A Crown Of Gold And Not Of Wood

Sorrow calls my name everyday

But I have chosen to ignore her

Depression wraps her manipulative arms around my world

Yet I pretend not to see her

Sickness breaks my flesh

But I am covered with His blood

Doubt tries to find my peace

But my peace is with the Lord

And when I close my eyes

He speaks to my heart

Though my fullness may tarry

I am not forgotten

His plans for me are plans of good

Plans of good and not of evil

The King of the Universe made me an oat by blood

Elshaddai swore to me by His Word

It became flesh and dwells within my weak frame; 

Alas life in abundance 

To the covenant I live in accordance

Though my results tarry

He who made the ears hears my cry 

I am not forgotten

For I am a servant of His pleasure

A Royal Priesthood

Oh His plans for me are plans of good

So I say to my fears today, be gone

I say to my tears wait till dawn

For joys comes in the morning

The Lord will surely come

I am not forgotten

For His namesake I am not forsaken

I am bestowed with a crown of gold and not of wood

I am bestowed with a crown of gold

His plans for me are plans of good

Not plans of evil, but plans of good

By Kyng David,© 2013, All rights reserved. 

I Hear A Sound

"And Elijah said to Ahab, Go up, eat and drink, for there is the sound of abundance of rain. So Ahab went up to eat and to drink. And Elijah went up to the top of Carmel; and he bowed himself down upon the earth and put his face between his knees And said to his servant, Go up now, look toward the sea. And he went up and looked and said, There is nothing. Elijah said, Go again seven times. And at the seventh time the servant said, A cloud as small as a man's hand is arising out of the sea. And Elijah said, Go up, say to Ahab, Hitch your chariot and go down, lest the rain stop you. In a little while, the heavens were black with wind-swept clouds, and there was a great rain. And Ahab went to Jezreel." (1 Kings 18:41-45 AMP).

Give me a song for the storm

Some ray from the sun

Give some light in the dark

Push me across the mark

Give me a grain in the drought

Remove bitterness from my mouth

I wanna be happy

Tell me how to be happy

I hear a sound

There is the sound of abundance of rain