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Lisa Miller Poem
Your Champions Cry,
I know of your indifference
Nailed your future to the cross
You looked away while He suffered
The devil laughed.
I know your indifference continues day to day
You turn your back to love
Goodness knocks on the door-
Peeks around the corner.
You shut your eyes and scurry down the street.
Your time is so precious.
The angels cry for your missed opportunities.
The devil gets a wild smirk on his face.
How long do you plan on living in darkness?
Walk away from blindness into the light.
Come into the light, my child;
I've been waiting for you.
Come to the one who walks through the fire with you.
Open your eyes to your champion.
"With God we will gain the victory, and He will trample down our enemies"
Psalms 60:12(NIV)
Copyright © Lisa Miller | Year Posted 2024
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Lisa Miller Poem
If I am walking down the street would you even recognize me?
"No" you say.
I wonder why?
Could it be because I do not understand myself yet?
As I am walking around the city among the crowds and noise, I feel lost.
My footprint is the only evidence showing I am here.
Each of us are so unique, our hair is numbered by The Master Creator Himself.
We are one of a kind, a limited edition you might say.
We each make a unique footprint on this earth.
I need time to create, or better yet, get to know myself before I can expect someone else to know me.
If you passed me on the street, would you even know me?
Do I even matter?
I am a beautiful mess.
We go into the world to find beauty only to fail ourselves because we pass by without seeing our own.
My journey is shaped uniquely to fit me.
Does anyone know me?
It is a puzzling road I am on.
So how can we expect someone else to know who we are when we remain a a mystery to ourselves?
I am fragile and unique like a jewel, one of a kind.
I have been molded and shaped by The Master's Hand.
Each footstep I take reveals the secrets and mysteries of me and brings me one step closer to understanding myself.
I am flawed, scarred and a beautiful mess.
If you passed me on the sidewalk, would you even know me?
I walk beside you everyday.
Do you even notice me?
We can walk away from each other but not ourselves as it is impossible to abandon yourself.
Let's leave our messy life in The Master's Hand for Him to mold and shape.
Do you know me?
The Master Creator does.
Do you know each other?
Let Him reveal our life story.
With the help of The Master's Hand, our messy lives could turn into a beautiful surprise.
I can hardly wait for it: can you?
We are no longer lost or alone if we are in The Master's Hand.
Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story...
-- Psalm 107;2( NIV)
Copyright © Lisa Miller | Year Posted 2024
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"Insights from Heaven,"
Prayer is a pathway to a rich and meaningful life in which time has no meaning.
Once someone starts a life of payer they are changed forever.
There is no going back.
The insights gained from the world around them are so powerful it is consuming.
When you have a life of payer you have a huge responsibility for those around you.
Prayer is the first line of defense for the heart and soul.
Otherwise they are left bruised and bleeding on the side of life's highway.
Prayer is to the soul what oxygen is to the heart life.
Whether we realize it or not we are actually comforted in the knowledge that someone we hold dear those who hold us up to the throne of heaven.
They care for us so deeply that they will seek daily solitude to strengthen their own relationship with the Lord.
In doing so they touch heaven for us. Our lives become more clear and focused.
Throughout their lives they have learned to to slip their hands into the Father's hand.
They help us not to drown in our daily struggles.
Our family, friends and neighbors uplift our concerns as much as possible.
Prayer will bring healing and strength to those who are weary.
God's love will flow from your heart to theirs to show that they are highly treasured.
His love has supernatural power and will bring life to those who honor Him.
Knowing the Father is always available.
It is a beautiful gift He bestows upon us.
"For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing."
2 Cor 2:15 (NIV)
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Copyright © Lisa Miller | Year Posted 2024
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