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July 4 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 107-110
Key Verse – Psalm 107:1 O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS GOOD AND MERCIFUL
God is good and merciful midst His eternal commitment
By His wonders of truth-settlement
That teaches us His fulfillment and fruitfulness’ enrichment…
Here we are with our faith’s empowerment for His achievement.
God is good and merciful midst His Scriptural steadfastness
By His Word of revelation’s completeness
That exposes us to His glory and greatness…
Here we are with our faith’s earnestness with our service-eagerness.
God is good and merciful midst His trustworthy assurance
By His work of life-building’s temperance
That opens to us His kingdom and ministry’s endurance…
Here we are upon our faith’s stance along our perseverance.
God is good and merciful midst His divine sovereignty
By His wealth of everlasting investments’ certainty
That shows us His heritage and rewards’ bounty…
Here we are along our faith’s sincerity to follow His authority.
God is good and merciful midst His perfect direction
By His wisdom of Scriptures’ instruction
That guides us toward our virtue and character-transformation…
Here we are through faith’s determination against temptation.
God is good and merciful midst His sure victory
By Your wealth of miracles’ victory
That strengthens us upon His kingdom and territory…
Here we are for faith’s declaration of Gospel story.
God is good and merciful midst His majestic fame
By His watchfulness of compassion’s flame
That settles us within His righteousness and majesty’s name…
Here we are toward faith’s increase as His salvation we proclaim.
July 4, 2025
Hurdling, bending, twisting about
Contemplating, stressing, feeling without
High as a kite then down in the dumps
Cat has my tongue, my throat filled with lumps
Floods of people. Why do they watch
Must act "normal" and perform top notch
Tinted windows for my car, deadbolts for my door
Alone once again just like before
A sigh of relief, beneath my covers
The ghost of inadequence, relentlessly hovers
A heavy black cloud, fixed over my head
Exposing guilt, multiplying my dread
I hide beneath a blanket of words, painting a picture on my veil
Transforming my insecurities, adorning my hell
My peers, in the dark, I have become my disguise
A gentle heart can read, it speaks clearly through my eyes
This breed is rare, no doubt, the minority
With a loving tongue, they call me out. I give them the authority
Sadly these souls are also tormented. How ironic
We connect on a new level, sweetly demonic
Fighting demons together, keeping faith in the good Lord
Armed with our similarities, communion, our sword
January 28 Scripture Meditations Based on Leviticus 25-27
Key Verse – Leviticus 25:18 … Thou shalt fear thy God: for I am the LORD your God.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTILLING IN ME REVERENTIAL FEAR
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear for Your holiness
Since You’ve imputed to me Your righteousness---
Keep me striving by Your purity’s immaculateness
While continuing along Your will’s steadfastness.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear for Your authority
Since You’ve adopted me as Your child by Your love’s security---
Keep me living under Your dominion’s gracious sovereignty
While confessing Your name’s great majesty.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear for Your commandment
Since You’ve called me toward Your commission-fulfillment---
Keep me obeying Your precepts, statutes and judgment
While complying to Your instructions’ requirement.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear for Your standard
Since You’ve appointed me as Your steward---
Keep me following Your diligence-pace away from the sluggard
While abiding in Your sure safeguard.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear for Your Word
Since You’ve taught me to handle it as the Spirit’s sword---
Keep me meditating Your law, not feeling bored
While applying Your Book’s principles, being divinely mentored.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear for Your lordship
Since You’ve freed me from sin-slavery bringing me to Your ownership---
Keep me submitting myself to Your leadership
While enjoying with delight’s bliss in Your fellowship and worship.
January 28, 2022
When snakes had legs and love was free,
A man called Adam climbed a tree.
Although he knew the act was banned,
He plucked an apple with his hand.
In Eden you could always find,
Delicious fruits of every kind.
And everyone of them were free,
Except the apples on this tree.
A snake you see, the curse of man,
Had swayed the mind of his woman.
His partner Eve had tried it all,
Except this luscious juicy ball.
But God had made it very clear,
He was the one you had to fear.
There is one thing you should not do,
”This tree is mine, and not for you!”
When battle rages in man’s mind,
To do what’s right for all mankind.
A woman’s will, will then prevail,
No matter if it makes him fail.
So Adam plundered to his fate,
His woman said she could not wait.
He plucked the fruit to his demise,
No matter that it was unwise.
Now God’s authority was broke,
They’d disobeyed the words he spoke.
He told them both to go away,
And closed his garden from that day.
So Eve and Adam, duly clothed,
Now left that place they’d been betrothed.
And found a world so large and free,
Where they could climb just any tree.
The snake of course had lost it’s legs,
Because he put God’s power to test.
By tempting woman in this way,
He’d had an awful price to pay.
But God it was, who came off worse,
His power was gone, and even worse.
A ‘woman’ had defeated him,
By making man commit this sin.
So women now will rule the land,
Not God, or men you understand?
For women conquer all they see.
While God enjoys ‘snakes legs’ for tea!
She stood by the waters
And viewed the withered stump
Shall life come to broken wood
When her veins have clumps
...of deception
Hope almost gone, nothing left
Delivered to trying ground
She put her nose to grindstone
Til all the voices left...sound
...stillness of night
She followed the lamb
A ways down the road
With full armor and sword
She began to win territory
For the LOVE of her LORD
One TRUTH stood in every land
Daddy God's name is LOVE
No authority but His
Can bring a WORD above
...His sacrifice
Every soul that meets her mouth
With her LOVE connect
To the deception believed
Til the soil of the heart rejects
...below
At that exact moment
Of seed intervention
REVELATION shows forth
The beauty of His creation
...in self
I am LOVED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-27-2023
Jesus served his brethren
He didn't come just to rule
His purpose to be of service
to be a godly tool
to be of service, an amenity
to be useful to others
to stand in the gap, lift up and pray
for your fellow sisters and brothers
to be of service like Jesus
Who for us put His life on the line
He walked in joy with humility deployed
and an attitude spiritually divine
to be of service, an amenity
to be useful to others.
to stand in the gap, lift up and pray
for your fellow sisters and brothers
true greatness comes not
from flaunting authority nor being cruel
true greatness comes from being humble
kind and spiritually ruled
so be of service, be of purpose
as you travel this life
be like the Son of Man
Our Lord Jesus the Christ
to be of service, an amenity
to be useful to others
to stand in the gap, lift up and pray
for your fellow sisters and brothers
to be of service to minister
to your fellow man
to be a help and not a hindrance
Is how you godly stand
to be of service, an amenity
to be useful to others
to stand in the gap, lift up and pray
for your fellow sisters and brothers
to be of service, an amenity
to be useful to others
to stand in the gap, lift up and pray
for your fellow sisters and brothers
April 13 Scripture Meditations Based on Nehemiah 4-6
Key Verse – Nehemiah 5:19 Think upon me, my God, for good, according to all that I have done for this people.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR THINKING OF ME
Thank You for thinking of me and my spirituality
Upon Your loving authority
Around Your control’s sovereignty
For me to be surely sober in my biblical Christianity.
Thank You for thinking of me and my welfare
Upon Your gracious care
Around Your mercy’s stare
For me to be divinely aware in my dealings regarding heavenly affair.
Thank You for thinking of me and my faithfulness
Upon Your patient goodness
Around Your compassion’s gentleness
For me to be serenely fruitful in my stewardship’s productiveness.
Thank You for thinking of me and my salvation
Upon Your assured redemption
Around Your righteousness’ justification
For me to be virtuously holy in my character transformation.
Thank You for thinking of me and my service
Upon Your trustworthy promise
Around Your command’s notice
For me to be constantly circumspect in my ministerial office.
Thank You for thinking of me and my future
Upon Your everlasting nature
Around Your eternity’s pasture
For me to be joyously loving in my kindness’ gesture.
April 13, 2022
The curtain hangs half-open, welcoming daybreak.
Outside—a rooster screams the day open, reciting yesternight’s moans.
A lizard on my window nods, as if he knows our sins.
He’s seen lovers before—
& he knows fire does not forgive the log it loves.
The sheets lie still, like elders sipping a story
too sacred for the young.
Your scent kneels in the unholy authority of my room,
like a prayer mat after dawn.
It refuses to leave, for it knows—
last night, like others, had no long-term goal.
My mind revisits episodes of last night,
like two birds wrestling in a cloud.
Our wings were tied by the string of want.
One fell; the other followed on top,
because even falling can be fellowship.
My ex once said silence grows teeth
when you keep feeding it memory.
So my teeth reach into Jericho,
before you whispered,
“don’t wake the river inside me—
it still dreams of rain.”
But I was already drifting,
too far for salvation,
as I stared at Jericho like an open wound
that refuses to bleed.
You moaned for morning glory,
and the security dog barked—a note of disbelief.
Somewhere, the sun began to burn the world.
But in here, my lust turned into bread—
you, the yeast.
Each second hammered in like a clout nail
into the dark and quiet.
This river will never forget
this mouth that drank from it.
In the middle of my own weather,
I paused—watching raindrops that never touched the ground.
I’m done, and tired.
Even wisdom grows weary of being right.
My pillow has folded itself
into the shape of your head,
writing the psalms of this event.
The day yawns wide,
as if to say softly: you are a fool of warmth.
I press my lips to the cup you used.
It is cold now.
The taste of coffee and presence
sits at the bottom like truth—
truth that I am a fool of warmth.
How easily you return,
Within this mind's hindsight,
Never knowing how the swelling,
Gaping hole of your absence,
Weighs me down heavily,
With the confusion of your presence
In my dreams...
I crave substance,
Though well be my visions and tastes,
Vibrant...real be this cruel shape before me,
With voice like readying thunder,
And eyes plotting my defeat,
Ready to touch and redeem my soul
See how long control has fled from me,
As every fiber of my being convulses
With a grief none shall ever feel
And only hear of...
You can tell me to wake up,
To face reality,
To cope with the passionate eruption of these killer dreams...
But I will not hear you,
Or any being who dares to force me out of this trance--no,
I will not hear you
When the thunder claps
And my soul writhes against your grasp
You can scream at me,
Call me a fool with no substance,
You can shake me with the quaking ire
Of your controlled authority,
Though I will stay here,
Like unbreathable air
With monomaniac devotion
My future became threadbare then,
Lost in the desire of my eager grasp
The force of hot feelings flowing against ancient, chilled iceburgs
We once were untouched,
Ummovable,
Yet free
And once I tasted your fire,
Freedom has become all but a dream...
July 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 5-8
Key Verse – Song of Solomon 6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PERFECT LOVE
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your undefiled authority
Thank You for washing my filthiness by Your purity
For my sweet smelling integrity
Around Your compassion’s assuring certainty.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your safeguarding protection
Thank You for setting my conviction upon Your truth-foundation
For my excellent purification
Around Your loveliness’ exceeding perfection.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your tenacious faith-refinement
Thank You for feeding my soul with Your provisions’ refreshment
For my satisfied and blissful contentment
Around Your fruitfulness’ flourishing replenishment.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your wondrous workmanship
Thank You for fortifying my roles with the privileges of stewardship
For my ministerial service while I follow Your leadership
Around Your mercy’s flow in my spirited worship.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your pleasant joyfulness
Thank You for taking hold of my heavenly purposiveness
For my fervent prayerfulness
Around Your security of joyous peacefulness.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your instructing standard
Thank You for moving my steps to march forward
For my stirred-up decision to labour in Your kingdom’s vineyard
Around Your revival flame despite trials so hard.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your bountiful blessing
Thank You for enclosing my heart against cursing
For my favourable discipleship-pressing
Around Your fellowship of victory, never ceasing.
July 4, 2023