About Poetry Pathway

It seems like Every time I long and anticipate a break, It is wrought with the opposite of what I thought:

We want to talk gun control But no self- control, Want to have religion But avoid anything uncomfortable. We wonder how

If our eyes were open, What would we see? We walk around with vision broken,

If your body is His Temple, What kind of place are you providing? What do you suppose the Holy Spirit is inhabiting? Is it clean?

I have the power to have peace I needn’t nothing else But God: He is all I need. My flesh may cry out ignorantly For things that are merely

Choose strength When your pain Surges like blood through veins, Like perpetual punches to the gut, A breath by breath new depth of low

Inspired by 2 Samuel 16:2 Let the donkeys bear the load. My burden is light; I will lead you where to go. Feed on the bread, Let you be...

(Inspired by 1 Chronicles 27:24) Don’t count what you have Like it’s your lot, Like what you see Is all God’s got. Shut your eyes and...

Your enemy surges with spear in hand While in your hand is a harp. Against your foe, you worship the King of Kings, But adversaries act...

The oil matters Imagine baking a cake And the recipe calls for vegetable oil. Yet, all you have is olive. You think, an olive is like a...

So you feel like a victim of lies? The web is spinning toward your demise? And you think it’s unfair To hang in the air While your...