When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock at the door.
I AM that light, foretold of yore.
My blood-soaked cross heals darkness sore.
Shun your ire, abandon peril.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
Waves of angst, orations would quell.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
In his dread, Paul's better angels
Had encamped; toward love, he swayed.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
February 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 21-22
Key Verse– Numbers 21:3 And the LORD hearkened to the voice of Israel, and delivered up the Canaanites; and they utterly destroyed them and their cities: and he called the name of the place Hormah.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO HEARKENS TO OUR PRAYER VOICE
Praise be to God for hearkening to our prayer voice:
Delivering us mightily
Dealing with us mercifully
Defending us majestically
Driving us meaningfully
Directing us manageably
Numbers 21:34 Praise be to the Lord for delivering us by His:
Guarding hands toward triumphant servanthood
Guiding holiness of true sanctification
Girding hope along tenacious standards
Goading help with trustworthy strength
Gripping hoisting up against terrible selfishness
Numbers 22:38 Praise be to the Saviour Who puts
in our mouth what we must speak about, which is His:
Word upon prevailing truth
Ways midst powerful teaching
Will along profitable testimony
Work of perfect task
Worth so peaceful against trials. Amen.
February 20, 2024
I never noticed diamonds in the sky before;
so mindless, let such moments pass me by before.
I never glanced a passing smile upon a face
of utter loveliness; it made me cry before.
I never hearkened such sweet, honeyed voice, so fell
upon the siren spell of Lorelei before
I never felt the brush of lips against my own
that were as soft as wings of butterfly before.
I never gave away the key that would unlock
my to heart be a caravanserai before.
I never suffered dawns sharp, stabbing agony
of partings, sorrow pain that I could die before.
I never knew it possible to soar so high;
and why? For there was not a you and I before.
My eyes glittered into the eyes
Of thee who cast a spell on my heart
They glanced each other with pleasure
Upon hearing thy contralto voice,
Or seeing thy sight;
Thy presence in all:
I smiled with passion.
Under the proximity of the roof we communicated.
At last, we settled our funny dating.
We watched not each other of fear,
But overshadowed by the confidence of love
We, albeit the impediments enhanced from outsiders,
Loved our dear selves innately.
Didn't they say we aren't fit to be dearer?
Bravo! that we hearkened not unto them.
My love for thee exceeded the heights of the stars—
Which could not be succumbed to fall.
Aye, our love was no fancy
'Twas agapic as the natural world itself
We both couldn't say we loved each other!
Balanced unto that time
Not till when some other person,
In his calibration incomparable to mine,
Bewitched my thee to make her fed up with me
Our love, therein, became fancy,
Thus, fancy! 'cause we were no longer dearer.
It went deep to my faith!
I thereafter realized the troth of the saying:
"The beginning of Trust is the end of Deception."
The clouds dispersed and brightened
And Luke looked The Frightened
His long bright look had darkened,
A week’s prayer not hearkened:
Not that of fervent farmer
A long parched Earth is Hammer
There’s a union he’d cancelled
And sought it by The Rains sealed;
An arranged Heavy Rainfall
That should drown Reception Hall:
Bride soak down to her undies,
Bride groom asking “What’s just this?”
Twelve thousand to Rain Maker
And before now Not A Shake:
Getting back his money sure,
Yet, in spirit remain poor…
Tried Luke to mar a marriage;
Over it run Hell’s Carriage!
MISERY :
After all the wealth and fame he accrued,
After all the wild parties he threw,
After all the promiscuous and gypsy women he chewed,
After all the fake friends he drew,
And after all the recreational places he knew,
He now sits on the seat of rue,
Thinking and planning of what to do.
While his feet are hurting in his shoe.
Now that all his fame and wealth are gone,
And his fair weather friends have themselves withdrawn,
Leading him to die at the edge of the dawn.
As all the women he got and pampered have left,
Making his life go so worse.
He is now weak and heft,
Making him unable to stand on his legs.
Verily,he has no woman to call his wife,
And no child to guarantee the strength of his life.
Day and night, his shame grows rife,
Placing his throat gradually on the tip of a knife.
He lost his property through gumbling,
Leaving him nothing to make his life secured.
Not even a sleeping place as he's struggling,
In his own world pegged with riot,
He never hearkened to advice at his youthful days.
In order to accomplish a beautiful race.
So this is a summary of his wonderful fate,
The misery surrounding most people today.
ROBERT
It means Light I am famed, I'm bright I'm shining
It is like brilliants shone sunshine rays
It is He God so hearkened
It is the memory of Sha'ulme'el to "asked of God
Who taught me to understand the ways of humanity yet serving my God you see
When he Robert is derived from the Old High German Hruodperht, a compound name composed
My name is Robert
It means Signifies bright fame Light I am famed, I'm bright I'm shining
2/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
On the day the Lord gave the Amorites over to Israel,
Joshua said to the Lord in the presence of Israel:
O sun, stand still over Gibeon,
O moon, over the Valley of Aijalon
Joshua 10:12 NIV
GOOD SOLDIERS
soldier sun and moon
hearkened to the Lord’s orders —
stood at attention
arrayed in shining armor
the full-medaled sun obeys
in white uniform
the moon over the valley
awaits assignment
while the high sun shines
the Lord fights for Israel
9/15/2019
I hearkened to my better side, it bade me make amends,
For if not what was there, would then forever end.
A bitter mistress jealousy, my mind could hardly cope,
Thinking only of myself, harsh were those words I spoke.
Unfounded were my utterings, I had spoken like a child,
'Twas love that had unsettled me, my mind ran fast and wild.
But my love, she took me back she listened to my plea,
It was my undying love for her that stirred my jealousy.
I am not the first of many fools who love leaves insecure,
But let not the green eyed monster, sully what is pure.
Entry for
LATE JAN 2019 , ANY FORM OR NONE,
ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
25/1/19. Placed=1st.
President Abraham Lincoln
His life for the Union gave
He hearkened to his conscience
And dared to free the slaves
The sky was blue, as deep-blue as the sea
The grass fresh, and as green as you please
The air redolent of honeysuckle and vine
Your lips as inviting as a full, rich red wine
The rains crept up softly, the sky hadn't darkened
Nor to thunder's voice had the two of us hearkened
Held fast by the dreamy look in each other's eyes
Two lovers in love, mesmerized, hypnotized …
As we moved ever closer, our lips gently merging
The rain beat against us, our sweet union urging ---
And when the skies parted, bright sunshine burst through
Nestling in the arc of love's rainbow, imbued with her hues
Yesterday I saw my worn out sole
The blue shoe has been housed in a bag of dust for long
I packed it like an old gift
And followed the path to the cobbler
But times have changed
Mr old lanky cobbler no longer mend soles
'I have a new calling', he told me in his cracking voice
'Soles no longer feed my pocket'
'I'm now in the business of harvesting souls'
'It is a heavenly calling, which my pocket whispered to me'
He took me to his old workshop
And I saw the new renovation
Rosaries now sit on the wooden wall threads once adorned
Battered shoes and abandoned bags no longer lay on the ground
My old cobbler no longer work on soles
He is now a man who hearkened to the voice of his pocket
Once a sole mender, now a soul harvester
REVELATION OF A STALKER
my daughter brought her stalker date
i watched him closely...my eyes penetrate
like a bloodhound, my nose to heels
he feels my presence in the revolving door
he’d call when she wasn’t home
just to hear my voice upon the phone
i told her to make it very clear
to cut him loose without a tear
he tried to penetrate her heart
to fill the chambers with goosebump art
with saran wrap clarity a mama knows
she follows each precarious footfall
he crept into our night with his stalker coat
the leather long, foreboding weaponry
a stalker tells his tale straight up
“Some people are scared of me”
with a heart of gold, my daughter hearkened
to this mother’s knowledge of good and evil
we stomped out the fire, until it was cold
removed the ash, buried it, eyes shut tight
11/10/2017
Silent One’s Stalker Contest
New Day
New beginning
New life
Body still bleeds
Days have been a pawn of struggles
Quest for long reach upon every dawn
an ardent mind, a vision of concern
sorrow, sobs, and fears patience mourned
Retch the grim laggard illness unadorned
idle morns, stark painful weary days,
hearkened to the long chanting nights bray
warm dreams for a
New life..
New beginning..
New day
3/17/2017
Lost in a vacuum of darkness
Hearing beats of a distant drum
A marshaling cadence that hearkened
Together we'll overcome
Advancing I pause to listen
The sonorous pounding increased
It's volume and rhythm did hasten
My lonely anxiety had ceased
I knew nothing now could stop me
Adrenaline numbed all sense of fear
My pace became more lively
As the darkness began to clear
Then suddenly another thumping
I tried to make sense of it all
My nerves were raw and jumping
from within I began to recall
A memory beckoned sweetly
Of days forever gone
Tucked away so neatly
For sake of moving on
Convinced my chance was over
For happiness and love
My world had grown so lonely
Like a hand without it's glove
I, the seedling, springing forth
After I had died
Know the measure of the wealth
Of love when I last tried
Then suddenly the beating
Of the drums began to sync
And all the possibilities
My mind began to think
Here am I, A lonely man
In darkness, 'til the end
Who's heard, the call, to see the light
And shine on me again
with the brilliant and ubertalented Jeannie Minor
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