Katie J. Figueroa
Biography of Katie J. Figueroa
Named Kathleen Juanita Parrish at birth, now married 26 years to my 2nd husband and soul mate. I have three children, four step children, twelve grand children and one great-grand son all most precious.
Katie J. Figueroa Poems
Turn Your Water Into Wine
He'll turn your water into wine Like grapes crushed from the vine. You'll be pressed through a process of time, So He can shine.
Kneeling At His Feet
Love is sweet; Oh Lord, kneeling at your feet. How I feel this need to grow; Learning by your side what it is to pray, Just to make it through another day.
Hell Is Real
Hell is real, Hell is real! Scorching fire, and sizzling flame! Hell is real, Hell is real! A tormenting place where no one knows your name.
In The Balance
Heaven to gain Hell to shun Battle cry has begun.
Walk, Press, Swim
Walk on, walk on By the Power of the Spirit of the living God Walk on, walk on.
Where dreams and purpose dance, There met I a friend. My life He did enhance.
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. Gonna write God's word on the table of my heart.
You Are Everything
Jesus you are everything. My Jesus you are everything. Without you the warm breezes would not blow. Without you the stars in the sky would fall.
Heat of battle is strong. I trust Him still. Enemy's arrows are sure, Yet in His hand I am safe.
Jesus, I just want to talk to you. Jesus, I need your advise. What do I do and how do I go on from here? I hear you answering.
Jesus Is Near
I heard angels singing one night Couldn't recall the words But the beautiful melodious voices echo through the midnight breeze Letting me know my Savior was near.
Dancing With Demons
I was dancing with demons Walking the way of the world Till the prayers of my Grandma Finally kicked in.
My Life Is Yours
My life is yours Lord You set this captive free. In your presence there is joy Lord you strengthen me.
Black as cole with piercing eyes Before her stood evil not desguised. The Spirit did quicken Saints to their knees
Delicate hummingbird bearing precious seed
In your tears you've planted a garden
Sown with prayer
Dear to the heart of the King.
Sweet aroma, delicate flower
Fragrant sacrifice, your seeds are sown.
The harvest is ripe.
Each one the King's delight.