Taken Care Of

As far as the east is from the west, so fat HE removed our transgressions from us. Like as a father pities his children, so the LORD pities them that fear HIM. For HE knows our frame; HE remembers that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourishes. But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear HIM, and HIS righteousness unto children’s children; to such as keep HIS covenant, and to those that remember HIS commandments to do them. (Psalm 103-12-18)

We are not perfect, but there is ONE who IS. Nobody is too dirty to come to the SAVIOR-come just as you are, and HE WILL take care of the rest. ♥ :) ♥

Don’t Stay Down

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. 

Maya Angelou