Books of Rememberance

  Oh Lord ,oh lord , Comfort me.   Mountains are not shaking.  Walls are not falling  Comfort me , oh Lord ,oh Lord  As I continue  in my calling.                            C. L. Ford  As I signed my name the  voice of God  came to me  .  My sorrow for the children,  came from the mercy mankind denied.       I cried for the children I couldn't save alone .    Then I  heard the voice of God comfort me,      Suddenly I could see.  God already cleared the way.   To free the children on the appointed day.                                   

Dear Heavenly Father. Still the enemy that has brought me troubles.. See what I have done in the works of my hands. I honor you with my own thoughts.. My heart is set firmly against the world.. If you find my offering worthy, Father, still my anxiety and let me not have fear of what my eyes can not see.. Father send the serpent back into the darkness.. My heart’s desire is to continue with the remembrance of your hand in all that is your creation… what was , what is , till what is yet to be My hands return the love that I have known and my life is your gift.. my sufferings have passed.. The burdens of my journey was not unbearable.. The path that brings the knowledge to understand that we are set apart… Father send me your scattered children.. The broken bones..the healing wounds..unlock the private prison cells.. Let your streams quench their thirst, the water is cold clear and clean Let your trees grow fruit to feed… Let those who understand see.. Let them know that they are freed. T...

When I walked in darkness I had no fear,  My Heavenly Father ,  you were near. I was lost but not to you My every step you already knew Evil came to take my life You took my soul , before I felt the knife You gathered me up and I chose to live  The was no wound, no scar , nor tear  I was his child , my Heavenly Father stayed near,  So many children choose to die,  God bless my words to truth , to be without a lie,  So I can sew this seed , to the mothers who cry,  For their missing children ,  For the children are not gone  They are exactly right where they belong,  To the Heavenly Father I sing this song.. To the child that is not missing . To the child who is not found . To the children who have been taken . From the books of old it is written and preserved . My Heavenly Father lead the children home..

                FEAR Fear that eluded me as small child grew only  from knowledge of  the experience of pain . Knowledge was  the beginning Fear.  Overwhelming consequences of pain and death .     Faith eludes me and my  Fear of offending  God  lies in my failing to complete my books of remembrance.   For the spirit of truth  ,   I pray That God guide my right hand and judge the intentions of my heart.  As  I weild my pen as  my only weapon  in the battle with the unseen enemy that has come to steal the words . Words hidden in the heart  of  the  fearless child  I used to be.  God walked with me  night and day.  On the path prepared before I was even born.  The gift of life is in the promise of the seed.  Death will  take my flesh one day,  it will truly be.  In these books , by faith,  I l...

This is the face that God seen, searching the skies one day, From the Heavens he heard her heart Silently pray, He reached down and took hold Of her tiny right hand. He led her safely home From the strange land…. This is the face that God does see …. No matter how grown she may be. ….. In the heart of the child, he hid a seed . His love grew there for all she had need. I know it true, for the child is me, The hand he held , writes these words you see……

Dear Heavenly Father,   again and again you grant   mercy upon me. you stretch forth your hand and save my soul in the moment my flesh is on the brink of death.    I remember the promise of death for disobedience , and again and again I  am aware of why the coldness of death comes suddenly upon me.   A sadness and sorrow is  upon me as I preserve these  books of remembrance for you who will follow me and be given this declaration.  God has not been silent to  those he has  chosen as his own.   Has it not been clearly written? Have you not already seen the words written upon your heart confirmed by God everytime you seek out truth?  This is no mystery for those who understand. On this sabbath day,  I was aware of my selfish ways . I feel it in my heart and remember Gods  small request for just one day to not indulge in my merry drunkenness of the  medications that numbs my mind from day to...