This company action, has thwarted the slaughter of almost four hundred B C
Ostriches in Canada, that are essential
Key workers? In helping with avian flu
Antibody rescearch.' My hat off to you
Jeremy..You are a true leader; and your
Co-workers are hero's also.' I wish your
Firm all the sucesss possible.'
Jesus, unchanged through ages long and wide,
He breathed creation’s dawn with sovereign grace,
To Abraham He came, as a friend and guide,
And promised Isaac’s birth in time and place.
El Roi, the God who sees, found Hagar there,
In desert’s ache, He met her tearful plea.
With Jacob, wrestling through the midnight air,
He blessed and named him Israel, bold and free.
In flames, He spoke to Moses from the bush,
To Joshua, as Commander of the Lord’s army, robed in might.
He walked the furnace - fiery, fierce, seven times hot
A fourth man glowing in the blaze of night.
He heals, restores, and breaks death’s cruel tether -
The same yesterday, today, and forever.
A Real Bodhisattva
A bodhisattva is the Buddhist equivalent
Of a warrior for Christ, who is well on their way
To being Christlike themselves.
Of course there are many degrees of bodhisattva
From those who only have the wish to be
To those who actually are.
Literally millions are examples of the former.
The Dalai Lama is a good example of the latter.
Real bodhisattvas are rare.
Their hallmark is infinite love and compassion
For all beings
Combined with deep insight
Into the true nature of reality.
This week the world lost a real bodhisattva
In the form of a young American patriot,
Who at just 31 years old
Had successfully reached a whole generation
Galvanizing many young people
To critically look within
And embrace traditional American values
Of family, honesty, integrity, openness,
Love, tolerance, inclusivity, and faith.
And for this he was martyred.
The world is a better place
For having known Charlie Kirk.
But it is certainly not a better place without him
Unless we take up his mantle
Take the torch, and shield and sword
And become real warriors of Christ
Bodhisattvas in the army of truth.
(9/12/25)
I will dance before You, O Lord,
Not with the steps of men,
But with the fire of the Spirit burning in my bones.
I will move without rhythm,
I will leap without pattern,
For my praise is not for show
It is for You alone, my God and King.
I will dance as one set free,
As one who remembers the pit You drew me from.
I will spin like the wind,
My limbs a living offering upon Your altar.
Let the watchers mock
Let the proud turn their gaze away.
I shall become even more undignified than this,
If only to delight Your heart, O Lord.
You are worthy of my praise, O Lord
I will dance in pain and in peace,
In sorrow and in song,
For only you remain faithful in all seasons.
My feet shall testify,
My hands shall proclaim,
That the Lord is good and His mercy endures forever.
Clothe me in Your grace like a garment, O Lord
Let Your joy anoint me like fresh oil.
And if my strength should falter,
Still I will praise You with all I have left.
Blessed be the Lord, who rejoices in the praise of his people
Let my dance be incense before Your throne,
And may Your presence remain with me
Now and forevermore.
Amen.
There it hung, quietly trembling
a cross etched above her heart
a man crucified in ink
on skin the world had judged.
My desire blurred the sacred
fingers brushed past holy lines
the cross shifting under motion
as if faith itself sighed.
She whispered, “Slow down, boy
this isn't a race to win
you're not here to conquer,
just to feel without shame.”
And in that moment, something broke
not lust, but my assumptions.
She wore a cross
and carried more grace than I did.
Not all devils wear horns.
Not all saints live in temples.
Some carry God
in the most unexpected places.
Line of inquiry:
“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”
Earthly cravings like ice melt away
Envy sarcasm and all forms of hate
Warmth of love and God’s green grace
Frees all of us red hearts celebrate
To be free of silver suffering soul’s curse
No longer feeling pain or sadness of hurt
To be enveloped by the light of Christ
Be so anointed by His beautiful gold light
To be a reflection and a blessing as well
To share testimony saving others from hell
To find your niche in the life in the death
True heart’s wish to live and die well
And as we metamorphose we meet goals
Becoming the best of us within our souls
We are lifted up beyond earthly boundaries
Above understanding and mountains and seas
How many tears must hope shed?
Is there no bread left for the hungry,
or cures bred for the sick?
Can hard work feed itself no more,
neither trust share its roots with truth,
with no water left to nurture either one?
Does love have none left for itself,
nor mercy favor fruits of friendship
as it once did?
Do rainbows reign no more after rain
nor doves fly following rainfall
with fresh saplings in their bills?
Has faith lost its will to live?
Will will lose itself to fear?
Would that God would strike it down
with one brush of His hand.
But this Would must submit to God.
World's hope may have fallen to embers,
but God's hope breathes flames of white,
for white knows the rainbow,
which signals water is growing the crops
that feed each fellow man.
Hope's origin is not with man,
but with God.
If hope is lost,
it is because this we have forgotten,
that hope lies in God's only Begotten Son
The treasurer they called Judas,
In his folly and imprudence,
Sold his Master for silver’s stock;
The shepherd who betrayed the flock.
The fisherman they called Peter,
Tasked to build the Church and lead her,
To be her foundational rock;
The shepherd who cares for the flock.
The scholar widely known as Saul
Adopted the new name of Paul;
He saw the light on one long walk,
Repentant hunter of the flock.
from a craftsman of heaven's domains ~ to a gardener of olives
There is a Man Full of Mercy and
His name is Jesus Christ!
During your brokenness
We will have a degree of emptiness in our lives
But when we bow our knees and
Ask for mercy, then mercy will be given
The Lord Jesus is Full of Mercy
Approach him and ask, and
Mercy shall be given
He gave Himself as a ransom for many
Jesus, as the Man of Mercy, will help you
The systems of the world are cold
This is the time to be bold
The Bible told us that people are lovers of themselves
So we need a Man Full of Mercy
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
This is the day
We break the bread
Cup full of wine
To numb the head
This is the day
When truth reveals
The veil of lies
A mind conceals
This is the day
We knew would be
That thorny cap
Of destiny
Awaits the king
Of hearts and minds
Releasing all the
Chain that binds
This is the day
A final feast
Then walk to face
The mighty beast
A farewell toast
A hug goodbye
Of knowing me
You will deny
We pivot now
Towards the end
Death's lonely path
My feet to wend
A different way
Would be so nice
Now suffering
To sacrifice
This is the day
We eat our last
So I can save you
From your past
So, go I must
My words they stay
New life awaits
This is the day
I have measured the math of a mustard seed,
traced the geometry of origin,
the angles of mercy,
run fingers over the ridges of history
and found Him—
in carbon’s conspiracy,
in gravity’s governance,
in Fibonacci’s stubborn insistence on beauty.
Do you not see—
faith is not blind;
it is sight through the fog,
a reaching…
And now—
see yourself.
The burden you carried like iron mail
slides from your shoulders
as if it was never meant to stay.
Your hands tremble.
Your lips part.
And through the crack in your voice,
You say—
*"I was wrong."*
A new day dawns…
Where is power in our day?
so often promised but fails
but once real power on display
on Calvary's cross, one was nailed
Jesus Christ, the son of God
there, He displayed real power
held there by our awful sin
dying in our place in that hour
At Calvary's cross, power on display
where our sins laid on Him
Jesus bore sins awful weight
so we for heaven could enter in
This is the power of the cross
our names written in His sacrifice
every sinful thought and evil deed
Jesus took it all, what a price!
Calvary's ground quaked by this power
its maker bowed to God's perfect will
dying our death so we will live
this thought stops us to be still
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who truly cares
A man who all my sorrows will bear
A man to cry to in times of despair
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who is true to his word
A man who is bound to his vow
A man in whose strength I can rely
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who makes me feel safe
A man whose warmth is a welcome embrace
A man whose every word is laced with grace
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man who doesn't falter when i go wrong
A man who doesn't shy away when i stray
A man with principles as mighty as his build
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man whose being i know inside and out
And yet have so much more to learn
Since he is like the seasons that change
But have a way of remaining the same
Oh to be loved by a man!
A man, my man, my Christ
A man who died for me
And would do it again in a heartbeat
Joyful shout to the Lord (Psalm 100:1)
Exalt the horn of his anointed (1 Samuel 2:10)
Spirit of truth, comes (John 16:13)
Unity in the faith (Ephesians 4:13)
Singing to God with gratitude (Colossians 3:16)
Come to me, all of you (Matthew 11:28)
Hope by the power of the Holy Spirit (Romans 15:13)
Righteousness of our God and Savior (2 Peter 1:1)
If your ways were blameless? (Job 22:3)
So do not fear, for I am with you (Isaiah 41:10)
This is my covenant with them (Isaiah 59:21)
Intercession for the transgressors (Isaiah 53:12)
Sorrow was turned into joy (Esther 9:22)
Laughs at the wicked (Psalm 37:13)
Obedience that comes from faith (Romans 16:26)
Rock they took refuge in (Deuteronomy 32:37)
Disciples get into the boat (Matthew 14:22)
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