Make it Plain

Deceptive are your words; your tears; and self righteous claims.

Corrupting the world as you go what a damn shame!

You hide behind the truth and speak words that flatter.

All to get you what you want because nothing else matters.

You are found among those who love to hate and yak.

About those who have something which you yourself you lack.

Survival of the fittest is your mantra and aim.

Discarding morality, truth, and justice for riches and fame.

Your fallen heart puffs itself up.

If conversations aren’t centered on you then you must interrupt.

If someone has a story you have one bigger.

You must be heard and regarded as “the” monumental figure. 

You seek the worship of others and their applause.

If they don’t agree with you then they are outlawed.

Your toxic actions know no end.

You never stop to think of the God you offend.

You are naked and sexually inflamed.

You pollute the world with your sickness and aren’t ashamed!

When is it enough?  When will you stop to ponder?

What will become of your soul beyond the grave and yonder.

What will be the outcome of the chaos you caused?

This ought to make you think and bring you to a pause.

Consequences are certain like taxes and death.

Consider what you’ve done before your last breath.

Of this be certain on this you can depend.

If you continue on this path…in hell eternally you will spend.

You can’t say you weren’t warned or you didn’t know.

Remember what you do in this life will result in many woes.

Yet, if you repent and turn from your wicked inclinations,

God will deliver you into His holy transformation.

If you fail to chose this path

You will soon see the dreadfulness of God’s hand in wrath!

Making it plains so the whole world will hear…

That Gods’ truth will not falter He is already here!

Loritza Melendez © March 2011

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God Bless America

My grade school studies spoke of a place.

Where freedom rang for all to taste.

“A Nation under God” the people proclaimed.

Today we outlawed God then wonder why nothing the same.

The truth about God governing our affairs has been silenced and ignored.

The consequences are immorality and rumors of war.

“In God we trust” is not our fate. 

Now fear is the rule and welfare our state.

Families are broken and our children bare the stripes.

While greed, lust, and idolatry are all the hype.

Removing God from this country we now prostitute,

 Liberty, Justice, and Freedom promised to both me and you.

With truth reinvented and the gospel for sale.

We have strapped the hope of a generation to the cords of hell.

This is the nation that removed Sovereignty from their plans;

Picture this if you can…

There will no schools to teach, no churches to preach.

The whole world will mock the nation’s defeat.

There will be no where to hid nowhere to run.

You will have to depend on the security of a gun.

There will be funerals in every street.

The heart of the nation will skip a beat.

The tears will flow from dawn to dawn.

No prayers are heard for God’s name is gone.

From freedom we sing lies, death, and corruption.

Removing God has resulted in our nation’s destruction.

“Look how far they have fallen,” the Angels did wail.

Woe to the nation that took the way of Baal!

If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray turn from their

wicked way then I will hear from heaven forgive their sins and heal their land.

This is not a suggestion this is God’s outstretched hand!

God help us return to you to our American Way.

This was nation was established by your word from whence we have strayed.

Loritza Melendez © 1992

Teach Me How to Pray

Teach me how to pray O’God with eyes of unrest.

Teach me how to pray O’Lord till your word manifest.

I won’t let you go until you unveil my heart.

I need to be transformed with the grace you impart.

Search me O’God and draw me nigh.

See me through the blood of your Son, now glorified.

Examine my thoughts and my heart renew.

Come my Lord receive the praises you are due.

Teach me supplication in your Holy name.

Let your Spirit touch the many lives in pain.

Abba Father, grant me wisdom to intercede.

For this fallen generation and all of Abraham’s seed.

Thank you for your mercy and your daily bread.

Thank you for the peace you give me as I go to bed.

Thank you for your strength that lifts me when I am weak.

Thank you for saving me and being available to seek.

Father, I praise you in advance for the answers yet to come.

And this I pray in the name of your Son.

Amen.

Journal Entry: Tuesday May 4th, 2004 10:33PM

Today while doing the dishes I envision the title "Priestly Garments." Several weeks earlier I asked God during a time of prayer and fasting to give me something to write about because it had been years since I was inspired to write something besides my journal entries. I went to my usual comfy spot and began to construct what I thought would be a poem. For the next 20 minutes I struggled to capture the message He was transmitting to me because I was trying to put my own spin to it. When I realized that what I was doing was robbing me of peace and joy I erased what I had written and apologized for taking matters into my own hands. As I waited for His word to return I became a conduit with pen in hand...this is what he said to me.

Priestly Garments
You allow me to see only what is true.
My wounds have healed but the scars that remain remind me of where I was brought from.
Every so often I see myself anew and I'm amazed at the work of your transformations.  Still time passes me by so quickly I tend to forget the lessons I have learned.  I often question, "Who am I and what will become of me?"
Have I honestly consider what I really look like?
Surely, I remember you saying to me, "You must be diligent and ready at all times."
Shall I continue to be clothed in unforgiveness lest you find me undone...heaven forbid!
Shall I not exchange my garments for one that will cover all of me?
Shall my adornment only be external leaving my soul naked and exposed!  To what extent is my nakedness?  How deeply embedded are the foolishness I have yet to commit?
Can my hands fashion garments that will ready me for you, Lord? 
Who has ever been able to measure the size of their soul?
Can I be entrusted with such a task?
Surely, I would miss something so vital that I would be exposed and ashamed at my own nakedness!
I gasp at the thought of wasting time while your appearance is so close at hand!
Have I wholeheartedly consider what I look like and how shall I prepare?
Shall I wear my hair up and expose the lies my throat have spoken?
Shall I paint the eyes that have cried tears of unbelief and covetousness?
Shall I color the nails that busy themselves with meaningless toil?
Shall I spend everything to own everything yet still not be content?
Shall I break open my alabaster box that reeks of my true intentions?
Can the shoes that adorn my feet keep me from my appointment with death? Sigh.
I am utterly naked and I have not known the full extent of it!
I must be fitted with garments not made with hands.
I was born in obscurity yet beckoned by the King of kings.
Who can tailor me with wisdom?
Who can see my fullness yet continue to work in mercy?
What price must I pay to prepare my soul for such an engagement?
Be still my soul and await the tender moment when God unveils the garments He has sown in Love. He has paid the price in full therefore,
I shall never know nakedness, famine, death, or singleness!
I will be one as He is one with His word.   Prepare me Lord as I await my true identity in Christ Jesus. 



After I read Priestly Garments for myself I was compelled to answer the one who sees me fully.


He calls me by a name only my heart understands.
Your people look at me and say to themselves, "shouldn't she be in chains?"
They don't understand your foreknowledge.
They don't comprehend your love.
They strain to see my weakness and lose themselves in the search.
I am not a picture of perfection but being made perfect in weakness I paint freely.
Never in my lofty dreams could I have imaged the “me” I am today.
Like a well-written novel I am engrossed in the treasures the Author leaves for me to find.
The more I know Him the better acquainted I am with my true identity.
He tills the field he purchased with his blood and there creates a garden fit for an Eve.
His gazed holds me and my strength fails me.
I try my best to behave but I am so easily distracted.
Nevertheless, whenever He calls I will answer...
Here I am Lord, your friend is listening.

Loritza Melendez
The Sevenfold Spirit of God