She is no princess
But when she stoops,
It is to conquer,
Like a lioness, she is the queen of my pride,
An elegant stallion,
She is my gazelle, my muse,
Her smile fills my quill,

She is my poem,
Her beauty shapes my thought
Gracefully, her gait flames my passion,
I am complete by her,
Imperfect me, she is my perfection,


She is my friend,
She is a confidante,
I find a million reasons to smile by her,
She is every woman wish,
She is every mans desire,

All that I've had is nothing when it compares with her,
I know how her love makes me feel and I am so glad that I've got her.
Now that she stooped,
She stooped to conquer my heart!

I HAVE WING

I have wings, So I will fly
Fly so high in the sky,
I will spread my wings and coast on the pressures of the wind,
I will fly so high

High in the sky I see all beneath
From a distance I glide in glory
The winds beneath my wings

Through the storms I will fly
And the lightening will grace my flight with
Fireworks so beautiful
Though the tempest rage!

I will fly but not away
After all is said and done
Its who we are and what we are,
Come Fly With Me!

THE PAST IS PAST

Even though feelings were hurt
Trust betrayed and friends part
The past is the past
lets leave it there,
We now have the chance to make it right,


Be not quick to condemn now,
Hold your whip for a moment,
And before you strike,
See, I am not your enemy!


I pray do not slay,
Still the Night with words tender and soft,
Though the scars remain,
The future beckons with hope
The Past is past, let it be so!

A TRIBUTE TO DR AND MRS MYLES
Good night Myles Munroe,
This is not a good Bye,
In life you inspired us,
In death, you are made whole

Good night Myles Munroe
Father and friend
Your children miss you
In the Lord we all shall be consoled
Good night Myles, and rest in the Lord.

Good Night Good servant
Your race is run
Before the master you have been called
In life and in death
You've served us all!

Good Night father
Good Night son
Good Night brother
Good Night friend

Rest in the Bosom of the Lord!

PASTOR BEGGARMAN

Every day I see him dressed in his sun baked suit,
His big book also tanned by the sun
He hops from one bus to another
Just to spread the word!

You are blessed, he shouts!
This is your time, this is your season!
Brethren, Our God is a rich God!
Receive your prosperity now and the passengers would shout Amen.

Pastor Beggarman, says he is the lords servant
Yet he has no place to lay his head
looking so unkempt, his beards could shine my shoes,
Yes, Our God is a rich God

His sermons are brief and precise,
Forget about repentance,
Focus of Prosperity
Give and it will be given back to you,

As the bus plies the highways,
The people engrossed in his sermons,
He never seeks a soul to save,
Yet he must make the altar sow call.

"Sow into my life and reap a prophets blessing"

Pastor beggarman, his eyes wide open
With arms stretched apart he collects tithes and offerings
Often he chides the mean givers, he'll sometimes curse!
Pastor! Pastor! Beggar! Beggar

His pulpit is the bus
His congregation are the passengers,
Some have known his ways, many others still gullible
I am just an observer of his unusual style of begging!

Begging in the name of the Lord!