THE HAND I HOLD

THE HAND I HOLD

By: Tyararr J. Jones

The hand I hold is bigger than the holes in which I fall,

Its comfort is more consuming than the grief I at times may bare.

Faithfully guided during times of questioning and pondering,

The hand I hold is strong.

The hand I hold is bigger than the trials I endure,

Its motive of constant care and direction is pure.

Patiently enduring my pulling away in times of pride and eccentric rebellion,

The hand I hold is patient.

The hand I hold is bigger than my sin,

It is the hand of God, so mighty and so strong.

A child of His I am and to Him I belong,

The hand that accepts my embrace is God's.

The hand that created the world created me,

The hand that breaks me also mends me.

The hand I hold is bigger than the fear that battles my faith,

It is the hand of God.

RELEASE ME

RELEASE ME

By: Tyararr J. Jones

Life's temporary shackles clang with laughter around my ankles as I kneel on weary knee,

Beckoning aloud to my gracious God as I chant my humble plea.

This wrestling for my will as life's reflection mocks me to my face,

I strive to sip but once from the cup of God's overflowing grace.

The drums of battle awaken me in the silence of resting thought,

Before familiar ground of countless disguised choices I am daily brought.

Confined to life's chains of temporary breath though eternity of Heaven holds my end,

Pressing forth with no retreat, for my faith I will daily contend.

Life's temporary shackles clang with laughter around my ankles as I kneel on weary knee,

O God, release me from the restrain as I long to you finally see.

TUNE OF MERCY

TUNE OF MERCY

By: Tyararr J. Jones

Forgiveness finds its familiar place in the midst of spoken word and silent reflection.

Grace is greeted with abundant joy and humility of understanding.

Hope is revealed in the refreshing morning of expectation.

Mercy is turned into song by the acceptance of a broken heart of harmony.

Happiness is unveiled by the clear perspective of unforseen circumstance.

Rebuke is spoken with silent hesitation.

Rehearsed like a symphony my expression finds peace.

Glory is expressed through a melody of inner celebration.

The tune of mercy grasps the reins of rebellious intention.

Humbling it to its reflection of undeserved forgiveness.

All in an instant, these hums of thought are bridled as servant sees the Master and remembers his purpose.

WHEN GOD SPEAKS

WHEN GOD SPEAKS

By: Jones/Piccirillo

O Lord, Have you not spoken or am I deaf to your voice?

Tune my heart to your sweet promises and my actions to making the right choice.

Make me sensitive to the reflection of beauty in the handiwork of creation,

Purge me through the filter of righteous recreation.

Teach me to listen to the gentle whispers of your pleasant voice,

Knowing that where they lead me, I will get the molding of your choice.

Allow me to feel the safety of your presence everywhere I go,

Guiding and showing me all that you wish for me to know.

Gird up the loins of my mind that my affections remain set on thee,

Set my eyes on the Holy standard of what I need to faithfully be.

Allow me not to get caught up with the pressures of this earth,

But help me stick to the standards of my cherished, new rebirth.

Satisfy my longing for fellowship that is pure and divine,

Keep me wrapped in blessed peace wihch is holy thine.

I desperately want to hear every word you have to say,

Teach me O Lord what you want and help me to obey.

I don't want to take for granted the words that you have shared,

So, thank you God for all that you've given and for how much you've cared.

THE WAITING

THE WAITING

By: Jones/Piccirillo

Here I humbly stand O God while kneeling deep within my heart,

Longing to know you more that I might not from your drift apart.

For when I call, you're always there no matter what my trouble,

Crying out your name, I come running toward you on the double.

Footsetps of apathy beckon me by name as I seek to follow your way,

Help me God to hold my ground, help me to quickly find my stay.

As I talk to you, O God I feel you draw me near,

When I pour my heart out to you, I fully am sincere.

Guide me in this waiting so that patient I may be,

Pushing me forward with grace though I may walk reluctantly.

Treasures of countless thoughts beckon the invitation of your will to my heart,

Help me to maintain my view of how truly great thou art!

Keep me close to you O God with every passing day,

I don't want the life you gave me to quickly pass away.

Help me not to lose my focus, you are the one thing that is true,

The things of this life will soon be gone so keep my heart set on you.

I AM

I AM

By: Tyararr J Jones

The God of all creation...I AM.

The Ruler of all days...I AM.

The Beginning and the End...I AM.

The Hope of your waiting...I AM.

The King of Kings...I AM.

The LORD of Lords...I AM.

The Sustainer of your faith...I AM.

The Foundation of your faith...I AM.

The Deliverer...I AM.

The Peace that blinds your confusion...I AM.

The Song of your refreshed heart...I AM.

The Light of your salvation...I AM.

The Guide of your life's journey...I AM.

The Rock of Ages...I AM.

The Sovereign God...I AM.

The Hearer and Answer to your prayers...I AM.

The Giver of your possessions...I AM.

The Source of Truth...I AM.

The Father...I AM.

Omnipotent...I AM.

Omniscient...I AM.

Omnipresent...I AM.

The Restraint to your rebellion...I AM.

Immutable...I AM.

The Carrier of your burdens...I AM.

All that is Holy...I AM.

The Quenching of your spiritual thirst and hunger...I AM.

Your Strength, day by day...I AM.

The Giver of your very next breath...I AM.

All that is Divine...I AM.

The Giver of your talents/blessings...I AM.

The God who provided a way for your salvation...I AM.

The Mender of broken hearts...I AM.

The God of Heaven...I AM.

WHEN HEAVEN STOOD STILL

WHEN HEAVEN STOOD STILL

By: Tyararr J. Jones

In the silence of the day while on the Cross He hang,

Abrupt chants of hate from the people sang.

Scarce drops of peace hard to find in the crowd of anger,

Christians wandering about trying to hide from the danger.

Onlookers waiting for Jesus to deliver himself from this shame,

While reflecting on the cries of mockery from those who were to blame.

From light to darkness and the shaking of the ground,

Joy is fleeting and striving to be found.

For a moment, Heaven is silent as the Father's will is done,

Angels armed with sword surrounding God the Son.

As Jesus hung on the Cross wearing sin that was not His own,

Hope was brought to the high and mighty, to the poor and unknown.

All in an instant, Christ Jesus my King,

Silenced sin's voice and quenched death's sting.

His arms stretched wide with grace and with love,

Fulfilling his Father's will who looked down from above.

Laid to rest in a tomb made by man,

Carrying out what was prepared in His master plan.

From death to life as He arose from the grave,

Spreading forth his message to seek and to save.

Jesus Christ is my Savior and He is my Lord,

We must press on and follow His Word.

WHISPERS AT THE CROSS

WHISPERS AT THE CROSS

By: Tyararr J. Jones

The ponderings of my heart lost in the silence of the day,

Striving for clarity in the things I want to say.

O God, in the midst of storm help me not from you stray,

Please hear my whispers as I kneel and pray.

You are Strength, I am weak.

You are Master, I am servant.

You are Father, I am child.

You are Wisdom, I am foolish.

You are the Rock, I strive for stability.

You are Savior, I am sinner.

You are Immutable, You are changing me.

You are Love, I am still learning to love.

You are Peace, I am pushing away confusion.

You are Faithful, I am forever finding my ground.

You are Holy, I am humbling trying.

You are Forgiving, I am fretful.

You are King, I worship You.

You are my Refuge, I am safe in You.

You are Worthy, I praise You.

You are the Shepherd, I follow You.

You are the Light of the world, help me shine for You.

You are Life, help me live for You.

You are Hope, I will trust in You.

You took my place, I am bound to You.

FROM THE BRUSH TO ITS CANVAS

FROM THE BRUSH

TO ITS CANVAS

By: Tyararr J. Jones

Released from the silence of closed thoughts, my words ring in the ears of young minds of hidden potential.

From the first day of presentation, through the year of daily anticipation of diligent instruction....

The whispers of carpeted walls echoes the chant of...details! details! details!

Front row murmurings of questions that bring expressions of vast disguises,

The owner of these questions so eager for such evident answers.

I smile with inward and outward emotion due to the variety of pondering minds that sit before me daily.

Daily I seek to brush upon cognitive canvas: dsicipline, discernment, diligence, devotion, and determination.

Twenty-two canvases of impressionable thought, a responsibility that drains me daily of possible consequence.

To whom do I speak, to whom does this beckoning of openness belong?

It is to you my 9th grade pupils of beautiful minds and endless potential.

The prodding, the stretching, the pushing of extreme excellence that I demand is only for your future good.

At times, I know that you feel the pressure of deadlines and responsibilities to which you have never experienced.

The things that push you beyond your limits will make you stronger and give you mental endurance for later academic requirement.

Today, I recognize the diligence of those who have been hard working students.

I also take notice to those who have taken little steps toward the potential they seek to run from daily.

The paint which I seek to apply to the canvas of your minds is this:

Think before you speak.

Think before you act.

Be not afraid of the things that challenge you, embrace the trials you face as opportunitites to see God mold and shape you more into His image.

Conduct yourself in a manner that does not take away from your testimony or reputation but reflects who you truly serve.

Enjoy your youth, enjoy each other and enjoy the life God has given you; for the past cannot be replayed.

VALENTINE OF REMEMBRANCE

VALENTINE OF REMEMBRANCE

By: Tyararr J. Jones

It seems like yesterday that I first glanced upon your precious face,

Wishing that you and I were standing in common place.

The sweet aroma of your fellowship and pleasant melody of your voice,

Longing to be in your presence is my daily choice.

Quick glances of your smile and anticipation of conversation,

Each memory of you is a delighful presentation.

The expression of my heart is revealed through ink and pen,

Pondering upon the past and how refreshing times were then.

You are remembered as a song, so sweet to be heard,

You have my heart and the promise of spoken word.

Thankful you were a visitor to my path and to my heart,

Wishing that distance did not drive us apart.

I am a holder of the memories of your beauty and your song,

Singing tunes of your name during the days that are long.

A recipient of my focus and the object of my love,

Giving thanks for you daily to my loving Father above.

Remembrance is a gift, the experience was a pleasure,

The time spent with you was a priceless treasure.

You are a highlight of reflection and a reminder for me to smile,

A reminder to press forward and with my heart go an extra mile.

BECKONING

BECKONING

By: Tyararr J. Jones

From hidden corners of isolation, silence finds it voice,

Whispering to deafened ears, the response is a crucial choice.

Choice and consequence join hand in hand with a persistent fervent plea,

The outcome can be a mystery or sometimes very easy to see.

Crossing the fence of desire and the true value of your soul,

Chastened by the beckoning that desires to make you whole.

Drift not away from the beckoning and the message that it shares,

Bringing peace, hope, and love from the One who really cares.

Respond now with haste while heart and mind can hear,

Step forth with humility and put aside your fear.

From the God of all Creation and the source of the beckonining that is near,

Come to him with trust and experience a true life of love, and cheer.