I need an emotional healing
one only God can deliver
I need to be restored.
by my heavenly Transmitter
I'm brokenhearted
my spirit pulverized
I need God to come unto me
and emotionally galvanize
I need an emotional healing.
to be removed from further harm
I need God to stimulate me, recreate me
hold me in His loving arms
I'm brokenhearted
my spirit pulverized
I need God to come unto me
and emotionally galvanize
life has kicked me in the gut
spanked my butt
left me gasping for air
I need to be in the presence
of the Great I Am
the God of loving care
no longer brokenhearted
my spirit no longer pulverized
God came into me
and emotionally galvanized
I got an emotional healing
I was removed from further harm
now stimulated, now recreated
safe in God's loving arms
Raw emotions flowing through your veins.
Out of the trenches of rage,
an emperor was reborn.
And yet, you cannot seem to escape.
A lifetime of anger
sprouted from one moment.
Give yourself some grace,
your tears were never meant to decorate this sand.
If you can forgive, inner peace will be restored.
Once more, your throne will be forged anew.
Although we were meant to fight,
I ask for kindness in your heart tonight.
That broken mirror still reflects–
all these scattered shards.
Fractured, but still whole.
Just as the rising tides were.
This is no longer your home,
I’m sorry.
God loved me through my anger
from me He never waned
In spite of my bad behavior
His mercy towards me never changed
God loved me through my anger
He's saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
God loved me through my anger
He forgave my sins
He overlooked my malfeasance
and embraced me once again
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
In the midst of my anger,
God saw my potential
He prayed I'd be restored
hopeful and essential
anger is the opposite of righteousness
anger is emotional callousness
God loved me through my anger
He's saw beyond my pain
He understood. I felt hurt
defeated and strained
I now stand at His altar
To Him I now submit
for He loved me through my anger
and to Him I recommit
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
I am a little hunter
Whose passion isn't born out of stake like a punter
But with pleasure do travel miles
To get more experience compiles
I am with no one in my Safari
Oh! GBEEE! my darling dog, sorry
May death forget you
My best loyal companion in the blue
Gbeee is an ever ready local dog
Dangerous like a crazy bulldog
That goes all ways after prey
To ensure we do not return in vain
But one ing day
Went against preys and ate all its gain
Furious was I seeing this
Yet for it, I packaged a hard beating at ease
To erase its self-centered ego
For its state to be restored as an amigo
To never do such again
Even if in hunger it is so drain
But not once has it ever heard me whistling
And never return bristling...
This I evacuated from its memory
One of my ever glowing hunting testimony
Jesus is the reason
For this Christmas season;
Is He born in your heart?
Let Him in, make a start!
He'll wash away all sin,
If you let Him come in,
He was born once to die,
The Cross is the reason why
To this earth, down He came,
This world's no more the same,
Remember Christ has smiled
On you this day, dear child,
Repent and believe in Him,
Light your life, be not grim,
Accept Christ as your Lord,
To Him, this day, be restored,
Feel the joy, hope and peace,
May you find true release!
Call me back
Fix this crack
Lest, it wrack
Lay down sword
Be restored
By your lord
With due time
You would mime
What love rhyme
Every morning,
I wake up trying to make things right with God.
Trying to feel worthy again.
As if I failed Him in my sleep
and need to be restored before I can take a step.
It’s a bitter rhythm
the up, the down
the constant wondering
if He’s mad at me.
This is what they did to me,
taught me to see every silence as punishment,
every mistake as proof that I’m the problem.
I’m working harder to unlearn their voices
than anything else.
Always wrong.
Always to blame.
Because no one ever said, I’m sorry.
No one ever said, You were right to feel hurt.
So now my mind builds prisons out of guilt,
and my heart keeps looking for a key
in the hands of the very people who locked the door.
God, I want to be free.
But part of me still believes
if they saw what they did
if they reached for me,
tried to make it right
then I’d matter.
Then my pain would matter.
I want to believe I could taste love
without earning it first.
That I wouldn’t have to shrink,
or apologize,
or take the blame again
just to belong.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
This lumpen mass—worthy of none—
Prays to resist the tempting horde.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
As panting harts bled in the sun
Long for water to be restored.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
This lumpen mass—worthy of none.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
Out of the miry clay, well spun;
Charmed like Saul by His secret chord.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
As resplendent as His dear Son—
My will His own, perfect accord.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
Out of the miry clay, well spun.
Only but one day
The fallen shall rise if they are wise
The weak will be stronger again
The days of sorrows shall pass
The times of cry’s will be over
Our agony will be a song of joy
Our dignity will be restored again
The fallen shall rise with the sun
The Evils we see today will fade away
Only but one day
Only but one day
Our Hope will never be hopeless
Our dreams will never die
Our land will no longer be a curse
Our resources will benefit our children
Our greats ones will fight and be victorious with the truth
Our hero’s will live longer
Our warriors will be undefeated
Our prayers shall never return empty
The fallen shall rise with the sun
The weak will be stronger again
Only but one day
The chair sits empty on the altar floor,
its arms long held memories lost from sight.
Once carrying prayers, uplifting souls,
a silent witness to life now waiting in muted space.
As too my heart and soul are emptied
of the fullness of the humility of the living Christ
An empty silence stands where mercy stood,
a throne calling out to be restored in grace.
Yet in this disquieted quiet the voices
of the dearly loved homeless and un-fed are heard
As the altar watches prayers of devotion rise,
in the emptiness prepared for God to realize.
And His world shall pour its holiness back in,
like dawn returning after the night air has grown thin.
Fullness shall lay on the cushion where absence now sits,
filling the hollow with dignity and strength .
As the sun rises across the valley of the nave
of this incensed filled smoky sadness
A golden rosy light flows through upon the marbled vault,
as a quiet promise of a renewing earth.
Morning air is poised to carry prayers still unsaid,
as promises rising from beyond the dead,
And hope is reborn in radiant glory
out of a now breathing silence into a new unfolding story.
On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.
At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them
Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life
Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete
He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast
Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?
The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored
Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again
Earth, a planet under siege,
Longing to be freed.
She was once free as the wind.
That is, until in came sin.
Earth is not realing and deteriating
Merely because of man's abuse.
And she's not crying from overuse;
But rather, she longs to be redeemed;
To be restored, revived and renewed.
Indeed, her time for such is overdue.
Environmental reveiws will not restore.
Decellerating commerce will not cleanse
The earth of its polution and toxins
Any more that the blowing winds.
Earth patiently waits to be made new.
But the restoration must first come
From its many waywardly inhabitants.
Like mortals, earth longs for change.
Until then, we wait with prayer, patience,
And live our best with love and purity.
An outward sign, instituted by Christ to give us grace.
A gift from God to show His love for all the human race.
And in return, He asks but that we follow and believe,
So, open up your hearts and lives, that grace you might receive.
You want to get to heaven but need help along the way
To keep you on the narrow path as you live day to day.
These seven sacraments that give us sanctifying grace
That we might win the race, and look upon our Savior’s face…
Yes, seven sacraments to place divine life in our souls
That we might live in holiness with heaven as our goal.
And we receive the love and life of Jesus Christ, our Lord
That we might be restored to God’s good graces evermore!
In Baptism we are reborn as Children of the Father.
In Confirmation He gives strength to be His sons and daughters.
In the Holy Eucharist Christ gives Himself as food
Through Penance we’re forgiven for not living as we should.
Anointing of the Sick can heal us at the end of life.
Through Matrimony man and woman become husband and wife.
Finally, through Holy Orders men can become priests
That Jesus’ holy work on earth might never, ever cease…
The End time
The clock is speeding up til end of the earth
Heaven and Earth have been waiting for this
Each day, a prophecy is being fulfilled as told
Eastern gate from Zion salvation will come
Now, the children of God see their messiah
During this time comes the true remnants
Tribulation swill sort wheat from the chaffs
Israel, you were warned of this desolations
Mount Zion God Son messiah he will return
Eden Gods' garden, it will finally be restored
Every house holds secrets. Each secret cracks like old paint on the walls, revealing the fragility of our hidden truths. Years of concealed issues threaten our futures, regardless of how well they are kept. Unlike the enigmatic Mona Lisa, some secrets should never remain untold.
Within every house, hearts have been broken, and each room stands as a relentless reminder of that pain. Once a heart is shattered, it cannot be restored. Secrets and lies breed a persistent sense of unease that cannot be ignored.
It’s time we take action. We need a strong voice, a seat at the table in Washington, to advocate for us. This time, we, the people, must rise up and make change happen
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