GOD OF THE PROCESS AND THE PRODUCT

GOD OF THE PROCESS AND

THE PRODUCT

By: Tyararr J. Jones

O Lord refine this vessel as I upon this challenging journey tread,

Keep my eyes focused on Heaven which awaits me after I am dead.

Help me to stay true to the process of your molding hand,

Shaping my heart to your statues and the obedience of your command.

At times I grow weary while restrained in this temporal state of mind,

Longing for that refreshing peace that can be so ever hard to find.

Renew me from within so that in the mirror of life I am real,

May I feast upon your precious Word as my daily spiritual meal.

May I not lose sight of the big picture that life is all about You!

Pressing forward faithfully for the prize that is so eternal and true.

Though the storms of life twirl about me and the rains flood my way,

May I rejoice in you always for you are my Rock, my stay.

Keep me patient in the process that you are doing in others and in me,

Your will is my desire and the song my heart will plea.

Please make your loving voice the tune my heart longs to hear,

For though I long for Heaven, I will be still....for You are always near.

LORD IF YOU ARE WILLING

LORD IF YOU ARE WILLING

By: Tyararr J. Jones

O Lord purge this dying vessel from the filth that is within,

As I daily battle for control on the dangerous brink of sin.

Victory's hand seems oh so fleeting as I contend for where I stand,

Longing to bend the knee as I submit to your command.

Break the chains of my will so from sin I may be restrained,

Push me toward your reflection that I in your presence may be contained.

Cleanse this wicked man from within and also from without,

That I may press forward by faith and not by clouds of doubt.

I covet the calm and peace that whispers before the pouring rain,

The refreshment and release after one has been removed from inner pain.

Help others to see I am not invincable or unemotional to the voice of sin's plan,

But I am just striving to be real and to be God's obedient man.

THE GOD OF TODAY, YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW

THE GOD OF TODAY, YESTERDAY, AND TOMORROW

By: Tyararr J. Jones

You try to silence me in the pondering of your thoughts...But I am in the silence and the noise...I am God.

Our conversations have been distant, you cry out to me only in time of need...I am always communicating to you...I am God.

Life's grip of burdens have broken you and knocked you to your knees...Give me your burdens...I am God.

You are looking for love in all the wrong places...temporary objects of affection...I love you...I am God.

Guilt has robbed you of usefulness. You are caged by the grip of past mistakes. I forgive you...I am God.

Tomorrow scares you, for your faith is in temporary expectations. Put your faith in me...I am God.

Fear is bound to your heart and actions. The opinions of people control you. Fear not man or the future...I am God.

Rest in me, commit to me, trust in me, hope in me, delight in me, walk with me. I know and hold your future...I am God.

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.

EYES OF MY HEART

EYES OF MY HEART

By: Tyararr J. Jones

Help me Lord to see the things that I should surely see,

The wonders of your Word and not selfishly on me.

Uncover the sin and doubt that mar the window of my heart,

Remove the passions of my soul that are within tearing me apart.

Renew the filter of my eyes, my mind so vast but weak,

May my cravings be pure for the things that I seek.

My eyes are daily tempted by facades created by man,

Keep me close to thee, a follower of your plan.

Be thou my guide, the Creator of my vision,

Stable in all my ways, uncompromised by division.

Lord, take the reins of my heart that I might humbly be,

A vessel that is pure and sanctified to thee.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

This is just a quick note to wish all those who read and visit my blog a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!! There are more posts to come. Take care and God bless!

WHISPER PEACE TO ME

WHISPER PEACE TO ME

By: Tyararr J. Jones

In the confusion of the day when your face is hard to see,

Lord draw me close and whisper peace to me.

As this battle rages on, deep inside of me,

Remind me daily of that victory when you conquered sin at Calvary.

Reflection of myself and the true ponderings of my heart,

O God may I daily seek to make you a valuable part.

Sin's song beckons me with intentions of wicked plea,

O Lamb of God, whisper peace to me.

Make my efforts pure for the good I seek to do,

May I love you more and daily strive for you.

Tune my ears to long for the song of your pleasant voice,

Seeking to be obedient, today and in every choice.

Silence these drums of storm that seek to cloud my sense of delight,

Forever driven by your Hand and the giver of my might.

O the love that binds my heart and soul to thee,

I am listening Lord, whisper peace to me.

OASIS OF FELLOWSHIP

OASIS OF FELLOWSHIP

By: Tyararr J. Jones

O this present day in precious solitude I dwell,

Quiet ponderings of my heart, O so hard to others tell.

Though surrounded by others, this path at times seems bare,

Longing for true fellowship and the presence for those who care.

The true intentions of those I know; do I truly comprehend?

Will they be faithful companions until I reach my journey's end?

Temporary conversation that quickly passes by,

Longing for eternal fellowship with my God who reigns on high.

When the path seems deserted and common ground is hard to find,

It is God who lights my steps and gives me peace of mind.

Nuances Of Hope In A Lost And Needy World

Nuances Of Hope In A

Lost And Needy World

By: Tyararr J. Jones

Heartache.hurricanes.starvation.searching.God is.floods.loss of poessession.

Crime.abuse.loss of a mate.lack of peace.Grace.depression.contemplation.

live for.purpose.birth.lust of the flesh.Him.shackled.wandering.shipwrecekd.

Newborn baby.attachment.focus.fire of the tongue.confinement.broken music.

out of tune.greed.stealing.change.questions of mercy.depravity of man.lust of the eyes.

His Grace.ashamed.call of desperation.temptation.sacrifce.disobedience.my way is now.

Ambush.broken.no remorse.willing.death.is Sufficient.poverty.life's song.listen.

Investigation.lack of effort.lost.controlled by want.let Him.desire.unkind.apathy.

in your.facade.tears of agony.boastful.bitterness.life.wanting of answers.typhoon.

Desert.profanity.unspoken.addictive.storms of life.Great.hurting.seeking truth.unrestrained.

is.begging.out of tune.earthquake.symphony.His faithfulness.cancer.AIDS.

Alcohol.forgetfulness.fleshly attire.sensual.desensitized to sin.looking for.Look.

drunk.high on everything except for life.tropical storm.devastation.toward.

mediocre.quality of life.covet.sin.ridicule.the Cross.thirsty.craving.ignorance.

manipulation.admiration.empathy.give.glamour.old.shallow.your.judgment.

thought.blindness.reflection.impatient.all to.backbiting.selfishness.shy.

God and.adapt.pain.assignment.success.expectation.ridicule.advancement.

God alone.confused.needy.alone.renovation.volcano.His.passion.restoration.

symphony.compact.rugged.unconceivable.weak.unstable.doubleminded.

of life.understanding.lack of discernment.notes.rebellion.mocking.scorching heat.

giving up.giving in.getting out.plays the tune.faithfulness.grudge.giants.new.

that our hearts.longing.exposed.want.shelter.rock.steady.sickness.fear.winning.

leadership.composure.discipline.must seek.circumspect.practice.resistance.rain.

and play.self-centered.stingy.reckless.genocide.What.conversation.participation.

moments.complaining.tune is.consider.serve.flee.release.your life.hope.answers.

respect.playing?.realization.effort. poetic.despised.Your own.description.examination.

Time.losing.eternity.or God's.

THE CHANGE

THE CHANGE

By: Tyararr J. Jones

From setting sun to passing day I again glance at my reflection,

Pondering at my choices that have been a part of my selection.

Shaping, molding, and stretching, meet me each day with painted grin,

Reminding me of past trials and the places I have been.

From settled dust to breath of life, created to follow His plan,

Looking beyond my accomplishments to see that I am just a man.

Numerous steps along this journey and people God has placed,

Guiding me along through the many obstacles that I have humbly faced.

Resting in my Potter's hands that daily place me on the table,

Pushing me beyond the limits of which I think that I am able.

The pain in this effort though at times is hard to bare,

Comforted by the thought that I am in my Saviour's care.

Changing, though the same, in my pursuit for what is good,

Striving daily to live right and do the things I should.

This shell which I indwell is decaying each day that I exist,

My heart enduring the change, seeking the Lord I daily persist.

Appreciating the restrain of which I daily endure,

Grasping for the change as God continues to make me pure.