It’s funny how time will cut you deep, then turn around and heal you completely from your head to the soles of your feet, if you’re lucky to have enough time on this side of the shining sun then you will see, that it’s almost always better to take a stand than to just take a seat, ain’t time neat, the accumulation of it will leave you wrinkled like silk, kicked back having a few regrets from all the milk you’ve spilt, or lactaid, either way the lack of it will leave you cold right where you lay, at any age, why waste time erasing what you wrote yesterday, when you have a whole new page to write today, would you leave it blank too scared to create, what would you say, if you were getting ready to die and God personally told you that you could stay, could you, would you, cease to take the bait from the opposer and finally live life by faith, with unwavering hope that will not be dismayed, will you agree and not debate, love and not hate, what would you do in this body made of clay, if you were getting ready to fade and hit the kiln then the Potter told you that you could stay… Selah
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Stay” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved
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I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process. I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence. Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah