This site is dedicated to the gift that the Lord has
given to me. The gift of, Prophetic Poetry. First of
all, he is my Lord and Saviour. To him I owe everything and
then that could still never be enough. There is
no words that could put into prospective how great the
Lord is to me. I have wrote poetry since I was about
10. I guess the Lord was having me practice up for what
he was going to have me do. He gives me a word for specific
ones and through poetry. Many times I will know that
God is saying, write! And I sit down to write and
the words just flow out through his Spirit to my pen.
The circumstance is never always for a negative reason,
he gives many poems for joyous reasons. Poems to tell
of his his wonder and his grace. And a lot are Prophetic
in this way...this certain thing has already happened
and this is what I (the Lord) am going to have you
do as a result. Many are for ones that need to come to
to know him and he tells them...listen, I'm calling
you! He personalizes it to them. It is about their situation
and their needs. Sometimes I know the situations and
sometimes I don't. But no matter, God is my words and
I am is mouthpiece~
Use Me ,Oh Lord
In the silence of my room
Words begin to flow
As God gives the order
In which to write them just so
I am but a vessel
Use me, Oh Lord
Cause me to reach others
I am but a port
I will tell others
With the words you give
How to be saved
And how to live
I will be your mouth piece
In the dead of night
I will be your voice
In the dawn of light
Use me, Oh Lord
My voice is yours
From my soul within
Your love just pours
Lagaya Evans
The Hands Of Christ
The hands of Christ
I'm not worthy to touch
They bare his love
And just how much
The men that day
Wasn't very wise
The hands they bound
Were the hands of Christ
He could have come down
And showed them all
The hands of Christ
They could have saw
A sea of faces
He had never met
Yet gave his life
To pay their debt
Nail scared hands
Doesn't that prove it all
Spikes of mercy
To save the lost
In the hands of Christ
The world he holds
Each and everyone one of us
Our lives he molds
He came with open arms
And death in his hands
The hands of Christ
Came to save every man
God Sends Angels
God sends Angels
To protect me each day
Their fluttering wings
I hear as I lay
They camp all around
I'm never in fear
Angels watch over
Through joy and tears
Their wings span
Over my head and back
Their watching over
When the enemy attacks
So when darkness comes
I won't look around
Because then I'll know
An Angel abounds
Lagaya Evans
It's All Or Nothing
Either you are
Or your not
You stand for me
Or you'll fall for what
There's no halfway
It's all or none
I'll have your whole heart
Not just some
The price I paid
Was way to high
I gave my son
The day he died
My heart cries
When I extend my hand
And find you busy
With things of man
Slow down and see
Give your all
Then you'll hear
When I call
I am a jealous God
None before me
I am the only
And the only I'll be
Lagaya Evans
The Dogwood
Once perfect and straight
The dogwood tree
Until they hung Jesus
That fateful eve
Dark clouds gathered
And thunder roared
The day the dogwood
Held my Lord
The flowers bestowed
On the dogwood of now
Shows how the blood
That day ran down
The beauty of the dogwood
Yet, no longer tall
Cause it held the Messiah
To save us all
Lagaya Evans
Do You Know Jesus?
Is Jesus the Lord of you life
Does his grace wake you each morn
Does he live in your heart
Have you been reborn
He breathed his life
And created your own
Is he your almighty
Does he live in your home
The blood he shed
He shed for you
Do you say I believe
Do you know that is true
Do you know Jesus?
As your Lord and Savior
He signed in blood
For your life a waiver
Just say father God
I accept your blood
To wash me clean
From all the sin and crud
I give you my life
Please forgive me for all
I'll still need your help
That I not stumble and fall
I am yours God
A heavenly song I sing
I am your servant
You are my King
Lagaya Evans
This Man
This man called Jesus
Where do I start?
Not enough words
To tell of his heart
Close your eyes
And listen to my words
This man called Jesus
That took all your hurt
The night before he died
He prayed in the garden
Until his sweat drip of blood
For our sins to pardon
This man called Jesus
Stood betrayed by another
A man he walked with
A man he called brother
He knew this day would come
Prophecy to unfold
He would only be worth
For the silver he was sold
Yet he was about to pay a price
No silver or gold could buy
He gave the unthinkable
For you he gave his life
With spikes of iron
Drove in his flesh
He hung there in disgrace
With his arms outstretched
Can you take the time
Try to imagine his pain
Not the physical he bore
More than his name!
This man
Can you see inside?
The gut wrenching pain
He would give his life
He had a heart
Just the same as we
This man called Jesus
Another there’ll never be
I can’t begin to measure
The loneliness inside
As he hung there in shame
And slowly died
If your eyes still be closed
Look him in the eyes that day
See all the pain
So you and I could be saved
This man called Jesus
I owe a thousand lives times nine
And that couldn’t even touch
His one he gave for mine
I’m sure at least one tear
Fell down his bloody face
This man called Jesus
Died for all our ways
Just one more time
Look into his eyes and see
This man called Jesus
Who suffered for you and me
Not only a physical pain
But pain of the heart
Betrayed, denied, and alone
His heart was torn apart
He was but a man
With the same as you and me
He felt and he loved
With all in him be
This man called Jesus
But flesh and bone of man
Came and felt heart break
The scars in his hands
But the scars at the time
He felt maybe more
This man called Jesus
His heart shredded and torn
Ripped from his chest
A heart so full of love
This man called Jesus
No one is worthy of
He came, He lived, and He loved
For a world he knew yet not
This man called Jesus
Took the nails and for what?
Just because he loved you
He gave all he had as man
He breathed his last breath
While holding you in his hand
Lagaya Evans