12 Steps Up

TWELVE STEPS

I longed to become
What I knew I could be
Through the long lost years
I searched for the key
That would open the door
To set me free
As a spirit held captive my soul and
I could not see

CHORUS
I had gone the last mile
To the valley below
In the darkness I groped
There was no place to go
Then a voice said to me
There were steps I could find
So I took my first step
Caught my first glimpse of light
And left darkness behind

VERSE 2
There were hands reaching out
And voices to say
“We can lead you up
We came the same way”
There were 12 steps to take
Steps I knew I could make
For a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path
Caused each chain to break

CHORUS

“Be inspired, be blessed”
The Master’s Pen

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My Life Changing Journey with Live Now!

On February 4, 1994, my daughter, two grandchildren and myself started the morning out by going to the different agencies to help with our utilities. Since February 1993, I had been unemployed due to a layoff at my previous job. For a year, I searched and searched for a job (anything), but nothing was available. My daughter, grandchildren, my son and myself managed to keep a roof over our heads with the $440 I collected from unemployment.
The first week of December 1993, my unemployment was finished and I began to get worried. There was still no jobs available and Christmas was on the way. About a week before Christmas, I thought I was coming down with the flu, by the day before Christmas Eve it was pneumonia. I had been spitting up blood for three days and was at the point where I could not even get off the bed. My daughter finally called members of my family and they took me immediately to the hospital. Once at the hospital, they took x-rays and determined it was pneumonia,, wrote me a prescription for medication and sent me home “Merry Christmas”. It was only by the Grace of God, a few family members and friends that we got through the month of December. In January, my landlord was very understanding and let me hold off on my rent. I still continued to look for a job and also for some type of assistance, but there were no funds available anywhere. Around the second week of January 1994, I decided to go to the Community Health Clinic since I still wasn’t feeling well. Once there, the doctor informed me that I was to go immediately to the hospital because I still had pneumonia and my right lung was full of liquid, which could result in a very serious situation. After going through surgery and spending two weeks in the hospital, I finally got to go home. I was now two months behind on my rent, my light bill was due and I had no money coming in, no job and no prospects for getting either in the near future. I began wondering if my family and myself would soon be homeless and on the street.
It was on Thursday morning, February 3, 1994, when my daughter, grandchildren and myself left to go about looking help once again. We went to several places, but there was nothing, then I remembered a little organization I had gone to several years ago for some assistance. I remembered I not only received some help, but my daughter received Jesus her heart through the help of a very special lady. The organization that I am speaking of is Live Now Ministries and the special lady is none other than Mrs. Cicely Ratcliff.
Much to my surprise, after speaking with Mrs. Ratcliff, she informed me she was looking for a bookkeeper with computer knowledge and you will never guess what my job skills involved. I honestly believe that my Lord, Jesus Christ, sent me to Live Now. Within two days, I had the job and since then my life had been changing for the better. I got my rent caught up, (the place where we were living at was really bad) and because of Live Now, we were able to move into a real nice home. I love my work at Live Now and since being there and working with the people, I not only have a better perspective of myself, I know now what my priorities are. A very important one to me is being associated with Live Now and helping other people less fortunate than myself.
Unfortunately, due to lack of funds, Live Now is having to close its doors. This will be a very sad day not only for me, but for the youth, who just recently started their new program, “The Youth Light Center” and also our community as well. I feel that something could be done to stop this injustice. I have seen so many hurting people helped through this organization, there’s at least 75 to 100 people walking through Live Now doors on a daily basis—I know, I take care of the books. We are and have not been funded by anyone, even our city refuses to fund us and this is what makes me very angry. (It has been said that Live Now is not structured, I challenge anyone to come and look at our records and then make that statement). Even without funding, since I’ve been there and even before that, (I’m referring to past records),I know we have changed hundreds if not thousands of lives. I know through God’s grace, the closing of our doors will only be temporary, but I also know, it should never have to happen.
Live Now has brought not only honor to our city but love and compassion as well. Live Now welcomes everyone with open arms and a warm heart, it is just a shame that Live Now does not receive the same.
Sincerely,
Linda Rountree
P.S. When Live Now closes its doors, I honestly can say, that I don’t know what will happen to my family and myself. My daughter, now three small grandchildren, my son and myself just moved into a nice home and I feel without my job, we will have to give that up and then I don’t know what will happen. Live Now does not only provide my family and myself with monetary help, but with spiritual help as well.

The Greatest Gift

THE GREATEST GIFT

Here for a season, sent from above,
Created to share, my Father’s love,
Complete to do, His perfect will,
With a heart He filled, while I was still,
With the greatest gift, the greatest gift of all.

I may not see, but I can feel,
With a heart which beats and a love which is real,
I may not speak but my eyes can say,
That I love, no one can take that away,
It is the greatest gift, the greatest gift of all.

I need not hear, to be able to care,
I may not walk, or even talk,
I may not see, but I am free,
Because He blessed me with the gift of His love,
It is the greatest gift of all.

To you who can see and walk and talk,
To you who can hear, there is one thing we can share,
A heart made to love, God’s gift from above,
We can touch, we can feel, we can care, we can share,
With the greatest gift, the greatest gift His love.

“Be inspired, be blessed”
The Master’s Pen

www.livenow.org

@ The National Library of Congress

Tribute To Veterans

Who are these we see among us,
Like strangers in a foreign land,
Confused, angry, hurting, striving,
For what? We do not understand.

Some seem hungry, others homeless,
Bodies scarred and wracked with pain,
Haunted, frightened, lonely faces,
Etched with sorrow and hurt remain.

Could these be the ones, who saved us?
Fought our battles far away,
Could these be the ones, who gave us?
The freedom that we share today.

Some are young, and some are older,
Many seem so weak in frame,
Yet they stand so high above us,
We cannot help but feel some shame,

Shame for sharing not their burdens,
For not standing by their side,
Helping them to fight their battles,
With our gratitude and pride.

As we look to our Creator,
Let us heed His words and pray,
Give us hearts to share their sorrow,
And the will to act today.

Let us stand today in honor,
Of those who gave their best,
With a pledge and with a purpose,
To fight their cause and let them rest.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

Forever They Stand

The heavy thud of footsteps writes a story on the ground,
As the sound of the drummer’s beat echoes all around,
With a melancholy aria which pierces our souls,
As we look and wonder, “for whom the bell tolls”

Soldiers in unison once more board a plane,
For one more comrade they return time and again,
With disciplined precision, they perform their task,
While in their faces one can see, the grief they try to mask,
The heartache they are feeling, as each casket they bear,
For on each heart, we clearly see a soldier’s prayer and tear,
For the brother, or the sister, whose precious life was lost,
Who never paused to ponder or even count the cost,
Of giving their lives for freedom and to defend this land,
But for God and country, bravely took a stand.

From those of us who viewed with pain,
Through grief and tear brimmed eyes,
Love, gratitude, and pride remain,
For those who fought and won the prize.
Not one that was given here below,
Through the accolades of men,
But by the Greatest Commander in Chief,
LORD OF THE ARMIES OF EARTH AND HEAVEN.

“Be inspired, be blessed”
The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

Is There Someone Somewhere?

Is There Someone Somewhere?

Is there someone somewhere?
Someone with whom I can share?
The many burdens I bear,
Lord please hear my prayer,
I long for someone.

Just a letter or two,
A visit from you,
Will brighten this cell,
Ease the pain of this hell,
There must be someone somewhere.

If this song is for you,
Please make my wish come true,
For I long for a friend,
On whom I can depend,
Would you please be that someone.

Just a letter or two,
A visit from you,
Will brighten this cell,
Ease the pain of this hell,
There must be someone out there.

Is There Someone Somewhere, prisoner

Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

Remember Me!

I remember one night as I lay in my bed,
Hearing frightened angry voices,
I could not tell what they said,
So I crept to the door and peeked through a crack,
And then what I saw caused me to run back.

I closed my eyes and covered my ears,
“God please let this be one of my nightmares,
Let me awake from this horrible dream,”
But I knew it was real and I wanted to scream!

“Please do not take my Daddy away,
Take those chains off his hands and let him stay,
I love him! I need him! I do not want to cry,
I do not want to tell my Daddy goodbye.”

There were lights that were flashing and cars drove away,
And all night long through my tears I would pray,
“God please help my Daddy and my Mommy too,
I am just a child there is nothing I can do.”

I miss you Daddy and I want you to know,
There is a love in my heart that continues to grow,
For even though you are not here and I do not understand,
I remember the times when you held my hand.

I love you Daddy and you always will be,
The greatest Dad in the world to me.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

Shattered Lives

If only I had listened, had turned and walked away,
From that hellish deadly fatal drink
I would not have to pay, for the suffering and the agony,
My evil lust has wrought,
Ruined lives of innocent people,
This sickening moment brought.

Oh Lord my God this pain, keeps tearing at my heart,
My life all of a sudden, is fast falling apart,
The visions and the dreams, they just would not go away,
The memories wretched memories, it seems they are here to stay.

The screams, the blood, the bodies,
Sounds of sirens pierce my ears,
Bringing with them panic, then the worst of all my fears,
They are covering the bodies, Oh no! Oh God! They are dead.
Thoughts of anguish, pain and disbelief,
Keep running through my head.

Could I have caused this agony, what will their loved ones say,
Oh Lord my God! Please help me, I want to run away,
From the life which is before me,
The years of no escape,
From the guilt I feel, because I knew,
Driving drunk is a grave mistake.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

Why Mommy, Why Daddy?

Why Mommy, why Daddy?
Tell me why did this have to be?
Why Mommy, why Daddy?
Why could we not be a family?

Could you not be there when I went to bed?
Could you not give me a kiss on the head?
Could you not show me you loved me?
Why Mommy why Daddy?
Why could we not be a happy family?

Tell me why Mommy, why Daddy?
Why did things have to go wrong?
Tell me why Mommy, why Daddy?
Tell me where I now belong?

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

I Am A Man

I wonder how many men like me,
Have lost their hope and dignity,
Because of children they live in a haze,
Of lonely nights and hopeless days.

I am a man, I am big and strong,
I know just how to get along,
I make a living, not just for me,
But for my wife and family.

I try to do my very best,
But in my soul there is no rest,
For the words I hear, bring hurt and pain,
I hear them over and over again.

I have a house that is not a home,
Daily I pray and my thoughts would roam,
For someone who would take my hand,
And tell me that they understand.

Oh for a gentle word a loving touch,
Dear God I long for this so much.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress