The Lord is near to the Broken Hearted

open.spotify.com/episode/6ko6TQPqoDoMossu6mqrXH No matter what happens, you are not the first, nor will you be the last. So what? Well, those who endure Those who love Those who truly love YahWeh Will prevail. So who do you really love? What do you really love? Do you love the things Or the maker of the things DoContinueContinue reading “The Lord is near to the Broken Hearted”

Not so Insignificant original poem by Coletha Albert

Everything she does is correct Insignificant She doesn’t pick fights Or insight riots No nation is declaring war over her She is modest, kind, and quiet She doesn’t advocate for herself She doesn’t haggle Insignificant She isn’t rude or belligerent She goes with the flow She suffers in silence She’s modest, kind, and quiet InsignificantContinueContinue reading “Not so Insignificant original poem by Coletha Albert”

It’s Gonna Rain! It’s Gonna Pour! Jason Crabb

While I was sleepingLord You were workingOn a mess I made like only I can doWhen I start thinking I’m so far from YouI wake up to hear You whisperThat’s not true Good morning mercyYou call me worthyFeels like the sun shining on my faceLiving’s good this side of graceI feel it workingGoodbye to theContinueContinue reading “It’s Gonna Rain! It’s Gonna Pour! Jason Crabb”

Thoughts by Coletha Albert

Thoughts I thought there was love I thought wrong I thought there was peace I thought wrong I thought there was respect I thought wrong I thought there was meaning I thought wrong I thought there was purpose I thought wrong I thought there was a reason I thought wrong But I kept going onContinueContinue reading “Thoughts by Coletha Albert”

Recognition by Coletha Y. Albert

I don’t recognize you Do you recognize me? What’s your favorite color? What do you believe? Who do you call on when you’re feeling low? Who do you rely on when you’re out of control? Who brings you peace when you’re going through? Who is your beloved no matter what they do? Why? The answerContinueContinue reading “Recognition by Coletha Y. Albert”

I have to believe by Coletha Albert

Some don’t believe in GodWhat a luxuryThey are well fed, clothed, and belovedWhat a luxuryI didn’t choose GodGod chose meI am hated for itWhat a luxuryHe dipped me in chocolateSo only He would accept meHe made me differentSo I would never fit inWhat a luxuryHe made it so no one would help meWhat a luxuryHeContinueContinue reading “I have to believe by Coletha Albert”