Two millenia past, and more.' A night gathering of the
Sanhedrin, which is i beleive of un-law? So not by day under
Gods sun, as Gid advised Moses, justice should be seen to
Be done, Yeshua knew that wrong would be done He also
Knew His accusers ' everyone' tortured and crucified unto
Death, just after forgiving His tormentors, he gave His last
Breath' He was taken down 'His body intact' no bones
Were broken. and such is the fact.' They took His body to
Josephs tomb, wrapped Him and left, they were full of
Gloom.' Yet Jesus In spirit went to hell, in the lowest depths
Did He show and tell ' many beleived and hastened to His side ' He ascended with them to our Father, the Word holds
No lies.' And then great power filled that room all of a sudden a light Intense, etched His form into those sheets.'
There is blood that has been traced and Its living still.' So We hear now my people a great light shone, enough power To shake the earth through the bedrock shows, and so now on to this one' His photo was taken, how typical said the athiest yet His Father
Could have had no camera..' As they were not invented
I hope my point is well taken.?
Knowing there is great power in our words…
knowing the peace and joy they can bring
knowing the havoc they can wreak….
may we always be blessed to take a moment…
and think before we speak.
In my wooden form, stories I unfold
A simple pencil with tales yet untold
Gripped by hands i sketch dreams and plans
A tool for artists, scholars, and fans
With every stroke, ideas take flight,
From blank pages to visions bright
I wear down slowly but I never cease
Creating worlds piece by piece
Though small and humble I hold great power
In every line I mark each hour
December 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ephesians 1-3
Key Verse – Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS SPIRITUAL BLESSINGS
Praise be to God for His spiritual blessings with:
Grand plan of His work
Good pleasure in His will
Great power along His way
Glorious praises during worship
Gracious provisions in His worth
Guiding prudence midst His wisdom
Governing providence by His watchfulness
Ephesians 2:10 Praise be to the Lord
for perfecting us as His workmanship:
Created for Christ-like character
Converted by His compassionate care
Cleansed toward consecration’s commitment
Charged for His calling so clearly communicated
Challenged to be courageous by His counsel and comfort
Ephesians 3:1 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to be His prisoners:
Bound by His salvation
Burdened by His service
Brought to His sanctuary
Blessed with His satisfaction
Braced upon His steadfastness
Bestowed along His sustenance. Amen!
December 8, 2024
As humans we have great power
that many don't use for good
we have the power to help and encourage
or to break someone's spirit
While walking through a dark situation,
a smile and quick hello help me
to put one foot in front of the other
and keep trying to move forward
Or a series of mean and angry words
can bring the tears close to the surface,
and make me feel worse than
I did before the tirade
Being kind is a basic command that is
the basis of my life and it is very
frustrating when that kindness is thrown
back at me with venom
The same body organ produces kind words
that produces angry and hurtful words
the difference is using it for good or evil,
which is a fight that is fought on many realms
“To be, or not to be?” asks Hamlet's soul,
a mind transfixed between the depths below
and life's thin, airy hold: this desperate role,
I still play; although, from despair I know
that meaning consists neither in wealth, pleasure,
nor youth, might, thought: not even in great power!
But in the feet of this poem's solemn measure,
the answer is found: 'tis life, by whose Flower
the gift of meaning is through your love's labor,
the purpose for which you were made and reborn.
In this fact, take heart and faint not nor waver;
but seize at last your life's prize unforlorn!
Though Hamlet ponders still the sleep of death,
I breathe the Flower's scent with life's every breath.
In an early Sunday morning muse,
there I was, in a huge forest of trees.
It had the feel of being in a world filled
with people, ever increasing year after year.
Notwithstanding, there were two trees
that stood out more than all the rest.
I was then reminded of two contrasting
trees I have read about in the Bible.
The Psalmist David spoke of 'the wicked'
being in great power, SPREADING themselves
like a Green Bay Tree. Another Psalmist said
that 'the righteous' shall FLOURISH
like the Palm Tree.
And then I prayed to the Lord Almighty.
O God, may the wicked cease from spreading.
And Lord, let me be among the righteous
who flourish like the Palm Tree.
100424PS
(Green Bay Tree)Ps. 37:35; (Palm Tree)Ps. 92:12
If fate opposed is useless, what great need
is there to challenge dark despair's great power
when spirit dies, and soul, mind, body bleed,
as hope wilts like a melancholic flower?
When lungs give way, and breath begins to drown,
should life and existence now become jointless,
so glory and fame (marks of the renown
that laud their pride) be futile, vain, and pointless?
But sculpting songs transforms life's dreadful deluge,
as odes calm a tempestuous, mental clime,
like a moored buoy that delivers refuge
through this apocalyptic end of time.
So, brooding minds therefore must all beware,
lest deep truths lead to bottomless despair!
Many Angels In My Heart Are Held
Many angels in my heart are held ---
One to keep you & I safe by night & day;
Another to hold us protected & an array;
Of others that guard all those I love.
They settle like a gentle dove
Upon our hearts or on our brow
If we will but allow
them the space to do their work.
Sanity or insanity, which do I choose,
In life or death I cannot loose;
Pain is a bumpy road and ride
It would be nice to know you’re on my side.
The limits of this life are overwhelming at times,
But I can still hear clearly a bell in heaven chimes,
Telling me the great power of love
Which reaches across all abysses from above---
One mighty, eternal law of love
Sent to us as a gift from above,
As serene & natural as life and death
We will know it fully when we draw our last breath.
As big as my heart, as wide as the heaven above,
After all is gone what will remain is love;
Touching each of us & in our hearts it does meld
For the many angels in my heart are held.
Lord please, hearest now my prayer,
and set thine angelic wings around me,
so that I may no longer be dismayed,
that I may no longer be afraid.
But instead Lord, set my Spirit free,
that I shall rise with gracious glee,
transformed by his great goodness,
and made whole by his great power.
07/18/2024
Is the wind alive? That’s what the Choctaw believed.
The Apache called it, apocryphally, “the breath of the world.”
To them, the wind is the trickster you never see,
a joker on the plain of life.
What’s always arriving and always leaving?
What’s as old as the world, yet forever current?
Ever present and tireless, it seldom sleeps,
holding up jets, herding clouds like sheep,
filling sails, stirring leaves, causing rough seas.
What’s always passing, but already everywhere?
The Cherokee named ‘air’ the ‘keeper of spirits,”
because it sighs, cries, whispers and moans.
They credited it with great power and influence.
Today, we watch the skies with doppler witchery,
we forecast its path, with the gambler's odds - see,
the wind has turned on us, many times - like a tornado.
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Songs for this;
Colors Of the Wind - End Title by Vanessa Williams
They Call the Wind Maria by Harve Presnell
Windy by The Association
A spoken word meandering unbound,
its own master measure, broad and profound,
subject to interpretation thereof,
binds poetic minds in Stranger Love.
Two distant seeking souls through subtle verse
blur friendship’s line across the universe.
The poets’ bittersweet ethical stance -
Stranger Love of virtual romance.
Worlds apart, sharing daily life routine,
seemingly unperturbed but in between -
daydreaming magic of overseas dove,
bearing a sonnet from Stranger Love.
Two poets’ poignant passion from afar
with minds alike and hearts aligned - ajar,
weaves dulcet words into their secret bower,
Stranger love - trite premise of great power.
History knows in literary art -
a masterpiece oft born from lonesome heart.
Upon the sunset red, night’s curtain stills -
Stranger Love beckons through poets’ quills.
The heavens are full of energies, the creation is ultimately made for mankind. The stars in the sky, reminds us of his mysteries..of life DNA is life. God is life. The higherpower has purpose..we connect in some way or another like a puzzle piece in his creation. The sun is the center of creation the moon shines by night..we all get impatient at times, just rely on Him..only then will we be happy or content. Let us dance like fairies and angels under God's great power..selah Forever just peace of mind...incense to The one and only power who controls the universe...stay faithful. Nature is beautifully created. Silent prayers God listens too. Like the ocean flows with the current, or be lost at sea. Life is a choice. Choose life. Amen millions of Gods bow down to the ultimate creator.
Sharon B aka Nosey Rosey
Words are miracles with great power.
Stringing the right ones together can
be constructive.
Using the wrong ones can be
destructive.
Words uttered in anger when heard
are like the winds of a hurricane,
Shattering and destroying,
useless to retract or recall,
leaving confusion and pain.
Damage done, efforts all in vain,
Oh, what a crying shame.
Words are comforting and can change
tears and sadness into smiles
and laughter,
When spoken softly and sweetly to a crying child,
a lonely person, or a lover, they leave happy feelings long after.
Words, be they easy or hard,
long or short, choose them carefully,
be precise, considerate, and respectful,
but never ambiguous.
Word, Words, Words,
use them wisely to avoid that dreadful thing
called blame.
As great as the stars they said
As fast as lightning they saw
From dusk till dawn he practices
Through the golden hour his blade shines brightly
Like the reflection of the moon on water
He spars continuously as if he knows no time
Like a waterfall his hair cascades as dark as the night
He wields his sword with great power
In the village he's praised for his achievements
An agile man willing to die for his people
As beautiful as her name Jasmine sounds she soothes his sparring wounds which he treats as his trophies
With his dears by his side his enveloped in family love
The greatest samurai, the greatest father and husband
He was the legend...
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