Follow My Way

If you follow my way, I will lead you home.

I do not promise a road paved and smooth....

Where the sight is green, the sun always good

But for sure, I will walk with you along.

If you let me, I will take you home...

I will carry you and protect you from harm,

Nothing can cause you alarm.

I offer you a shelter from the storm.

If only you knew, I already built a home for you

A home stronger than any brick

A home you can call your own

An open arms to belong...

Ask and I will be your home

I can be the smile that can start your day

A shoulder each time you pray

With me, you will never feel alone... 

Let Love Lead You Home

When you're lost and can't find your way back

To that place you feel to belong,

Let love lead you home...

Let love be your guide to that soulful song.

When you want to give up, quit the fight

After all the pushing and struggle,

Let love take you a flight...

Let love take you to a higher level.

When you're surrounded with unfamiliar faces

And their apathy push you to the ground....

Let love fill your space,

Let love for your neighbors abound.

When you're burdened and restless

And you need to come home to a safe refuge

Let God be your hiding place ...

The saving grace from life's deluge.

by Erickagwen

 

 

 

Dying

by Ericka Gwen

We are a breed of a dying people

We are breathing yet we're dying

We are conditioned to believe that we are living longer,

but are we living wiser?

We worked hard to pay the price when we are already redeemed.

In the arms of darkness we take refuge

We ran away from light instead of go towards it

We searched far and wide to be born again

When we only need to say 'Yes'

We feed our body yet we forgot to feed our soul

We listen to beautiful music, but we forget to listen to His voice

We run to keep healthy, while we can't even walk with God

We cry while watching a movie, but apathetic of the ones in need

We see the beauty of the nature, but did not see The One who created it

We thank man who invented technology, but did not thank the one who created man

We see, yet we are blind

We hear, yet did not listen.

We are a breed of a dying people ...

The clock tick tocks and waits for no one at their convenience

When will we realize that our true home awaits with Him?

Awaken, dear soul, awaken!

(Writer's notes: This was written as a realization during a wake of a friend who died of acute leukemia and learning about several other friends' illnesses. )