Tag Archives: prayer

God Holds Our Bones Together: Audio added

Prayer Poem by the author of this blog

to the God that holds our bones together, holds sanctuary in the soul,
while we are at times are broken, troubled waters, wells have run dry

Hear our prayers O God…
 allow us to put aside our pride allow this very prayer to suffice God you are my only  devotion you are our ultimate supply

must tell Jesus,  when the pounding ache, of our lives becomes too much, when the loneliness, of our prayers spill out 

We dare not bear these burdens alone

God bottled up precious tears for angels to touch

you shut up the mouths of darkness, you bring hatred to its’ knees, you catch us even when we fall,

“you are wounded for our transgressions,  bruised for our iniquities: the {h} chastisement for our peace rest upon him; and with his stripes we are made whole”
I must tell Jesus, Jesus alone, gathering the weary, lonely, downcast, down hearted touch all those who are bereaved 


God you are our devotion, you are our ultimate peace

sis, Krissy Mosley

Watch My Faith Go To Work: aka Love:

written and spoken by the author of VisionarieKindness (kindness sister Krissy)

In Between ourselves and the road we must, face o’ God allow our prayers to quake as thunder, allow our tears to hold courage in the face of adversity. Shower down healings’ for the nation. And synchronize our prayers with those who have marched on before us, those who have prayed us through darkest of nights. Where the stairs are torn and floor boards are bare. 

We stand in agreement with those “fervent effectual prayers of the righteous” those who press toward the mark of the prize of high calling …
with those that are not ashamed to say the name of Jesus in the morning, say the name of Jesus in the darkness of times 

synergize our prayers with faith and work and watch our faith go to work 

in the name of Love,

kindness sister Krissy

The Call of the Spirit:

written and spoken by the author of this blog VisionarieKindness your Kindness sister Krissy

So we stop,

and hear what the spirit has to say.

We are the branches, I’ll take my body to the altar

lay my body on the altar, encapsulate my tears on this altar

let oxygen move around

O’God revive the laughter of my soul

revive the hope of growing old,

revive the rivers flowing in my belly,

revive the tongues of my trees,

revive my spirit, my eyes that I might see

revive my heart ,my former dreams, revive the latter rain in me

revive the years from whence I came

revive each connective hymn and let me pray,

revive the cartilage in my knees,

revive my prayers- O’ God

we take our bodies to this altar

there are all night prayers in mama’s house

all night meetings before you sleep,

we stop,

and hear what the spirit has to say

kindness sister Krissy

Come On IN This House ( its gonna rain) Stay Safe!

Dear God seems like the whole world’s- up and went to the hospital..

and those that are alone, with cellphones and text -still perplexed

“dismayed afraid of the cough “‘

a spiff, or a wrong whistle

You made the flea and the ocean’

the spec of moon dust and the hurricane

paired each sky with its’ own perfected rainbow

and so as we stay in the boat

it might be 40 days and 40 nights

it might be the wilderness or red sea

but God send

back the dove – or the sparrow

with green olive branches

in her beak,

I still believe

you watch over me…