An Evening Alone With God
Felice Bois — Modern Day Black Momma® Records
An evening alone with Godis like walking in my own heaven.
It is my dark spacewhere I see the Light —the Light of God.
The solace of a placewhere no one can dwellin His presencewith me.
My evening with Godis not your typical soul food.
You know —the fried chicken,yams,collard greens,soft buttery cornbread…
and every now and then,a big potof seafood gumbo.
That is what the world gave meto satisfy my flesh.
Oh yes —soul food is the bomb,that bomb smellthat comforts the body.
Food that soothes the senses…
but in my lifetimeI have learnedthere is nothing — nothing —that can heal the human soul
like graceful solitudeand holy sovereignty time with God
The love —the evermore persistenceof God Himself —will shut my door.
And my dooris everywhereand anywhereGod gives me the entrance.
The closet…
yes —the closet.
When it is just meand God Almighty,the revelationof every new daybegins to breathe.
Some daysthe clouds are so thickthe scales must fallfrom my eyesdaily.
I must die to the fleshdailyjust to seewhat God has plannedfor me —just for methis evening.
And every eveningalways arrives.
I shut the mighty doors —the mighty gatesof the giantswho occupythe hells of the earth.
They tryto keep my flesh enslaved…
but the mighty power of God —my God —
Yahweh!Abba!Father!
He hears my prayers. In my evening with God,I receive my hugs…a gentle brush of loveacross my soulreminding meHe is alwaysin control.
He has gone before mein all my days.
His Holy Spiritreveals every evil altarsummoned against me —and they fall.
I pray.I obey.I sin.I repent.
And then…
I rest.
In my closet —my heavenly closet —walking around heavenwhile still on earth.
Because in my closet…
I am forgiven.I am covered.I am loved.
It is my dark spacewhere I see the Light —the Light of God.
The solace of a placewhere no one can dwellin His presencewith me.
My evening with Godis not your typical soul food.
You know —the fried chicken,yams,collard greens,soft buttery cornbread…
and every now and then,a big potof seafood gumbo.
That is what the world gave meto satisfy my flesh.
Oh yes —soul food is the bomb,that bomb smellthat comforts the body.
Food that soothes the senses…
but in my lifetimeI have learnedthere is nothing — nothing —that can heal the human soul
like graceful solitudeand holy sovereignty time with God
The love —the evermore persistenceof God Himself —will shut my door.
And my dooris everywhereand anywhereGod gives me the entrance.
The closet…
yes —the closet.
When it is just meand God Almighty,the revelationof every new daybegins to breathe.
Some daysthe clouds are so thickthe scales must fallfrom my eyesdaily.
I must die to the fleshdailyjust to seewhat God has plannedfor me —just for methis evening.
And every eveningalways arrives.
I shut the mighty doors —the mighty gatesof the giantswho occupythe hells of the earth.
They tryto keep my flesh enslaved…
but the mighty power of God —my God —
Yahweh!Abba!Father!
He hears my prayers. In my evening with God,I receive my hugs…a gentle brush of loveacross my soulreminding meHe is alwaysin control.
He has gone before mein all my days.
His Holy Spiritreveals every evil altarsummoned against me —and they fall.
I pray.I obey.I sin.I repent.
And then…
I rest.
In my closet —my heavenly closet —walking around heavenwhile still on earth.
Because in my closet…
I am forgiven.I am covered.I am loved.
Grace in the House of Two
In the voice of Felice Bois — Modern Day Black Momma® Records
No doubt —this man loves this woman.
You can see itin the quiet way his shoulders restwhen she is near…in the peace that settles over himlike evening oil.
He is one with her flesh —and she with his.
Not ownership of chains,but covenant of breath.Bone answering bone.Spirit recognizing spirit.
And the Lord calls itbeautiful.
So beautifulthe enemy can’t standto watch it grow.
Because there is a seed here —a living blessinginside the soft, enduring loveshared between two peoplewho chose each otheragainand againand again.
Even without the shineof wedding rings some days,their covenant does not rust.
They don’t need material thingsto weather this love.
They know howto stomp on the snakesthat try to creep in —the whispers,the weariness,the little foxesthat spoil the vine.
And still…
somehowbetween babies and billsand the breathing of the house,they find timeto love each otheralonein the Spirit of God.
Their joy —protected.
Their home —watched.
When outsiders try to scentan invasion of the heart,they close ranksin prayerand presence.
Because the same bloodthat moves through their veinsgives life to the whole house.
Life…
until deathdo them part —yes, that is what the vows say.
But this —this is the powerful lovethat can hold oceans apart.
No rivercan separate them.
Their spirits are equal.Beautiful.Genuine.
They are family.They are blood.
They carrythe bloodline of Christ,the love of God,the covering of His Son.
There is a peace here —an Eden kind of peacebefore the whisper,before the fracture,before Eve ever listenedto the demon that gave the world a voice.
They are not scattered flesh.They are one.
No needfor bonding glue,no needfor borrowed couragefrom bottles or broken lust.
What they haveis clean.
Songs travelthrough their veinsthat heal them.
Love risesabove mountain tops…above the cold peaksof ice glaciers…higher than the heightwhere birds dare to fly.
And when they breathethe scent of each other…when fingers findfamiliar skin… the soul tie
they are never fullof one another.
Even when a thin shadowslithering a glimpse of enmitytries to pass between them —
Godis their healer. forever and strong
He is their answer When storms come misunderstood… they fight they hate forgiveThey ache.They remember.
And then —they love again. And then —they love again.
They pray together.They cry together.They help each otherstand back up. When one is weak, the other must be strong When both are weak,their combined strengthstill carriesthe lifeof their togetherness Because they must remainin the presenceof their own reflection —
the love they builton the foundationof God’s love.
And heaven sees it.
Yes…
they havethe Graceof marriage.
You can see itin the quiet way his shoulders restwhen she is near…in the peace that settles over himlike evening oil.
He is one with her flesh —and she with his.
Not ownership of chains,but covenant of breath.Bone answering bone.Spirit recognizing spirit.
And the Lord calls itbeautiful.
So beautifulthe enemy can’t standto watch it grow.
Because there is a seed here —a living blessinginside the soft, enduring loveshared between two peoplewho chose each otheragainand againand again.
Even without the shineof wedding rings some days,their covenant does not rust.
They don’t need material thingsto weather this love.
They know howto stomp on the snakesthat try to creep in —the whispers,the weariness,the little foxesthat spoil the vine.
And still…
somehowbetween babies and billsand the breathing of the house,they find timeto love each otheralonein the Spirit of God.
Their joy —protected.
Their home —watched.
When outsiders try to scentan invasion of the heart,they close ranksin prayerand presence.
Because the same bloodthat moves through their veinsgives life to the whole house.
Life…
until deathdo them part —yes, that is what the vows say.
But this —this is the powerful lovethat can hold oceans apart.
No rivercan separate them.
Their spirits are equal.Beautiful.Genuine.
They are family.They are blood.
They carrythe bloodline of Christ,the love of God,the covering of His Son.
There is a peace here —an Eden kind of peacebefore the whisper,before the fracture,before Eve ever listenedto the demon that gave the world a voice.
They are not scattered flesh.They are one.
No needfor bonding glue,no needfor borrowed couragefrom bottles or broken lust.
What they haveis clean.
Songs travelthrough their veinsthat heal them.
Love risesabove mountain tops…above the cold peaksof ice glaciers…higher than the heightwhere birds dare to fly.
And when they breathethe scent of each other…when fingers findfamiliar skin… the soul tie
they are never fullof one another.
Even when a thin shadowslithering a glimpse of enmitytries to pass between them —
Godis their healer. forever and strong
He is their answer When storms come misunderstood… they fight they hate forgiveThey ache.They remember.
And then —they love again. And then —they love again.
They pray together.They cry together.They help each otherstand back up. When one is weak, the other must be strong When both are weak,their combined strengthstill carriesthe lifeof their togetherness Because they must remainin the presenceof their own reflection —
the love they builton the foundationof God’s love.
And heaven sees it.
Yes…
they havethe Graceof marriage.
Peace in the House of Modern Day Black Momma® Records
By Felice Bois — in the voice of a praying mother
God is always with us —He was with mebefore I knew you,before these soft little feetever touched my floor.
I lay here in my yellow dress,watching the quiet breathingof my daughters’ soulsplaying in the glow of home.
And I see it —not just who they are,but who they are becoming.
One daythe awakening will come…
Little handswill grow into praying hands.Little giggleswill grow into women’s wisdom.Little girlswill rise into mothersof their own beautiful children.
— Yahweh!Yahweh!
Thank you, Lord,for the peace you give uson any day,even the ordinary onesthat look small to the worldbut feel like miracles to me.
Thank youfor my beautiful babies.
Thank youfor this home we sleep in —because I know…
we could have been homeless.We could have been scattered.We could have been broken.
But not today.
My babieswill never be stolenby the street life.Not while I am watching.Not while You are covering.
So give me spiritual insight, Lord —mother wisdom,Modern Day Black Momma® strength —to raise them right.
Prepare themfor husbands who will love them gently,who will honor their softness,who will recognizethe God-light in their eyes.
Because You taught me firstto teach themto love Youand to love themselvesalike.
Lord…
thank You.
For right now —this quiet floor,this sacred room,this breathing, living mercy.
The music of Your peaceis playing in this house.
The stillness of Your peaceis resting on our heads.
The love and joyYou forever give usis covering this family
in the peaceof Your Son,Jesus Christ.
Amen.
I lay here in my yellow dress,watching the quiet breathingof my daughters’ soulsplaying in the glow of home.
And I see it —not just who they are,but who they are becoming.
One daythe awakening will come…
Little handswill grow into praying hands.Little giggleswill grow into women’s wisdom.Little girlswill rise into mothersof their own beautiful children.
— Yahweh!Yahweh!
Thank you, Lord,for the peace you give uson any day,even the ordinary onesthat look small to the worldbut feel like miracles to me.
Thank youfor my beautiful babies.
Thank youfor this home we sleep in —because I know…
we could have been homeless.We could have been scattered.We could have been broken.
But not today.
My babieswill never be stolenby the street life.Not while I am watching.Not while You are covering.
So give me spiritual insight, Lord —mother wisdom,Modern Day Black Momma® strength —to raise them right.
Prepare themfor husbands who will love them gently,who will honor their softness,who will recognizethe God-light in their eyes.
Because You taught me firstto teach themto love Youand to love themselvesalike.
Lord…
thank You.
For right now —this quiet floor,this sacred room,this breathing, living mercy.
The music of Your peaceis playing in this house.
The stillness of Your peaceis resting on our heads.
The love and joyYou forever give usis covering this family
in the peaceof Your Son,Jesus Christ.
Amen.