Getting Help

“I need to clean out my

act and clean

up my bag.


I need to find more wisdom

even in a crowded place.


I need to be more



I need God.

I need peace.

I need to see the cross when I’m on my knees.


Father God,

I need Your peace,

I need Your hand,

I need Your increase.

I need You please!”

Rolls over and starts speeding in car,  as gas tank stays open.

Thank God, his last words were to God.



To be tamed

My blood is clean and they have stolen the lights.
My blood is hot and there’s nothing
To light
My love is sweet, he cooks for me to eat. How sweet. Palm oil on spaghetti

yet I’m grinding on my teeth.

The food is hot, I. Cannot eat, I want more

but the rain is pouring and my blood is hot. Oh help me God.

It’ s only God. If only God could quench me of my thirst. Turn these stones to bread. If only God could make my lips wet, for I’m lusting for dirt. Only God can make it rain and still control my sweat. I can’t explain my thirst to misbehave; but I know when it rains only God can take me through this test.

The lust of my flesh will be tamed.

Matthew 17:18

A couple of Reasons to Smile…

For the first time in a few weeks the sunrise presented a good view of the sky. I even managed to capture two crows on their way to wherever crows go in the morning. I suspect they had spotted the food in our garden and decided to collect a few samples for later. Our skies […]

via Good Morning, доброе утро — Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

The Foreigner from a Distant Land

When you feel like a stranger on your own planet, in your own life.


I am a foreigner, from a distant land.
I speak your language but you don’t understand.
I have hands like yours, that are never praised
I have eyes like yours that can also gaze.
I know that you came from the land of my father
But then why can’t we accept each other?

It is sad you think that you are better
But if I am stupid, how did I write this letter?
My strength you use to beat your butter,
But whether I’m hungry or not, it doesn’t matter.

I know one day I am going to belong
That Is why I comfort myself with this bitter song.

It is hard to sleep when I hear the loud bang
From thoughts of my family members being forced to hang
You try to keep me on your little hook
Your ears burn when you hear me read a book.
You can take away my bread, and burn my clothes
But whatever you do, we will never be foes.
Being strong and running fast is something I’ve learnt
I’ve been chased like a dog betrayed by my own scent.
My only way to escape from your trigger
Is to hold my breath and cross that river
Restricted in life and even by who to love
Praying for the freedom you will never have
Soon, you will stop judging me by the colour of my hand

But until then I remain a foreigner from a distant land.

Exodus 9:1


In getting started with anything, the first thing to do is to trust in God.

via Daily Prompt: Simple

I want it now

I want it quick
If I wander too long  I might get sick.

I want it simple

I want it slick,

I want nothing more

than to be God’s pick.

Offer Sacrifices in

The right spirit,

the right mind

and trust in God!

trust in God!

trust in God!

with all your heart

so it’s all alright.

                                         Psalm 4:5