Author: luevernoncross

My name is Luevernon Cross. I'm from Cincinnati, OH. I'm an Audio/Video Production major at Cincinnati State Technical & Community College and work as a Concession Stand Attendant at Great American Ball Park. I started this blog due to my passion for music. It's a passion that is deeply ingrained in me. It is my hope that readers have a pleasant experience during their visit.

The Journey

We awaken each day

God sends us on our way

We move without fear

Cause love and guidance are near

No matter where we go

We continue to learn and grow

We can clearly see

What’s meant to be

We do stumble

But experience makes us humble

We count every blessing

Without a lot of stressing

What we see is real

And impossible to conceal

Each and every lesson

Becomes a confession

We don’t hide

We stand together with pride

He fills us to the core

Then offers us more

We know what we can do

God carries us through

Seeds are planted

We take nothing for granted

We lift one voice

As we go ahead and rejoice

For it’s meant for us only

It’s called the journey

Lonely


You go through each day
Without a heart coming your way
Your journey is long
But you try to remain strong
You take a look around
As you try to stay on solid ground
You realize that what you miss
Is a warm and tender kiss
The feeling stays with you
It haunts you through and through
You sleep at night
Without someone to hold you tight
You say a silent prayer
Knowing God is there
He answers you call
Without letting you fall
There’s one thing to do only
Call me if you’re lonely




Piece Of My Heart

A piece of my heart

Is an important part

Of each day

I wouldn’t have it any other way

A piece beats fast

A piece remembers the past

A piece certainly knows

How and where love grows

A piece takes time

To remember my prime

A piece of my heart

Is where I always start

A piece goes everywhere

A piece shows I care

A piece plants seeds

That become good deeds

A piece relishes a place

Filled with guidance and grace

A piece travels far

Without leaving a scar

A piece shares love

As sent by heaven above

A piece knows what’s true

It can change my point of view

A piece can thrive

A piece can survive

And I know where to start

With a piece of my heart

Mama’s Hands

Mama’s hands held me close

Mama’s hands touched me more than most

Mama’s hands were filled with love

Mama’s hands felt like heaven above

Mama’s hands were filled with glory

Mama’s hands told a story

Mama’s hands were warm and free

Mama’s hands brought out the best in me

Mama’s hands traveled far

Mama’s hands said

Don’t be afraid to be who you are

Mama’s hands taught me lessons

Those lessons became confessions

Mama’s hands found solid ground

Mama’s hands turned me around

Mama’s hands held a guiding light

Mama’s hands told me what was right

Mama’s hands let go of fear

Mama’s hands knew when God was near

Mama’s hands were a treasure

Mama’s hands loved beyond measure

Mama’s hands found purpose

Lying at the surface

Mama’s hands took time

To remember her prime

Mama’s hands said learn from the past

Mama’s hands said make every moment last

Mama’s hands had raw power

I felt it hour after hour

Mama’s hands knew what’s true

They changed her point of view

Mama’s hands

Broken Dreams

Broken dreams

Often burst at the seams

They show the things

Life often brings

They show the soul lying there

They show the soul God will repair

They show the long winding journey

And what can be done by God only

They show falling again and again

They show how to win

They show what to ignore

And how God will fill you to the core

Broken dreams

Often burst at the seams

They let go

Of what you used to know

They come at night

Before God makes things right

They become lessons

That turn into confessions

They scream out loud

They can make you proud

They come your way

Each and every day

They tend to last

And make you remember the past

They show a stance

Taken before first glance

Yes, broken dreams

Burst at the seams