We Seem to Forget by P. Carlton Pickens Sr., Author,Evangelist

As people pass by us,

Some of us hide behind the Cross.

Not wanting them near us,

That's the unsaved and the lost.

Unchurched and back slidden,

Also those can stay away.

We don't want to hang with them,

Best if they keep going astray.

We seem to forget, who and where we were, now not giving others a chance.

Even though we walk, a different path you see, choosing not to remember, our old world's romance.

We seem to forget, the life we lived before, looking down on everyone, that reflects our past the more. 

We seem to forget, the saints who were at our side, the more we fell down, the harder they tried.

We seem to forget, how He kept us in His Hand, and as people cry for help, we refuse to understand. 

We seem to forget, when He held us in His Arms, no matter what life through our way, it caused us no harm.

We must remember, we were there just yesterday and instead of being a stumbling block, let's help them along the way.

We've got to remember, we have faults, and still we fail and just like the ones we ostracize, only in God will we all prevail.

Langston Hughes

Langston HughesBiography

Mother to Son

Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now— For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Langston Hughes

Maya Angelou

	Maya AngelouBiography

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Maya Angelou

 

Mr. Abraham Lincoln

Lincoln, “Gettysburg Address,” Speech Text

ABRAHAM LINCOLN, “GETTYSBURG ADDRESS” (19 NOVEMBER 1863)

[1] Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

[2] Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

[3] But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate-we can not consecrate-we can not hallow-this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us-that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion-that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain-that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom-and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.

First blog post in 2014

I love God, and He loves me. I will live my life on "Purpose." This year has started out great (if I say so myself)➖I cannot ask for more, but I pray that He sees fit to continue blessing me. God is great! All praises to Him! #Hisfavorisuponme