PUBLIC RELATIONS AND THE PRAYER

It was not my choice I just had to do because I wanted to study; I didn’t even knew what the course is about. At the begging of the year thing become hectic, I felt like I was alone in the darkness of nowhere, I was crying every time with no hope of success, but then again I was happy with my little family. There were times were I felt like it’s not worth trying because I am not getting it right…I had a little secret for this nightmare”prayer”.I spent lot of my time with my SUPERNATURAL BEING where I was opening my emotion, struggles and tell him that I want to make it and be proud of myself. Today Love Public Relations and I can do thing I’ve never thought I will do. I am a Public Practitioner even though am still climbing the hill of success.

 

That what I always tell my kids that Lord is the one that brings light in our life and he can help us overcome every obstacles we face in life if only we invite him in our lives every now an then.. Every day we have to pray for his protection, love and care.

THE LITTLE PRAYER ROCK

I AM YOUR LITTLE PRAYER ROCK
AND THIS IS WHAT I'LL DO -
JUST PUT ME ON YOUR PILLOW
UNTIL THE DAY IS THROUGH
THEN TURN DOWN THE COVERS
AND CLIMB INTO YOUR BED
AND WHACK, YOUR LITTLE PRAYER ROCK
WILL HIT YOU ON YOUR HEAD,
SO THAT YOU WILL REMEMBER
AS THE DAY IS THROUGH
TO KNEEL AND SAY YOUR PRAYERS'
JUST AS YOU INTENDED TO.
WHEN YOU ARE ALL FINISHED
JUST DROP ME ON THE FLOOR.
I'LL STAY THERE ALL NIGHT LONG
TO GIVE YOU HELP ONCE MORE...
AT WAKING IN THE MORNING
CLUNK, I'LL STUB YOUR TOE
SO YOU WILL REMEMBER
YOUR MORNING PRAYERS BEFORE YOU GO.
NOW PUT ME ATOP YOUR PILLOW
WHEN YOUR BED IS MADE
AND YOUR CLEVER LITTLE PRAYER ROCK
WILL CONTINUE IN YOUR AID.
BECAUSE YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER
CARES AND LOVES YOU SO,
HE WANTS YOU TO REMEMBER
TO TALK TO HIM, YOU KNOW.

I will make it

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.                            

PRACIOUS DAY

For every occurrence
There is relevance
But hidden with evidence
If one has perseverance
To know it with infinite endurance
And displaying prudence
Taking more of guidance
Maintaining strict balance
Devoid from wild violence
Having complete confidence
In the valuable rhymes of Terence
Which makes one smile with patience
The glowing candles witness radiance
Offering way for a precious day to grace!