I’m blessed ya’ll! Really and truly blessed. I think I need to stop saying “this is the happiest I’ve ever been” because the best IS yet to come and well, to God be the glory that I’m going to be happier!
Life gets better when you serve the right God …and wholeheartedly, Amen?
The Lord is so sweet in his endeavors and always seeing about ME. How can you not love a guy like that?! Seriously. But yea, in this post though, I wanted to show honor and gratitude to you and momma ‘nem.
I think about the word legacy in this season. What I’ve inherited and not earned. I think about all of those beautiful past and present selfless choices and sacrifices of others and I don’t take them lightly at all. I think of all of those who’ve given me a dope beat to step to (ha) and worshipped You, Oh God. Served You, obeyed You, gave their money and even more precious, their love and time. I, thank YOU.
In the book of Galatians, it talks about how one reaps what they sow. That’s a good thing! We should be a people that rejoice at the comprehension of that scripture, not cringe! Sow, and sow well because it’s not all about us. Give honor and thanks to those who have sown and are causing you and I to reap. My heart is full of gratitude, and in that I wrote a little something to show my appreciation. If it applies to you, please receive it. If it doesn’t, just know that you can choose to do something about that. Enjoy 🙂
Once Upon A Time
There once was a rose that rose, that
I do not suppose
was watered daily
by the sweat of those
Who said “Sir”
Who said “Ma’am”
to carriers of spam
Who said “Thank You”
Who said “Please”
then grew thorns
as they appeased
There once was a rose that rose, that
I do not suppose
saw hope in a darkened room
of like colors that loom
Who knew you
Who knew me
and served their
unknown heredity
I am so thankful that
There once was a rose that rose, that
I do not suppose
grew tall in it’s bouquet
despite all thrown hearsay
Who chose to live
when some said die
and chose to smile
when most did cry
So strong, that beautiful rose.
There once was a rose that rose, that
I do not suppose
hoped for one day
where a new rose would blossom
and just say
Thank You.
©2012 • Chan’tel Nikole Grayson
