In days when storms do seem to overwhelm me,
And nights when darkness feels too heavy;
The moments when day breaks seem too foggy,
And my eyes cannot see the joy said to come in the morning—
Thou art my Comforter.
In phases when the enemies do surround me,
And it seems that their weapons are prospering;
Moments when the enemies' agenda seems to prevail,
And my heart doth lose its hope to hail—
Thou, O Lord, art a Shield for me.
Thou, O Lord, art my Glory;
With Thee in my boat, in a boisterous storm, I have victory.
Thou upholdest me with Thy right hand—like a champion I am;
I have won against the enemy, for he trembleth at the mention of Thy name.
My First Thirty Days
My first thirty days—
after living low in the valley,
God woke me
on the top of the mountain.
Eight months later,
I was walking in Glory,
stepping into
a new me.
Stay in faith, My daughter,
says the Lord,
for I will take you
through the storm.
You may not understand the why,
but know this—
I love you, My child.
The sacrifices I made
were never unseen,
each one poured out
so you would have
all you ever needed.
Wipe away your tears, daughter,
for your Heavenly Father
is always here.
In thirty days,
I woke you from a life walk
you never asked for,
a path heavy with questions
and silent prayers.
You thought you wouldn’t make it—
yet you held on,
you kept your faith.
And now, as this journey closes,
eight months later,
remember My name.
For My hand
will remain upon you—
each moment,
of every single day.
— Tammy R. Flanagan
© 12/21/2025
When he's not here, whenever I feel sad,
I go under this comforter, then I feel glad.
How warm it is reminds me of his nature
As well as all ways he shows he is mature.
I lay beneath comforter when he is not here.
I solemnly pray he never shall disappear.
How soft it is reminds me of how he's tender
As well as how his love is of such splendor.
I rest underneath this blanket, missing him.
I miss all times we make love on a whim.
I know he'll come again, but for now I rest,
As I become aware my waiting is all a test.
I sleep with this comforter he bought for me,
Dreaming dreams in which he and I are free.
I adore him completely, my face as rosey
As pink blanket, whenever he comes to me.
To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
Hi there, I’m your initial cup of coffee,
The one that jolts your brain out of neutral.
I don’t think you could survive without me
And at times, I know this feeling’s mutual.
It’s my purpose to get your systems working,
To tempt you out from the Land of Nod,
To guide you from the path that leads to brambles
Through pastures that past villagers have trod.
Yes, I am your very first cuppa,
I’m just one of your very best friends,
I try to sustain your brain functions,
It’s on me that your future depends!
I’m happy to stay to the side of the stage
In the shadows of the wings,
I will mingle with milk from multiple brands
Or those thin wooden, stirry things.
I won’t confront your weariness
Or your affair with Ovaltine,
I’m content to raise your consciousness
With a swift dose of caffeine.
So don’t take me for granted
I’ll be there as you grow old,
Awakening your palate
Whilst warming the mug you hold.
O Holy Spirit, Comforter divine,
In every moment, be thou ever mine,
When darkness looms and fears assail,
Let thy sweet presence never fail.
When sorrow comes and tears do flow,
And all my strength doth ebb and go,
Be thou my light, my rock, my stay,
To guide me safely on my way.
In times of trouble and distress,
When anxious thoughts my soul oppress,
Come to my aid with gentle grace,
And lift me up to see thy face.
When doubts and fears and sins abound,
And guilt and shame weigh heavy down,
Pour forth thy mercy, grace, and love,
And lead me to thy throne above.
In moments of temptation strong,
When evil thoughts would lead me wrong,
Strengthen my will, renew my heart,
And let thy truth and peace impart.
In life's last moments, when I die,
And face the judgment of the Most High,
Be thou my guide, my hope, my plea,
And lead me to eternity.
O Holy Spirit, Comforter divine,
In every moment, be thou ever mine,
Let thy sweet presence ever stay,
And guide me on life's winding way.
The breath of a close friend.
Awakens my soul in the hour of rest.
Your good memories will live on.
But I will stay with you and pray.
The tiring years are gone.
Every day. Dawn is a tremor.
It rains all the time since you left.
I sit here, away from the sun.
With the thick rain covering my whole body.
And slowly flooding my soul.
And in my heart, a thick chill.
But I don't see calmness inside the dark cloud.
Just the shadow of long despair.
Alone at night, with that familiar voice.
And then... a sudden pause.
A long pause, which slowly turns into hope.
And hope ... turning into eerie silence.
I wish to be your comforter.
Hey yall, I have a new Comforter. I’m so excited.
My new Comforter is soft, warms my soul and adds brightness to my life. And this new Comforter is different than what I’m used to, because I’m filled with such a warmth I’ve never felt before, much better than any sherpa, plush or down, any pillow or teddy bear. I am so blessed, grateful and thankful to have this Comforter. I find such a calmness and a sense of peace with my Comforter, and when I am under my Comforter, I know I am loved and protected just by the warmness felt.
Well actually, my Comforter isn’t new, my vision of my Comforter is new, because truth be told, my Comforter has been here all the while.
Do you want to feel the warmth of my new Comforter? Yeah, I bet you do.
Just accept the Lord Jesus Christ and invite Him in your life. He is there waiting to comfort you, carry you, warm you and hold you through any of your coldness, darkness, hurt and times of loneliness and uncertainty.
Come and let the Lord be your light and your new Comforter.
Though I have loved you,
healed you and provided for you,
you stand before me now
in fear of being rejected
by Me.
You have been rejected by many,
I know.
I know.
Don't you remember, I,
I am he that comforts you?
In these days of darkness,
which are and are to come,
I will not ask you to shine your light,
your weakness is in plain sight,
so I shall encompass you in MY light.
As so many are proclaiming visual miracles,
you cry to me to see an Angel,
to see Jesus, to be renewed
and filled with My Holy Spirit,
and because that is not your portion
you fear something must be wrong with you,
you fear I will reject you.
Listen -
you are Mine.
Believe and rest in that.
Comforter indwells within us
He's the Holy Spirit
Convicting us of sins and thus
Of each dark demerit
When we disobey God
With untruth we are shod
Need to confess we're flawed
Hark the warning bells
Comforter indwells
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Comforter indwells believers
Do not quench His soft voice
Be not misled by deceivers
There is always a choice
Forsake dark desires' clutch
Give heed to God's soft touch
Confess, repent as such
Overcome sin spells
Comforter indwells
Form: Double Quietus
19th April 2022
And Samuel said, Hath the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams. - 1 Samuel 22:15
And when He (the Comforter/ Holy Spirit) is come, He will reprove (convict) the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment. - John 16:8
He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy. - Proverbs 28:13
For Unseeking Seeker's "Soul Betrayal" Contest
Jesus warned His disciples He would leave
but a holy comforter would be sent
from God the Father in His holy place
as a divine comforter, He came as was meant
Now this is the holy spirit of truth
who is a person, part of the trinity divine
having come down from the father
showing the disciples a sure and certain sign
This is the holy spirit who testifies
that Christ has come as a human person
displaying He is God's son no less
sent as the only saviour, there's no other version
From this, Jesus told His disciples
that each of them would bear witness
showing that all they knew was true
proving true their spiritual fitness
Since Jesus began His earthly ministry
His disciples were always there
so they saw first hand the gospel
in action now we've all to share
(John 15:26-27 King James Version (KJV)
But when the Comforter is come, whom I will send unto you from the Father, even the Spirit of truth, which proceedeth from the Father, he shall testify of me:
And ye also shall bear witness, because ye have been with me from the beginning.)
embroidery threads
luxurious comforter
sparkles up my home
"My book,my friend,my comforter!"
My book,my hook,my move,
The tone to my choice and voice,
Silencing the stupidity within my bones,
That pulls my blanket on time,
To "rise and shine",
Polish my feet's leather,
And read that book with the tools,
Of individuality,creativity and infinity,
Knowledge,understanding and work,
My book,my hook to my juice...
Come Holy Spirit
Fill my soul
Conquer my heart
Make me whole
Share your love
Oh Holy Spirit
From the Father above
And Heaven as I near it
Walk with me
My comforter divinity
Give me the joy
Of the Holy Trinity
Treat me like a lullaby
let me sway you to rest
Treat me like that higher spirit
let me show you you're blessed.
You can look at me or don't
bodies pressed together - we're in the right form.
Your head on my arm
it's ok, accept calm.
Forget your worries for a while
inhale my cologne, that's your chloroform.
let me show you how much you mean to me,
this position could be our norm.
I want you to feel at ease
possibly at peace.
Can you hear the TV?
That distant sound as we make our way hand in hand into the land of dreams.
I'll meet your eyes again in the morning,
with the scent of breakfast as your alarm,
for tonight simply focus on our embrace
may this be our routine now and always.
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