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FINDING GOD

FINDING GOD My hungry heart and thirsty soul yearns for refill... Darkness and light roll then turn me up and down. Laughter and cries conjure caress my being in shrill. Gaping aghast to running rush caused a run-down! Yet, You my God comforted me 'neath water tides try. In trials and confusion, Your Sovereign a rock still. To shaky hope and weakness, Your grace empowers my will. The wilderness brings forth spring when I found yea... Hearing the sweetness of your voice in silence unfolds truth - healing wells of pains and woes... Heaven's breath by blossoms smell brought no shyness of searching... finding... knowing You more and more... Stars and moon shine along with my life's lamp shall bow in praise and worship, the deepest reverence I can offer. Thanking you until my life is done, my forever vow. As finding You, my God within labyrinths sets order... (c)Olive Eloisa 4:11am August 10. 2013 FIRST PLACE, GLORY TO GOD!!! CONTEST: FINDING GOD SPONSOR: Gale Angel Doyle Inspired by Biblical Verses: *Acts 17:27: That they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, **Matthew 7:8 = For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. ***Jeremiah 33:3 - call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.

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In Search

I am a character
In search of my author
Walking great distances in a circle
Wishing for a plot
Wanting a destination
Perhaps a soliloquy
Please fill my lips with your words

If you wish I will play the fool
You be my King
I am yours to rule

For too long
I have been without a script
From a confused heart my thoughts have dripped
Within your story I wish to be gripped

The Author of me
From whom I have roamed
Through your scriptures I will comb
Till I learn the lines that lead me home
As I study please capture my mind
Till within my spirit we are intertwined
Light from light no longer blind

You are the beginning and completion of me
Apart from you I cease to be
Thankyou, Thankyou for helping me see
The part of Your story written for me


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A Poem of Ruth

The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a distant, unknown land:
Once so secure, yet now compelled to roam;
Once rich in love, she treads through foreign sands.
Her weary feet move forward but by faith;
For all left to her name is mere belief:
Mind, heart so far away she seems a wraith-
Love, happiness- all taken by a thief.

When, sometime since, her heart had broke in two,
The path of life, once single, parted way;
Forsake she could, but this she would not do-
All else was gone- with mother she would stay:
"Intreat me not to leave thee," was her plea,
"For whither thou wilt go, there will I; pray
Forbid me not to follow after thee,
For where thou lodgest I would also stay:
"Thy people shall be mine, thy God my God;
And where thou liest, I will gladly lie
Beside thee, overhead the selfsame sod;
That even then thou mightest be closeby.

"And so they twain walk on, hand clasped in hand;
Both hold the only thing they yet possess:
The younger but a stranger in the land,
An enemy, a widow in distress.

She rose before the sun to find a place
Where she might gather barley ears and wheat;
A field where she might find some needed grace
To gather for their winter store of meat:
Then Boaz comes from Bethlehem, and see,
He tarries with the reapers of the wheat:
He comes to Ruth and says, "Hear'st not thou me?
Remain until the harvest is complete:
"Go not from hence, but in my fields abide,
And let thine eyes be on the field they reap;
Behold, these maidens thou may'st work beside,
And near the reapers thou may'st ever keep."
Then to her face she fell, and wond'ringly
Asked why to her, a stranger, was so kind;
And he replied that she unfailingly
Had cleaved unto her mother with one mind,
And left her father, mother, and the soil
Of her nativity, and kissed the dust
Of some strange land wherein she meant to toil;
Forsaking gods of Moab God to trust:
"The Lord," said he, "reward thee for thy deeds,
 And recompense thy labour and thy love:
The God of Israel answer all thy needs,
And make his wings a shelter from above."
 Then said the maid, "My lord, please let me find
Some grace and favour in thy blessed sight,
For that thou hast been friendly, spoken kind,
And I am but a stranger in the night."
Then Boaz said, "At mealtime here abide;
Rest in the shade, come, sit with us and dine:
So down she sat, a reaper on each side;
She ate her wheat and dipped her bread in wine.
Then Ruth arose, and to her work she leaves:
The master thus commands his servant men,
"Let this young maid glean e'en among the sheaves;
Rebuke her not, for she shall come again;
And let some handfuls fall onto the ground,
There let them lie for my sake and for hers
That she may glean and plenty may be found;
For reasons she has need of it are pure."
And as she worked, Ruth knew not what a sight
Of beauty and of diligence she made,
As in the golden field in sunset's light
She bowed her head and knelt as if she prayed.

It came to pass that in his fields she stayed
Until the end of barley harvest came,
When mother told the lovely little maid
To seek for his provision and his name.
She washed and dripped an oil filled with sweet
Perfumes of wild roses on her face:
She had not much; her beauty was complete
With but her finest clothes to seek his grace.
Her braided hair shone brighter than the gem
That never graced her soft and shapely form;
Her eyes, they sparkled brighter than the hem
Of gold and pearls that she had never worn:
Thus Ruth went down unto the threshing floor
Where Boaz winnowed barley till the night,
And peeked at him so shyly 'round the door;
She never let him leave her searching sight.
His workday done, the master ate and drank;
With happiness his heart was full when fed:
Then by a heap of wheat he went and sank
Into the furry robes that made his bed;
And Ruth, a while watching till he sleep
Kept vigil from a stone used as a seat,
Till when his eyes had closed and sleep was deep
She lifted up the cover from his feet
And softly laid her down and dreamed of brides
Until the watchman struck a dozen beats,
And being startled, Boaz woke and spied
A woman sleeping at his very feet:
"Who art thou?" queried he in sleepy voice;
"Thine handmaid, Ruth," was her unsure reply;
Then blessed he her for wise and kindly choice,
For passing poor and rich young fellows by.
"And now, my daughter, gladly shall I do
According to thy wishes, for all here
Consider thee as virtuous and true;
Howbeit, there is one to thee more near,
A kinsman who must duly have his say:
If he decline, then rest assured I will
Perform the part of kinsman." So she lay
Down at his feet, and both were quiet, still.

In grey of early morning she arose,
Before a face could be discernéd there;
To keep from what some people might suppose
And who might stand along the road to stare:
Then Boaz said, "Bring here the vail thou hast
Upon thy head and hold it in thy hand:
Six times the barley measure filled and passed
From heap to vail as much as she could stand.
Then Boaz went up to the city gate
To find the nearer kinsman, whom he sought,
To see if he would purchase the estate
Of Ruth, and she herself, but he could not;
So Boaz purchased all the widows' land;
The houses, barns, and fields, though overgrown;
And bought what pleased him most, Ruth's comely hand
To cherish and to make his very own:
Then Boaz went to find the handmaid, Ruth
And lift her from a servant to a wife;
To love her in all tenderness and truth
In every day God blessed them both with life.



[By Isaiah Zerbst. Published 9/7/14. Parts of poem have been removed due to soup's limitations.]





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Rabbits on the Ark

God told old Noah to build an ark,
To make it out of gopher bark.
Noah did as he was asked,
And worked until he completed the task.

Then God told Noah to gather the beasts,
Two of every kind, the hes and the shes,
So that when the earth is dry again,
They can procreate, new life begin.

All the animals were good, except for the rabbits.
Though small and cute, they had some bad habits.
Quiet and stealthy, they would roam around,
Hiding in dark corners where they weren't easily found.

You might be wondering how bunnies could be bad,
But you need to remember the reputation they have.
Hiding in the shadows, what do you think they're doing?
They're not playing hop scotch - they're cuddling and wooing.

Now cuddling and wooing isn't such a bad thing,
But rabbits are known for quickly multiplying.
Though Noah tried to keep the bunnies apart,
He was no match for their affairs of the heart.

So when it came time, the ark to depart,
The animals came out two by two like the start.
Two by two they strolled off the ark,
After being cooped up, getting out was a lark.

But then came the rabbits and to Noah's dismay,
Not two but hundreds were coming his way.
Then the Lord told them all to be fruitful and multiply.
Noah looked at the rabbits and let out a sigh.


Kim Merryman  6/11/13
For Robert Heemstra's "Noah's Ark" contest

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Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 

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The Merry Go Round of Earth

One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.

Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play hide and seek
in the nighttime meadow.

Training wheels lay abandoned -
youthful eyes bear cornea confidence.
The silver spokes whistle through copper leaves -
once in a lifetime decadence.

August stars say their last farewell
in glorious beelines.
Whilst wrinkled fingers grasp the moon
in delicious daytime.

A woman dressed in white walks down the aisle -
her father proudly flaunts.
As a preacher recites Scripture at a funeral:
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want...

A newborn's laugh lights the whole world up
with effortless ease.
Whilst a pair of liver-spotted legs
unbuckles its knees.

One takes the first step -
the other reaches the end of the line.
One is a wealth of wisdom -
and the other is a gift divine.

Tiny toes to caress the sand,
ashes to sprinkle in the sea -
as if Nature itself has read aloud
Ecclesiastes Three.

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Heart

No money to spend.
	No gifts to give
	I felt I failed my little kid
	
	Then she looked up and smiled, 
	With nothing under the tree

	But a loaf of bread for breakfast 
	And a cup of unsweetened tea.
	She said, I know times are hard.
	But I don’t care, I only want Christmas
	If you are there.

	That was the sweetest part,
	Then I realized Christmas come from with in the heart.

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God to the game

Gods power and might is both fierce and frightening
Like action follows thought and thunder follows lightning
Through raging bulls and triggers pulled
Weak ones fall and fools get fooled
Rising up like the sun now the prophets all play
I call upon the lord
I'm bringing God to the game

Ruthless rulers bring serpent stings
Waging black death wars upon wicked wings
Sending barbaric beasts to bloody battlefields
Where fears turn to fire and fates get sealed
With blood on their boots and bullets in their brains
I call upon the lord
I'm bringing God to the game

From thrones of terror their tyranny thrives
Their madness it grows and it multiplies
Those dragons of destruction...they do the devils deal
Making the wrong seem right
Making the false seem real
Feasting on fear they burn and they bake
I call upon the lord
I'm bringing God to the game

Like gladiators and giant slayers
Smashing and slashing those hellions and haters
For to live is Christ and to die is gain
I call upon the lord
I'm bringing God to the game

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Fall from Grace A Roundel

Before the beginning of time when Chaos ruled Hell and Night
Into the depths of this Cosmos, a Paradise, perfectly placed.
Above this darkness, a heaven drawn forth in a burst of light
Before the beginning of time

From the Garden of Eden, henceforth, Adam and Eve were disgraced
Lo!  A fallen angel  changed himself to a serpent in Eve’s sight
Banished, they fled before God to a wilderness, forever displaced.

Forbidden fruit had shown them the difference of wrong from right.
In Pandemonia,  Demons conspired, sin and death be interlaced.
God sacrificed his Son to save them  - from Hell's eternal plight.
Before the beginning of time

Suzanne Delaney

For Suzette Crous
Roundel Competition

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CHARIOT OF FIRE a collab with PAUL CALLUS

CHARIOT OF FIRE I stand in silence and behold the sight, staring in wonder, waiting for thunder. A chariot of fire travels through the night. The white-winged horses gallop in full flight pulling at the reins; flowing are their manes I stand in silence and behold the sight. Where are they going? There’s a shining light leading all the way, so they will not stray. A chariot of fire travels through the night amidst the heaven where in pure delight resides the Master, the sweetest lover, I stand in silence and behold the sight; Blessings whisked to amble slowly with plight; heartbeats race to sway, courage on display. A chariot of fire travels through the night armoured by God’s spirit. They ride like knights fearless from pain; victory, their peak gain. I stand in silence and behold the sight; a chariot of fire travels through the night. ©P.A. Callus and O. E. Guillermo Written last 5:07 pm, November 17, 2014

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IMPOSSIBLES ARE POSSIBLE

IMPOSSIBLES ARE POSSIBLE

T h  o  u  s  a  n d  steps, 
    I...must boldly take!
Should I stumble, again
  I  will not succumb.  I must take..
    To climb heaven's gate, I must make.

  to how long, Oh how long...
     minutes, hours,
           days or years?
   I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
I will stand firm over flowing storms blow.
    I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
   I am hopeful... I am waiting on You, Lord.
    
My soulful heaven intercourse ....
     I pray: "My God, Oh God, guide me to increase"
As raw river rumblings, the appealing gust chimes my peace.

 Winters' biting cold
         Springs' vibrating show glow
    Summers' chanting heat..
        Autumns' bell rings both life and death 
All the season changes waves both smiles and tears
    Still, I am kneeling down clasping both my hands tight
        Trusting You that soon  [God, very soon]
 Your grace is there to bend and mend
     always, always You are at hand...

Salty crystals may glisten through my eyes
    Arms, I will raise high - my whole surrender cry
I believe. Patiently waiting for You `~
    joy, success and peace unto my life, You'll drew...

Whenever temptations lure me frightening my heart 
   stirring, shaking and shattering even my mind...
     Then notes from song's music fade
      Still, I will try... [God, I will try]not to be  fully swayed
 I know...  Your Breathing words are the sweetest..
    Your Living Words: my double edge sword
Everyday to be experienced and explored not ignored.

Past shadows-
  They are foes my God
     Causing shame and cross
Hungry gnawing lions surrounding me
  They are all ready. Ready. Ready to consume the fire in me.
       but, Through You..Through You Oh God.  [I believe.]
My poor tempest-tossed soul will be save
      for sins iron chains, I will break free then rise.

So long as I have breathe, my mouth shall fret
With You Oh God,  with You,  all things are possible...

***Inspired by Psalm
40:

1 I waited patiently for the Lord;   
  he turned to me and heard my cry.
2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
  out of the mud and mire; he set my
feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
3 He put a new song. in my mouth,
  a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
  and put their trust in him

And Matthew 19:26 - With man this is impossible but with God all things are 
possible..

© O. E. Guillermo
10:09 AM
AUGUST 16, 2014

Sponsor	Regina Riddle
Contest Name	Bible -
Placed 2nd






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Gods Gift

                     God's Gift

God's gift starts out with just a white light, a blank canvas, an idea ready to take 
flight, the ink touches down with a swipe, this is how He begins our life.

He painted rocky mountains, rolling hills, and grassy fields.  As paint dripped 
from his brush and fell so abrupt, creating rivers and brooks.  Then an ocean 
came to be, the biggest wonder you will ever see.

God stopped and pondered , what don't I see and then wondered, animals this is 
what it will be, some for the land and some for the sea.

God struck his canvas with a flick of his brush flowers and trees as far as you 
could see.  Then looked at himself and created you and me just like he had 
seen.  The greatest accomplishment a human being. 

Six days of lust an idea that came from a brush.  All has been created including 
us.  The seventh day this is a must a day of rest.  One day out of a week and 
four days out of a month.  This is the day we pray and thank him for showing us 
the way, to his home, heaven you see, that's where we all want to be.  This is 
God's gift to you and me.

Genesis 1.1 the New Testament 

By
   Rowdy
            Yates


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The POET-A-THON charity

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more .... well just more
Worse than global warming even, worse than climate change
Yes, there are poets out there who can not afford even words

Poets who cant express their sadness
Their joy
Their visions
And yes, you, you the viewer can fix that
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You can sponsor a poor poet
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Including those fancy photos
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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Frozen embers still are burning;
Deep inside, my heart is yearning
For revival, the returning
Of man's heart before the fall:
Man and woman, disobeying
Lost the heart for which I'm praying,
Pure and holy, never straying-
Take my heart, Lord, take it all.

Frozen embers now are burning,
Fanned to flames by heaven's learning,
Good and evil things discerning
By the Spirit and the Word.
Fan the embers dim and dying;
Breathe in me, I tire of trying:
All my efforts end in sighing,
But through You is joy secured.

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Our Limited Understanding

What did he mean
when he said
turn the other cheek?
Does it mean
violence isn't the answer
and peace is always the way?

Is it to deny the natural
carnal response?
To challenge the older laws
that have long been ensconced?

Maybe it's a come on
to the ungodly
"Give me what you got
I have no need to be afraid."
Maybe he meant
our bones are fragile
but our hope is not?
It shall never rust nor decay.

Surely a punch in the face
is no threat to one's life.
If a man put a gun to your wife
would you just let her die??

(surely life is precious
but God have mercy
should it come to this)

Should we cast down our weapons,
trade them for pruning hooks?
Is that what Jesus meant?
Or perhaps, maybe,
it begs you to take a deeper look.
and gaze at the wisdom God has sent.

Does it not surely mean that hatred
can't be snuffed out
by more hatred?
There are many trials we go through
but one thing we must know
is that love should always be sacred.

When he stated
Ye are the Light of the World
does that not imply
that the world itself is DARKNESS?
It's a gloomy forbidding place
with many pricks and thorns:
why add to the harshness?

For now it seems
we see through a glass darkly.
Having trouble deciphering
the passages and what they meant.
What about Romans 13
where it says, Execute vengeance
against those who do evil?
To whom is it referring
and to what extent?

Our limited understanding
leaves us grounded.



NOTE: This was written in response (and inspiration) to Liam McDaid's poem titled Thou Shalt Not Kill. It's a very fascinating topic, and one where I don't quite have answers...

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Morning Dew

       Morning Dew

Does no one the depth of this darkness
Of it's presence within our mist
So heavy it rains on the Glory of life
We choose to let it be
Not to see 
Words of choice
To hide it from display
It will grow
From seed 
To plant 
To tree
It's roots of hate have already captured some 
I thought these souls were safe from harm
But now they have joined and seem bound to the roots that have entangled them
No where 
To run 
To hide
The daylight grows darker daily as it struggles to survive 
How can mankind repeat these atrocities over an over
Justifying their hate in any form 
We have learned nothing
For our young we create the gift
Of hope
Of love
So wondrous in the  morning dew
Why have we chosen again and again to embrace the darkness

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Wish I was in a better place

 
Wish i was in a better place. To survive myself from this case. I know it is just a phase, till I get God's grace. I think I'm sounding ungrateful. It's just that sometimes it gets painful. I should thank God and stay faithful, 'cause graceful days are coming peaceful.

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WHAT MORE CAN I SAY


BY STREET CRIES

DEAR FATHER GOD I COME BEFORE YOUR THRONE 
NO INTERCESSORY PRAY JUST ME ALONE

I LIKE TO START OFF BY GIVEN PRAISE TO YOUR NAME 
THANKING YOU FOR CHANGE
ITS BY YOUR LOVING GRACE THAT MY LIFE HAS BROKEN CHAINS

NO MORE DEEP DEPRESSION OR PAIN
WITH PROGRESSION I SLOWLY OVER CAME
THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT CAUSED UNBEARABLE SHAME

EVEN THOUGH LIFE IS'NT PERFECT I WONT COMPLAIN 
YOU SEE ME THROUGH WHEN IT STORMS AND RAINS
CAUSE OF THAT VICTORY I PROCLAIM 

THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB IGNITES LIFE IN MY VEINS
ITS SIMPLE AND PLAIN OVER ALL CREATION FATHER YOU REIGN
SACRIFICE OF THE SON MAKE JEWS AND GENTILES THE SAME 

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS THE BLAME
THE RESULT IS ETERNAL LIFE TO GAIN
MY SITE YOU REARRANGED 

POURING OUT BLESSING FROM HEAVENS WINDOW PANE 
FORGIVING MY TRANSGRESSIONS REMOVING THE STAINS
YOU SEE ALL THAT I DO YET YOUR LOVE STILL REMAINS
AMEN

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Emergent

How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort the carnal ear.
Marketing Christ’s love without his conviction,
Left willful in sin with nothing to fear.

In half doctrines and custom alter calls,
Prostituting the truth with all forms of prosperity.
Akin to seeding hookers in the chambers of Heaven.
Deceived to death twice by hand and blasphemy.

Feeding wolves from among your own flocks.
In the banquets of ancient mystics and bride Blavatsky,
Word of Faith gorging on their mammon,
Left choking in an insatiable eternity.

A culture’s blue concessions are gone, 
Giving more choices leaving Paul’s letters unread.
No church discipline or discernment left,
Testaments of burning flesh that once bled.

Refusing to submit to be broken.
Fading old blessings from past obedience.
Confusing favor with common grace,
Hypocrisy’s retribution birthed decadence.

Millions claiming the found life of the few,
In every eulogy and requiem,
Lukewarm afterthoughts of the Son,
Losing everything by never knowing him.

Despising the light of the living truth,
Lobotomizing guilt with the scalpel of ignorance.
Finding solace in the darkness of mystery.
Death marches infectious rainbows of tolerance.

Redefining roles and covenants in hemorrhaging lies
Under the pretense of the modern states,
Illusions of enlightenment killing somatic slaves.
Relativism’s heart courting the things he hates.

Enticed by the delusions of utopias,
Bound in the fables of autonomy.
Throats upon The two-edged sword,
In this American tragedy
-------------------------------------------------------
12.04.14

This poem attempts to capture the Fundamentalist view on certain issues with other movements within Christianity.  Also, the man in the crevasse, chose a different kind of faith than you may have assumed.

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A SACRED PLACE

This monstrous life cannot defeat my purpose.
I am here to do God’s work.
The message he sends in daily living unearths.
I am solidified not to dissolve down a disastrous path.
Seclusion is amongst the butterflies with tranquility of a grandeur faith.
I spread my wings on a nature walk to achieve a blissful saturation.
Fulfilled I am in determination.
No more do I need to define self-worth.
The privacy I have was earned.
You see I talked to the Lord when I was alone to gain inner peace.
In prayer, I isolated myself.
Just as The Word says, aloneness is necessary to accomplish solitude.
Therefore, I found my resting place amongst the trees.

This monstrous life cannot defeat my purpose.
I am here to do the Lord's work.
My wings are foreseen and my life is for a greater determination.
____________________________________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 05, 2014!
FORM: ANAPHORA

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When You Stumble

When you fall, fall into the arms of Jesus.

When you rise, rise on the wings of a bird,
                                                give him the glory.
When you think of love, feel love in your heart,
                                               give thanks to the source.
When you find yourself amidst hatred and selfishness,
                                               be the light other souls long for.
When you feel afraid, alone, less than who you want to be,
                                              pray to him,  who knows your worth,
                                              seek his counsel on the wings of eagles.
When life becomes a burden and you are weary in body and soul,
                                               find peace, comfort and rest in the shelter of
                                               his mightiness then soar high above this world.
When you feel guilt, shame, and carry the weight of an unforgivable past, 
                                               repent and feel the joy of his forgiving grace, then,
                                                                                                                     forgive yourself.
When you stumble, reach for his hand, let your loving Father help and guide you.
                                               Share his love with others and love will come back to you.

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Us Vs Them

Laying down kindergarten knowledge for all too see
Fish they have fins, and birds they have wings
Standing against the crowd, boasting banners of equality
Daring to discern the difference of things!

You plant a seed into an egg
and lo and behold something grows!
A man is a man,
a woman is a woman.
And they call me a bigot for claiming so.

(our self esteem so fragile
a gentle breeze and were shattered)

Unisex Toilets and Male Pronoun Hysteria
'him' and 'he' sending shivers down our spines
our profound differences carelessly intertwined
Servants to non-overlapping magisteria:
God is Love and God Was Never Real
Love is Love as well as Carnal Appeal

Muddied into grayness,
neither this nor that.
We threw away it's importance
at the drop of a hat.

It's a cause for celebration
when a girl becomes a wife.
Not cause for demonization
of a "stereotypical" life.
Christ is the Head
and the Man is runner up.
Not chauvinism,
but Scripture's order of love.

Let us not degrade ourselves
by boasting sameness
lest we forget the gifts we're given.
But be you in the Truth
and there is no difference.
IT'S NOT US VS. THEM!

But God searching Men
Women, Children.
Our hearts are not hidden
from his wisdom.



NOTE: I never wrote about this topic before... but it's been on my mind lately. I know in this day 'n' age I'll probably be scorned for writing such a piece, but let me conclude with a quote from Voltaire:

I do not agree with what you have to say,
but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.

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That Most Blessed of Nights

“O my husband, it’s been a long trip,”
The voice was soft and almost pleading.
“It won’t be long now, my Dear”
Joseph glanced tenderly up at his wife.
She sat atop a shabby-looking donkey
Her outer garments pulled tightly about her body.

The City of David – Bethlehem – House of Bread
What a suitable beginning for the Bread of Life
Neither of these two weary travelers
Really understood the full weight of these events
They simply trusted the God who had spoken
“You shall call His name, Jesus.”

It seemed so unreal to them both
That the ancient Words would be fulfilled
In their insignificant lives.
Joseph and Mary – two incredibly ordinary people.
I’m sure that Heaven filled with laughter
As the angels pondered the irony of such wisdom.

As they entered the city, darkness was descending
Fires and lights flickered throughout the streets
And the tired donkey stumbled over the stones
“Lodging, please?” was the repeated appeal
The answer always the same, “No room.”
No room – then or now – for Heaven’s Son.

Finally – a small, dark stable on the town’s edge
No furnishings except straw and rough mangers
And yet, on that most blessed of all nights
God’s eternal plan began to unfold
Looking like an ordinary child – but oh my
The Creator of the universe arrived.

The star blazed brilliantly filling the sky with light
The Light of the world had come at last.
“Behold!” shouted the heavenly messenger
“Come see what Jehovah has done”
The shepherds quivered and trembled
As songs of praise and adoration rang out.

Running joyfully to Bethlehem
The first visitors to see the newborn King
Untidy, lowly workers of the fields
But hearts aglow with the wonderful message
No gifts except themselves  
Exactly what God still desires.

Wise men from afar
Believing the prophecies they had found
Came bearing precious gifts
And rejoiced in what they found
How sad, the wise and rich of Jerusalem
Missed the events of that most blessed night.

Behold! – Immanuel! – God IS with us!
That’s the glorious story of that most blessed of nights.
Not only millennia ago – but now, today, tonight
God sent His only Begotten Son – for you, for me
That we might have everlasting life!
What gift will you bring to Heaven’s King?  Yourself?



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A PLACE IN THE SUN

Isaiah saw the Lord very high – very lifted up
Saw the glory of God – totally filling the Temple
And it transformed Isaiah’s life completely.
Now he could answer the call for God’s service
Willing now to go in Jehovah’s power – not his own.
How do you view Christ your Redeemer today?
As God Almighty – Creator of the universe?
Or simply as a Baby in the manger of Bethlehem?
Or a miracle worker of ancient times?
Or just a man dying a repulsive death on a cross?
Is He just an historical figure to you?
Yes, He is Bethlehem’s Babe, Galilee’s Miracle man
And God dying a painful death on Calvary.
He lived and died millennia ago – for you – for me.
But He hasn’t been dead all these thousands of years,
They laid Him in a borrowed tomb –
But He burst forth – alive in wondrous power!
Beyond the grasp of death and the grave!
He broke the grip of the enemy and won the victory.
He showed Himself alive for many days
And ascended back to the Right Hand of God the Father.
He sent back that mighty power – The Holy Spirit
To live within our hearts and lives every day.
Now, can you envision Him today – very high and lifted up?
Will you bow before Him in worship as Isaiah did?
See yourself lowly and powerless – Him all powerful?
For you see, we must decrease while He increases
So that our hearts become His home – with Him on the Throne.
And we present our bodies as a living, holy sacrifice,
Which because of His mercies, is a wise response.
So that we are not conformed to this wicked world,
But that we become transformed in word and deed
By the same Power that raised Jesus from the dead,
Which now lives within our mortal bodies!
Does He live and reign in your heart and life every day?
Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Savior?
What then shall you do with Jesus who is called Christ?

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Christmas

People filled with a lot of joy,
Kids writing down their favorite toy,
Santa comes as jolly as can be,
Leaving presents under the tree,
But what it's really about is not the toy,
It's about our savior the little boy.
The little boy is the reason,
For this wonderful Christmas season.
People laugh and Carolers sing,
Angels fly and sprout their wings,
People rejoice and sing on this day,
The day he was put in the manger to lay.