Attitude of Gratitude! Blessed: 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

I Promise by Cece Winans

I could tell by the way you smile
I could feel it in your touch
And I knew this heart of mine
This time would fall in love

All the hopes and promises given
And the pain that life can bring
Will build our will and commitment to face anything

I will love you faithfully, forever unconditionally
And my love I promise
Everything I have is yours
You're everything I prayed and waited for
And my love I promise you

Now we begin our life today
And though we've only just begun
The quest until we're old and gray is the vow to live as one

Through the desert winds that blow
I'll walk you through the winters cold
I'll be there to keep the fire alive
And when each passage we endure
We will stay strong, we can be sure
Our love survives

Baby I Promise to Love you with all My Heart.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Stll I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod 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.

Maya Angelou