Everything’s Gonna Be All Right!



Everything’s Gonna Be All Right!

I know a lot of people are hurting today. I know this because I too have my ups and downs, my smiles and frowns, my trials, pain, heartache and sickness like everyone around. But because of my hard times, I am grateful, without them the great treasure of true love I would have never found.

But this entry is specifically for my dear friends, one, (you know who you are Sher Sher!) who I spoke with earlier tonight, and just felt like I didn’t have the right words to say. I hope this entry will say what needs to be said. To help lift up those who are going through truly hard times, those who have lost loved ones, who are ill, who cannot pay their bills, those who feel like there may not be a light at the end of the sad tunnel they find themselves in.

This entry is for all of you, you who I love so dearly, who I wish I could somehow reach down inside your lives and rip your fears, pains, shame, guilt, and sadness away. However, as much as I wish I could, I can’t. We all suffer from the cares of this world, but I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, every bit of our pain will seem as nothing when only the beauty of who we became is revealed and many are healed because of it. All I want you to know is…. every little thing will be all right.

Below is a simple poem I wrote years ago, I wanted to share examples of great and beautiful things that only come from adversity. I hope it gives you the hope you need, in your time of need. Because I promise you, even these hard times are paving the way for a life we never could have imagined, a life that is indeed a dream come true, a life we all will find.

But first, an old original song I wrote years ago. It’s called “Everything is going to be all right” sung by yours truly, and no I won’t quit my day job so don’t worry about me trying to go off and start a singing career. I just hope the below song and poem helps heal the wounds we have all recieved “in the house of our friends”. Jacob

Press play… listen and remember as this song ends, so too will your troubles. So have hope, trust that all things work together for our good, stand tall, be brave, and above all else LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! I hope you enjoy the song and poem:) Peace


GROWING PAINS

Where would the flowers be without the manure to help them grow?
Could they ever bloom without their seeds first placed in a deep, dark, horrible hole?

Can a sunrise be as beautiful, if there was never a dark night to rise above?
Can a relationship be as strong without parts of us that are hard to love?

If not for the suffering of the oyster, there would be no pearl left behind.
Laughter would not be as wonderful, if tears never first came to our eyes.

How could we become patient, if we never had to wait?
Could wine be as sweet without the smashing and squeezing of the grape?

Like the flower and its seed, we may feel trapped and believe we will never break free.
Like the sun, we may wonder when will be our time to shine.
We may feel alone because so many seem to hurt us all the time.

We may be sick. We may hurt like the oyster for the pearl.
We may have lost everything that seemed to matter to us in the world.

We may cry, fail, and like the grape we may be put beneath another’s feet.
But there is more to our life’s trials for our eyes to meet.

So hold on, you will rise, you will shine, you will finally be free.
We all have days like these, but these are not the days that will always be.
Your moment is coming. It is not as far away you as you have believed.
Life has been our teacher, preparing us, guiding us, and one day we all will see.
We may feel like a prisoner now, but because of it, soon we will all know what it is like to be free.

When a bad dream gets out of control we wake up because the suffering is to great for us to know. This is why we suffer, why we cry, why we endure, our present suffering are forcing us to understand that there is more.

You are not your body, your pain is not your own. These are like nightmares that aren’t really true but this you don’t yet know. But soon, even these sufferings will force you to wake up on your own. It is then you will see, you are God’s child and you will rule your life from God’s throne!

JACOB

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CRY, CRY – A POEM and SONG

Before you read this poem, if you want take the time and listen to this original song I wrote. The music was by Eddie Coronado, a man who would have done a much better job singing, but I wanted to sing it because this was ten years ago, and I wanted desperately to know God. I didn’t want to know Man’s God, I wanted the TRUTH, I wanted to be set free, and you can hear that in my voice eight years ago. Well the good news is God delivered and each day I learn more and let go of more, and now I am so grateful for where I am, because you can hear in this song, where spiritually I was. Enjoy “NEW MAN” and then enjoy “CRY, CRY” A poem I wrote awhile ago after looking at a group of people who I knew hadn’t been blessed with what I had been blessed with.

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CRY, CRY – a poem

Cry, Cry my precious child.
The labor was long and hard, but mild, compared to what will follow.

Giants surround you, madness in your ear
The warmth of yesterday gone, it is cold, cold in the delivery room of this world out here.
Helpless, hopeless, a new name whispered in your ear.
Chains will soon hold you, others words, thoughts and fears.
Cry, cry my precious child the beginning of your suffering is here.

Crawl, and eat, stomp your feet, no one understands you and no one ever will.
Learn your words, mind your tongue, make the grade, play with guns, call it fun, war and prejudice, and mocking hate, is what the animals are after.

Red and blue, never pink, wear what you are told boy, never think.
Do as I say, not as I do, watch me, learn from me, be as lost as I am too.

Cry, cry my precious child you have forgotten who are.
Dust, dust at your feet, lies, imagination, with a smile you greet.
My name is so and so, that is who I am.
I am rich, I am poor, I am insecure.
I am the past, not the first or the last.
I am my pain, hear me complain, I am all my want for more.

Cry, cry my precious child, be what the world wants you to be,
A rebel, a lawyer, a doctor, but never free.
Can’t you see, if only you have what others have, if only you were he or she, then you’d be happy, the very thing you pretend to be.

They will promise no more pain, no more worry or dread. They will say, each and every day, “If you only be, or do, what others have said then you’ll be alive for the first time, not pretending to be alive while wanting to be dead.”

Cry, cry my pressure child, welcome to world of the fallen.
Bills no thrills, debt, forget, all your hopes and dreams.
Glimpses of beauty and peace surrounded by all the filth you see.
Always looking, hungry still, nothing in this world seems to fill, the void in your heart empty until, you understand that you were never broken.

Cry, cry my precious child for this you were born, only to die.
Flower of field, tender, mild, whose beauty only lasts for a moment.

The weeds of deeds, strangled with greed, the need to feed those who lead all the ignorant passengers down the path to destruction.

They’ll say, “Get in line, mind your time, soon you’ll retire fat and fine and your life will be forgotten.”

Cry, cry my precious child, silence the rumble jumble of your mind, listen to your father’s instruction.
You can change, rearrange, you can build, tear down, go where you want to go.
You’re in control, that’s your role, but few will find this I know.
Few understand you reap what you sow. Few will learn that their pain is there to help them grow, as the flowers are helped by the manure you throw.

This is why… we all cry… when we are born not when we die.
Because we fear, the truth of who we are, the TRUTH we hold so dear, will be forgotten for the lie.
So if you have ears to hear, or eyes to see. Remember the next time you cry that you can be free.

Without the darkness you’d would never leave it for the LIGHT.
The Caterpillar doesn’t become the butterfly without the fight.
The hope is within you, it isn’t coming from far away as some would say, your faith should not be in anything outside.
So this is why you need not cry, because the Hope of Glory is Christ Inside.

You forgot this the moment you died in that delivery room when you first cried.

Jacob