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April 15 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 8-9
Key Verse – 1Kings 8:28 Yet have thou respect unto the prayer of thy servant, and to his supplication, O LORD my God, to hearken unto the cry and to the prayer, which thy servant prayeth before thee to day.
FAITH IN GOD WHO HEARKENS
UNTO OUR CRY AND PRAYER
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our deliverance
Letting us remain inside His will of eternal assurance
Keeping us in His reigning faith-upheld endurance
In our commitment with sincere perseverance.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our healing from sin-sickness
Letting us sanctified by His forgiveness
Keeping us in His reviving faith-empowering steadfastness
In our recovery against spiritual illness midst weariness.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our guidance to do what is right
Letting us sacrifice through His commandment’s might
Keeping us in His enabling faith-driven flight
In our obedience along righteousness’ light.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our need of His mercy
Letting us trust Him for His provisions’ sufficiency
Keeping us in His propelling faith-strengthened persistency
In our diligence to serve Him with decency.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our divine freedom
Letting us promote His heavenly kingdom
Keeping us in His enriching faith-treasure of Biblical wisdom
In our service with humility against worldly stardom.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our triumphant stand
Letting us combat enemies by His governing hand
Keeping us in His saving faith-secured purpose, grandly planned
In our battle midst His holiness toward promised land.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our peaceful end
Letting us thank His compassion He does extend
Keeping us in His winning faith-commended blend
In our devotion as to Him we depend.
April 15, 2025
Edenic paradise garnished
by perfection magnificence
ushered mankind’s first parents
to an intimate relationship
with the sovereign Creator…
Garden, freshly-dressed
served as venue for blissful worship
around welcoming trees' canopy
lifting freedom praise of thanksgiving
while boughs lilted along adoration breeze…
Flower terraces of resplendent hues
wafted delightful redolence to the Lord
the Designer of supreme beauty-elegance
and Multiplier of blessings’ supply
as hallelujah symphony from songbirds prevailed…
Mountain ranges in their steadfast grandeur
expressed gratitude toward their Maker
through their pinnacles reaching out to the clouds
as hills extol their Upholder midst valleys’ affirmation
witnessed by the oceans’ wave-crests, exalting life Source…
Via virtual nature-trip, restricted with community lockdown
I find myself in this blessed ambiance
beholding nature, by faith
in its original creation-status…
thankful to the Sovereign Saviour for His handiwork*.
*Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
May 10, 2021
8th place, "Nature" Free Verse Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 5/11/2021.
June 19 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 12
Key Verse – Proverbs 12:8 A man shall be commended according to his wisdom: but he that is of a perverse heart shall be despised.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMENDING MY WISDOM
Thank You for commending my wisdom that comes from Your Word
Which You established by Your truth’s record
Ever upholding me against being worldly or bored
While I seek Your will along the grace You alone can afford.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that comes from Your name
Which You magnified midst Your divine fame
Ever brightening me with salvation-assurance flame
While I glow in Your radiance, sanctified from sin’s shame.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that asserts Your holiness
Which You affirmed through Your perfect righteousness
Ever correcting me from pride and selfishness
While I receive Your reproofs for transformation’s effectiveness.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that speaks of Your compassion
Which You authored by virtue of Your love’s action
Ever caring for me despite human corruption
While I stay in Your fellowship for contentment’s satisfaction.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that praises Your majesty
Which You ordained in Your sovereignty
Ever teaching me to submit with genuine humility
While I follow Your guidance of fatherly authority.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that rejoices in Your blessing
Which You planned according to Your timely placing
Ever gladdening me so I can go on … heavenly pressing
While I delight in Your presence of fellowship’s bracing.
June 19, 2022
Medical Frontliners:
You’re commended for your caring tenacity
saving lives victoriously, fulfilling earnest duty…
though your personal security
seems to loom in obscurity
you keep trusting the Almighty.
Affliction Survivors:
You’re hailed for your fighting intensity
overcoming trials, keeping your sanity and dignity
rising above health crisis and financial constraints' anxiety
while clinging to Christ Who in His love and pity
heals the sick, suffices needs, as He forgives the guilty.
Soldiers and Police Officers:
You’re saluted for your courageous integrity
defending the country midst attacking calamity
valiantly* facing jeopardy along enigmatic predictability
for the furtherance of peace and order in the society
cognizant of the Lord Who is the supreme Commander in His sovereignty.
Prayer Warriors:
You’re appreciated for interceding with faith-purity
rescuing souls, showing kindness’ beauty
offering hope, radiating blissful serenity
helping them triumph against personal debility
leading them to the Saviour of compassion throughout eternity.
*1Chronicles 19:13 Be of good courage, and let us behave ourselves valiantly for our people, and for the cities of our God: and let the LORD do that which is good in his sight.
July 11, 2020
2nd place, "Warrior" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 7/14/2020.
Condemned king to death by Pirate, scourged and crowned with thorns
Flesh torn in payment for our sins, Jesus took up His cross
Falling for the first time drained by weight upon his shoulders
Surrounded by hate, his mother's presence lighted his face
Footsteps began faltering Simon helps carry his cross
Veronica wiped man's cruelty from our Saviour's face
Falling a second time his strength failed dwindling to the ground
Kind women weep not for for me but yourself and children's sake
He fell a third time dragged then prodded to move forward
Stripped of his garments my merciless executioners
Nailed unto a cross hands and feet until his cruel end
He commended his soul to the Father's love then breathed his last
Taken down placed onto our blessed mother's loving arms
His body wrapped and anointed with spices placed in the tomb
These walls are broken,
termites eaten, the bricks crumbling
clay, the remains of dust.
was this ever a house, ?
Their first fire extinct,
it was never real,
The early smiles were deception
A makeup never truly made from the heart,
The haste of amity, the oath of the court.
Soon to end at the court
She will never let it grow,
Her stout, domineering rebellion
The canker-worm of their joys.
Unwilling, unyielding
The burden
Friends turned foes, filial bond interrupted
The external bond beckons and her mind now yielding to ousters
Calling her back to her long spinster days
As she watched friends build; left to tell their stories as a busybody
Add her interest in politics and never the trick of a happy home
She will never build hers,
Envying the world
Seeking approval from strangers
Comparing her journey to mammoth public ovations
Begging bystanders for pity
Armed to dominate, it must be her way
Unwilling to learn, whining like a toddler
Anger her weapon, to manipulate to consent of unsavoury standards
Animosity her sword, a trade well learned and days of embittered recklessness
Presumptuous, bent on her own ways, ignoring the holy law
Stouthearted. With a hymnbook, with bitter anger seeking mercy
Her public show, commended by deceived comrade.
As they fight for her in ignorance of her real person at home
A mask of deceit,
The house is boiling
Because she takes no instruction and will learn
How wise women make their home
This house is crumbling
Beyond all redemption
She was in Court yesterday
To seek divorce, that is her house of wisdom.
Because she could not sustain the home in humility
Perhaps a pattern of divorce
A kindred spirit resuscitated,
Learn from me,
Never crown immaturity,
Especially the hard to teach.
Or honor her for a mother
She may never know,
The secret of all mothers
And may never learn the pattern of sustained home
This house is broken
It did not grow to become a home
With the Bible in the rain
This house may never be built
I Wish I Could’ve Told You
I wish I could’ve told you, back then before you died,
‘Cos you so badly wanted to know about the reason,
For my good nature, kind heart and intelligence plied,
The content of my belief about Jesus and his lesson.
I had the guts to say, I think, just what I read and took,
From the gospels wager to generate circumstances raw,
From a disciple’s view of town life in old Nazareth’s nook,
From how their readers would interpret the followers’ caw.
But I only went so far, and didn’t explain your standing,
To me as an atheist, you were so noble with communion:
I didn’t say if I counted myself in the church for grounding;
I never questioned your divisive separation of human union.
I wasn’t able to be commended by school carers firm,
With steal regarding the acceptance of siblings able;
I would never have been graced by others to confirm,
My ramification of atheism’s way, historical and capable.
So I never said the words to you James, hid and dried,
That I don’t believe in god, the existence or the myth,
But I know from my young days of those tears you cried,
Because I felt your reverence for my own dear pith.
Atheists are not valid in society, still not to this day,
Feel snubbed by those who fear life’s bold dynamics,
Find themselves abused by alligators of literary play,
But who strive for righteousness and its rhythmics.
Time is winding down
And the Big Game is ready to put a smile on a wintry frown
A Chief represents the A F see
While the 49ers are the National wannabees
Television has all the cameras set
And NFL’s new city are completing their bets
A six pack here and Doritos there
This has become a yankee tradition since people care
San Fran has its pans to handle
And the Chiefs being leaders are carrying the burning candles
Those looking for Callie fornia gold planted a three and the bay city nuggets look good indeed
Saint Patrick did not want any of that
When he added a seven-point end zone sequence before he sat
Then with a little luck St. Patrick was able to get back the ball and a three-point kick was made without a flaw
But those in greed had the need the roll down the field and score a Canadian major
Leveling this championship wager
Tied at ten the first half ended in a fast pace that should have been commended.
After the entertaining half time show
San Francisco came out on the go
First it was an innocent three
Followed by a ten-point lead
St Patrick threw it to the wrong man
And the Chiefs started to feel like they were in a jam
Then with the fourth quarter being played
The Chiefs went on a war path one could say
Putting together two good drives
That showed they were still alive
And then with only a pylon to worry about
The Mo town boys had a lot to shout about
Williams went in for the TD hurrah for Tom, Huck and Bet Key
And after a video review seven points were on the scoreboard
Making Mark Twain laugh and roar
They may not have an arch in the arrowhead
Just the Lombardi Trophy from the Packer guy who I remind you is dead
Congratulations Hunt family on the feat
That kept the Midwest with a stimulating heartbeat
Rural America this one is for you
Hopefully the winner is as true as the red, white and blue.
When I was only just school age,
My dad became very serious once,
As he was a fundamentalist Christian,
And wanted to know how I was forming my words.
When he asked how I felt about roads,
I knew exactly what he was talking about,
He was taking the phonetic sound,
And asking about my subjectivity for my shout.
But I was glad secretly to myself,
That my first name was a positivity,
That it spoke outrightly of a journey,
And that it was after the Island of Rhodes most definitely.
I knew what my dad was up to,
He was subliminally asking if I believed in god,
‘Cos he’d insisted that Rhoda in the Bible,
Was the only derivation of that name somewhat odd.
So, yet again, I evaded the question,
And used my disability to claim lack of knowledge,
But since I couldn’t fake a speech problem the whole time,
Concluded with an admission of liking Rhodes carriageways!
But seriously, Rhoda is after the island Rhodes,
And Monihan reminds me of monkeys,
‘Han’ is for hands which state activity,
In evolution’s process of family trees.
‘I’ is for me, which emphasises that I matter,
To the whole scale of things, the entire picture,
That evolution made me and I that affect it,
And that I can be met by other people or organisms of different structure.
I think my name is just fine, and it has done me well,
Given me strength when I had none,
Directed when I needed suggestion and focus,
And commended me for what I have done.
The day whose hours only a dream ago ended,
Was a test to the grave some men commended,
For seizing any opportunity to push and trip,
Is what men do when they want you off their ship.
The grave is a temptation for sure, but to endure
By moving on, by vowing instead to live more pure,
Far outshines the humiliating lights of evasiveness,
Whose eyes fearing the look of so-called craziness,
Would rather play it safe to make the world flatter.
Flat-landers, fearing bumps too risky to matter,
Huddling in groups with crossed fingers on backs,
Searching the ground for tell-tale signs of cracks,
Prefer cleaning their roads to clearing their minds,
Daily management easier without certain kinds.
The day whose hours a deep hurt now lets go,
Was an exam whose answer I begin to know.
The writing on the wall though merely commenced,
Is the writing of a fall that will not be dispensed,
For this refusal is more then a denial,
But an affirmation of the life I love and smile.