I heard you were looking for me
Thought I’d save you the trouble
Said you were looking for a good woman
Well I can give you double…
You won’t find me in the club
Though you may find some…
If you’re really searching
You’ll look for me in Proverbs 31
You won’t find childish ways
Or an immature, teen love
Instead you’ll find something lasting
A 1st Corinthians 13 love
Know what you are looking for
He that finds a wife finds a good thing
If you are looking for your Queen
Make sure you are ready to be my King
I heard you were looking for me
I can’t wait till we finally meet
Said you were looking for a good woman
Well, you are in for God’s treat…
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The REAL Deal About Swagg....
We've all heard it by now...we've all heard others saying or singing about it...we may have even caught ourselves adding it to our own vernacular. The new "it" word in the urban, contemporary world has hit the scenes like a tsunami: SWAGG.
Personally, I do believe that swagg is a viable word with a proper definition. I define swagg as having a certain confidence which exudes oneself in the way he or she carries him or herself, handles business, and conducts daily life. We've all seen it too! Ladies, we know when a young man has bonefied, official swagg! The way he walks, talks, dresses...even the most mundane things he does spell c-o-n-f-i-d-e-n-c-e. Fellas, yall have seen it in women as well. That woman walking by with her head held high, smelling good, looking nice, and handling her business....Miss Independent, if you will.
However, let us stop and think about how the word swagg is being thrown around as an adjective instead of a verb. I have now seen and heard, in the past few weeks, so many young people referring to themselves as having a certain insurmountable amount of swagg predicated by:1.) how much money they make, 2.) how cute/fine they (think they) are, 3.) the car they drive, 4.) the house or apartment they live in, and/or 5.) other temporal THINGS that shall fade away.
But you know...I am starting to wonder about how much thought this widely coined phrase evokes when being constantly over-used. Do the people always keeping this word in the forefront of their everyday diction really even have the swagg they claim to have? For me, I struggle to believe this so-called level of swaggerdom you've achieved if you are always speaking on it, making mention of it, or drawing attention to it. Do you really have swagg if you have to TELL everyone that you have swagg? Does your standard of what swagg truly is even classify you as having swagg? For me, having stacks of benjamins, driving a nice car, and looking nice is not a major proponent of the formula that yields swagg.
I'd like to think someone who has arrived at a level of achievement in life that allows them to live comfortably and confidently while maintaining a quiet humility about themselves is the true characteristic of REAL swagg. Someone who oozes confidence, professionalism, intelligence, and wisdom without saying one word. Someone who makes you feel an extra iota of security all because their presence is near....REAL swagg is not an adjective, it is a verb...it is a state of mind and being. Not something to describe yourself, but a way in which you carry and govern yourself. It is someone who never ever thinks of himself (or herself) more highly than he ought (Romans 12:2-3: 2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. 3For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.)....
Think about it....real Swagg doesnt need accolades, compliments, or statements about how much swagg he or she has..it just is. It is a state of mind and being that exists without being boisterous. Gentleman (and ladies) take note...humble yourselves, stop thinking more highly of yourself than you ought...just let your swagg do its own talking.
Personally, I do believe that swagg is a viable word with a proper definition. I define swagg as having a certain confidence which exudes oneself in the way he or she carries him or herself, handles business, and conducts daily life. We've all seen it too! Ladies, we know when a young man has bonefied, official swagg! The way he walks, talks, dresses...even the most mundane things he does spell c-o-n-f-i-d-e-n-c-e. Fellas, yall have seen it in women as well. That woman walking by with her head held high, smelling good, looking nice, and handling her business....Miss Independent, if you will.
However, let us stop and think about how the word swagg is being thrown around as an adjective instead of a verb. I have now seen and heard, in the past few weeks, so many young people referring to themselves as having a certain insurmountable amount of swagg predicated by:1.) how much money they make, 2.) how cute/fine they (think they) are, 3.) the car they drive, 4.) the house or apartment they live in, and/or 5.) other temporal THINGS that shall fade away.
But you know...I am starting to wonder about how much thought this widely coined phrase evokes when being constantly over-used. Do the people always keeping this word in the forefront of their everyday diction really even have the swagg they claim to have? For me, I struggle to believe this so-called level of swaggerdom you've achieved if you are always speaking on it, making mention of it, or drawing attention to it. Do you really have swagg if you have to TELL everyone that you have swagg? Does your standard of what swagg truly is even classify you as having swagg? For me, having stacks of benjamins, driving a nice car, and looking nice is not a major proponent of the formula that yields swagg.
I'd like to think someone who has arrived at a level of achievement in life that allows them to live comfortably and confidently while maintaining a quiet humility about themselves is the true characteristic of REAL swagg. Someone who oozes confidence, professionalism, intelligence, and wisdom without saying one word. Someone who makes you feel an extra iota of security all because their presence is near....REAL swagg is not an adjective, it is a verb...it is a state of mind and being. Not something to describe yourself, but a way in which you carry and govern yourself. It is someone who never ever thinks of himself (or herself) more highly than he ought (Romans 12:2-3: 2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. 3For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.)....
Think about it....real Swagg doesnt need accolades, compliments, or statements about how much swagg he or she has..it just is. It is a state of mind and being that exists without being boisterous. Gentleman (and ladies) take note...humble yourselves, stop thinking more highly of yourself than you ought...just let your swagg do its own talking.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
My Roots...
My roots once intertwined with another...
Growing ever intricately, delicately wrapped in eachother
Whatever you were looking for, you would not have to search far to find
Because my roots were your roots, and your roots were mine
My roots seemed to be taken from apart of you
My roots willing to follow wherever you lead me to
Words you never even spoke, only I could hear it
My roots and your roots, destined to bear the fruit of the spirit
My roots gave you the feeling that there was no one greater
Growing together, our union was pleasing in the sight of our Creator
My roots merged with your roots making every movement rhyme
You and I together - were a perfect design
But now your roots have started to twist and turn
For yesterday and good times my roots have begun to yearn
The soil we felt was so rich, no longer satisfies
Your roots all the while continue to become harder to gratify
You've forgotten that my roots come from good earth
My once beautiful form has all the sudden lost its worth
You've changed slowly with the progression of time
Your roots have become increasingly difficult to recognize
My roots are still growing towards heaven as i am strengthened
Being renourished and washed anew as I am lengthened
I will no longer depend on you - my happiness Ive learned to supply
Because my roots have been remolded - beautiful in the Master's eyes
My roots were once interwined with another
Growing ever intricately, wrapped in eachother
And though we were once rooted together, it is now time to say goodbye
Because my roots are no longer quenched by yours, the life of us has gone dry...
March 2005 (c) SRH
Growing ever intricately, delicately wrapped in eachother
Whatever you were looking for, you would not have to search far to find
Because my roots were your roots, and your roots were mine
My roots seemed to be taken from apart of you
My roots willing to follow wherever you lead me to
Words you never even spoke, only I could hear it
My roots and your roots, destined to bear the fruit of the spirit
My roots gave you the feeling that there was no one greater
Growing together, our union was pleasing in the sight of our Creator
My roots merged with your roots making every movement rhyme
You and I together - were a perfect design
But now your roots have started to twist and turn
For yesterday and good times my roots have begun to yearn
The soil we felt was so rich, no longer satisfies
Your roots all the while continue to become harder to gratify
You've forgotten that my roots come from good earth
My once beautiful form has all the sudden lost its worth
You've changed slowly with the progression of time
Your roots have become increasingly difficult to recognize
My roots are still growing towards heaven as i am strengthened
Being renourished and washed anew as I am lengthened
I will no longer depend on you - my happiness Ive learned to supply
Because my roots have been remolded - beautiful in the Master's eyes
My roots were once interwined with another
Growing ever intricately, wrapped in eachother
And though we were once rooted together, it is now time to say goodbye
Because my roots are no longer quenched by yours, the life of us has gone dry...
March 2005 (c) SRH
It Wasn't Like This Yesterday...
It wasn’t like this yesterday
Yesterday looming in the sky, dark clouds formed
And all of the sudden, out of nowhere there came a storm
But I reassured myself, and had not an ounce of fear
Because I was certain that he would be near
It wasn’t like this yesterday
Yesterday, it never ceased to pour
It rained until it seemed the earth could be saturated no more
But still my soul and heart were soothingly at bay
Knowing that my feelings for him would never lead me astray
It wasn’t like this yesterday
Yesterday, the sky remained an intense, boundless dark
The sun was no longer present, only a barren, empty mark
Yet, still my spirit was overflowing with warmth and shine
For he made me feel a happiness ever so divine
It wasn’t like this yesterday
No yesterday it was quite dreary and blue
And the heavens maintained a monotonous hue
And I began to question the reasons for such a downcast day
Yet, still optimism is what I continued to convey
Then yesterday passed, and now it is today
The storms have stopped rumbling and the earth has stopped crying
Now all that is left is a beautiful rainbow, breathtakingly surprising
And, while he is still here, something else has occurred
Walking into my life and taking it for a turn
It wasn’t like this yesterday
On yesterday I was definitely nothing other than sure
That the skies in my life would return to tranquility and azure
And that he would ultimately be the one who painted my sky blue
It wasn’t like this yesterday, for yesterday was before I met you
June 2006 (c) SRH
Yesterday looming in the sky, dark clouds formed
And all of the sudden, out of nowhere there came a storm
But I reassured myself, and had not an ounce of fear
Because I was certain that he would be near
It wasn’t like this yesterday
Yesterday, it never ceased to pour
It rained until it seemed the earth could be saturated no more
But still my soul and heart were soothingly at bay
Knowing that my feelings for him would never lead me astray
It wasn’t like this yesterday
Yesterday, the sky remained an intense, boundless dark
The sun was no longer present, only a barren, empty mark
Yet, still my spirit was overflowing with warmth and shine
For he made me feel a happiness ever so divine
It wasn’t like this yesterday
No yesterday it was quite dreary and blue
And the heavens maintained a monotonous hue
And I began to question the reasons for such a downcast day
Yet, still optimism is what I continued to convey
Then yesterday passed, and now it is today
The storms have stopped rumbling and the earth has stopped crying
Now all that is left is a beautiful rainbow, breathtakingly surprising
And, while he is still here, something else has occurred
Walking into my life and taking it for a turn
It wasn’t like this yesterday
On yesterday I was definitely nothing other than sure
That the skies in my life would return to tranquility and azure
And that he would ultimately be the one who painted my sky blue
It wasn’t like this yesterday, for yesterday was before I met you
June 2006 (c) SRH
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