Vickie's Vibes

When the ball enters the net, they say it's a goal! And the loosing team feel defeated forgetting that they've got the greatest goal.  Same to a man who has all his goals lain down and strategically pulling his efforts towards the goal but to realize at the end that, his goals can't be achieved, for known or unknown reasons. He looses strength. At times, he can feel like it's over. But the truth remains that it's not over until it is over. He's got the greatest goal.       Really, a goal is the achievement toward which effort is directed. And billions are the "I want to", "by God's grace I will", "in fact, I must" in the speeches of every man, especially at the beginning of every matter, but strength wanes and the story changes maybe in the middle of the road. Because all efforts put towards the achievement of the goals seem to be less affective. The truth is, no man has control over whatever happens and will happen....

There is a picture in the heart of every man, Of who he wants to be, Of what he wants to become, Of what he wants! There is how every man feels it should be, No man wants nothing, Every man with desires in his heart, Every man with his willpower. In truth, every one has a need, Every man in need of something, Howbeit, what he wants is not his needs, The want clashes. Want and need clash, One crushes another, One prevails, The two is not the best but one. Better is the need even if it tastes bitter, It tastes sweet at the end, Than the sweet wants that ends bitterly, Make your needs your wants. There is a thought in His heart, That you need in whole, So high as the heavens to the earth, Yet man must find it to find his way. Do not miss your way on your way to finding your way, O'Youth! The way is at the center of His thought, His will is full of your needs, But your willpower must bend to His will first. If it must be His purpose for you, You can not follow your way, If ...

You are a straight betwixt two, So He calls you, a priest, Your spirit contacts the spiritual realm, Your body contacts the physical realm. You can see, when you close your eyes, You can see, when they are widely opened, You can behold the two realms, The spiritual,the physical, and so you can control. You are a stronghold with a staff of authority, Unless you do not know, You are just like your creator, You are the image of the most powerful one. You are a priest with a royal honour, Every priest has a powerhouse, Every priest has an alter, Where they offer sacrifices. Do you have a place called; A power house, A place of dominion and control, A secret place of covenant? Every glory that shines, shines from a powerhouse, So is every glory that fades, Either in light or darkness, A priest must be in charge. You are the called priest to man your own powerhouse, You are called to offer sacrifices, Until the aroma of faith goes up, If not, any priest will press the remote cont...

Poverty is a curse, Yet can be a man's friend, If you love to sleep, be ready for its rain, For no sleeper earns the wealth. Poverty is not lack of money, If all you have is money, you are a pauper, Lack of diligence is lack of wealth, If you have the money and love your bed, you are poor. If you hate poverty, you must love the work, If you crave the wealth, you must hate your bed, Wealth is a blessing, But it comes through deligence not by mercy. The world is full of wealth, But you must offer your work to earn the wealth, If you offer no work, you will earn no wealth, You offer your work, you earn the wealth. You say I will tomorrow, Tomorrow after tomorrow, Yet time is not déjà vu, How long will you sleep, o' sleeper? If you can do no thing with your time, If you can give no thing to life, If you love the pleasure of sleep, Chai! Poverty is looming. If you get and get and get and give nothing, If you spend and spend and earn nothing, There is a place for poverty ...

It happens to Time as it is to man:  They mature and expire. Life in volume,Time in seconds, They grow,mature and expire. A second wasted, a (volume of) life wasted, Time is a river that swims life away, The life of man is his time spent, Anyhow spent, time has no voice to shout. Spent but not a currency, Currency has a circle, No one sees the return of time, It flows and fades like smoke. The most expensive time of man is; The youthful season, The shortest of man's time, The sweetest of man's life. Your youthful season,  Though short is greater than your old age, The value is in thousands fold, Thus locusts seek to eat it up. Time has no value tag, You add value to your time spent living, The substance in your life is proportional to the value of your time spent, No substance in life, no value in time spent. If your life is void, your time on earth is of no value, And remember, time flies, If it flies, you've got to fly, Do not crawl while your time flies. For ...

You can't go farther than your mindset, Your heart makes the move, your legs take the step, You are where your heart is, 'cause from the hollow of your heart is your world made. Yes He created the heavens and the earth, So He is God, so you are god, So He created, so you make, He gives, you take, you make. All your heart can hold, you can take, All you can take, you can unfold, All you can unfold, all that is seen, All you can make of your world. Though small and hidden, Your heart is the chief in your life, Your heart is the hand of your life, All it can hold, all you can own. Now that you have your strength in full, Get your heart transformed! Make it wide to take the all He gives, God gives more, don't take less. How far and well you would go, Is all determined by your heart, God gives, your heart takes, When shalow, it takes less. You can not be greater than your mindset, You can not be wiser than your mindset, You can not be peaceful than your mindset, All springs ...

No coward marries a heroine, No hero marries a fool, A heroine for the valiant, A virtues for the Hero. Every man wants to be the King, Every woman wants to be the Queen, But not all wants to be the valiant, Not all wants to be the virtues. Cowardice is a stain to the royalty of the Queen, Folly is a stain to the royalty of the King, If you crave not a fool, do not be the coward, If you crave not a coward, do not be the fool. O'Daughters of Zion! Thou art fair,'cause He says; You are Fairfully and Wonderfully made, He made you for the Hero. Oh the knight in His robe, Anticipating the fair you, Do not mock the virtue, Do not shame your Hero Father. Your father a hero! The hero is the son of your Father, The heroine is the seed of your Father, Not in anywhere but the home of your Father. No coward in your home, No fool on your home, If you are His daughter, you are for His son, If you are His son, you are for His Daughter. I have known the home of folly and cowardice,...