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HEART OF WORSHIP
I stand in worship to You my Father God..
Every Friday how you shake, stir,
engulf and fill my heart with so much gladness...
Once I stand there...
Uncaring who hears
and sees me,
for all I want in those two hours is just to
sing for You.
allow me to tell,
How I was before..
I stood like a tree just singing..
but now..
I could wholly understand and appreciate
what true worship and giving praise is...
My arms unintentionally..
I lift them high. I wave. I clap.
even my feet I can't
stop their talk.
They have their own beat.
I can't stop the groove.
I can't stop the stomp.
I can't halt the swing.
Sometimes, I even hop
and somehow jump.
How could I not be?
Must I be shy?
Must I be ashamed?
But NO..
no! no! no!
I am not.
For those very few hours,
I am there and I believe You are there watching me.
You alone are my audience.
You alone, I like to please.
You alone, I offer the hymns I utter.
there are times, tears fall from my eyes
as I feel Your presence next to me,
as I experience Your words speaking to me
I experience them serenading, winning me.
They are embracing me.
Your living words gradually restoring me.
They are healing every ache.
They are melting every fear.
They are dissolving every worry.
They are day by day transforming, changing me..
They are day by day reminding me of what to do..
They are in my walk, talk, actions, anything that I do.
They become a rainbow fountain of hope,
encouragement,
strength,
peace
and joy.
I am deeply overwhelmed by
how great!
How great !
How great You are to me!
How I love to sing........
I know I got no golden voice..
Nor am I not so sure that
I am hitting rightly the notes,
But I believe..
I trust my Father God that
You will see my desire..
You will see my longing..
You will see each and every thought running in my mind...
More, You will see my heart,
my heart of worship.
(c)Olive Eloisa
11:50pm
July 25, 2014
I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean to leave so suddenly.
I really miss him
and I still care about him.
I was just scared
that he was upset with me,
and instead of talking about it,
I left.
I feel ashamed about it.
I don’t want him to hate me.
I don’t want him to think
I left because I didn’t care.
I just don’t like affection.
I don’t like love.
I don’t like relationships.
They make me uncomfortable.
I’ve always felt uncomfortable with them.
I don’t know why.
Every time someone gets close to me,
part of me just wants to leave.
But with him,
I actually felt happy.
And that’s what makes me feel worse,
because I really did care about him,
and I really did like being with him.
I just can’t stay.
It doesn’t feel right to me.
It never does.
Even when everything is good,
I still feel like I need to get away.
I wish I knew how to explain it better.
I wish I could just be normal about love
and not feel so uncomfortable with it.
But I can’t.
So I left,
and I’m sorry.
Maybe one day
I’ll understand myself better.
Maybe one day
I’ll stop being scared of love.
Maybe one day
I’ll learn how to love.
But right now,
I just don’t know how.
For my father up above
This goes out to you
I continue to sin
With actions I have no desire to do
I know I can be stronger
But situations make me weak
As much as I ask for your guidance
I know The ability is only in me
Forgive me for all that I am
Forgive me for all that I don’t do
To take the actions that are needed
To fulfill what I feel I lose
I seek for forgiveness
In things I can control
How can I be so stubborn
If it’s something I already know
I am not myself
I keep saying everyday
But is that the truth
Or do i lie to myself so that I’m not ashamed
I should appreciate more
For those who support me
But I’m blinded by my desires
What is there I do not see
Don’t be angry with my sins
Only you know my heart
Happiness is just not there
I feel torn apart
I ask what I should do
But I know the answer is hidden
I just don’t know where to look
Even in the scripts I keep reading
Even though I surrender to you
I can only walk as I know
Don’t quit on me my loving father
My faith is all I have to show
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Form:
The colors of my mind bleed into each other
Sometimes I’m a selfish fake
Who seeks comfort from another
But all my complaints quickly shrink to nothing
for I'm ashamed of all my something’s
Infected with where I live,
Searching for what only you can give,
let me live without this empty bliss and Selfishness
Ignorance is bliss, cherish it
pretty neighborhoods with smiles and
Lies about the times
while secretly wishing to go back
to save the child
With Desires running deeper than human bones
Penetrating hearts of imbedded stone
When suddenly, I hear the unspeakable
“You’re my masterpiece which makes you beautiful”
Now, In a world I found so hard I find so beautiful
There's a hope in him deep inside for me,
Sweet loving words restored my true identity.
By: Sabina Nicole
Band: Flyleaf
songs: Amy Said/so I thought/ I'm so sick/ Believe in dreams/There for you
NYC, be very, ashamed!
One dead officer buried?
6th Avenue showed it’s honors!
The next day in gratitude,
You go out and destroy store shop owners?
No wonder death walks your streets.
Helpless women in smelly subways!
are beaten or their deaths do meet.
Children are killed or in faces shot?
Yes, your stinking mandates, cause
death a lot.
Hidden behind idiotic masks.
You adore them, admit it.
But on a dead policeman, you’d spit, in
a New York Minute?
1/31/2022
And a salute to NYC’s finest. And all, in cities across the USA who lose their lives...that we live! THANK YOU. Hardly enough?
Pele's home rumbles within the dome -- I came to atone.
What was I then; what am I now? Dominance lost, so ashamed,
a man I'd been, a King on a throne -- now powerless a woman, a crone.
To the womb I return, to grow and reform, second chance my aim.
Tired and drawn, plucked to the bone -- so far from the comfort of home
a group of seekers gathered to entreat the mother, to the cauldron we came.
Islands of sea, islands of self immersed in loam -- groomed for sacrifice not alone
cleansed -- held upright by sisters we sought the wisdom of the flame.
In a future time, a far off place, deep within the gloam, my spirit roams;
I'll be returned; a man again lessons learned, my titles to reclaim
for through the passage of time and form -- I'd be reborn, soul grown,
cherishing the lessons, cauldron learned, my second chance attained.
* This is a true past life memory.
Don't be ashamed or think your wrong
If you cant be really strong
You've been through events so rough
Your job can be really tough
Seeing things so horrible
It is very terrible
That you have to go through this
Most people will seem to miss
The nightmares you have to face
They could never take your place
It's a job that takes a toll
Tearing at your very soul
When you remember friends you lost
From your troop. It is the cost
You pay defending folks like me
Missing your own family
Who worry every single day
For their soldiers far away
Who are special veterans
Being saluted once again
Every November but I say
Let's salute them every day
It's the least we all can do
For the folks that pull us through
Men women and the puppies
Keeping us safe why can't we see
How much we owe them every day
Please just don't push them away
A man's lot is not for a woman to bear,
A man's lot is not for a woman to replace,
A man's lot is not for a woman to excuse,
A man's lot is not for a woman to direct,
A man's lot is not for a woman to belittle,
A man's lot is not for a woman to cling to,
A man's lot is not for a woman to pigeonhole.
A woman's lot is not for a man to own,
A woman's lot is not for a man to decide,
A woman's lot is not for a man to discourage,
A woman's lot is not for a man to define,
A woman's lot is not for a man to pity,
A woman's lot is not for a man to despise,
A woman's lot is not for a man to fear.
Nor is it a man or a woman's job to to dictate,
What these lots mean to any one man or woman.
The only thing that should define either role,
Is respect for a choice made freely and willingly,
Without coercion or lack of opportunity,
With passion and love the driving force.
Will making fifty/fifty calls,
For women and Men without passion,
Or love of the choice made in their name,
That makes men ashamed to be men,
And women ashamed to be women,
Really be the path to a just society.
Can we not look to the great women of the past,
Who let passion and love,
Be their guide when mountains had to be climbed,
Men had to be convinced,
And social norms ignored.
These trail blazers who were not ashamed of their sex,
Who fought not to take over but to stand alongside on equal footing.
Will we ever understand that equality equals opportunity?
Opportunity equals progress,
Progress equals commitment,
Commitment equals Love, respect, passion, understanding,
Understanding equals lack of shame or guilt about a choice,
We should all be free to make by and for ourselves.
Only when we have learned the meaning of these words can we
Hope to one day reach the top of the mountain,
And see what grows where Love and Passion alone,
Are the driving force.
Suffering for Christ
Tears, flow for the way the world treated Jesus,
Suffering for a world that knew him not.
Then, to ponder what was within this Jesus.
This drive of the Living God flowing throughout.
That, a carpenter would build his own cross.
To carry to his own death, unknowingly
The prideful and leaders would nail the carpenter.
To the cross to complete this work as finished.
That others might receive this Spirit of the Living God, for we are the ones truly suffering without,
This promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit.
I ponder , Stephen what drove within you to tell of this Jesus that would have you stoned to death.
For, this power and glory within could not be contained. Spirit of fire set ablaze within.
While, looking up to heaven smiling at Jesus at the right hand of God, Paul, what drove you to go against everything you had been taught, to tell of this Jesus from which, once was out to crucify others talking about Jesus. You would be stoned, flogged, whip , persecuted, yet this Spirit placed within was thriving. ?Philippians 1:20-24 NIV?
[20] I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. [21] For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. [22] If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know! [23] I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; [24] but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body.
All the apostles persecuted,stoned put in jail,for the prideful and arrogant leaders wanted all praise and glory of man, that this Spirit did not spread.
Now, when I hear suffering for Christ.
It is a reminder, the body without the Spirit of the Living God is truly the one suffering.
For, we see in this world wars,hatred,greed, division from people who have rejected the Living God to purify One into A Child of the Living God, Spirit dwelling within the temple made without the hands of mankind.
I'm thankful Lord for you still keeping me here
for you saving my soul I no longer have to live in fear
I'm no longer ashamed to praise your righteous holy name
ever since you came into my life I knew I wouldn't be the same
I'm thankful for my bad times I'm thankful for the good
I wouldn't give away what you blessed me with even if I could
you've given me the strength to make it threw it threw each day
I won't complain if someone wrongs me cause you said
VENGEANCE IS MINE I WILL REPAY
I'm thankful in all things both negatives and positives
your son Jesus showed me how I should live
I'm just thankful O Lord with what you blessed me with
you gave me eternal life & blessed me with a lyrical gift
I come to your throne to praise & honor your greatness
you've given me a loving heart & taught me to be patient
if I ever needed a reason to follow you I now believe
cause when I called on your name you set me free
I cry out to you O Lord from this poem of choice
you called out, I answered, I recognize ya voice
I can't thank you enough for you unconditional love
but I give thanks to you now for this heavenly
gift you gave me from above