Clutter keeps the mind confused,
As images dance through the night.
Lost among those unimportant thoughts,
Are the dreams that once shined bright.

An endless parade of fear and doubt,
Crowds the mind to destroy our day,
Ever soaring on the wings of the soul,
Until it has formed an evil array.

But clutter is by one’s choice,
Of those who listen to its beat.
Better to face imaginations’ due
Than to fall into utter defeat.

Be Quiet! Is our spirit’s angry cry,
As we call upon the name of the Lord.
Silence is our heart’s desired prayer,
Until our minds are again restored.

Written By
John Marinelli

Ask Me Now

Hello my child,
How are you today?
I waited for your call
And have much to say.

A word in due season,
To cause your faith to soar.
A morsel of truth,
To quiet the lion’s roar.

So hear, my beloved,
Before you go on life’s way,
For there’s a special blessing
In what I have to say.

It’s not by might nor by power,
That you should gain success.
But it’s by my Holy Spirit
That you attain life’s very best.

Ask me now, my child,
For all that you need,
For I bless everyone
That is willing to believe.

Written By
John Marinelli