She is called by appointment
Not by device of man
She travels in spirit
Any way she can
No one knows the day or hour
When the soul stands in presence
Court is moving in session
Weighing submission to essence
As patterns emerge and dance
As though the party is eternal
TRUTH sees the fear without judgement
And LOVE weighs loosh around the supernal
Response is without matter
And happens according to heart
If the soul stands against LOVE
Grace is lifted and Karmic law does it's part
...to deliver seed
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-23-2026
Rage..rage rage.!!! Damn her' damn.. I just
Saw an old clip of the chattering classes
bimbo..Nimbo whatever i rage rage rage
In my mind and soul.' At her
atrosciousness, at the bloody mess she
Leaves in her wake.' Savage
is my chest.'
Is
the dish she did offer 'anti-dose'
give stuffed
With opportunity, to engender gen-o-cide
The dirty truth is seen, they will appear..
At this harridns death-bed the thousands
Of victims locked away to die alone.' The children
She terrorized.Before God a parody of
real empathy..With matricidal tones. Is it
Ten or thirty or fifty thousand you victimized
Reid.? Grrrr grrr oh my mind is bubbling
my spirit is eager to see her dis-harmony
And disconnection from balanced society
And stayt a right charlie he is also guilty.)
Fear of the Lord
Love of the Father
Spirit of God
The Word speaks to me
Your Word speaks through me
With Him in me
No amount of trying
In your name crying
Bold into the contact
Holy is the fact
Worship clothed in love
Transformed into Jesus
Christ the character of love
This house be filled
Don’t let me remain
All I want is you
Fill me with your glory
Love is what binds us
Together with the Lord
Unity is the most high
Mountain of Heaven’s peace
Holy holy holy
Thank you Jesus
Abide in your presence
Shaken crushed be pressed
Pour over my soul
With Holy anointing oil
Enlarge my tent peg
Blow the trumpet
Unblemished lamb
Watchman on the wall
Mercy at your feet, Jesus
The name above all else
The way of the humble
The steps of the meek
Singing praises with angels
Hallowed be your name
Thirsty
Draw from the well
A little bit of new
I’m a king’s kid
(By ScottM during church 12/3/25)
As one travels through life believing
having faith in God for all He's worth
troubles come and go with ups and downs
but God remains faithful and keeps you first
Since the day I first believed in Jesus
God has always assured me He will abide
next to me wherever I am Jesus is there
no matter my feelings in Christ I can confide
Despite my battles with my stammer
God's assured me of His love so deep
for He accepts me just as I am
whatever mountains come, Christ will keep
In life and death, the Lord abides
His light shines through the gloom bright
Jesus holds His cross before my eyes
such joy and glory, a beautiful sight
This hymn written by H.F. Lyte is so inspiring
it held me up when I thought I was beat
with the Lord, I always have the majority
O Lord abide in me to keep me on my feet
(This piece is based on the hymn 'Abide With Me' by Henry F. Lyte (1793-1847), a Scottish Anglican hymnist and poet.
Especially the final verse of the hymn.
"Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.").
In shadows deep where sorrows creep,
I call to You in whispered plea,
O gentle light, my heart's delight,
Abide with me, dear Jesus, be.
Through stormy nights and trials fierce,
When hope seems lost like distant stars,
Your love my shield; Your grace revealed,
Will guide me past these worldly scars.
When burdens weigh and fears invade,
And darkness veils the path I tread,
With every breath I seek Your rest—
Abide with me; let courage spread.
In quiet moments ‘neath the trees,
Where nature sings in soft refrain,
Your presence stills each anxious thought—
A balm that heals all of my pain.
As seasons turn and rivers flow,
Through joy and grief Your hand will lead;
In every tear and silent prayer—
Abide with me; fulfill this need.
So here I stand in faith’s embrace,
With open heart to welcome Thee.
My Savior kind—forever bind:
In love's sweet song abide with me.
The light in the darkness; my bright beacon of hope.
My safe refuge and shelter, where I can cope.
Oh Father, Most High, I offer You praise!
I give you my heart, all of my days.
And You say, “ Abide in Me.”
So I abide in Thee.
Father
Creator
Master
Friend
I love Thee!
Love, Me…
Amen.
Fill My Cup
In sorrow You fill my Cup
And it overflows
And in my grief, You come
To comfort me
When I'm down in the valley
You make mountains rise
And in your great love, Oh Lord,
I will abide.
So fill my Cup with sadness, Lord,
Let it overflow
Because You are teaching me
What I need to know
You Fill my heart with laughter
To ease the ache inside
And in your great truth oh Lord
I will abide
Fill my Cup with pain, Lord,
Let the tears fall down
So one day I'll understand
This joy all around
In sorrow I bow
But in joy I'll arise
And in your great mercy, Lord,
I will abide
To know the joy of reaching up so high
First we must walk through the valley
And climb the mountain side
And in our great Lord
We must abide, we must abide.
— Their adulterous ones too?
— Are mothers' love and wives' faith
The same or synonymous?
2.27.2024
No comments, please!
Surely, my King, will come save me,
from all ills and hurt, that frail thee.
Under his wings, may I reside -
'For my God, in me, does abide.'
My ever-faithful God indeed,
whose promises always succeed.
So I need not fear, dusk nor rise -
'For my God, in me, does abide.'
May the Lord be my dwelling place,
and save me, through his saving grace.
May angels guard my every side -
'For my God, in me, does abide.'
May you, oh Lord, be my true guide -
'For my God, in me, does abide.'
(Based on Psalm 91)
02.25.2024
How far away the winds have blown
So many of the loves I’ve known
So many of the seasoned hearts
That cradled me through stops and starts
So far away the scattered leaves
In thoughts upon a breast that heaves
For love as I now reminisce
So needed at a time like this
When feeling loosened and untied
As flowers, one by one, have died
And gardens filled of what I know
Feel likely not to ever grow
Yet winds may blow to spread the seed
Again to flourish all I need
Once love begins, it will remain
Another life then to regain
And with me, I am not alone
For love, that has to me, been shown
Will always be here by my side
No matter how the winds abide
if high or low tide
when in us God does abide
will feel good inside
Memories aren’t always worth remembering
Sure there are times when they sing
But others will give a knot in the gut so tight
It will make you want to yell enough it’s not right
So what do you do about them
Except to cry out just be at an end
To bury them down deep inside
And go back to things you abide.
© Paul Warren Poetry
There is a Place where mortal man is enclosed by the divine
Where weak frame is suffused with power
Where the heart burns with passion,
a deep hunger induced
A compelling drive,
a Yearning that beggar’s description
The beckoning of the soul
To fulfil mandate in time,
There is a Place of longing
A fire from within and a quickening of this feeble frame,
There is a spirit, whose influence overmasters man
There is an igniting frame, a tongue of fire, a strength so divine.
A man beyond man
There is a realm where all the powers of man cannot operate
There is a presence so igniting
A force that gives wings to men
There is a current so gripping
There is a wisdom beyond the citadel of learning
There is an unmurmuring serenity that freezes the soul of man
A constant submission to the divine will
The awe and glimpse into the realms
And these moments, Oh how swift its wings
There is a garment so pure,
There is a Power so real
There are no imitation there.
A GLORIOUS WORK
A glorious work shall be done
Thru my blessed Lord.
A wondrous work within my soul,
A work beyond reward.
Not I shall do this work, I know.
‘Tis in His power alone.
Yet, when I give myself to Him
Through me His love is shown.
Oh, do this glorious work in me.
I pray Your will I’ll do.
Let only You be seen in me,
Thus, I abide in You.
Then I shall show Your wondrous love
To all within my sphere,
And when You come to take me home
The words “well done” I’ll hear.
I won’t deserve Your thanks, dear Lord,
But this one thing I know,
The abundant grace You give to me
Is more than I can show.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
TO PAIN I MUST ABIDE
When the sun is up to her best
My hope is to have my scars justified
And when darkness arrives in haste
My hope is to thrust the pain aside
But if all that I confide in fail to provide the tide way
When I am floating with tide,
My zeal becomes stultified
And I realize to pain;
I MUST ABIDE
I bite the bullet every time my scars get wide
And I strive to pryde
The misery from my inside
But in agony column I ride
Yet every time I try to wrest the pain from every side
I collide with the truth that to pain;
I MUST ABIDE
Mbabazi Stellah
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