AS WE LAY

I remember vividly that day so very well.

I first visited your church, your cologne I could smell.

Recently broke up with ex, my soul needed a break.

Yet when you fist crossed my path, my heart was for the take.

You said all the perfect things that I needed to hear.

How you’re waiting on a wife, you even shed a tear.

I fell for your every word and even dropped my guard.

“Could this be my answered prayer?”  I prayed this to my Lord.

But there are a couple things that makes me scratch my head.

How can you be my pastor, yet always in my bed?

How did I fall in this game?  I dare not think or say.

Crying silent tears at night in my bed, as we lay.

From that day you approached me, with bible in your hand.

Praying for my past hurt scars, I trust you as a man.

Never did I think one time that you where playing a game.

Until on that faithful night when I was put to shame.

Your phone rang so many times, yet you were sound asleep.

After it rang several times I quickly took a peek.

Shocked at text message I read, it said, “Baby, come home.”

“Kids are fast asleep in bed, your wife is all alone.”

Now that my hearts into you, how do I leave this mess?

God, I need your strength right now to help me out this test.

How did I fall in this game?  I dare not think or say.

Crying silent tears at night in my bed, as we lay.

By:  Larry Nelson

THE GRAND PRIZE

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She slipped right passed my radar
She has a unique style.

The entire church adores her
She’s not loose legged or wild.

So many men approach her
But she turns them away.

She will not settle for less
Until her wedding day.

See, that’s where I come in at
With fake Christian disguise.

And I will not give up til
I get to her grand prize.

She will not recognize me
My style is to deceive.

And when she crosses my path
I will make her believe.

That I want to marry her
And give her my last name.

I’ll lie about intentions
Simply to win this game.

I’ll give it about six months
My bed will I disguise.

And I will not give up til
I get to her grand prize.

By:  Larry Nelson

My visit to Little Rock

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This Thanksgiving I drove from Pine Bluff, Arkansas to Little Rock.  My first time there, I wanted to see Central High School, the site of the 1957 integration of all public schools.  I was in awe of how massive the school is and just the significance of walking on grounds that
just 50 years earlier, African Americans were barred from.

I pray that this generation takes advantage of education and realize how blessed they are.  The world still has a ways to go, but thank God we’re not where we once was.

Until next time bloggers,
Larry Nelson. 

DEAR PASTOR

As I sit behind my desk and watch this hour glass

It has just occured to me that one full year has passed.

I have not stepped foot in church, my life an utter mess,

Satan dances on my roof, his 2 step is the best.

Missing all the fellowship from being with the saints,

Now I make my excuses, the “why’s”, the “wont’s” and “cant’s”.

Use to see my church sisters as sisters in the Lord,

Now my twisted mind sees some as sex on my house floor.

Church was once my only rock, now there’s no place to run,

Hell is screaming out my name while Satan calls me son.

Vissions of my end is near, they’re coming very faster,

I just need a worrd from God, please pray for me dear pastor.

Maybe its the child in me, I never had a dad,

Died 6 months before my birth, some folks have said, “That’s sad.”

Momma turns her back on me, been like this all my life,

If we speak for 3 minutes, its going to be some strife.

This is why the church to me was all I ever had,

This is why you saw the goofy side that was so glad.

Now I’ve been away one year, my heart is torn a bit,

Even though I’m very calm, I know my soul is sick.

Who can I turn to for help and cry away the pain?

Lead me God back to the Rock, the One in which was slain.

Visions of my end is near, they’re coming very faster,

I just need a word from God, please pray for me dear pastor.

 

By Larry Nelson.

Please look out for my next book:  For Virtuous Women Only 3….The Testimonies.

God bless you and keep me in your prayers.

Off And Running

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For 2014, my focus is on soul improvement rather than self improvement.  I’ve spent so many years trying to be the purest of people.  The greatest of friends and Mr. You-Can-Depend-On-Me.  That mentality is left in 2013. 

I will focus more so on my soul and God first.  With that in mind, everything else will fall into place.  Much bible reading, writing, exercising and prayer will set the tone for my 2014.  Yes, MY 2014. 

I pray to be a better man and father in 2014 than I was in 2013.  I pray to be quick to hear and slow to speak more in 2014 than I was in 2013.  Resolutions are great, but a soul focus with a mind to better yourself internally is even greater.

Knowing how I pray today affects my tomorrow motivates me to reach higher, dig deeper and climb further. 

You belong to me 2014.  You’re mine…..!

Until next time blogger family.
Larry Nelson