My Beautiful Woman.

Bright eyes that sparkles trust and beauty. 
The true essence of beauty
Habitation of love
The purest form of love. 

The perversion of  lust encrypting the Love zone
Making sons of men predators
Running after the their respect
To devour for self gravitation. 

Woman are not sex object, men are not predators. We are meant to take them into our arms and help their feeble mind achieve their purpose. 

We are not made to lust and seek ways to play into their emotion, and have a portion of their dignity and take the next turn. 

The body of a woman is dignity in it purest form. It requires respect and honour. Its not a tool to be exploited. 

O ye men of valour, rise and let's protect the vanishing glory of our women. The lost of respect and glamour. 

Let our Wide arms be to them a hope they can cry on. Let's protect them till they run to hands of a groom.

  Chryss

Hanging On The Wall....

Creativity in despair
As the children of men plough his wiz
Creativity in despair 
As the sons of God despises his wiz

All running to the chords of normal life
All want to live a life of survival
All running after vague nature
All want to live like the ant. 

Imagine this:
You go to school, get a job after graduation, get married, kids , they got to school, you vet old and death. 
To me, this is a misery.....

We have to look beyond this facts and see a lifestyle that will fetch us a crown in the after life. 

Let's live more purposeful...

Chryss

Spots In The Pain.......

Just as the world left its habitation
To feast on the scrumbs of perversion
The beings of the heavenlies shook at the choice
The gruesome cry of my voice. 

The sons of men need to arise
To erase the spot we left on his face
The tears and pains in his eyes
To make  his dream specie arise

He made us in his image
To think and act like him
But we went off to wander with self
And left fallow the hollow of sonship billows. 

The man of God has to come forth
And feed on the milk of the world
Let's make the world fun
With the light of his word. 

Humanity has come to the end of self
They wait for us to arise
The true habitation of creativity
To bring the world's war to halt. 

The spot on his face is our fall
The pain on is face is our failure to accept what he gave us. 
The resulting vector will be utter darkness
If we do not arise and preach his grace in lower!

Just sayin'

Chryss Golgotha

The Guy I Am....

Sometimes I want to be free
Free as a bird, enjoying the free space in space
Sometimes I want to be busy
Busy as the ant, storing up food for the cold winter

Sometimes I want to be soft
Soft as the shadows, giving vague hope to reality
Sometimes I want to be influential
Influential as the Word, giving hope to mankind. 

All of me want goodness
All of me want to be light to humanity
All of me longs for the world to be at peace
All of me longs for freedom to lite the atmosphere

Along the path I trode,
Amidst the trials troden
Along the burden I bare
Amidst the heart of the burdened

I see a world of hope
A chapter of tranquility in the realm of mankind
When we will live as one
And do things the Zion way. 

I wanna live for Zion
I want my will and passion sync with Zion
I wanna die for Zion
I want my poems and inspiration flow from streams in Zion

This is what you have made me
Willess and weak to my self
Basically, you took my life away
And am proud to sell my soul to you. 

Forever and always
 ( Christ's humility restored your sonship secrets at Golgotha)

Chryss Golgotha 

Sandra Did You Know

Sandra did you know that your drawing hands
Will draw your beautiful destiny
Sandra did you know, that beautiful hands
Will someday draw your beautiful face
Did you know, that your thrilling hands
Will thrill the world 
The hands that you cherish so much
Will soon make you cherish

Sandra did you know, that your drawing hands
Will soon draw you a billion dollars
Sandra did you know, that your beautiful hands
Will soon make you stand with kings
Did you know that your thrilling hands
Will thrill the mind of men
When you kissed those  cute hands of yours
You kissed a great relics

I see the blind seeing
I hear the deaf ears hearing
When they see the art you made
I see the dump speaking
The lame walking
The power in your art

Just keep up the reliquary
And never be a subsidiary
Always keep your journey in a diary
Because I will never let you go weary. 

Chryss. 

Into My Heart

Into my heart.....   

The Monday morning flew in through Sunday night

Paving a way for me to meet the dark Knight

All the time I thought I lost my sight 

The world of  God was there to give me light. 

I find it hard to make it my delight

So I always try to do things like the elite

 Trying ways to get to limelight

Not laying hold of the Word so tight

The ways of the intellectual may feel so Right

But it will not get you off a dark night. 

Let us allow him into our heart

He will guide your path

Let us give him our heart

He will give hints to our path

Its a new age for contrite heart

Let him be the light to our path. 

Zion arise!

Its a clarion call

Chryss.

Into my heart..... 

The Monday morning flew in through Sunday night
Paving a way for me to meet the dark Knight
All the time I thought I lost my sight
The world of  God was there to give me light.
I find it hard to make it my delight
So I always try to do things like the elite
 Trying ways to get to limelight
Not laying hold of the Word so tight
The ways of the intellectual may feel so Right
But it will not get you off a dark night.

Let us allow him into our heart
He will guide your path
Let us give him our heart
He will give hints to our path
He loves the contrite heart
Let him be the light to our path.

Zion arise!
Its a clarion call

Chryss.