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June 5 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 14-16 Key Verse – Job 15:8 Hast thou heard the secret of God? and dost thou restrain wisdom to thyself? FAITH IN GOD WHO REVEALS TO US HIS SECRET BY HIS WISDOM God reveals His secret to us by His wisdom for us to exalt Him...

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Swish of ripples weave along a ledge...my hands pretending to rap beneath inked stars ; while soft winds chime a lonely chorus filling the shoreline with empty rhythm and blues; the ones which lightly twitch my heart-- Every note jangling, crawling in this stained night... for the love I know best gushes out, unnoticed and aloof, still I pray...

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By the way a mourning dove cooed Deliberately out of sight And moved me to rise from bed With my own jingle in heart And July's breath stills the pond In its disarming manner And robs the chimes of their song And warms the oleander And the way a cottontail ...

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I saw the world in black and white, Till her smile poured in the light. A curve so soft, so sweet, so wild— It made the cynic in me mild. No thunder cracked, no heavens roared, Just one glance—and my soul soared. A silent spell, a sunlit mile, I stood undone… smitten by her smile. It wasn’t loud, it didn’t shout, But all my...

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Before you came I spoke through rivers and trees, the flat plains spilling distance out to where the world was a mirage and time shimmered dreamlike plunging downwards into a vast inner sea. Fish swam where now rocky outcrops rise above the red earth and exotic lifeforms floated silently through a celestial dark. All was an ocean of dream, creations womb where earth, sky and water were...

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As I run away from the chains, not a single one of my principles drifted out of my mind, I know what's right and what's wrong for me I can take actions by chance and leaps of faith I escaped from the herd, I do not take revenge but I choose to stay calm Resentment is control,...

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*Phosphorous, Morning Star, has overcome night’s stellar reign and its *lunar embrace. Awakening, I can hear nature’s hum while *myriad flowers are showing their grace. They *lilt in a breeze that’s beckoning me. I follow a path worn and *serpentine. Across some long grass on my way I see two garter snakes *slither; round rocks they twine, but brief is my fright. I’m...

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I lost a bracelet Returned to the place where I bought There I found it Someone has tied it hanging There a caption I read: "Lost and found bracelet, Claim with a receipt." I gave the receipt and claim it again I'm happy to see that there are still People who have a heart of a good citizen....

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A spark ignites, a question form, A curious mind that breaks the norms. It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still. A restless fire, a growing will, From page to thought, from thought to deed, It learns not just to know, but lead. Mistakes are steps,...

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There are many times, When we are stuck, Like when a player exclaims, “Checkmate!”, And our king falls, as it is struck. At that point, The game is lost, It is over, Despite how we were flossed. There are also moments, When we need to perform it right, There’s only one chance, To match time and heart’s delight. One of those occasions, Might be to propose, At...

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There I stood where the smell of ancient oaken trees ran cleanly clear through the time honored wood only to be hung there lithely clinging unto the very breath we could not do anything but hold… as it became to be beholden to none it seemed to be tied to the polarized tenacity of the...

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a widow she lived in village by the river at forty five her looks made men in town quiver, married four times she was looking for another, a cobbler, a doctor or any by stander. David her first husband went out to the big sea, he was washed ashore next day and found near the tree, Ian was next, a bishop...

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On this gangrenous planet, where the sky bears the scars of time gone by, we should refrain from weaving plans from threads of illusions and hopes, yet we continue to craft them with an optimism that pulses deep within our veins, like a reflex of the dying seeking light in the final darkness of the day. We cling to...

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As each day passes, I see the promise made by Christ being fulfilled, in a world where the tumultuous days of the end of history seem to be shortened for the sake of the chosen, for if He did not intervene, no one would remain unharmed by the decay of the empire of darkness spreading everywhere. Madness sets in,...

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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