Leaders VS Followers

When leaders make a mistake, they say, "I was wrong."
When followers make mistakes, they say, "It wasn't my fault."

A leader works harder than a follower and has more time;
A follower is always "too busy" to do what is necessary.

A leader goes through a problem;
A follower goes around it and never gets past it.

A leader makes and keeps commitments;
A follower makes and forgets promises.

A leader says, "I'm good, but not as good as I ought to be;"
A follower says, "I'm not as bad as a lot of other people."

Leaders listen;
Followers just wait until it's their turn to talk.

Leaders respect those who are superior to them and tries to learn something from them;
Followers resent those who are superior to them and try to find chinks in their armor.

Leaders feel responsible for more than their job;
Followers say, "I only work here."

A leader says, "There ought to be a better way to do this;"
Followers say, "That's the way it's always been done here."

Get A Passion!

Written by Carl Phillips

Get a passion at this time
Get a passion in these days
Get a passion for knowing him
And walking in his ways
Get a passion for the strongholds
Get a passion to see them fall
Get a passion young and old
Get a psssion for your call
Get a passion for the music
Get a passion for the songs
Get a passion for the words
That uplift and right the wrongs
Get a passion to be creative
So that lives may be enhanced
Get a passion to be expressive
As scriptural truths are danced
Get a passion for the prophetic
God revealing what he's planned
Get a passion for interpretation
That we may know and understand
Get a passion for your country
Get a passion for your nation
Get a passion for the call it goes
To each and every generation
Get a passion for intercession
Get a passion for prayer
Get a passion to see things changed
Hope from life's despair
Get a passion for the battle
Get a passion for the fight
Get a passion for the conflict
Get a passion salt and light
Get a passion for his coming
Get a passion for that day
Get a passion for his returning
Get a passion to pray
Get a passion for unity
Get a passion for such things
Get a passion to fight injustice
And see the liberty it brings
Get a passion for clarity
Get a passion for desire
Get a passion for God's people
As we saw a little higher
Get a passion for things you've seen
Get a passion for what you've heard
Get a passion for the things of God
Get a passion for the word
Get a passion for this city
For every piece of ground
Get a passion to dig that little bit deeper
Until the treasure's found

God Can

When you feel unlovable, unworthy and unclean,
When you think that no one can heal you,
Remember, Friend,
God Can.

When you think that you are unforgivable
For your guilt and your shame
Remember, Friend,
God Can.

When you think that all is hidden
And no one can see within
Remember, Friend,
God Can.

And when you have reached the bottom
And you think that no one can hear
Remember my dear Friend
God Can.

And when you think that no one can love
The real person deep inside of you
Remember my dear Friend,
God Does.

An Undivided Heart

by Crystal C. Godfrey

Lord, put in me a new spirit
Remove my heart of stone
And give to me a heart of flesh
That trusts in You alone
Oh, That I may fear Your name
Each day right from the start
Oh, Lord, please give to me
An undivided heart.

I want a gaze that never waivers
Or loses sight of the goal
To keep it's focus on obeying You
With mind and body and soul
Help me to walk in submission to Christ
In whole and not in part
Oh, Lord, please give to me
An undivided heart.

I want Your joy to be my greatest strength
Your salvation my impassioned praise
Your holiness to be my way of living
For all the rest of my days
Keep me steadfast in doing Your work
And following the course that You chart
Oh, Lord, please give to me
An undivided heart.

Teach me to daily die to self
And to spend much time in prayer
That I may be discerning of those around me
And treat them with genuine care
I want to be totally true to You
To wear your righteousness as my mark
Oh, Lord, please give to me
An undivided heart.

I want to live the time You've given me
Committed fully to Your purpose and call
Lord, consume me with Your awesome presence
Cause me on my knees to fall
And bow to Your desire for my life
Let no circumstance keep us apart
Oh, Lord, please give to me
An undivided heart.

©2001 Crystal C. Godfrey

Knowing Christ

Is there a treasure worth comparing
To the joy of knowing Christ?
A wealth that's capable of bearing
The burden of an empty life?

Has money ever held the hand
And whispered words of love
To even a single dying man,
And if it could, is that enough?

Can riches ever light the way
When you stand on eternity's shore,
And does it know just what to say
Before you face "Forevermore"?

Will gems impress the Lord of all?
Could they redeem your sinful life?
No jewels dim and gold is dull
Beside the joy of knowing Christ!

You need to hear this!!!

~ Anonymous

You are in love with Tommy,
Because his last name is Hilfiger,
But behind closed doors, Tommy,
Is calling you a n*gger,

But you could care less,
Because you have been taught to dress to impress,
If I ask you about your true history,
You would have to look on the back of your jeans and Guess,

You come up in the club wearing Versace,
Clothes made by a homosexual male,
So even when you say you are straight,
It is very hard to tell,
And for footwear, you wear Timberlands,

Even under the sun,
That same tree that's the symbol for them,
Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from,

I cannot forget Nautica,
What was the last memory you have of ships,
Coming to North America in shackles,
Being beaten over the back with whips,

And to my beautiful black queens,
Whose creative womb has become barren,
I am confused because your face says Nefertiti,
But your sweater reads Donna Karen,

When was the last time you saw Liz Claiborne,
Conversing with black women,
But as soon as her name is printed on a purse,
To Macy's you quickly go, running,

Ralph Lauren doesn't even look at black men,
Unless they are driving him around town,
But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of a horse,
You put whatever you have picked up down,

My people reclaim your status in this world and in your life,
F.U.B.U. in case you didn't know, stands for ( For Us By Us),
Buying black will someday suffice,
Do you know who owns Timberland fashion?

Well, Timberland is owned by the president of the KKK,
Surprised? Don't be.
Read more books black people,
Always hope for the best and prepare for the worst,
You may not get what you pay for,
But you'll surely pay for what you get.