Angels ascend

Angels ascends

The glory starts

We live for moments each passing wake

We all have something to offer,  and be at stake. 

The mind and heart face many a trial

Yet with strong pray to the lord

This spiritual journey is worth so much while.

The heavens open

The angels sing 

The power to the glory

This is the pinnacle love story.

The gifts we are given

The moments we cherish with faith,

Say your prayers 

As you shall deflect the path of the unneeded spiral stairs.

Work hard 

And live with joy and peace,

Manage the chaos that artist arrives your way

As the spiritual shall always love you, 

on this spiritual lay.  

Glory of hope

You face trials 

Hardship and pain,

The cowards that talk behind your back

Yet pray is something we should not lack.

We face ups and downs 

Trials and tribulations 

Learning to overcome a difficult time 

We look and pray as all shall be divine.

We go out and socialise 

Especially when needing to be courageous from the difficult times we face,

This means we shall not give up hope

Working through a difficult untimely slope.

Push, and push yourself more

People can be your help or, guide you to fall down

I suggest to the skies and, avoid the politics presented 

Embracing spirality rather than embue the recented.

Jason Andrews 

15th March 2018

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Heaven and earth

Sugar low

Humble blow 

The earth shall continue to rise

We look at the world, 

And there is no end of a surprise.

God brings you joy

God brings you peace

Gifts brought from god

To be used at the very least.

Bring peace to the heavens

May enlightened glory derive from the higher power

Looming over our heads like a protected tower. 

Love the heavens and the earth 

They have so much to contain, 

We are simply an instrument relating to these words

May the education bring you faith and joy,

What’s on heaven and earth is enriched, as there’s no ploy.

Jason Andrews 

14th March 2018

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Sins washed away

I believe 

I try not to deceive

Yes, I make mistakes,

Don’t we all?

Yet the example to go to God is to simply avoid the fall.

A new look life to embrace

The second coming of Christ,

Those who do not believe 

Just give him a chance 

I have embellished the glory, at a glance.

I was broken 

Fighting to understand my life,

Now it’s left to god to control

I can’t do this on my own 

I have faith like a Gaelic warrior Sloan.

Cry to the heavens 

Broken in heart 

Control belongs to god 

I am his child 

from being a servant, to then becoming a disciple

Learning to let go

As the lords story, is to assist for all of us to flow.

Jason Andrews 

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13th March 2018

Mothering Sunday

The hardest job out there

To raise a family and carry a child for nine months,

Working through your patience and trying to say the right things 

Being a mother does not chirp out a sing.

One day at a time 

You see your children grow towards a path,

Learning to aspire and see a goal

A mother’s job is to nuture, and to glow.

May the blessing of a mothers efforts 

Bring not to judge their child,

Learning to stay in control

And flourish their child’s dream and the balance to let go.

May the heavens protect you on this special day

And be spoilt by those children you brought on this earth,

A wanted a challenge, a delightful birth.

 

The journey isn’t straight forward 

some mums are calm yet testedwith patience,

The balancing act to empower their children’s gifts

Despite a few lapses, this day belongs to all mothers around the earth

A glorious moment, a glorious worth xxxx 

Chinese whispers

A few words are then said, 

And all taken out of context

“They said this and they said that”

Be careful you then become friends with a ferocious bat...

Can’t stand the stirring

Keep that away from me 

I too sample my four season 

Yet talking about others is an unhealthy spree.

You wouldn’t like the same to happen to you

You are being naughty, hence my distance from thee

If you choose to ignore me

That’s sad, yet I am a person with a past

Judge and ya shall be judged... gossiping words never last.

I am a one man band  

And surely won’t  make friends from words I have said.

Think about it, if the tables were turned

Wouldn’t you be upset from the words You have read.. 

“Stay blessed”

Jason Andrews 

9th March 2018

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Misunderstood

Call me ignorant 

Or call me sensitive 

I genuinely love and care

True, I cannot take away your problems

I truly care, even amidst the torture to share.

I can’t imagine how Christ felt when he was sacrificed for our sins

Just the thought of hurt when someone’s ignores me is so huge 

Feels like an hard punch to give bruise.

I suppose I won’t feel different 

Nor would I feel sad when wanting to do good,

Yet don’t dismiss me 

Nor should I do to thee,

Humbleness and openness can show a glint 

Love only love is verse of the big book... clearly a hint.

Confess with all of your heart, mouth and soul

Be true to thyself, and stay strong when the enemy attacks

We are all short from the higher grace of the all mighty 

Don’t be hard on yourself 

as standards are not aligned with each other

Love, just love the world like a sister and brother.

From over sensitive me xxx

Jason Andrews 

9th March 2018

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