Voice of the Rose of Sharon

On solid ground, the Gardener planted me
He found a special spot just to sow good seeds
He has watered me with refreshing, living water
And fertilized me so I can bloom more fuller

As the Gardener tendered His garden, I started to sprout
I was growing strong and sturdy, no doubt
From the moment on, I was described as the blossom of the dogwood tree
It’s true that I was known as the Lily of the Valley

I was drenched in blood when I was pierced by thorns
In order for me to blossom, for your sins, I’ve been scorned
Yet still you have to go through obstacles as far as it goes

My days are like grass: as a flower of the field, I flourish
With me being the anointed one as your sweet-smelling Savior
The grass withered, the flower fades, but the Gardener’s Word will forever stand
And it’s all because I am your Rose of Sharon, the Great I Am

Written by: Wykeshia McCallister  2-9-2014

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Voice of the Bible

I am not just some book that is on the back of a shelf,
Nor am I some book covered in dust on the table you left;
You didn’t even want me when I was your graduation gift,
And you have no idea on how I really uplift.

Why does it hurt so bad for you to pick me up and read?
Don’t you realize that deep inside I have all you need?
I am like a textbook solving your problems like you did in math,
If I am stepping on your toes, it’s because you’re on the wrong path.

Why can’t you treat me like you treat your credit cards or your cellphones?
I mean, you know you’ve got to have them when you leave home.
Tell me…When will you get the bigger picture?
Just give me a chance to teach you all about the One who holds your future.

I am the main purpose of helping you built a strong foundation,
And I can help you learn about who is your salvation.
Once you open me up and read, you will learn a lot of lessons,
And no matter what battles you are facing, I’m still your secret weapon.

Never mind about what the gossipers say, I’m the one you’d be sleeping with,
I can even be your medicine to be used as directed when you’re feeling sick.
Did you know that I’m like a cookbook with the ingredients to bake a cake?
Trust me, you have no idea how good it is to your taste.

I come in all various colors and sizes based on my looks,
And, yes, I am the book that has a grand total of 66 books.
Like the American and Christian flags, you should pledge your allegiance
to me: God’s Holy Word,
His Word is as beautiful as its own Author.

I am well known as the Book of Love and it’s just like a rose,
My pages are rose petals when the beauty of His love unfolds.
Unlike other books you read, it only informs you,
But I’m just like a mirror, I can only transform you!

Now that I’ve told you everything about myself, I am what you need,
Don’t hesitate to stop what you’re doing. Pick me up, open me up, and read.
Regardless of what version I come in, I am your only choice for survival,
And to you, I am your biggest gift, your Holy Bible.

Written by: Wykeshia L. McCallister 5/22/17

God’s Honor Roll

My life feels like a test that I didn’t study for,
But I’m destined to commit all my works to God to finish my course.
I may have learned about the 8 parts of speech,
But now’s the time that I should practice what I preach.

I’ve read various books that really informs me,
But when I started to read HIS textbook, it really transformed me.
Although Reading, English, Math, and History are my main subjects,
I’m studying harder so I can do excellent on the test.

In life, I’m tested, then it taught me a lesson,
Even though I’ve failed, I added 1 cross + 3 nails = I’m 4given.
I know that I have 99 problems but my faith is not the 1,
That’s because I was counting my blessings and seeing what God has done.

As I continue learning about the kings, queens, and judges that made History,
It made me understand that God can use anybody, even me.
Like Timothy, I have studied to show myself approved,
And I’m prepared to take my exams containing temptation and trials.

Even though what I do for Christ will last,
I looked at the exams and declared, “This too shall pass!”
My future goal is to attend Heaven University,
And earned Born Again and Crown of Life as my degrees.

In the Business of Our Father, I’ve became His chosen employee,
And I may not have a Ph.D, but guess what. I have a G-O-D!
His Word, Goodness, and Mercy follows me everywhere I go,
And no matter what, I will always be on God’s Honor Roll!!

Written by: Miss Wykeshia McCallister 4/27/17

My REAL Black Story

God made me who I am.
I am nothing but clay that was made in the color of
rich dark soil that grows the food I eat and that’s
the Word of God.

It clearly explains why He’s the reason for everything.
God planted a seed of faith in my heart, so all I have to do
is use my tears to water it with my prayers, fertilize it with
God’s word, and cultivate it with lots of love.

But that doesn’t stop there.

God also made me in the color of coal where diamonds
are formed beautifully. He has all the power to use time and
pressure because that’s His way of trying to get the BEST out of Me!

God didn’t create me in the image of darkness:
He created me in the image of HIM!!!

I am black and beautiful,O daughters of Jerusalem, Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me.
-Song of Solomon 1:5&6

A Curvaceous Girl (sonnet)

There was a young girl with a larger, curvy body,
She lived with her mother and sister,
The mother loved the big girl‟s sister more because she’s skinny,
And the mother wished the other wasn’t her daughter.

The big girl has abused verbally by others,
She‟s been living in hell all her life being cruel,
Her classmates were throwing things at her,
And in this society, people treated her like a footstool.

Everyday she asked herself, “Why am I fat and not pretty?”
Her sister said “Because the thin people looked better than you!”
Even the mother said, “Nobody wants you ’cause you‟re what you eat!”
The tears flow from the big girl‟s eyes and she felt like it‟s true.

As she walked down the street,
She had her head hanging down,
When she saw a picture of Richgirl in bikinis,
The poor girl started to cry and frowned.

Things got real worse when the girl started dieting,
The big girl was frustrated dealing with gimmicks,
Over and over she kept trying and trying and trying,
Until she suddenly got fed up „cause she‟s still thick.

Mall after mall she shopped for clothes,
She sees that no big girls are in sight,
“It‟s hopeless when being around skinny bones”,
She thought to herself as she took a bite.

One special night, the girl went to a ball,
All the boney girls were lusting on one heartthrob,
The guy stared at the most beautiful big girl of all,
And he treated the boney girls like dumb doorknobs.

As him and the girl danced, he felt a connection,
But the girl started to doubt herself about her weight,
The guy said “Stop doubting! I found no disconnections”,
And that’s when “Curvaceous” became her name!

Now that life as a Curvy girl was her big lesson,
The girl realized that she‟s a top notch curvy chick,
As the girl‟s family felt pretty bad about what happen,
All the girl could say “I feel good being thick!”

What this big girl went through was a real journey,
For she knows that deep down she‟s curvaceous and well,
Beyond all, there‟s one thing that she‟s been learning:
Life as a Big Girl is way Bigger than a number on a scale.

Confessions of a Curvaceous Girl

The Creator created me as a big girl,
I’m the most curvaceous girl on Earth.
Maintaining my curves is my desire,
For I’ve had more for me to inspire.

I’m honored to be slightly larger,
With a massive mind to think smarter.
I’m not wasting time doing any dieting,
For I have bigger bones that’s multiplying.

Thick is the new thin with a reason,
I’m a big black girl born to a legacy of big black women.
I’ve been abused and I’ve been done so wrong,
Yet, I’m still standing, still strong.

I don’t want to have to eat lettuce,
I’d rather be a chubby cute doll of the cabbage patch.
A body I got is filled with many curves,
I’m healthy as always with calories to burn.

Since the boneys handled theirs, now it’s my turn,
And now these boneys are gonna learn.
Like Gloria, I’d please a man and I’ll cook,
And like Heavy Vee, I don’t need a hook.

I’m a phatty girl with a Donkey Kong that bounces,
Regardless if I weigh 225 pounds.
I’m a Rumpshaker that can shake, rattle, & roll,
And I earn respect ‘cause I was a stone.

I know I act up with a drink in my cup,
Of course I’m a big fine lady bagging that thang up.
I’ve got many haters hating on me,
Because they wish I was a carrot ‘stead of meat.

I’ve been called fat, porky, anything they think of,
But still, I strut, rock my stuff.
I wrote this poem with curvy passion,
‘Cause these are my real curvy confessions.

What Are You Planting In Your Spiritual Garden?

For The Garden of Your Daily Living,
Plant Three Rows Of Peas:
1. Peace of Mind
2. Peace of Heart
3. Peace of Soul

Plant Four Rows Of Squash:
1. Squash Gossip
2. Squash Indifference
3. Squash Grumbling
4. Squash Selfishness

Plant Four Rows Of Lettuce:
1. Lettuce Be Faithful
2. Lettuce Be Kind
3. Lettuce Be Patient
4. Lettuce Really Love One Another

No Garden Is Without Turnips:
1. Turnip for Meetings
2. Turnip for Service
3. Turnip to Help One Another

To Conclude Our Garden We Must Have Thyme:
1. Thyme for Each Other
2. Thyme for Family
3. Thyme for Friends

Water freely with patience and cultivate with love.
There is much fruit in your garden because you reap what you sow.

4-17-15