Let me express my complete emotions
Give all to him who's vast as earth's oceans
He’s handsome and slightly tall
He’s my up lifter whenever I fall
If I can’t spend my days with him on earth
Tell me what’s my life really worth
I’m willing to show him the worst of me
That’s how an undying love should be
He’s my soul-mate for eternity
Together we can embrace this journey of life
With endless sincerity
I love him from the bottom of my heart
And no-one can break us apart
This love of ours will never perish
He’s the man I’ll always cherish
In this world, I may never find
Another man like him who’s one of a kind
I want to give him my all
But words are not enough to say
I rather show him how I feel in every way.
Tom Woody and Joe Dimino..Gave me thought.?? Got me
Looking..' this is some-thing to-know.!! I was spurred to
Expand on the Gospel of John, by Toms good comment
Helpfull and strong..Joe's onions..? Er I mean opinions.!!
Well they'd got my thoughts on the roll.!!! Scroll??? About Robin Hood
( and little John..' Or was it John little.??? I essayed a smile
And short internet stroll.' search concluded.' It was as I'd suspected and f A Christian Author was found..
Howard Pyle, so here I was, (on solid ground!!!) We'd connected..A most gifted man I
(Stand in awe) not of Pyle..May I add' yet OF OUR MIGHTY
LORD...!!!) HE is working He has worked He is working
Still.! Through ( Tom Joe and Howard ) in clarity through the
Din..Of this worlds false teaching.. His will.' What have we lost???
A golden epoch When Howard was hot.? A painter a writer
A lifter of faith a man of God.!!! And yet I haste.. To add
There is more.!!! What riches await??? This Great God and
Our Father Lord of all states.' His promise is real He alone
Can deliver.!!! My spirit now on fire..I say (let the ether shiver!)
On my knees, I glorify the Lord
He is the lifter of our head
We can go to sleep because of what He said!
In the midst of our enemies
The Lord Jesus will reign
The Word of the Lord is a Sword
God will only tolerate so much and
Then He will Act and Perform His Word
Psalm three for my enemies
A remedy for life when they try to harm us
We praise God for His mercy and
We thank Him for His love and
When we face our enemies we thank God for Psalm Three
Psalm three for my enemies
A remedy for life when they try to harm us
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Let me express my complete emotions
Give all to him who's vast as earth's oceans
He’s handsome and slightly tall
He’s my up lifter whenever I fall
If I can’t spend my days with him on earth
Tell me what’s my life really worth
I’m willing to show him the worst of me
That’s how an undying love should be
He’s my soul-mate for eternity
Together we can embrace this journey of life
With endless sincerity
I love him from the bottom of my heart
And no-one can break us apart
This love of ours will never perish
He’s the man I’ll always cherish
In this world, I may never find
Another man like him who’s one of a kind
I want to give him my all
But words are not enough to say
I rather show him how I feel in every way.
November 9 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 13-15
Key Verse – John 13:13 Ye call me Master and Lord: and ye say well; for so I am.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR LEADING US
SINCE HE IS OUR MASTER AND LORD
Praise be to God for leading us since
He is our Master and Lord; indeed our:
Life-Builder
Love-Bestower
Lesson-Bloomer
Learning-Beautifier
Lifter, bracing us up by the Bible
John 14:6 Praise be to the Lord for
He is the way toward:
Salvation-certainty by His grace
Success so clearly grand and good
Service through His calling that is great
Satisfaction with His compassionate generosity
Scriptural spirituality along His sovereign guidance
John 15:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for being the true vine:
Redeeming us for our regeneration
Restoring us being His ransomed
Re-creating us toward renewal
Reviving us by His rejoicing
Replenishing us in His rest. Amen!
November 9, 2024
Old
Digger, lifter, mover, slicer
Friend of ScoopDog and Dugger Graves
Lover of landscaping, building, and gardening
Who feels less sharp, disused, and edgy
Who fears dull blades, broken handles, and rust
Who would like to see verdant gardens, straight fence posts, and freshly laid sod
Resident of the junk section on the old wood fence just outside the tool shed
Shovel
I wouldn't claim you weary me
For Muse, it's me, apparently
Here in the room, a faint perfume
Of dust, or must, a tinge of gloom
Thank you for the lovely talk
That we encountered on our walk
In the backyard to garden small
And viewed the sky above the wall
And truly, truly, oh my word!
Sweet serenades, that little bird!
It's so good to have you near
And share a bit of lovely cheer
You beside these past few days
I've sorrowed, mourned, delighted
Praised
It's so good you're here again
The gentle lifter of my pen
"A must read.."
So often appearing
This prescription..
This assumption that
Searching is the same
What I have read
Is a cloud lifter
And will be for you..
Futility unleashed
This story of ever
Expanding beliefs of
Separation...
She felt her soulmate years before she met him.
Felt him watching her, from safety of the jungle.
Was not sure if he was man or beast but felt connected.
He was sure this was his up-lifter partner, but she was a two-legged.
He had been taught to fear them or hate them. He was confused.
There was a silver cord of pureness that wrapped around this one.
He watched her for years before he stepped to her side.
She reached out her hand, and stroked his head,
and they walked as one, encouraging and uplifting each other.
"Poetry” is a most powerful instrument
like a flute that is to be played.
Also, it is a pungent possibility
like a newly created perfume put on.
Yet, free to all, and for all to wear.
This is to be adorned, and is
one of the most of the highest of solemn calls.
Words that are spoken and then engraved,
never to be forgotten or ignored.
It can reshape the world
that is in pieces and so, so torn.
A restorative medicine
to a life that is very, very worn.
An elixir of life and
a healer of lives beset by strife.
A lifter of our inner thoughts
and our buried emotions.
A fire-works of explosions
raising us up to a newer dimension.
A reversal of cacophonies, man-made devastations.
Words of pretty portraits and musical orchestras
of artistically crafted words:
Seamed stitched and woven and fashionably embroidered.
Also, made into a mighty steely shining sword.
It takes a while for corn flakes to turn mushy,
I brew more coffee
watch the sun opening the plastic blind
just by the power of its muscular light.
I’m jotting down a prayer.
The words are milky with no
sharp edges to scratch my gums.
Jesus, who often takes possession of my black lab,
sticks a wet nose into my crotch.
Thin pajama’s cannot withstand
a dogs wet nose for long.
Now it’s trying to sniff my backside
through the wicker seat of my chair
tail wagging.
‘Say something about the love
that passeth all understanding’
I hear a strangely canine voice intone
In the third person singular.
The dog sits now, looks at me intently
with deep round eyes.
The corn flakes are soggy already,
I dip a sugar coated spoon.
Sunlight rests upon a countertop
flexing and stretching
like the morning smile
of a sleepy weight-lifter
or maybe a good-hearted hooker.
8675309
Andy got your number
lost for all comfort
pillows, chairs & patio;
comfort out my window
out on the porch swing
lifter of one's soul to swing
paradox, listed on behalf & pause
carry out the work sheet
lover of life
those numbers in the night
seek for laughter then awake
1980
grit in your teeth
follow your fellow script
laughter, mild & timid
carry through
cut the cake
turn the dial to think
pillows, creatures & words
very often sought out the poor window
pleased to wink & pray
// Note - this was the graduation poem I wrote for my daughter,
a landscape architecture major who is also a lovely poetess //
You've blessed us as you've grown from bud to blossom;
Bright sunflower and signet marigold.
A miracle of God, sacred and awesome -
A masterpiece we joyfully behold.
Now pillars of your life are rearranging,
Yet sing this constant chorus, gifted gifter:
Through rise and fall of tides with sandbars changing,
One rock remains: God is your spirit lifter.
Your life a poem of blue-eyed, sun-drenched words
With meter of precise deliberation;
Rich metaphors of love and singing birds -
The soul-soaked sounds of sweet alliteration.
Gentle of heart and generous of mien,
Sing to the tempo of your heartbeat drumming.
Pursue your lush landscapes and walls of green
As who you are and who you are becoming.
written May 2016
Jumping puddles on rainy days
is my sidewalk exercise challenge,
leaping over the wet intrusion,
keeping my shoes dry is a delusion.
Jumping puddles on rainy days,
I pretend to be a high jumper of sorts,
competing in the Olympics is quite a feat
as I land on my two feet and not my seat.
Jumping puddles on rainy days
provides an elevation of self esteem,
an ego lifter which gives me a big head,
except for a pond-sized one which I dread.
Jumping puddles on rainy days
breaks up the monotony of my life
as I venture to the great outdoors,
adding each jump to my rainy day scores.
Orange is more than a color or a scent
More than an up lifter
Charged and glitzy
Brings my happy self to full front
Prances her truth toward other colors
Not as vibrant, but ready at the helm
To twirl and whirl into orange’s dendrite stream.
Competitive yet knowing orange has captured the crown.
At least in my world of delight and whimsy which flows orange….
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