Mary's Baby...My Redeemer

You came into this world so many years ago. You came that my soul to Heaven may go. You were wrapped in swaddling clothes and rested your tiny head in a lowly manger. Your birth was such a humble sweet event. It was the greatest event that this world has ever known. You came to heal the sick, raise the dead, mend the broken hearted; the list goes on. Little did Mary know, you'd come to redeem us. Whoever thought that this child, Mary's baby, Would be my redeemer.

That Thorn....Will it Leave

Date: Sometime in 2010

Dear Journal,

As I sit here on the porch, sipping on some awesome juice,
I attempt to hold it together before I blow a fuse.
I have a problem, a habit, an addiction that won't go away.
Sometimes I feel like brother Paul on display.
He described it as a thorn in his flesh, so he would pray.
I have a thorn in my flesh.
I love the feeling that this thorn tends to give my flesh.
It drives me and it makes me who I am, the only thing is
It's killing me.
What do I do?  I've prayed and prayed, but still to no avail.
I've gone to the elders of the church and they only snear at me.
They can't and won't try to understand it because they fear it.
What do I do? I can't help because I love this thorn.
It's been a part of my life for a long time.
I asked God for grace, but it always presents itself.
Don't get me wrong, I still believe, but I need something done.
Is it too late for me to atone?
I'm wondering will that thorn ever leave?

Leaving You Behind

On a Friday Night, I leave your house.
I leave feelings, desires, and stolen moments behind.
I realize that the ride was fun, but it was a louse.
Time that was wasted where I could have shined.
However, the prison you held me in, I've freed myself from.
I take this time to say, I'm leaving.
As I drive toward my brighter future
I drive away from you and leave you standing in the dust.
Don't worry, You won't find me.
The Past is the Past,
I'm Leaving You Behind



The Mountain Top

The Mountain Top

On the mountain top there is invigoration.
Here all my worries come to stagnation and die.

My only fear is going back to the valley.
There is pestilence and desolation.

The mountain top is where I want to be.
I appreciate this mountain top.


On this bright sunny day
I manage to make my way
to my destiny and freedom.
The day you walk out
Didn't make me pout.
I simply spread my wings
So I could spring...
Spring forth and soar.
I chose a life that's not the former
I've been redeemed from your torture.
Yes, I let you walk out and no you can't get back in.
Darling I'm soaring and you are boring.
Let me be so I may soar.

Simply Dorinda---She is my Diva!