July 18 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 19-21
Key Verse – Proverbs 19:23 The fear of the LORD tendeth to life: and he that hath it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR TEACHING US
TO HAVE REVERENTIAL FEAR
Praise be to God for teaching us
to have reverential fear toward Him that:
Affirms our security of salvation
Arrests our sinfulness amidst shame
Assures our sanctification toward stewardship
Apprehends our selfishness for steadfast service
Awakens our stubbornness by Scriptural standards
Proverbs 20:24 Praise be to the Lord for
leading us toward righteous goings:
Directed by His truth
Delighted with thanksgiving
Driven to trust Him midst trials
Destined for His triumphant testimonies
Determined to toil for Him with tested training
Proverbs 21:31 Praise be to the Saviour for
His safety through His:
Counsel so prudent
Charge that’s powerful
Compassion around His peace
Commandment with His purpose
Cheer and care along His providence. Amen!
July 18, 2024
Categories:
apprehends, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
The thought of losing someone is hard to bear,
But holding on only brings more despair.
Hopes and dreams turn into disillusions,
Bringing on deep depression, along with seclusion.
Despite the pain, the heart fights to stay alive,
Because the absence is killing anything left inside.
No hope remains, no reasons to care.
Feeling beat down and crying out in despair.
But no one's listening, theres not anyone there.
Just you and your thoughts with no room to spare.
Lost in the moments you shared throughout time.
Leaving only a piece of you when they left you behind.
This kind of pain is selfish and only felt firsthand.
As empathy can’t feel what the hurt apprehends.
Soon the loss reaches a subtle peak,
where illusions proceed for the sake of the grief.
Finding solace in tears that's now your new home.
Only discovering peace by being alone.
Categories:
apprehends, depression, grief, hurt, longing,
Form: Rhyme
She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as fire
Fire upon fire hungrily stands
Outstretched in columns
It descends, swooping overhead
Outstretched beyond it’s limits
She apprehends and condemns
The utmost decision;
She befriends.
Categories:
apprehends, anger, betrayal, dark, fire,
Form: Free verse
Eyes of sapphire, dazzling blue
Locks my gaze, looks right through
Mine, honey brown, together blends
Behold your beauty apprehends
Heartbeats sync, pulses one
Desire grows, exponential sum
Squared then cubed, the nth degree
This passion that's inside of me
Cannot be measured, yet contained
Impulse, I try to keep well trained
You know, it's there yet out of view
I want more, I want you
...Someday...
Categories:
apprehends, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
The ‘wise one’ won the race, for, he thought,
Yet, what with a better-thinking bot,
Would man stay wise for long?
Or give up by the gong?
In a spot of two minds as he's caught,
In future, Descartes
Might say something like this:
AI bots, man’s no longer so hot.
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Happenings |04.05.2023| humour
Poet’s note: Philosopher Rene Descartes said: Cogito ergo sum (I think therefore I am). This set the *****Sapiens (literally, wise man) apart in the evolutionary race. But as of late, what with AIs taking over from him, doing all he could and better, would man still remain as the wise one? Or AI will prove to be the wiser one? This ditty apprehends.
Categories:
apprehends, anxiety, i am, men,
Form: Limerick
Poetry is like a hook that apprehends deflowered fishes with its varying wits. The hook is thrown into the ocean of the socitey and it caught informations that inspires the souls to keep writing. Poetry is a garment of many colours that no one is yet to distinguish the type of its colour he's putting on. It takes time,dedication and observation to ascertain the type because these are the regalia of poetry.
She is always on silk
Endowed in glittering stones.
Graced with beauty
She thrives;
Poetry!
17:04:09:06:47
Categories:
apprehends, allegory,
Form: Prose Poetry
This night is different, a night of adventure
This night is quiet, the sky falls in bits
Like stars, but chilly,white and fluffy.
Homes lit up as the hearth lights with enthusiasm
The chimney roars with excitment,this night
Awaiting that special guest of the night
Children stare with anxiety through the frosty glass
Waiting to hear the roof sing, of his arrival
Yet again the night draws near,sleep calls.
As if nature apprehends his wishes
Spirits grow dull and the eyes heavy
We have drank of a spell deeper than hogwarts
Morn comes with new stories yet untold.
We missed him again, like always
But not the gifts he brings along
Such joy and merry they make,in the heart
As they sing those words,''It's christmas''
Making jolly under the tree.
Categories:
apprehends, seasons, night, night,
Form: Free verse
You sit in your "man cave" lusting off the net..
Not bringing it up, because you know it makes me upset.
And yet, evil fingers invite me into your domain.
If I turned to the "dark side" I wouldn't be the same.
My heart is hurting but, who am I joking?
I know what you look up, and what you are enjoying.
You delete "my hurt" and cover your faces of lust.
Too late, you have crossed my boundaries of trust.
You peek into windows hoping for something new.
Then you click to close them after "you're through".
And yet, some would come to say...
At least he's not physically going astray.
My heart ruminates over this theory.
Yet mentally it leaves my thoughts feeling weary.
Society~Go join him in his wonderland of cyber fun!
But, my soul apprehends, this would be morally wrong.
Categories:
apprehends, computer-internet, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband,
Form: Rhyme
A distorted focus
A false illusion of
glee that is yearned
boom.
While ignoring hopeless
let thoughts teach
that we haven’t learned
boom.
Shedding tears never stops
the shock value of
nothingness
boom.
I volunteered to be
adopted by
the government
boom.
Too late for regret
never to soon
for dread
boom.
Maybe I should have
went to college instead
boom.
Surrounded by
silhouettes and shadows
I call friends
boom.
In all reality
they’re only entities
my optimum apprehends
boom.
Not much time left
I’m hoping the sky
is a nightmare
boom.
Not much time left
I’ll open my eyes
when I get there.
Categories:
apprehends, inspirational, time,
Form: Verse