William Speaks at Center of Praise
Jul08

William Speaks at Center of Praise

William Owens will be performing live poems based on his latest book, Naked Before God – Words That Express My Heart In light increased turmoil of our nation with killings of people and police officers, William will be presenting a new work to speak to this national crises. It is entitled Identity. Center Of Praise Church Pastor Joseph Sissac When: Sat, July 9, 4pm – 8pm Where: 1228 23rd St, Sacramento, CA 95816, USA (map)...

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Scars
Jun11

Scars

Sure, I have some emotional luggage. It’s painful but that’s how I know He’s real. Without the pain, I could never experience the reality of His healing balm and the power He has to calm the storms that rage and attempt to cage my mind from time to time.  (No poem intended here… it just rolled). Scars reflects what we all experience and the hope of what the end can mean when you yield to Him.  ...

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My Worth

My worth will not be defined by who I am What I’ve done The clothes I wear Style of my hair The zoot of my suit The heat of my flair Not determined by how much I’ve lost Failures that stare at me throughout the night Can’t count the times I’ve tried to get it right I’m someone in the Fathers sight He sees me perfect in Christ No need to strive to prove a thing It’s alright Cause His love is perfect...

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I’m writing as I live

As I face each day’s challenges, I write. Whatever the challenge, the struggle, the disappointment, mis-judgement of myself or of others, if the Lord quickens me, I write. I encourage you to write too, it will provide a release for your soul and insight into your hearts issues. It doesn’t mean it will make sense, but it will begin a journey that God has ordained as long as you yield your life to Him. Write and share the...

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Refugee
Apr24

Refugee

      Refugees             My eyes open in the morning Seeking for redemption From the agony of suffering in the grip of misery forced upon me as a refugee Misplaced without reason Abandoned to the treason of evil contrived by dark hearts bent on the death of innocence because of an inheritance of historic rhetoric? My skin I chose not My eyes My hair, My voice are no less...

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