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July 22 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 27-29
Key Verse – Proverbs 28:25 He that is of a proud heart stirreth up strife: but he that putteth his trust in the LORD shall be made fat.
HEART THAT COMPLETELY PUTS TRUST IN THE LORD
Our heart completely puts our trust in the Lord to overcome iniquity
As we repent with honest sincerity
According to His righteous purity
Toward cleansing against infirmity.
Our heart completely puts our trust in the Lord to subdue sinfulness
As we seek Him with confession-conscientiousness
According to His holy graciousness
Toward sanctification against filthiness.
Our heart completely puts our trust in the Lord to vanquish pride
As we approach Him humbly, devoid of arrogant stride
According to His Word as our guide
Toward abasement against haughtiness-slide.
Our heart completely puts our trust in the Lord to conquer idolatry
As we claim it with worshipful victory
According to His authoritative glory
Toward focus against selfishness-misery.
Our heart completely puts our trust in the Lord to avoid transgression
As we accept His forgiveness, devoid of guilt’s oppression
According to His purification with His supervision
Toward correction against indecision.
Our heart completely puts our trust in the Lord to straighten sentiment
As we beseech Him with prayerful commitment
According to His purging fulfillment
Toward direction against worldly enticement.
Our heart completely puts our trust in the Lord to confront disobedience
As we practice fervent faith and good works of stewardship’s diligence
According to His mercy and truth’s prevalence
Toward discipline against slothfulness’ persistence.
July 22, 2026
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s52faSuJiHg
We are all beautiful lace, one snip of the thread and we can all unravel
better crochet our hearts to each others cotton and take care of ourselves
for the sake of each other...
I remember mama with her crochet and plastic glasses that gleamed
she always knew the answers to our many questions or so it seamed
back then she worked in a factory, but at night we trimmed rolls of lace
while watching television, and talking with each other, face to face
Outside our front door there was fresh clean air and the grass was green
it was the seventies and life was lived full of color, and a backyard scene
Father worked at the Montreal Children's Hosp. doing laundry in a basement
dressed in white attire he worked early morning shifts without abasement
One day he brought home a box of broken dolls , one even had blue hair
we had little but we had much, as we sutured every arm n' limb with flair
we laughed and pretended to be doctors, oh what I wouldn't give today
for one more suture dare. ...
We are all beautiful lace, one snip of the tread and we might just unravel
we might as well make the best of it, until we can finally hit the gravel...
Now we face much evil..Our so called mainstays of social stability are being
outed in increasing numbers.' I see we
Are going to 'hit an obstacle!' Once more
Depraved filth is aired.' There should be a
Reckoning, Is the first thought i had yet
Is this 'plan D?' Is there a plan F? Is the
Three million documents and films etc an
Attempt to mesmerise the populaces to
Break the rythem of revelations.? Is this it?
Is there to be a (Two week lull?) Are we being guided to an abasement of our integrity.' Or removal might be a better descriptive?
Are we meant to be in state; of compliance? Are we to see the challenge as
Un surmountable..? Am i supposed to
reason thus.' I am a quiet man as a rule,
So
Now dear readers, are we meant to
accept that there are murderers
carpenters horticultural home, improvers
And ( a filth just not to be noticed?) do we
Allow them to have their little corner and
Hide away doing such still..?
This damaging plan.? to keep
Continuing
It is going to be up to us.'
To proclaim evil and
Sickness loudly its being laid almost
bare.' ( there are acts un-known still )
Its not good if they get half the world
to turn away, God bless you all.'
August 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 54-58
Key Verse – Isaiah 54:10 For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the LORD that hath mercy on thee.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS MERCY ON US
Praise be to God for His mercy on us:
Enabling us through His faithfulness
Enclosing us around His fellowship
Establishing us upon His fortitude
Empowering us through His fire
Enlarging us by His fruitfulness
Isaiah 55:7 Praise be to Lord for pardoning us
abundantly midst our:
Problems provoking pain
Presumptions prompting pressure
Purposelessness pestering progress
Perversions promoting peaceless pursuits
Philosophies pending performance-productivity
Isaiah 56:8 Praise be to the Saviour
for gathering us whom He:
Saved with His redemption
Satisfied along His restoration
Sanctified by His righteousness
Secured through His regeneration
Settled toward His reaching-out revival
Isaiah 57:18-19 Praise be to the Creator
for healing our:
Ailments of abominations’ agitation
Afflictions of adversities’ alarm
Abuses of apathy’s aloofness
Addictions of accomplishments’ arrogance
Apprehensions of adversaries’ aggressiveness
Arthritis of accolade- ambition
Anorexia of affrightedness-absorption
Asthma of accusation-attack
Abundance of agony-address
Astigmatism of abasement-absence
Isaiah 58:2 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for helping us
take delight in approaching God:
Bringing us to His will
Blessing us by His wonders
Bracing us upon His wisdom
Building us up along His Word
Beautifying us with His worthy ways. Amen!
August 8, 2024
Oh, Ezra, I feel your sorrow
Tearing your tunic and cloak
Pulling hair from head and beard
Sitting down with heart broke
A teacher versed in Law of Moses
Given by the LORD God of israel
Hearing the priests and Levites
Mixing with neighboring people
Everyone who trembled at the
Words of God of Israel
Gathered around Ezra because
Of unfaithfulness of exiles
We fnd ourselves in similar situations,
The "Persia" of then is now Iran,
Our America is divided on various fronts
It seems difficult for any plans
Is it not time we join Ezra's example
As he prayed from deep serf-abasement?
Is it not time we fall on our knees praying to God
For America's misplaced, sinful discontent?
The Israelites gathered around Ezra
They, too, wept bitterly in remorse
Could it happen in USA?
Dear LORD, our ways have strayed far off course
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency
and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won
the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss
perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of
glory fame power and victories of raging belligerence
for one goal or other and the wasteland of abasement
the cemetery has long been closed for overpopulation
instead landfill sites have replaced ceremonial plight
because remembering might cast a shadow of doubt
lest we forget the tragic blood shed and mutilations
foot soldiers and money lusting collaborators alike
would stand a chance of wielding humanity instead
of the overwhelming desire to kill execute and maim
dumping grounds and hazardous waste dumps have
replaced ceremonial remembrance of defeated trust
in humanity butchered on the killing fields forever more
worms devour shattered bones and vacant skulls’ remains
finish off what history buries in its toxic suffocating void
with only a few widows gazing at weeds and wilting poppies
orphans of wealth scramble at the surface and gather tears
that slide like slime and splattered brains down to their hearts
draped in rags the hungry vagrants have lost their appetite
while the grim reaper belches in flatulent satisfied reward
they tie a white flag so innocent that it remains invisible
chant a cacophonous melody as they inhale a final whiff
their loved ones died in vain and are unwilling to applaud
their henchmen and woman who cast their sword for death
and vitriol of marching onwards until ultimate surrender
but in tune to their own souls and deeply rooted disgust
they dig up the remains of sacrificed friends and former foes
gather in candlelight vigils and refuse to not fight for light
08th March 2021
Planet of unsettling decline
losing our swagger of firm footing
staggered by earth's vast pool of needy preservation.
To seek global rule to fix plastic shard oceans pushed from
a safety zone sustainable
to bring nature's biodiversity to healthy
to stop a virus that drains color from life
to free the elderly from weighty tears
to heal an urban drug lurch of self abasement
to widen narrow alleys of thought
to lift the knife edge danger of human dislocation
to starve a diet of misdirected war
to dislodge regimes of hefty monsters who rob
their people's freedom.
If I ruled our sphere we'd stop the "what if's" and just do
like re-inhabiting our streets to purge litter,
or to strive for self correction
nourished by new discovery
and love what we should be closer to.
Poem composed: August 19/2020
(Revised January 2, 2021)
The USA is not perfect
never has been
never will be
Unlike Russia, which has
‘no alcohol problem’
‘no civil disobedience’
‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth in the
information it disseminates to
suckers around the world...
Yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
not with George Washington
the 1700’s slaveholder (gasp!)
on our currency, not to mention
Susan B. Anthony, who was proudly
anti-abortion, pro-life – for shame, for shame!
~ Our ignominious past consigns us to eternal penance ~
Unlike Libya, where an ancient slave trade flourishes
to this very day: Muslims enslaving black Christians
which does not fit the media’s narrative
so most people aren't aware of it
and the rest don’t care about it
Unlike Afghanistan, where the repression of the 'Old Taliban'
is now fully in place under the ‘Newer, More Gentle Taliban’
or Syria, whose butcher of a ruler has made refugees of half his
citizenry, gassing thousands of others with chemical weapons…
But yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
Never has been
Never will be
Let us forever grovel in abasement to all the tin-horn dictators of the world
not to mention our home-grown squadrons of regressive radical progressives
Down with Jefferson, Lincoln, Grant, Teddy Roosevelt, Truman and Reagan!
Up with Omer, Tlieb, Pressley, Sanders, AOC, Corey Bush, Schiff, Nadler...
Long live Maduro, Castro, the Mullahs, Xi, bin Salman, Abbas, Gaddafi et al!
Lies are Truths Might Makes Right Facts are Opinions
1 9 8 4
Sometimes, in the mornings,
The morning crows don’t sing—
Perched and preaching by a loblolly.
Breathe in this metanoia,
We all live for it.
And if the morning crows never reverenced,
Sitting at my doorstep,
Waiting for my feet to touch pavement,
I might’ve deemed you worthy of abasement.
But the morning crows chant my indiscretions,
To the man in the moon,
Too far to touch, too distant to see—
So I cannot tell him
Of my worries.
Fill up this cup with your americano—
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted of it.
The morning crows fear I will be different
When the sun sets
And daybreak ends.
So I hide in my sleigh bed,
Too frightened to tell you
That I am revolutionizing myself.
The morning crows now mourn the loss of youth.
As I settle down to become holy,
They sing my death—
Heedlessness,
Widening your eyes,
Sharpening your grin.
When I wane once more,
The morning crows will say,
They told me so.
Perched and preaching by a loblolly,
I am reclaimed, rosy-eyed.
Breathe in this metanoia.
We all live for it—
Though no advocate of radical mass stick tummy,
there must needs be
some nonviolent modus operandi and/or
modus vivendi spelling abandonment,
whereby two party bicameral political
system in United States buzzfeed ding,
sans avarice, greed, nepotism... abasement
of sacrosanct principles enshrined in Constitution,
and Declaration of Independence clamor
for immediate attention to weedout,
uproot, stymie... crass, baseles, abhorrent...
exploitation of egregious abuse of power,
particularly of abolishment
vitiating sacred inalienable rights
vaingloriously, mercilessly, diffiantly...
killing (albeit courtesy of skulduggery),
hence requiring abortifacient
to terminate unfair fallout upon heads
(shoulders, knees, and toes)
of middle and lower class
countrymen/women nonabsorbent
to the countless injurious infractions
to manny innocent individuals
forcing vast majority of population
to become abstinent
asper the inherent abstract treasured gems
of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
which once fledgling lucky accident
embarked upon by thirteen original
colonies bestowed opportunities
for migrants one and all to exalt
(amidst setbacks) many an accomplishment
unattainable in their (not so secure)
homeland when avast mecca of pristine
sea and sky invited fiercely
enterprising pioneers accouterment
to be plucked from the land, unfortunately
at mercy of indigenous people
(an unpardonable genocide), which blood,
sweat and tears allowed accruement
justly deserved personal,
or colonial achievement