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Ephesus was a destination on Paul's 1st missionary trek
but from the minute he arrived his experience was like a bad train wreck
but Paul was most determined and so he returned to that town
he was on a mission for the Great Commission and felt duty-bound
Paul, was very diligent, persevering and persistent
he had a desire to spread the "Good News" that was most insistent
Paul knew he had to keep on going and not ever slow his roll
for failure was not an option but an obstacle he had to overcome and control
one only has to knock on the doors in life until you've been let you in
and don't take no for an answer and if you must knock again
let your mission or your task for Christ simply have revival
for revival is the only key to spiritual survival
but in order to be revived you need to understand
that God may use you as a part of His master plan
God does not go about changing our personalities
but He will redirect our spiritual objectivity
He wants us to follow our destiny and in Him simply trust
to loyally follow the instructions that He sent to us
to do the right thing and not grow weary nor weak
to do what you must to obtain the spiritual goals you seek
to be revived whenever we stumble or slip
to be restored whenever we tumble or trip
to be renewed in our own determination
to be redirected towards our final destination
don't forsake the Lord God for He should be your first concern
don't disregard His instructions and all from His son you've learned
don't put His unconditional love for you to the wayside
from Him you need revival in order to survive
be enthusiastic, be energetic while on your godly driving test
and let spiritual revival be your personal conquest
remember from whence you first fallen into the faith
remember the day that you were baptized in that Holy place
repent as you now look back over your life
repent and return to your first love, the Lord Jesus Christ
have a reawakening and be refilled with the Holy Spirit
renewal of your faith and now totally committed
renewed, reborn and restored with godly revival
for that is the only key to the door of spiritual survival
Just like this vessel, we all bear
Marks of struggle, signs of wear.
But beneath the surface, deep within
Lies the essence of who we have been.
Like a glass that has fallen
And shattered upon the floor.
You gather together its pieces
And hope it can be restored.
A jigsaw puzzle, a mosaic of colors.
Carefully rebuilt, one part against another.
Showing the beauty that creativity can weild.
Love the glue with which it is held.
All its flaws and imperfections
Make it even better.
You can only create diamonds
With extreme heat and pressure.
We like this vessel all have our scars.
Our traumas and experiences, uniquely ours.
We all are broken in one way or another.
It's what's inside the vessel we need to discover.
So let us embrace our cracks and dents.
For they are the marks of life's events.
Each one is a memory of a lesson learned.
Each one a badge of honor we have earned.
Our flaws the colors that paint our designs.
Don't be ashamed,
we all have cracks.
Yours are just different from mine.
Let my offender have full remorse
as he watches
his own daughter grow.
Let her never know
what he did to me.
Let sorrow
pierce his heart like an arrow.
Let the Lord soothe the wound
and chasten him with the scar.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let his heart be humble
to learn the fullness of
a father's love.
Lord, lift his sin burden
like a raven in flight,
then let a dove descend.
Let him protect his daughter
from the man he once was.
Let him not live in fear
of her violation
by his or another's hands.
Let her purity be preserved.
Let his wickedness
be ravished
by mercy and truth.*
Let his heart not regard
the sins of his youth.*
Let him receive forgiveness plenty,
just as God, for Christ's sake
has forgiven me,*
and I reap the blessings.
Let him be blessed, too.*
Let innocence be restored,
and let us esteem
the name of the Lord.
Let my offender praise purity
and be a passionate advocate
for the vulnerable and abused.
Let his wife be blessed
by his new life.
If he chooses to confess,
let her forgive
and have a heart of
compassion and trust,
discarding anger and disgust.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let the cycle of sin discontinue.
Let their intimacy be
exceedingly better than
what he sought wrongfully.
Let him wonder
how the offended was affected.
Let him pray that she will fully forgive,
not harboring any hint of bitterness.
Give him peace, knowing
that by God's grace,
their wounds will heal.*
*Proverbs 6:6
By mercy and truth iniquity is purged:
and by the fear of the Lord men depart from evil.
*Psalm 25:7
Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O LORD.
*Ephesians 4:32
32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
*Luke 6:28
Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.
*Psalm 147:3
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
12/7/19
Wave a wand
By Michelle Morris
08/11/2022
If I could wave a wand and create magic
I'd weave a spell so fantastic
That every boy and every girl
And every creature in this world
Would live to love and love to live
And love to give and give much love
So that peace and mercy would be mercifully peaceful
And that grace and hope would create hope for grace
If I could wave a wand and create magic
I'd create a world of Utopian fantasy
Where kindness and compassion
Would be given kindly and that
We'd all appreciate every being compassionately
So that the beauty of Earth would be restored
The North Pole would be frozen and the polar bears would be in awe
The Amazon would be lush and green in its glory
The temperatures would be ideal and the oceans wouldn't raise two storeys
The islands would be protected and the skies would be free from pollution
Debts would be forgiven and all sinners given absolution
If I could wave a wand and create magic
Innocent men would be free and free men would be innocent
Nations would be equal and equality would be a given
Politics would serve people and people would be served
Governments would work together and together we'd all work
If I could wave a wand and create magic
I'd have us all embrace our deepest, brightest aspects
For we are all interconnected and the Universe connects us
We are all so magical and it's our magic that lights up everything
For we are everything and everything is energy
If I could wave a wand and create magic
Such magic would I weave
For we are all magical
Magical blessed beings
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Within me lies a gem, priceless like a diamond
But sad it doesn’t glitter as it is almost dormant.
It lies hidden from view, covered in grime and dust
Once polished, it will shine lustrous, rid of all dirt.
Time and neglect have more or less dimmed it
It needs urgent scrubbing and cleansing, I must admit
With ardent effort, its sheen can once more be restored
Grace me to polish it and make it shine, my Lord.
I know, my body is meant to be the living temple of God
It should be built in bricks of love and gilded in gold
May the light in me shine, even in the thick of night
And stay as a beacon when darkness swallows light.
Oh Lord, make my heart, your sacred shrine
So that in your holy sanctum, I can dine.
Awaken my heart to always sing your praise.
From all wicked temptations, my soul, you raise.
Amid the din and cacophony of the world,
The cravings of my soul go ignored and cold.
I know, if I dare to listen in stillness and silence
I would hear the soft murmurs of my soul in clearness.
My soul should sparkle like the sheen of a sapphire
But its glow and glitter are often veiled by a blur.
All I strive is to make the gem within me shine brilliant
And make my spiritual journey speedier and triumphant.
10/13/12
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God’s Faithfulness
Faithfulness is everything to God
He promises those that are faithful to Him
And His laws—eternal life and happiness
When God commanded Hosea to marry a prostitute,
He was teaching Hosea the process of restoration
Hosea was to be committed to this woman
Despite her many wrongs and sinful practices
God’s ultimate faithfulness is about fortitude and commitment
And through repentance—restoration
Acknowledging our sins, and enduring others' sins
For God promises to rescue those who repent
To possess God’s faith we must practice faith
Bearing each others' burdens as Hosea endured his wife’s
For all of our fortitude is for a purpose
To serve each other forever
In our eternal lives in the Kingdom of God
*inspired by Steve Orchard*
The Good News
For centuries and more,
Many have turned to leaders of this world
Instead of relying on God
In these days of troubles, warfare and suffering
God wants us to envision a government run by him
Human-led governments will transform into a righteous régime
Those who have inspired rebellion against God
Will die away, disposed from the light
Not only human leaders will witness the uprightness
Satan and his demons in awe will be bound
Giving Christ time to produce good and peace
To those who consistently followed His way of life
God is working out his purpose
And many of us will not like it or see His works
And as false prophets amaze the public,
God will ultimately heal the public
One day most everyone will be willing to listen
And the world will be restored to a fruitful condition
Where good news of peace and comfort
Will merely be a reality
*inspired by John Anderson*
An outward sign, instituted by Christ to give us grace.
A gift from God to show His love for all the human race.
And in return, He asks but that we follow and believe,
So, open up your hearts and lives, that grace you might receive.
You want to get to heaven but need help along the way
To keep you on the narrow path as you live day to day.
These seven sacraments that give us sanctifying grace
That we might win the race, and look upon our Savior’s face…
Yes, seven sacraments to place divine life in our souls
That we might live in holiness with heaven as our goal.
And we receive the love and life of Jesus Christ, our Lord
That we might be restored to God’s good graces evermore!
In Baptism we are reborn as Children of the Father.
In Confirmation He gives strength to be His sons and daughters.
In the Holy Eucharist Christ gives Himself as food
Through Penance we’re forgiven for not living as we should.
Anointing of the Sick can heal us at the end of life.
Through Matrimony man and woman become husband and wife.
Finally, through Holy Orders men can become priests
That Jesus’ holy work on earth might never, ever cease…
How fast a year flies!
Another one in the rearview mirror as we
Press on to a new one; feelings of uncertainty
Pervading, Coronavirus surging every day,
Yet we press on! We celebrate this brand...
New year as we temper our
Expectations and hopes. Our country, our world
Will continue to flourish, our future will...
Yield ripe fruits. There's no doubt
Everything in disarray will be restored.
As we embark on our long journey to
Return to normal, we remain hopeful this new year.
Date written: 01/02/2022
I worry about the long silence,
why life does not reawaken
and instill in us the awaited hope?
Can distraught hearts beat again...
forgetting all the pain for an hour?
The sunless and dim morning
has stopped all the cheerful
warblings of the song sparrows
and of the marlins hiding,
fearing to become the next preys
of the hungry ravens that croak!
More sad hours will follow,
will harmony be restored to the dry
meadows awaiting rain?
That Chirpine planted by an Indian
farmer twenty years ago has fully grown;
it is rarely seen in a land
of oaks, of aspens, and of firs
that attracted the snowy owls,
the killdeers, the grouses, and the larks!
If there weren't any forests, where
would these beautiful birds go?
Where would we hear their songs
when nothing else thrills us...
imagine a forest without them!
I'm walking down narrow paths
that haven't seen a single raindrop fall,
and they only ones that complain
are the park rangers that ride
their horses down those dusty paths!
I would call upon the name of the Lord,
To thank Him for His doings; magical!
For His mercy endureth forever...
Not until I can't hide my tears in shame.
That hope be restored...
Not just Biblical,
Nor been so clever
But what grace proclaim.
I would enter His gate with more praises,
To sing Him of His wonderful wonders.
Often, His raw kindness shower blessings...
Not until I can't find help in Egypt.
His mien amazes...
My smart moves' blunders
With cloudy bearings-
Thomas' minds corrupt.
I will watch to testify His tactics;
The style no one dare study to win Him,
When it comes to life's unrealistic game
Not until extra time towards lost hope.
Experience predicts,
Which light can be dim
At ease without blame,
But end strives to cope.
I will give Him key to my open heart,
Close the door of emergency exit
To be in line without weird distraction,
Not until I can't adjust cum struggle.
Been two minds apart
Barely makes faith fit-
Answers attraction,
Points; prayers snuggle.
I will pay homage to His faith-like-pills,
That holds healthy bills being more or less free...
Unlike sickness gives prescription to drugs
Not until I can't afford enough dues.
He pays all my bills
To lengthy degree,
Even when life hugs
Drugs cum its abuse.