundation has now been laid,
One I'm sure will not crumble.
The only thing to still be broken,
Is my heart, because it's humbled.

© 2009 by Demesha Wright

Ps 51:7

"Wash me with hyssop and I shall be clean; Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow..."

Make my heart to always know,
the love and mercy you've always shown.

May my eyes always see,
The wonderful things you've done for me.

Help me to find joy in sorrows,
and never worry about tomorrows.

Bring the sins not in sight,
out of the darkness; Into your light.

With your blood remove my stains -
No more guilt, no more shame.

When my heart is filled with pain,
be my comfort, send the rain.

Oh to be held in your arms,
there is peace, I'm not alone.

You give me hope, you make me strong.

A perfect love, how can it be,
that you'd find delight,
in (the likes of me)

...a wretch like me

© 2007 by Demesha Wright

Stand

I know I still love you.

Though I don't feel like I once did.

The romance has faded,

We're back from our trip.

Not wanting to leave,

I'm quite happy with you...HERE

HERE...I just feel the fire has grown dim,

Everything's so still.

But I WAIT

Not running away

On this covenant I've made,

I'll honor it.

"For richer or for poorer, In sickness and in health,"

til death unite us...and thereafter...

I choose today to take you Jesus,

In sickness and in sorrow.

In pain and in struggle.

To be both Lord and Savior

Both now and forevermore.

I will love you

JESUS I choose to love you

Emotions are dry,

Feelings are gone...

BUT i know, I Love You!

So i'll stand...

...knowing nothing else to do,

I'll just stand...

RIGHT HERE

RIGHT NOW

...and wait for you!

I praise you for where you've brought me

We've shared some rough years

In the midst of it all

You've covered me

and held my tears.

WE'VE come this far,

I'm not turning back...

...as for now,

I'll.....just.....stand!

© 2008 by Demesha Wright

A beautiful day in the midst of December...

Lord, you bring a beautiful day in the midst of December,
Making a break in this winter to let the sun shine.

Removing memories of the blistery chill,
Replaced with a gentle breeze that I claim as mine.

To step outside to a spring-like day,
In exchange for the bitterness of cold.

Bringing a smile to this battered face,
Removing pains and scars of old.

I’m not quite sure how you do it,
Turning into day this night.

But fortunate for me you do it,
What was hopeless is filled with light.

Outside there’s so much dying,
And trees are left so bare.

Yet you’ve come and changed a day for me,
Somehow, you really care.

Lord, you bring a beautiful day in the midst of December,
Making a break in the winter to let the sun shine.

Removing memories of the blistery chill,
Replaced with a gentle breeze that I claim as mine.

© 2011 by Demesha Wright