Lovie Divine Poet Rhyme

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Prescribed reading Joseph the Dreamer’s Story: Genesis 37-50. 

I dare not disbelieve that serendipity consequentially had been the wait in the story of my life; speaking in the natural for those who cannot see or understand the conceptual speaking spiritually. It is more simple to say that it is God’s awaited and appointed destiny awarded, as it had been longed for, believed for, seemingly for a lifetime.

And nothing spoken, though seemingly hindered, or delayed, can ever stop what God has appointed; it will come in due season. There had to be a process. Like for Joseph, in the day of his serendipity, the work in his heart was already done, showing that forgiveness was present when punishment for what had been done to him could have been rewarded of him to his brothers.

Surely, when he shared his dreams, there was one who believed and resented it, one who disbelieved altogether, and one who believed but closed his mouth, ears and eyes, saying nothing to defend, doing nothing to try and stop the evil being done to his brother, making him guilty the same. Joseph, through the work of God’s hand, saving him, delivering him, and elevating him, forgave them all. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Serendipity

SERENDIPITY 

Serendipity, a promise of destiny, 
In the middle of the night, you dream,
You cry every time, for the revelation to find,
God’s promise, Word spoken, dreams dreaned.

Is this finally my day, tears will be wiped away,
like the day of love finally appearing,
Lonely hearts reunite, against all odds despite,
Tests and trials like the burns of a searing.

It began with a spoil, words sown in the soil, 
spoken within little ears, outpoured,
Overtime years throughout, 
questioning character and doubt, 
tongues burning our forest in the name of the Lord, 

Outside looking in, where did it all begin, 
upon a man, his son and his wife.
Casted aside, and in for the ride,
Still would never trade or despise,
one day, of his life in Christ.

Unspoken grudges and blame, though loving the same, 
family scattered, by events unreal.
Crucified behind closed doors, 
praying and pacing the floors, 
for the warmth and love one can no longer feel.

Then finally serendipity, days of destiny, 
The evil days, to never return.
Pictures of family now stored, 
though lovingly adored,
reflecting love with a memorable burn.

Remember, gifts of love, weighed in the balance above,
God knows the entire truth of your story.
God hears every Word, Holy Spirit little bird, 
Conversations recorded in glory,

Serendipity, pray His will be your destiny,  
Touch not His anointed, 
whom God hath approved,
God doesn’t need your endorsement, 
so reserve the resentment,
Tread softly, so thy head be not removed.

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