What is your mind focused on when you wake up? Here is a poem I wrote for you. Waking Up On Purpose What is your purpose, your destiny, your dream? Waking up on purpose, what does it mean? God has something special; He has it for all Start out as a seed, planted in small. Deep inside it is lurking You know that it’s there You often ignore it, not because you don’t care. You haven’t been told, or you just don’t believe That the gift that God gave you Will help you succeed The gift is too big, or your mind is too small Maybe you just don’t realize your worth at all You’ll

So many things to do and possibilities in life The way is lit can you see it? There are so many roads to your destination Your path is straight why question it? The burdens are heavy and hard to carry Lay them down won’t you try it? Past all problems there is peace If you only focus can do it? Hard to break a three strand cord Do you believe God’s in it? There is so much going on So much turbulence and chatter Screaming in my brain Anxietously moving matter

Your product or service Books and your game God is fanning your gifts Into a flame This is your year So don’t you fear it Say it and believe it Write it receive it Just take some action Move things along Call up a friend To help you stay strong Focused, determined Not hearing the flack Pull someone up But shack off the slack Collectively strong Genius insane The power in this room Is like one awesome brain Think bigger and better You will go higher This is your year ladies So set it on fire! Pamela-d Poetry 1/3/18

To Be successful you must focus It doesn’t matter what life throws at you That you dropped out of school That love is not true That shades thrown at you That baby’s lips turned blue That Someone backstabbed you That to yourself you’re not true That you say but don’t do That mornings are blue That sometimes night too That your head screams at you That it’s cancer not flu That zero balance rent’s due That must do’s dagger you That lost children eat at you That with no breathe you’ll die too That your testimony’s hard true That all I can do Is simply tell you Focus Pamela-d Poetry - 11/23/17

Always trying to do what’s best Good enough slave, never to rest Life’s sharp thorns still break the skin And the pain screams silent within It is written one twenty years Of this torment and of these tears? Have hope, focus on love and joy Often preached but can’t employ Weariness grows of this my lot Deserving of sympathy, I am not Now to slumber with this load This give and take is getting old Thru nights’ window sleep is shopped Wrestling and robbed it doesn't stop Have mercy Lord again I pray Good, better, best I hear him say Pamela-d Poetry 10/23/17