Even the brightest minds

Even the brightest minds know that there is a mind brighter still.
A thought so great, never to push beyond ones will.

Even the workers hands know there's a palm greater than his own.
A wonder to think, a heavenly throne.

Even the worlds best architect knows he cannot design the simplest natural feature.
There must be One most skilled, the great architect teacher.

Even the symphony's conductor knows he cannot to every note replicate.
There surely must be one like no other, one to divinely orchestrate.

Even the qualified shepherd, who's flock show his tendencies.
Knows there's a Good shepherd who for generations has protected from enemies.


Even a mother who gives a newborn life.
Knows that there is a Greater Life Giver who endured pain beyond belief to see me completely redeemed.



And so I yield to the Greater One , my Jesus for whom there is none

Other praises to give ,

More than; in Him, this life I will live.

The Wind and the bird.

I looked up noticing a bird on a wing
White with streaks of gray; delicate,  small .
It pranced up into the wind, oblivious to the flight.
Never once considering a fall.
Gliding it tapped into the glorious swish ,
One I could hear from my window pane.
A wind so forcing it could make me step forward
To close the panels and away refrain.

But not this bird.
The swoosh and gusting made it glide and ride;
Delighting in invisible blow.
Soaring, leaping, twisting in delight
Dance in the streaking sunlight glow.

And then The still small voice whispered to me in the quiet of my glare.
'You see that little bird - doesn't seem to be doing much there,
But you can learn from this nothingness how to glide through your way.
How to wake up each morning,
How to see each new day.

Fearless.
Trusting.
In complete serenity.
The Wind may seem scary to some.
But the bird says "Not to me !"


It doesn't worry about its height above the ground.
Whether it will be blown away never to be found.
It doesn't worry whether the wind is capable still,
To hold the feathers up strong, present beyond its will.
It doesn't fret about when the wind might stop blowing.
It trusts the after-math of breeze to carry it along.
It enjoys the rushing, gushing, passing streaks,
For the experience will give it a new song.'

"Yesterday the wind blew
It had proven itself in past so I knew,
I surely could trust it's gust anew
To let me ride through and through."

So now in this picture, I write and see
The Great Wind is God ,
and the little bird is me.

By Lakechia Jeanne
DoseofPoetry©

I've been feeling a little overwhelmed with just how the world is going recently ,
It been a huge burden on my heart to know that the Righteous Judgement of God is pending. Not silent, and most certainly not dead.

I've had some time of reflection , on what this means for me in my own life. And my biggest burden is the knowledge that I have friends and family members that are at present not walking in The Way. Not seeing the evilness of the world and the truth of God.
Not responding to the warnings.
It breaks my heart, there is an un-ease about it . And one that I am continuinally asking God to straghten out. I have to be honest . I fear the coming Judgment, I fear what it means and entails.
I fear for my soul. And it makes me want to draw closer to God all the more.
I want to please Him, So desperately and I'm frustrated with myself for not being all that I know I should be. God is helping me though .
I woke up earlier today revisitng the verse that says in Lamentations 3'22 His mercies are new every morning, and great is His faithfulness.
So if there is anyone who has felt, is feeling or yet to feel how I have been feeling these past few days, Just know 'For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.' (2TIM1'7) It is His will that we 'look up' (Luke 21'28) and find refuge in the One I believe will never let us go. Even when He feels far, He is right here. We just need to trust in Him.



There is a sense of impending doom
As if the world is coming to an end
There is a thickness in the air
As if a warning from a friend.

Harken to the warning
Listen to the call.
Sin separates us from God.
Please do not fall.

I know I am not perfect
I'm just trying the best I can.
Gods will is for us to be Holy.
We must strive for perfection.

So Surrender your lives ,
Give to God everything.
Send the message far and near.
Await to the Angels sing.

Put away the corrupt world
Restore your minds unto Him.
And He will give you peace.
Even as you trust in Him to win.

By Lakechia Jeanne 

Dose of Poetry©

Scandinavian Heart

It's been just over a week, since I got back from a trip to the continent. Even though I live in Europe, it was a huge change to be in Scandanavia, the culture, the people, scenery was all hugely different. It was an interesting experience. On the coach back to the airport, I saw a yellow house in the middle of a field of corn. It was an extrordinarily vivid picture of what Scandanavia looks like in one scene, and even though I didn't get a picture, the image is engrained in my mind. I took out a pen, my notepad and began to write : Scandanavian Heart.


Upon the golden sheaves and the golden fields  - a little red flag rests upon the hills. 

Upon a yellow house it stands,

Isolated from the surrounding lands. 

Among the golden faces shon, the golden smiles locks along. 

Bungalows still by the edge of the road reside. 

Wandering hares glaze boldly aside. 

The sweating hawk of the bicycle break, the wavering livey grass, sways with the wind that takes. 

Fir trees, the pinewood smell; reminding me of Christmas, and might as well.

Wind turbines rotate and with the birds rejoice. Singing and dancing butterflies around, the larks raise their voice. The Nordic skies and rolling hills, the nature is tamely wild. One does as one wills. 

The grinning faces, helping to places. One knows not where to start. Though now I'm leaving not sure to grieving, Alas Scandinavian heart.  

This Summer has been wonderfully filled with various things to, which is great because I love being active, but it's also presented the challenges of not having quality time with God, I have been able to pray and read His word , but not to a 'satisfying point'. I guess God word is like the replenishment that rids hunger. Well in that case - I've been in a spiritual diet ! Which isn't good. 

I wrote the following words when about a week ago - I felt so 'wanting' for the word of God - I needed it desperately to give me life ; as it always does. 

Hebrews 4'12

For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.

To the Filling of My Heart

To the filling of my heart  I will pray.

To the quenching of my thirst I will stay,

Closing into the living waters that replenish my soul

In the morning and all of the day.

Unnecessary pleasures I will flee.

Before You I come with all in me longing to be humble.

Though my mind is in need of desperate control.

Distractions may come, but I'll show them the door,

Sin will entice, But I want it no more.

The 'Mary' in me wants to sit at your feet,

The 'Martha' I see wastes the time to fleet.

May self-control be my song.

The feet of the cross is where I belong. 

Before the time is finally gone.

Lakechia Jeanne - 2016 Copyright

As I am writing this , I am 19 years old.
The next time I probably write again ; I'll be 20.
Wow.
What a difference a year can make to - well, everything.
I've been journeying and mounting up the physical , emotional and
Spiritual courage to enter into the next decade of life in a way that
I can feel a sense of readiness and most of all an amount of earnest hope
to see what God has in store for me in my twenties.
It's funny though because I feel as though I have been a child for all of my life ,
And that's finally going to change.
There are new responsibilities that come with age ,
Ones I am asking God to help me recognise and meet , in all diligence and humility ,
May our characters be fined in His very likeness.
And as we grow with age , may our Spirits do the same.



"Here are my hands, here  are my feet ,
Take them and use them for what You need.
Not of myself but all of You,
What ever You ask LORD I will do"


Lakechia Jeanne ,
DoPoetry

Warm Hearts

Do you ever notice how much happier people get when the Seasons begin to change and the earth warms up a little. There seems to be 2 times per year where people actually smile while they're walking down the street : Christmas , the beginnings of Summer. And while I myself don't particularly relish the beauty of a thunderous rain ( while I'm walking in it :) I find the things that bring me joy each morning is not that the sun is shining and the bird are singing and theres a rainbow in the sky , but moreso the knowledge that I am loved, first of all by Jesus, my Saviour- but also my beautiful Mummy, who is Gods greatest gift to me, and my lovely family. Although they're far away, They always make my day , everyday. So in essence may love make you smile , not the weather.

Why must the Summer bring a smile
Why can't a snowflake do the same ?

Why must the warmth change the hearts,
And cause no one to scrutinize or blame.

When the evening dusk draw near,
orange skies bring you to my side,

Crisp mornings remind me of your face
The rain never causes me to hide.

When I think of you, everyday is a Summer new
Though the early mist stings my eyes.

You keep me warm all year long ,
Despite the somber gray skies.

But your not with me now,
I cannot hold your hand ,
I can't lean on you as you tell me to stand.

But you carry the weather,
So in this sunset I'll see.
the work of the Creator bringing you next to me.


Lakechia Jeanne, Dose of Poetry©

2 Years

Today marks the 2nd Year since God directed me to start this blog,
It's been an amazing journey to be a part of with you ,
Just being able to see the variety of readers from places like Poland , Portugal , Russia and America -It's overwhelming.
I am hoping and praying that this blog is continuing in the mission it was set to do - feeding the spirit in a different way.
PSALMS 16'24 : Pleasant words are a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

My prayer is that the sweetness of God permeates within you, and wells up within you resulting in a work of God and the fruits of His Spirit. LUKE 6'44

My absolute love to you all. 

I am more than grateful, 

To God be the Glory.

I cried out to the LORD  for help.
And He saved me once again.
I looked to the sky through teary blurred eyes
And standing before me, He showed His comfort and grace.
Wiped the tears from my face and said:
'There there, do not worry, I am hear'
He climbed into my boat
When I came to the end of myself.
When sin was drowning me -
He set me free. 

Mark 6'45-56                                                                                                                      

DoPoetry©

I know I am free.

I know I am free,

I can sense it deep within me.

And I'll choose it every day 

Every time I listen, trust and obey .

I know I am free,

He blew His gentle wind, 

And even though I had sinned. 

He came and refreshed my soul, 

Washed my face, took control.

I know I am free,

Though I may have said similar before, 

Nothing is like this, different and new.

This time I will rise again and never back-again fall,

This time I will stand my ground, 

With my feet on the Cornerstone is where I'll be found. 

This time. I know it in my heart, 

But its just the start -

So LORD establish me. 

Perfect this work You have begun.

For indeed, 

I know I am free.

Philippians 1'6

John 8'36


DoPoetry©

Creator Magnificent

This poem was a prayer I wrote in my journal this morning. I feel as though , being a child of God I sometimes become to familiar with  His very attention - in the sense that :Even though He is my Father,Brother and  Friend. He is also the God of ages.  Bigger than the universe. The very Author of life.
I am reminded today not to forget that...
And so : entitled today is Creator Magnificent.


Creator Magnificent.
Maker of the ends of the earth,
Magnitudonal.
From more all that is of worth.
Aspiring Light above, giving life to the ground below;
Showering rains of love, covering the mountains with snow.
The capacity of Your name is so great, my mind struggles to comprehend.
The tenderness mod Your heart is so innate, my One and only friend.
Come close now to me. I long for Your purity. Control me when I cannot restrain myself.
Speak through me when I need to speak, make me aspire to perfect true wealth.

All of You and none of me. May I grow weaker as you grow strong.
Place my heart in the right way, graciously anoint my song.
When I realise daily , that I do not deserve You;
Help me to accept the mercies You freely give.
Hold is with both hands , clasp , drink not into my being -
Let it change the way I live.
I want to bear fruits, so You may pluck and see.
I want to be a pillar in Your heart, for my LORD to be pleased with me.
So water this plant, the leaves are drying in the harshness of this desert world.
Prune the dead , exalt the living -
Receive this humble prayer I'm giving.
From me to You, as it will forever be,
Undivided and true and on bended knee.
I submit Your Holy will , on the Final Day we'll see.
Through my life , transformation eternal all of You and none of me.



Dopoetry - copyright. 

The Sky is Blue

I wrote this poem, after just looking outside my window.
It's spring now in England, and eve though we do get showers every now and again, the sky is clearing up, the temperature is increasing slowly. Mornings aren't as dark or cold as they used to be , and I'm grateful . I looked out my window, I was about to carry on tidying up , but I paused for a moment and just appreciated God beauty, 3 birds flu across the frame and I thought, : 'What Beauty !' I just had to write.




The sky is blue, full light anew.
Flooding the gates of my soul.
As I kneel to pray, Your Spirit in everyway
Yields me, You take control;
Three birds fly across my window scape ,
I know Your trinity. Now I will escape.
Into Your Arms forever, strength and might.
Into Your heats endeavour, never again to fright.
No safer place.
No realities of space.
The facard of this world glides over me,
And indeed now I truly see-
What You have instore for me.
A life of true riches. Bright and full of love;
You alone, then that of others
Your Son You sent from above.
Help me to live this way, always looking to You
Help me to trust and obey in everything I do.
Guide my steps, renew my sight, with each and everyday,
Not by my strength do I receive my might,
Deal Lord show me the way.



By Lakechia Jeanne DoPoetry©

Take the covers off the light,

May I see as it ought to be.

Remove the dim from the night ,

As I move closer to Thee.

Perfect my eyes' blurry sight,

As unclear as things may seem,

This world compared to the Next,

Will be nothing short of a dream.

- Lakechia Jeanne

Dose of Poetry©

The Adventure you Don't Know.

I found myself over the past few days thinking about my future quite a lot, my path and direction, where I may and may not be heading. Abit of a self check. I havent done it in a while , but whenever these seasons of recollection come to me, they tend to consume my days and every thought.

I was reminded of the verse in Matthew 6: 26 'Behold the birds of the heaven, that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not ye of much more value then they?'

We must be able to trust God with our futures, our hope and dreams for our life ahead. Knowing and trusting in faith that God's will for our lives will be greater than we could ever imagine, fulfilling His promises in every way.

The adventure you don't know
Is already written out for you
The future you've never seen
Has been screened the Creator
The problems that lie ahead,
Had been solved from the worlds foundations.
The excitement you are anticipating
Has been charged by the God of all power.
Your desires and hopes and dreams
- If all within the will of God;
Have been a reality from before the beginning of time.
The expectations of renewal and growth
Has been watered by the Gardener divine.
Do not worry about the future
Do not stress about the things you cannot see;
Do not ignore the present day-
Just give to God holistically.
Do not be concerned about what lies ahead,
In time you will truly see
That all the frets and worries you had,
Were nothing but an empty plea.
Look to that which matters.
The joy set before me
- incomparable to the fleeting cares of this world,
A hope, my eternity.

21st Darkness

I remember writing this a little while ago, the 4th of January when I was travelling back to University after the Christmas season. It was dark and there were so many lights outside as we entered and left cities, but then, of course, were the country roads. Toupe- coloured - absolutely nothing, and I found myself wondering if I preferred one to the other. Being brought up in the country and city has made me quite impartial to both place types. They are so different, so distinct. It makes me so grateful to God that He has given us such an amazing world that fits each one according to their personalities and preferences, silence or noise , grass or graphite, trees or skyscrapers. Do you think these options are absolute ? Is there a golden middle ?

Inspired by a night-journey  :-

The rolling wheels they turn, like time through the hard surfaces they climb.

 Unlimited by the surrounding forces that push against. 

It is where the rubber meets the road, though especially different for reason untold.
The sense of it all.

The road-lights bring an artificial sense of clarity,exposure, vulnerability. 

Is it an illusion ? Is it true what you see ?

Am I scared of the howls that sound the night ? Do the engines give me a fright ?

Why should I be a afraid when You are with me , 

Why should my confidence shatter in the things I cannot see ?

Where is the true faith that I profess, I long for it in this bleakness.

The storms did not stop You , you took a faster route. 

Trekking on the waves, swimming-on-foot.

Enter in to the realm where gravity cannot reach ,

I want to hear Your voice, I want to hear You speak .

I prefer the darkness of nature to the lights of the city-night watches,
The moonlit branches and thicket leaves the calming thrushes and gentle breeze.
The orange and red are nothing short of dead to the life of the country deep.
The traffic continues on. The cars they beep.
But only in the stillness is God found as He ought to be.
The darkness shows His light better still. Offers His hope, illuminates His will.
Not a child of the night, longing for the light, but God in the shadows I will not fear.
For He is with me here.
So true it is to be
- in the darkness quietly.