Tamara Lowe, a former drug addict, peddler and dropout who then found Jesus, is currently a bestselling author, educator and business woman, co-founder and executive vice president of Get Motivated Inc., and a highly successful motivational speaker. The kind of motivational speaker who credits her success to her personal relationship with God.
Sadly, last year, this The 700 Club personality and her husband, Peter Lowe, filed for divorce after 24 years of marriage.
Nonetheless, Tamara Lowe is quite gifted at writing rhymes for Jesus.
Here she is doing her catchy "One-Minute Sermon" three years ago, August 2010:
To be a Survivor in this Amazing Race
With the need for speed,
You need God's Grace.
And if you're desperate like housewives,
Watching Days Of Our Lives,
You can't cope without hope,
And that is not on a soap.
If you're looking to Oprah or Dr. Phil
You can shop non-stop or pop a pill,
But the void won't fill,
And the pain won't kill,
Until you love the One that hung on a hill.
Kicking back in your Lazy Boy easy chair
Watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire,
Nah - you're not gonna find it there.
No American Idol, or Council Tribal
Has the final answer that will satisfy ya.
C. S. I. ain't got a clue.
S.V.U. don't know what to do.
Not the ER or the OC,
Nothing on a CD, TV, DVD, or MP3
Can save you and me.
CNN's got no Good News.
Here's a headline: You must choose.
It's not a simple life Paris Hilton,
It's treading on thin ice living in sin.
You can be an apprentice for Donald Trump
Or eat Fear Factor fast food from a dump.
You can be a heavy hitter
A Wheel Of Fortune winner
A Fox News "no spin" spinner
A flat out sinner.
But you better check this life that you're livin'
And make sure your sins are forgiven.
I bet ya fifty cents
Elvis done come and went,
And eventually every
Black-eyed-pea, Gwen Stefani, P-Diddy and Britney.
Every wanna-be on MTV with their Icy Bling,
Every Dixie Chick that Sings,
They all gonna see the king of kings.
I don't care if you're J-Lo, or Leno or Bono.
One thing you gotta know:
Some day you're gonna die, Bro.
Then where are you gonna go?
Hey, I'm not talking some punk junk that is irrelevant,
Like your Grandma's church from way back when.
It's not some preacher feature on TBN
That you need to be liking or listening.
The real superstar is Jesus Christ.
He's the way, He's the truth and the life.
One day he's gonna split the sky.
He is the brightest light and the highest high.
And so what I came to say,
And what I'm telling you is,
Don't buy that stupid stuff they be selling ya.
It's all designed to fill your head
And waste your space until you're dead.
Here's the bottom line
In my rhyme:
Give your life to God
While there's still time.