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Father,
May your eyes be open and your ears attending to the prayers made in this place.
Consecrate this home, so that your name will be known here forever. Please make it a house of prayer. A place of grace. A dwelling where your Spirit is pleased to rest upon.
May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ. The love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with all who enter this home that You have provided for us!
Lord, please bless this household of your servants and all that belongs to us. Help us to move about here with humility, gentleness, with patience. Bearing with one another in love.
Make us to abide peacefully within the boundaries of these walls and give us rest on all sides with neither adversary or misfortune.
Help help us who reside here to be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving each other daily.
In our anger, don't let us sin, nor let the sun go down before we have dealt with the cause of it! Make us to confess our sin of anger to one another and to pray for one another, so that this home will daily be a place of healing, not strife. Help us to not use harsh words to each other and let our answers be soft.
By your grace, we will lie down in peace and be blessed when we come and leave and help us not give a foothold to the devil, by unwholesome talk towards each other.
Finally, today Lord we ask Your grace to remind and help in praying this for our children, friends, neighbors and enemies and it is to You Father, through your Son Jesus and by the power of the Holy Spirit and in accordance with your will that we make this request today, with thanks!
Amen
Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he.
Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker
for he veers of from his father, made math his liqueur
Lewis was Charles tongue in cheek, he wore hats
and from his birth place, he transformed Cheshire cats.
Lewis Carroll wrote “Alice” sure, he was also Charles Dodgson
but who wrote the marrow, now that’s where the God comes!
Now, many men wrote the Bible or so we surmise
and the pages they garnered came in random sizes.
Yes they picked, they plucked, these men were right scary
and what do you know, left out the Book of Mary!
Now you modern readers just might take a note
the resemblance twixt Alice and Mary's no anecdote.
Dogdson, yes Carroll, knew Mary so it seems
yet, Alice sweet Alice is who came in his dreams.
Carroll clothed Alice and it's no surprise
that in Chapter 3:21, her dress he seeks dried!
For Alice, dear Alice, did not wish to die!
“She would catch a bad cold if she could not get dry.”
Carroll being the kind creator, he would
had the mouse read to Alice the driest of books.
Again and again, his benevolence is shown
when he sends Alice a rabbit to soon lead her home.
So, we are lead on in most delightful detail
to Chapter 4:15 where her flight is curtailed.
As Cain slew Abel, so the Queen beheaded prates.
Yet, she’d no power at all, over bodiless cats!
Now, Chapter 12 is truly my favorite, as you may surmise
Lewis Carroll has dreamed much of caterpillar size..
He dreamed a whole world full of goodness and villainy.
As anyone can see, men will see what they see,
and the Looking Glass has as much meaning to me
as the Bible may have to the Christians, let be.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a fellow black man is glorifying his brother man who cheat and lie to his wife and family, this is bull how are we building the nation with lustful horny old boys.We need disciplined committed men who are not easy destructed to fight with this institutionalized system intended to destroy a black melanated man.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet an illiterate fellow black man will call you a scammer for choosing to HodL bitcoin instead of material possesion now they have 25 years on bonds, ballon payment and debt while one is sitting on 25 bitcoin.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet an illiterate fellow black man assume 27 cars is a symbol of wealth i told them i rather have 27 bitcoin or 27 hectars of land.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a black man is celebrated for accumulating vanity slaves material possessions when you ask about assets vs liabilities balances sheet or cashflow thats when you realised these people are uninformed, illiterates who worship vanity instead of accummulating cash generating assets then you ask yourself whats the purpose of school if it produce so many vanity slaves.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a fellow black man will never encourage you to start a business let alone support your initiatives but rather call you names for unplugging from a 9-5 employment matrix cause the only thing he ever wish for was to escape the village and experience city life.
These are some of the things that contribute to overall moral decay.The problem with us is that we dont keep it real with each other.We all allow our fellow brother man to indulge in unproductive economical and personal life activities that only keep them in a rat race or destroy thier mental peace.The ripple effect of this ignorance is the current state of the nation.
THERE COMES A TIME IN OUR LIFE
WE QUESTION IF ITS WRONG OR RIGHT
IF WE TRUST GOD AND BELIEVE
GOD WILL GIVE US DISCERNMENT TO PERCEIVE
WHEN WE ARE ATTENTIVE TO RECEIVE
WE MUST ASKED GOD TO RENDER DISCERNMENT
AND NOT TO BE TOO HASTY TO GIVE IN TO BELIEVE
WHAT MAY LOOK GOOD TO YOU AND ME
MAY BE COVER UP IN CLOTHING OF ROYALTY
THAT'S WHY WE ASKED GOD FOR DISCERNMENT
FOR HE WANTS US TO HAVE JOY AND CONTENTMENT
WE MUST STAY PRAYERFUL AND ASK GOD FOR DISCERNMENT
BE A COMMITTED BELIEVER OF CHRIST DAY AND NIGHT
NOT TO SIT IN JUDGEMENT BUT ASK GOD FOR DISCERNMENT
CONTINUE TO ASK GOD FOR DISCERNMENT IN YOUR LIFE
You tried so long studying me,
That I gave up allowing you to see anything,
You treated my heart like it was a game,
You analyzed me for your own personal gain,
You used me for all your lessons and speeches,
My life was the topic with your intellectual leeches,
You took all their opinions and conformed your own take,
You even had the audacity to try to figure out my spiritual name,
Which by the way, you would have never guessed then,
Because it's very uncommon and it was hidden from your hands,
God placed a veil over me, because He saw what was going on,
So He took the extra measure to protect my heart,
You viewed me as unwise, and not worth your time,
You allowed your own label from others to define,
So I stopped speaking and then I allowed you to assume,
So then maybe God would allow you to see you,
My intent was pure as I was hoping yours was the same,
If you didn't make it a game I would have told you my name,
They often ask me why I don’t wear festive clothes, why I don’t paint my face,
Don’t you also like to shine in the light of a clear morning?
Oh, if only I could tell them that every act of beautification feels like just a veil over a wound,
As if I were hanging curtains over broken windows, hiding the emptiness of a room.
They tell me to apply mascara, but I carry shadows under my eyes that cannot be concealed,
They tell me to color my lips, but sometimes I struggle to part them to speak heavy words.
It’s not rebellion or indifference, but a weariness that settles like a stone on the soul,
Whispering from deep within my bones, “What is the purpose of this parade of lights?”
They say, “Beautify yourself and you will feel the comfort of the light that envelops you,”
But how can I explain that feigned brightness only makes the darkness seem more real?
Every brushstroke feels like a lie, as if I were painting a smile on a shadow,
I’ve stood before mirrors like standing before graves, trying to awaken a flower dried by time.
A version of me once bloomed under the warm sun, now withered under the burden of long winters,
Remaining silent in an empty room, where past desires whisper that I am still alive.
It’s not that I don’t want to feel beautiful, but beauty seems like a mask that no longer fits,
And there’s no makeup that can bring light to a place that’s forgotten how to shine.
So no, I don’t dress in festive clothes, because I’m already dressed in mourning,
And no highlighter can bring brightness to a heart that seeks to remember the light.
Dare Not Raise My Sight And Ask How And Why
It is my time one other lesson to learn
And see through pain truths that me burn
In life nothing for granted is to gain
To wage wars against kismet is vain
Or think to a life through me I could belong
And own the right to show right from wrong
One other lesson despite what I am of age
To reconsider what I feel and think is sage
So humble to God that I dare not lament and whine
I just have to bow and ask not to be a soul of no spine
Rather able to endure what makes a backbone bend
Not a human of fake strength trying to everything mend
A human.. a woman of super powers.. what a fallacy !
Am of flesh and soul.. how it could be ? Have a mercy !
As a restless river my emotions abruptly flow
When hampered, they inundate unable to slow
With my oversight I failed to God’s grace praise
Abundantly blessed I recall how I was in a daze
Overwhelmed and seized by a heavy heart and many a sigh
I moaned but dare not raise my sight and ask how and why
The reason of mind a language the heart would reprehend
In its pain or rhapsody so blurred to see and comprehend
I pray to God scorching drops of pain dry and wane
Like a land that has to drink and absorb a ravaging rain
May God forgive my frailty His celestial wisdom couldn’t see
And empty my soul from disquiet to find the path of serenity
Nothing is under my control despite what I do and desire
God’s goodness and grace if not perceived the soul is afire
In the tranquility of my poetry my soul I bare and translate
My wounds in words I breathe.. in me what is dark illuminate.
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to condemn me for my life?
I may not think the way that you do
I may not worry about global issues
When I see a man starving on a street corner
I may not see the world through your eyes
Does that make me less than you?
Why does it bother you that I see a song in the petals of a flower?
My reality is my own
It doesn’t harm you in any way
Or does it make you question your own?
It is through words, pictures and song
That people like me use to make the world better
The next time you hear a song
Think of me and my vision of the world
And as you sing along or tap your feet
Then judge me
Condemn me
As long as you sing and tap you foot
That is all I can ask
As evil as my life is to you
At least you hear my words and enjoy them
No matter what you say about me
You respect my words, my music
And that is all I can ask
All I ask
I saw you flinch, when I said her name;
Is this normal behaviour, from someone who is just a friend?
I hope not for I want us to be much more than just good friends.
I want you and I to be good until the end.
I honestly stand here offering you love for life.
All I ask is you stay faithful and tell me no lies.
Then you shall see, I mean what I say.
I’m older now and people change.
So let’s rearrange the past and the present
And make the future ours.
Let’s love each other for a lifetime
And maybe eternal happiness could be ours.
All I ask for is your endless love and
Complete devotion to only me and
Do not cheat…
That is all I ask.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Why do you need gas?
For my car
Why do you need a car?
Because I live far from work
Why do you live far from work?
Because I need a house
Why do you need a house far from work?
Because they're affordable
Why are they affordable far from work?
Because the government lowers the taxes there
Why does the government lower the taxes there?
Because they do less for you
Why would you want them to do less for you?
Because it's forced on you
Why would they do that
Because they want to do less
Why would you want less?
I asked for less
Why did you ask for less?
To survive
Will you?
No
Why are you doing it then?
I am waiting for them to change
Are they?
No
Then why are you doing it?
I'm hopeful
What is that?
A bird with wings.
Is that true?
No
Then why are you lying to me?
I hope you will make a difference
What is that?
A change
From what?
Myself
How will I know what that is if you are lying to me?
You won't
Then we will die?
Yes
Is that okay?
Don't ask me