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July 31 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 18-22
Key Verse – Isaiah 18:7 In that time shall the present be brought unto the LORD of hosts… to the place of the name of the LORD of hosts, the mount Zion.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO INVITES US
TO BRING A PRESENT UNTO HIM
Praise be to God for inviting us to bring a present unto Him while we:
Come to Him for restoration
Confess to Him with repentance
Consecrate to Him for our reformation
Call unto Him for revival and rejuvenation
Cleave to His righteousness as His redeemed
Isaiah 19:6 Praise be to Lord for letting us
return unto Him:
Trusting His instructions
Thanking His intercessions
Testifying about His information
Triumphing along His interactions
Teaching the influence of His impact
Isaiah 20:2 Praise be to the Saviour for
speaking unto us as He:
Leads us to His love
Lets us learn His lessons
Liberates us from lawlessness
Lights us up against lamentations
Lifts us to lean on Him, since He is our life
Isaiah 21:10 Praise be to the Creator
for letting us hear His truth toward our:
Declaration of His message with devotion
Delight as we deal with His mercy’s direction
Disclosure of His miracles with due discernment
Deeds for His mandate with diligence and determination
Discussion about His magnification devoid of doubtful definitions
Isaiah 22:17 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for carrying us away from our:
Sinfulness toward His sanctifying specialty
Shyness so we can stand by His strengthening
Slothfulness as we shine to serve by His supervision
Selfishness to stay in His satisfaction for our selflessness
Sluggard system to seek stewardship-standard by His Scriptures. Amen!
July 31, 2024
As I rise with dawn's early light,
I seek Your guidance, through the morning's quiet night.
Before I step into the world's hustle and grind,
I turn to You, dear God, and ask You to align.
Bless my going out, and my coming in,
May every step I take, be guided by Your loving kin.
Bless everything I touch, with hands that serve and create,
May my work be fruitful, and my efforts consecrate.
Clear my path, dear Lord, remove the thorns that impede,
Grant me wisdom, and clarity, in every step I proceed.
Bless my hustle, every single day,
For in it, I find sustenance, and a way to provide and sway.
My hustle is my lifeline, my source of bread,
The means by which I care for my family, and meet their every need.
When my hustle requires brainpower, and strategic might,
Grant me insight, and vision, to navigate through the night.
Whether I'm selling goods, or working in an office space,
Bless my efforts, and grant me success, in every single place.
Bring customers to my door, and opportunities to my way,
And help me to serve them well, with a heart that's full of cheer each day.
Bless my hustle, dear God, and make it fruitful and true,
May it be a blessing to others, and a source of joy anew.
For I know that without You, I can do nothing at all,
So I rely on Your guidance, and Your loving hand that entwines.
Come from the East, they tracked a star and gave a king their gold.
Then leaving by another way, warned in a dream, foretold.
Another sought him - Rachel weeps; she will not be consoled.
Then frankincense for a high priest, to consecrate the child.
Grain offering: the bread of life was beaten, scorned, reviled.
Propitiation for God's wrath, that we might reconcile.
Last, myrrh, a precious fragrant oil for healing, it was said.
With nard, his feet washed with her tears and hairs atop her head.
When mixed with wine, a bitter gall; with herbs, embalms the dead.
There's naught else mentioned of these men, but this we know is true:
The Magi recognized the signs, and further followed through.
So seek this child; you don't need gifts ~ in truth, He just wants you.
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for the Writing Challenge - Write a Christmas Poem Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
11/27/2022
It’s a grand event on Hearts Day,
with million kisses and heartbeats,
renewing vows to consecrate.
Along the side of grandiose bay,
thousands of couples join the game,
locking lips so long, unashamed!
That midnight of a holiday,
moon and stars are main witnesses
of lovers’ sincere promises.
Mall nearby has fireworks array
which sparks bright to signal the start.
Lips zip breathlessly, cheers erupt!
Around ten seconds, zipped lips stay.
Then everyone shouted, "Hurray!"
It's real Lovers' Festival Day!
It's a grand event on Hearts Day,
Along the side of grandiose bay,
That midnight of a holiday,
Mall nearby has fireworks array,
Around ten seconds, zipped lips stay.
Aug. 28,2012
a baby boy delicate, fragile, delightful
how our hearts hang heavily
obtuse our thinking
depressed and restless, rejecting
rage, rage, intoxication and delirium
why, why did a shard of shrapnel
stab our soldier boy- the truth an awakening
his previous wandering
egregious in a bad, bad way . . .
red roses wrapped in ribbons flutter in the breeze
why help the indigent-
the war-stricken, needy, and poor
I am lost in a sea of stones, stones
wind wails as though weeping like a violin
weaving in the trees . . .
we had to mediate, reconcile, settle
a resting place- for this grown up boy
a place of honor with crosses in rows, rows- endless rows
or consecrate him in this place family blessed
with love for a son and brother- forever engraved in stone
O, why is the grass so green, green in this graveyard
sacred are the memories . . .
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August 15, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/sacred are the memories
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1173-476-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge 9
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
SHIFTING TIDES
clouds intensify
crested by the dawn
in morning dew
where
freedom tolls
straight& true
then
vanishes
in the mist
til
the swelter of the sun
through the haze
is found
harboured there
held true
to still remain
in peaceful
vistas
through the ages
to consecrate
a watermark
& linger on
in rebirth
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
And so I write…
not for the clamor of being known,
but to keep vigil with what will not be spoken—
those hushed and hollowed spaces
where sorrow gathers like dusk,
unannounced,
unwilling to depart.
I write
to lay gentle witness upon the wound,
to trace its sacred fracture
without flinching from its remembering,
to press my spirit against its quiet architecture
and learn the shape of what endured me.
I write
to consecrate both the breaking and the becoming—
to name the wisdom buried in ruin,
the strange and steadfast grace
that lingers in the aftermath of undoing.
And if truth be told—
I write to recall myself
from the far edges of forgetting.
To gather the scattered fragments of breath and being
and speak them, softly, back into form.
For even here—
in the most forsaken hollows of the soul,
where light feels like a long-abandoned language—
something remains.
Not loud, nor luminous at first glance,
but patient…
and unextinguished.
A quiet and unyielding ember,
veiled beneath the ash of all that was lost,
waiting not for rescue,
but for recognition.
Something that, against all undoing,
still inclines itself skyward—
still remembers the sun
as if it had never been forgotten.
And so I write—
to bear witness to that remembering,
to call it gently by its true name,
to follow its faint and faithful rise
until it becomes light again.
In this now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace remains unsettled
even besieged: and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium, of alarm…
While I , a mere mortal among all races
flame my hands, writing about indigent children,
terrorism, heinous crimes which scar beings---
beyond these, my heart weeps when egregious
plunder of nature inflicts the environ!
Though nations mediate, the obtuse reasoning
of leaders consecrate their holy gifts as ego
those masks guileful as puppetry to obscure avarice…
For the deepening of collective oneness resides
in a delicate yet brave spirit, perhaps unseen--
faith’s light enkindling this hunger for unity
maybe, laying global discord to rest.
8/30/2019
For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge 9 Contest
Teach us, O Lord, the newness of wisdom;
Bestow on us daily the power of the mind.
Keep us humble by the knowledge of creation;
On your sustenance allow us to continually dine.
Pour into us the divine light- your first creation,
That very first fruit of your heavenly artistry.
And open our mind’s gate to your dominion
So we may partake of your inventive mastery.
Unlike man all your works are judged very good;
May we share your vision so to share your gift?
Let the works of our hands be not mere vanity,
But the product of hands that help and minds swift.
Pardon our selfish desires we no longer need;
Allow us to avail ourselves of the new libation,
That comes pouring over the fountain of goodness,
Moving as it cascades toward utmost consolation.
Consecrate within our soul a new spirit,
To guide our appointed path with divine light.
May we always reverence your dominion,
Never forsaking to hold high our sworn plight.
Hello, how are you today?
Are you still standing still,
Or running away, for thrill?
Do you have a clean slate?
Oh, what is the message,
You are trying to convey?
I’m here to repair your wreckage,
And consecrate your sufferings this day.
All along your pathway,
I have sent you my rain,
To soak you with My grace,
And shelter, to ease your pain.
What do you have to say,
In lieu of this stormy race?
Do you fly with hope today,
Or feel remorse for entering this sordid place?
Do you show no signs of waking,
When Heaven’s very foundations are shaking?
Do you in faith see how this war will end,
As the righteous abolish all evil, who in darkness contend?
Is there a safe place and way, to remove these multi layered stains?
An absolute way, to restore my soul’s system, which was Satanically broken?
To return to full sanity, from within and outside my brain?
I’m left as a heart attacked, maimed with many strokes therein.
In this life, I need to find out who I need to be.
Discovering within the lines I’ve drawn, the places of uncertainty.
I write to discover what lies, in the chasms in-between.
I find hope and healing, one phrase at a time, through each hallowed rhyme.