Monday, June 24, 2013

The Old Tree

We never miss something until it's completely away from us.

Why is that?

Is it that we assume that it will be with us always?

Much like time it soon passes us by, before we know it, it is gone.

Concerning my uncles and aunts respectively:

I can still hear your voices in proper southern american dialect. I see your faces that gleamed at every family gathering as you carried yourself with dignity honor and respect.
Melvira, Eugenia (Jean), Fredna, Ethel, William-Taft, and
Wilbert (Brother).
Elmira and Clara whom I never got the chance to meet.

You were my mother's brothers and sisters.

We were all told the old stories of a depressed south, but the joy and laughter you found in one another. We listened to your talks about how being family got you through.
We could always come to each one of you for help and advice. We could always chat and laugh about everything.

You made sure we had what we needed when we needed it. If you knew about anything, you would share it. You all learned skills that gave you a lifetime of work. And you had the stories of your many adventures and your good times.
And the stories still live on.

We are carrying our legacy of family and devotion. We are doing what we learned from you. We have the roots and branches that extends the family tree. We grow, we therefore grow into the great tree knowing those who follow us will remember where we came from.

Respectively submitted,
Wilbert

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Insatiable Longing Given To God

To the love I always wanted
to the love I never got
 
The love that I always needed
This is love I give to God
 
We all work hard we gave love a try But somehow it all turned to nought
I don't know if I found it hard to give and to receive but Lord Jesus I give you my whole heart
 
It is not mine to blame human frailty up on the flesh
It is not mine to complain because
everyone of you were the best
 
Perhaps we all got placed into a callous maze
Perhaps we got stuck in a timeless space
 
Perhaps it was neither the time or it was not in the right place
Perhaps we were both getting through a seasonal daze

Saturday, June 15, 2013

A Verse To My Small Children

On Father's Day
My gift to you

Don't be afraid to come to me
With whatever's on your mind.
I promise an open heart and ear
And it is what you will always find.
 
Your thoughts are important to me and mean the world to me.
It is because you are my gift from God,
And I want to see you fulfill your destiny.
 
I laid my hands on you and blessed you when you were small.
 
That your talents would take you before kings,
you will be known to all.
 
Ikia Shavionne, McKinley Alexander-Caleb
Seth Emmanuel-Barnett
 
You were named to be great
And this you must not forget.
 
When you need someone to talk
Or someone just to listen
I'm always a phone call away
You are not an imposition.
 
Speak to me your thoughts
Share with me your fears.
 
Don't be afraid to come to me
I'll be there to wipe away your tears.
 
Don't be afraid to come to me
Whether we smile or laugh.
 
I will feel your good and bad
This we will always have.
 
Your father,

Saturday, May 25, 2013

A Promise Made Is A Promise Kept

A promise with no vision of the future is not a promise.
It is just empty and vain words.
It is just saying words that sound good coming from your lips. (people do that you know)
Before you make a promise you should think about the future of that promise. Do not just jump in because you are feeling good. Say if you need more time. Consider also if you are being coerced to be imprisoned by your own words.

Growing up in my small town,the words, "I promise" became a non effective promise. You would hear the words "I swear to God" to make it have some weight. Some would go further and say, "I swear on my mother's grave". It was saying, I promise with all that I am and all that is dear to me, including let my mother die if I'm not telling the truth. Probably it was a little strong for a kid to say that then, but sometimes the other person would demand it.
Maybe thirty years before that people would ask, do you promise? And the other person would say, "my word is my bond". And they would shake hands and go about their way.
Bishop Charles Henry Taliefero told me years ago, should a man formally proposed to a woman, he could not back out of the marriage promise. If he did, his name was mud wherever he went from that time on. One of the disciplinary actions he received was, he could not ever marry until he straightened it out with the formally intended. In a small sense he wore the scarlet letter.

A promise could not be empty or vain words.
In present times, promises seem to carry no weight at all.
Seems like anyone can default on a promise now. It's just defaulting. When a person says I'll be at a certain place at a certain time, and arrives late he or she has broken their promise.
Sure, there are extenuating circumstances.
Nevertheless if you have it in your power to do what you promised then you must do it. You must do it with all of your might. It must be the primary thing.
Don't make a promise if you can't keep it. Or put a provision of extenuating circumstances in it.
The older church people in the day when I was young would say, "if the Lord wills", or "if the Lord says the same".

It is very important that we keep our word.
God always kept his word. Whatever he said, he did it. Whatever he spoke he brought it to pass. The promise that he would redeem the world from the fall of Adam. There is not a promise that God has spoken that he did or will not fulfill. In fact, word of promise that he spoke to others, his word is so strong that we can also stand on those words for ourselves. If we can find it in the word, we can apply it to our own situation. God's word goes out of his mouth and it does not return to him empty handed. God's word is held responsible by God himself. When God speaks everything of substance and none substance must obey. Which says his word is ever creative. It goes out and and accomplishes what it is sent to do. This is always an expectation and a demand for it to accomplish. This is the reason faith works. It is based upon the accomplishing word of God.

When reading the word of promise we must keep in mind not to just accent to it but to believe it because God the creator of all things spoke it outright or by the agency of a human being. Just as he said let there be and it was. The same word is a promise kept. Creative and promissory. It is continual. It stands on its own merits. It is the word of the only wise God.

Friday, May 24, 2013

In Regards To Micah David

I read a post on Facebook and I began to cry. A father loss his newborn of 14 days. He talked about this baby having to go through more struggles in 14 days of life, than many adults have to go through in years. He said if you see him and his wife tear up, know that they are not upset, but rejoicing. He said, we miss our son, but more  importantly, we trust God, for he cares for us and will bear our pain.
I don't know what it is to lose a son, but I do know what it is to stand in prayer for a family.
I wrote a little verse in regard to this circumstance.

Who Can?
Who can joy in these seasons?
Who can rejoice in these times?
Only those who have committed their cares to God.
Only those who trust in him when life is hard.
 
Who can trust God in these seasons?
Who can trust in God in these times?
Only those who can see beyond today's substance and plight.
Only those who give God their affairs and take on his might.
 
Who can love God in these seasons?
Who can love God in these times?
Only those who know that God has a  plan, and awaits his voice
Only those who with out a doubt let God fill their void
Many hearts cry out in bitter sadness.
Some will just sit and just wonder, why?
If we keep our minds stayed on him
he will give us peace, and peace of mind
 
Micah David McClendon, you appeared here on earth for a short while.
Now you are resting in the Savior's arms. And that brings peace to our smile.
Thank you Lord...
We will never forget his life.
We honor what God has done.
We will carry Micah David in our hearts.
We will always love our dear Son.
 
Who can give their son back to God?
Only those who can rejoice in, trust and love the Lord who gave life!

Saturday, May 18, 2013

A Song In The Night

Several years ago, I listened to Sister Pearl Rutledge's testimony. She said, the the Lord was waking her up in the middle of the night. She would sit up in her bed and start singing to the Lord. She said it became a love serenade to him . She was singing to the lover of her soul. She became enraptured in honoring him on a nightly basis.
As many others that heard her testimony was intrigued by this simplicity, yet utter profoundness. Instead of a prayer of give me this or that,  it was ministry to the Lord. The church gave her strict attention. This was a welcomed testimony.
That really gave me something to think about and I've thought about it many times since. So much so that it made me modify my approach to God. The implications are astounding to me. Could God be going about the earth looking for worshippers. Those that would minister to him.
To hear what I believe was a message to the church, It was like listening to a whisper. It is intended for only the ears it is intended for. You know, like the word says, He that hath an ear, let him hear. It is important to your life. It is a treasure not just given to singers, but to those who will minister to the Lord in the quiet of night seasons.
This approach to God has always changed the focus from me to him.
There is always a song in my heart.
There is always  a praise on my lips.
I will aways worship my God and King.
He continually teaches me how to break forth with a song in the night.
Many times when I could not pray in the 3 o'clock a.m. hour, I  could lift my hands, lift my heart,  and lift my voice to the Lord. I made a melody and added words of worship. None of the words rhymed but they all made sense. As a songwriter I write songs all the time. But these songs are for God and God alone. They belong to him.
A song in the night!!!

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Spirit Walk

He leads me beside the still waters...
He leads me in righteous paths...
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
You are with me..

Just suppose for a moment that God knew that there would be times in life where we could not see the way ahead. And he would be there to navigate us though those times.
Just suppose for a moment that he would allow us to hold his hand and lean on him along the way of life.
Just suppose for a moment that he had made the journey long before we did and came back to make it with us.
Just suppose he knew that we would not be perfect in any sense of the word. Just suppose he knew we would have issues, problems, idiosyncrasies, mood swings, and tempers. If he knew that we would act like a child sometimes.
Just suppose he would not only walk with us but, he would put his Spirit in us to speak to us inwardly. Even to speak to our thoughts.
Just suppose he would guide our every step accurately, as we are making them in the same place he stepped before.
Just suppose he would shield us from every attack of the enemy. If we became wounded he would heal us.
What then if he would take us face to face with the enemy. Then he would not fight the enemy but prepare a feast.
Just suppose he would let everyone there know that we are the blessed of God. And blessed us in front of them.
Just suppose he knew there would be times that we couldn't go any farther and he would pick us up and carried us the rest of the way.
Just suppose in some of our greatest trials we had to carry others. In our greatest times of testing that we had to love and pray for the ones who have done us wrong.
Just suppose that when we reach old age or our time of transition  he is with with us even more so.
Just suppose that when we breathe our last breath he breathes it with us into eternity. Just suppose when we get to our heavenly destination, God shows us how through every step of the way how he brought us through every situation.
Just suppose...
Our spiritual walk is a walk with God,
Where we walk by faith and not by sight. It is a walk whereby we must take him at his word. We must trust all that he says when we can not see or understand it.

Precious are the times we spend in his presence learning who he is.
Precious are the times that we get to know him by trusting what he says.
Precious are the times when he shows us we need his power to sustain us
Precious is the time when we will dwell with him forever.
Don't give up my friend, keep walking with the Lord.