With each step I falter, Lord
But I believe in You
I know that You love me
And I love you too
I believe in Your majesty
I believe in Your creativity
Awesome settings given
Through Your directive power
Each morning, I see Your power
Your artwork on display
I hear Your birds singing
I know You hear them when they pray
I believe in You
I believe in Jesus
I believe You love me
I believe in love
each day reflects my built-up feelings
Without
the heat
there is
no light
Amidst
the dark
it hides
in spite
As every
dawn
brings hope
or pain
Its double
edge
in stark
refrain
Unto
each life
some rain
must fall
To wash
the stain
of freedom’s
— pall
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
There is no pen without the ink.
The ink can't flow without the pen.
The hand can't write without the thoughts
Which remain unwritten without the hand.
The author needs imagination
Which can't be expressed without the author.
One cannot succeed without the other
Each has its own importance...
The principle to take away
Is that everyone matters.
Everyone needs the beauty
Of harmony and encouragement.
Sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow
But we are all unique.
We all bring something important
We all inspire, even without knowing.
So dear friends, keep your inks flowing...
There is no pen without the ink
No literature without the writer.
Who is it that takes the lead?
No one. It's a shared community.
We admire, we inspire in balance.
Each one is as important as the others.
Love you hanker for.
Life, evermore bright
As fair bloomed, joy-flushed through it.
Heaven in a word.
Ah! A wing'ed heart.
Angel's peaceful flight
Here, yet o're Earth not tracked for?
Whose nest then deferred.
I greet each day with hopeful wonder
AP: 1st place 2026
CELEBRATE EACH DAY
THAT PINK ROSY LIPS CAPTIVATE IN A GLANCE,
HANGING FLOWERS OF LOVE AND CELEBRATE EACH DAY.
SPAN OF LIFE IS VERY SHORT,
AND I FLY WITH THE WINGS OF BUTTERFLY.
I DONT CHASE, I ATTRACT,
ONCE I GO I WILL NEVER COMEBACK.
My life is not what it should be
Things just don't want to go my way
I now look up to see the ground
Still I'll keep using my faith each day
You see I'm just not a quiter
I regroup upon my knees and pray
I'll never think of giving up
As I keep using my faith each day
I know that things will turn around
As I find out my part to play
If it takes time I won't despair
As I keep using my faith each day
I see a light at tunnels end
That's not a train now to betray
But rays of hope that lifts me up
As I keep using my faith each day
I now must go I've work to do
Success will soon come my way
Take my advice and stay the course
As I keep using my faith each day
We loved enough to build a
beautiful home.
We loved enough to let each other go.
May we both find peace in
the quiet after.
Can you see me here, my dear?
I wane like an autumn day,
and ~leashed to your dusk~
I fade . . . .
So sadly I’m fading away.
You are my sun, the only one,
my everything for me.
You vanish warmth, and trembling
I stand
~where sky drifts into sea.~
Each time you leave, I grieve.
For sunrise I then yearn.
~I will find you beyond
the stars~
if by dawn you do not return.
If I fall, I’ll hold your hand,
Through broken paths and shifting sand.
And if you push me through the mountain high,
I’ll steady you beneath the sky.
When storms arrive and lights grow dim,
We’ll rise together, limb by limb.
Not one alone, nor one in vain—
We’ll carry each other through joy and pain.
as long as I live
each moment with You
my love I'll give
You are
the world to me
where You are
is where I want to be
my faith in You
now amplified
each moment with You
now sanctified
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
You gave me a Savior
Jesus the Christ
Who for me
made a sacrifice
then gifted me
with the Holy Spirit
Whose Grace towards me
has no limit
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
to You God
I entreat
for you've made
my life complete
to You God
my hands are raised
as I give you
all the honor and all the praise
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
You gifted me
with the Holy Spirit
Whose Grace towards me
has no limit
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
each moment with you
I now thrive
each moment with you
I now strive
for You are
the world to me
and where You are
Is where I want to be
Yes, You are my the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
You God are
the world to me
for where You are
Is where I need to be
When we pass judgment, we take God, from His throne,
in our own hurt, and anger, our hearts turn to stone.
Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord our God,
walk in goodness, where er you trod.
For only God is good, you see,
He’s the goodness, inside you and me.
Walk from the goodness of your heart each day,
and to your negative side, you’ll fade each day.
Oil from the mount of olives, used on charlies pate..Stories below in Windsor
Jeanette Archer tells, of child torture,
Murder, and rape.' Maria Farmer also does
Fiona Barnet, they do not budge.' Virginia
Roberts, got paid much..But still she died
Maybe over such? Maggie Oliver, Jon Wedger knows Kevin Annett we hear and on it goes, anthony kidman and daughter
nichole along with epstein and maxwell all
Had their roles..The F B I swore they knew
Nothing.? And with marmalade
sandwiches i think -old lizzie did quite some
bluffing?'
Now back to Isreal and olive oil..Which old
lizzie also wore.' With treasure and spoils.'
And the stone of David.? That they sit upon
Link so much to Isreal.? Its a think a thon.!!
Trump with his kipper and biden and
the rest and death rape and torture.? Hmmm.?
What do you address.? (The era of con-vid?) And your violation.? We were a pagan
Sacrifice in all the nations ( were you told never to speak i'll ?) Of its reign.? Safe and effective you could only gain.' And the groves you will worship, under all things masked.' As you revel in serfdom..And await satans mark.?
"O those!" Simply do sigh the old
And sense-dulled, among us.
Of wonder a revelation
We newly come upon.
To be bottled, placed in a book
Tadpole; dry pressed flower.
"Earth things". But whose worth's magic
Is, boy, girl-eyed cosmic!
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