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August 17, 2009

The Source (poem)

I trusted my career
jobs to provide meat for my household to eat
Thinking it was my employers that were causing me to thrive
but when it came down to it…
when it came down to their business trying to survive
when they needed to downsize
it was to my demise.

Or so they thought.
But no! I praise God!
Despite the economy
Hard as it is out there
my family eats well
my cupboards’ never been bare
Rent’s never been late
nothing’s been shut off
insurance never lapsed
cause my fate…
is not based on how the world’s financial system operates

The Kingdom of God is not in recession!
It’s running full-force
It’s not what’s my source of income
but WHO is my source
Lord, YOU are my source!
I trust You
YOU are the one…
I trust…
for my income

Candace Burts © 2009. All rights reserved

August 1, 2009

Strapped (poem)

Strapped with my sword
with more fire power
than AK-40 anything
sharper than Ginsu, dao or jian
to slice and dice
disillusioned thoughts
li-ver than any crew

It's tha REAL deal
folks should wanna kill for my piece
turning slick trips and tricks
inside out
confounding the wise
peepin false messages going out

Don't be deceived
All that sounds good isn't good
Don't leave home without it