Greed

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By Michael W. Raley

Greed is a cancer on the human soul,

An ever-growing tumor showing no signs of slowing down.

Greed is a demon, which has possessed humanity,

Creating an ever-widening path of destruction

Of war, corruption,  the enslavement, oppression, and murder

Of family, strangers, friends, and entire groups of people

Whose only wrong deed was being in someone’s perceived way.

And for what? More possessions? More money?

Do you think your blood money will buy you a seat in heaven?

Will your soul ever be satisfied? Will your belly ever be full?

Judas lost his soul over thirty pieces of silver,

How much will it take for you?

Wealth must be mixed with generosity for the betterment of all

And not so each one can build their own kingdom.

Just like the fool who decided to build bigger barns and rest,

So your soul may be required of you this very night.

Who then, will take care of your barns?

You may have gained the world,

But how much did it cost you?

Wash the filth off of your hands

And repent with all your heart!

 

 

Hold The Line

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By Michael W. Raley

The armies of darkness and despair have waged war in my life

For what seems an eternity.

I have paid a heavy price and suffered tremendous loss.

Yet, I remain steadfast in the midst of this battle.

“Hold the line!”

By the grace of God, I have come too far to waive the white flag.

Now is the time to regroup and to strengthen what remains,

For victory is imminent, so judgment will be executed on the darkness and despair.

As long as I have breath, I have hope.

“Hold the line!”

My spirit and my resolve are battle-hardened,

My strategy is coming together,

As I plan to launch an offensive

That will scatter the enemy and break their spirits.

“Hold the line!”

 

 

I Miss the Old Hymns

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By Michael W. Raley

I miss the old hymns

And the truth we sang

About that Old Time Religion

In the Old Country Church.

We sang about God’s Amazing Grace

And the soul cleansing Blood of the Lamb.

I miss the times In the Garden

Where our Precious Lord took our hand

And made it well with our souls.

I held onto the Rock of Ages

And found peace in the valley

Because Love lifted me.

Nothing could wash away my sins,

Nothing but the Blood of Jesus.

O how I miss the days of the old hymns.

Semblance of Peace

By Michael W. Raley

I wasted a lot of years being angry.

Triggered by the mere thought of an event

Or the mention of someone’s name.

The hurt, the pain, and the unanswered prayers

Twisting inside of me, like a thorn in my flesh.

I believe that I’m entitled to answers,

But I know the answers won’t change anything

As what is passed cannot be undone.

The only remedy for this long incubating illness

Is to go forward with today

And work on some semblance of peace.

 

Saturday Morning Coffee

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By Michael W. Raley

Saturday morning coffee tastes the best

Because there are no agendas,

No deadlines to meet,

And no rush to do anything.

The cup provides a sort of  sanctuary,

Where you can be alone with your thoughts

And decompress from the week’s noise.

Saturday morning coffee reminds me

Of seasons of growth in faith and spirit.

I’ve also observed the beauty and wonder

Of nature as I enjoyed my favorite drink.

Some people search the world over for peace,

But sometimes you can find a moment’s bliss in a cup.

Survivor

 

By Michael W. Raley

Another year is coming to a close

And for a brief window of time,

The future seems hopeful and optimistic.

For a fleeting moment,

We take a deep breath

And reflect on everything that was,

Whether it was heavenly bliss or hellish torment.

These times serve as tests,

Which can make or break

Our characters and spirits.

As I look back,

One word comes to mind: Survivor.

By God’s grace, I’m still standing

After languishing in the throes

Of despair, loss, and spiritual torment.

I’m still here.

I’m still looking forward.

I’m still fighting.

I will not give up.