Wednesday 13 April 2016

JESUS SAVES

Jesus saves, oh yeah, He saves
From the grave, so be brave
He is the stream of eternal life
So your dreams, shall come to light

Jesus Christ died on the cross
To pay the price of sin in gross
He rose on the third day
And He’d be back here some day

In Him is the assured salvation
So lets put Him in the highest elevation
In our lives, in our businesses and in our inspiration
Because He is the key to our restoration

Let me see the Christian soldiers,
Marching boot to boot like bulldozers
Spreading the gospel like messengers
Backed by the angels, our divine rangers

The Messiah said in the Book of Life
Come to me you those who are thirsty
Trust me He is the stream of eternal life
So you can still be saved, even above thirty

Jesus saves, oh yeah, He saves
From the grave, so be brave
He is the stream of eternal life
So your dreams, shall come to light

No matter the degree of your transgressions,
There is hope for positive progressions
So it’s never too late for the regressions
If they work towards your reconstructions

Jesus Christ promised to return some day
With the Father’s authority to judge our ways
So be warm the wages of sin is death
And only the meek shall inherit the earth

We need to take further looks around us
We need His graceful powers around us
Because from the troubles, only Jesus can save us
So let’s all join His saved and safe moving bus

Stop counting the bad moments for a second
And you’d realize they doesn’t even exist
There is nothing Jesus can’t give you
Because He’d promised us the treasures of heaven

Jesus saves, oh yeah, He saves
From the grave, so be brave
He is the stream of eternal life
So your dreams, shall come to light

Monday 11 April 2016

Poetry Speaks for the Weak


When voices become silent,
When gestures can't express,
And when the heart is resilient
Poetry speaks without stress

When thoughts stumble and crumble,
Cos, hope melts like thin sheets of ice
Poetry speaks without mumble
And such keeps you on the rise

When time change the seasons,
And when dreams remain in their realms,
Poetry speaks but with reasons
Reprinting the lost films in gleams

When the strong become weak,
When the rich become poor
And when the great ones fall,
Poetry speaks with visions

When what's lost is found,
When dreams become reality
Poetry speaks in clear sounds
Sending you miles from agility

When the strong dominate,
And survival lingers on fitness,
Poetry speaks for the weak
And it defends the meek