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Danny pleaded with his daddy for a German shepherd puppy,
But papa instead, suggested a cuddly kitten or a harmless guppy.
Danny won the battle and they visited the local city pound,
And the lad selected a pup named Duke to be his faithful hound!
Duke was just a little feller when they rescued him from the shelter,
But as time moved on he grew, creating all kinds of helter-skelter!
They became the greatest of pals as they roamed about the town,
And if anyone messed with Danny, Duke was quick to take 'em down!
Duke was a rowdy creature and liked to chase the neighbor's cats,
And dig in the neighbor's flower gardens, driving people bats!
He made 'deposits' that were not appreciated on many a pristine lawn,
And disturbed neighbors by barking all night long until the early dawn!
Duke fought all other dogs and was renowned as the city's canine bully.
A judge gave Danny an option, before the town, Duke could further sully.
Duke could serve time in the slammer or join the army canine corps.
He chose to enlist in the canine corps and was disciplined in the art of war!
He served with honor and distinction but alas was killed in action,
And was later honored as a hero in his hometown with this transaction:
Though once considered a downright nuisance and the village kook,
A monument was erected in Memorial Park to honor dear old Duke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
May 12 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 9-12
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 9:8 Blessed be the LORD thy God, which delighted in thee to set thee on his throne, to be king for the LORD thy God: because thy God loved Israel, to establish them for ever, therefore made he thee king over them, to do judgment and justice.
PRAISE BE TO GOD
WHO DELIGHTS IN US AND IN OUR FAITH
Praise be to God for delighting in us and in our faith:
Giving us His salvation wealth
Granting us His Scriptural wisdom
Governing us with His sovereign will
Guarding us through His sanctifying Word
Guiding us along His steadfast and wondrous ways
2Chronicles 10:15 Praise be to the Lord for warning us
against not hearkening to His Word; thus, we should be:
Directed to listen to His truth-precepts
Desirous to learn from His trusted promises
Delighted as we love His tested proclamations
Disciplined to live according to His trustworthy proofs
Determined as we are led by His tremendous principles
2Chronicles 11:4 Praise be to the Saviour
for instructing us to obey His words so we can:
Fight foes valiantly
Find His fulfillment visibly
Flee from fruitlessness validly
Fortify His fueled faith victoriously
Forsake fright with His freedom, not vainly
2Chronicles 12:6 Praise be to the Almighty
for reiterating to us that He is the righteous LORD Who:
Pardons our sinfulness
Purifies us from selfishness
Protects us by His seal of settlement
Props our stewardship with His standard
Promotes us for our sincere servanthood. Amen!
May 12, 2024
It's an institutionalized war against a black man,
Yet we celebrate deceit, glorify the shallow plan,
Brothers lost in lust, in lies, in shame,
Building a broken nation, feeding a hollow flame.
Where are the men, strong and true,
Who see the war, who know what to do?
Disciplined, focused, committed, and wise,
Not distracted by lust, but lifting the prize.
It's an institutionalized war, and yet, here we stand,
You call me a scammer for holding Bitcoin in my hand.
While you chase cars, debt shackles your feet,
I hold 25 Bitcoin, the future beneath my seat.
Twenty-seven cars? I’d rather own land,
Twenty-seven hectares, where true wealth stands.
But you worship vanity, you chase the wind,
Uninformed, unaware, as the cycle spins.
The balance sheet empty, no cash flow in sight,
Yet you celebrate the shine, ignoring the fight.
The school failed to teach you, left you a slave,
Chained to material, to the shallow wave.
It’s an institutionalized war, but where is the brother,
Who tells you to build, support one another?
Instead, they laugh when you break from the grind,
Escape the matrix, leave the 9-5 behind.
This moral decay, this ignorance we feed,
Is tearing our nation, planting the seed.
We don’t keep it real, we let each other fall,
Indulging in vanity, ignoring the call.
The ripple effect is clear as day,
A nation lost, as brothers stray.
But until we rise, and call out the lie,
This institutionalized war will never die.
August 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 21-24
Key Verse – Ezekiel 21:9 … Thus saith the LORD; Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SWORD SHARPENER
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my sinfulness
Thank You for melting my transgressions by Your righteousness
To be refurbished with Your cleanliness
As I set my face toward Your reigning holiness.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my pride’s fury
Thank You for consuming my loftiness in Your glory
To be delivered by Your meekness-victory
As I fuel my humility with Your sacrificial story.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my desperation
Thank You for smiting my frustration through Your compassion
To be disciplined by Your dealing sanction
As I enjoy my inheritance with Your constant inspiration.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my carnal achievement
Thank You for sanctifying my heart from guilt’s judgment
To be purged by Your checking accomplishment
As I confess my fruitlessness for servanthood-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my deceitfulness-blight
Thank You for correcting my heart from arrogance-flight
To be girded by Your wisdom of Scriptural insight
As I submit my ignorance to Your caring delight.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my futility
Thank You for plucking off my filthiness and impurity
To be washed by Your blood-whitening chastity
As I entrust to You my trust that desires faith’s miraculous reality.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my selfish choice
Thank You for hindering my ways that listen to perversion-voice
To be directed by Your excellence-poise
As I open my ears to Your Word, conquering unbelief’s noise.
August 9, 2023
If I could fly like eagles, like them, I too would soar to the heights. Not a nest, but I would build a hut, construct a house, or pitch a tent. No, I cannot fly like an eagle, but I can walk like a man. Unlike an eagle, I ride, run, walk, or fly in a plane. When so doing, I have a fixed mentality about going some place.
On the other hand, I also walk with no intention of going anywhere. I'm in tune with quietness and taking in the sacred moments. I hear sounds but they are outside the sphere of my focus. The more I walk, the clearer the inflows of the whispers of God. To my great delight, neither the phone nor the doorbell rings. I am deaf to 'honey calls for honey do's' and no one calls my name.
I hear chirps from the birds and return greetings and smiles to strangers because usually where I walk, few people see me and no one knows my name.
Yes, I'm walking for my health but otherwise purposeless, and taking in the moment. Yes, by God-ordained functions, time is passing and I'm moving in space, but by my will and personal choice, I'm inhaling 'the now' and going nowhere. Perhaps there were times you found a spot on this planet, a private place, and you wanted to say, "Don't bother me, I'm.....". But you didn't say it and were robbed of 'your moment'. I have premeditated and determined that certain moments are mine, and people, space, and time have no hold on me. Yes, for those 15 to 30 minutes, I am very aware of my surroundings, and yes, I am in tune with the time and how many times I will circle the chosen walking space. But no, when I walk, I am literally living one step at a time and mentally disciplined to lay hold of those precious 'step by step moments'.
06072018PSoup Contest, In The Moment, Heidi Sands, 1P
They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling excluded from rich spiritual deposits
cursing the color of a People truly progressive
a breed disinterested in the Marxist and Maoist,
feminists and racists come to set fire to Liberty's starry votive,
impudently waving the national rags
of failed narco states and theocratic tyrannies
chanting dystopic glories of thuggish brags
with savage violence assaulting children, women, and men with American identities,
have they ever bothered to read the 1st, 9th, or 13th Amendments
will they ever realize the illusion of ideological hatred,
in our land they live with victory's compliments
yet grown fat on the lies they've been easily fed,
We, Americans, have a heritage, and citizenry
composed of good natured, disciplined hearts,
educated, informed, and compassionate to humanity,
folk, from every continent, creed and diverse smarts,
Come, you ignorant miscreants
come and burn this flag I wear with honor and pride,
come burn it,
Over My Dead Body!
J.A.B.
It was her poise and grace
that set her apart;
a gentle rhythmic walk.
Soft velvet tones of
gracefulness as she talked.
Her voice danced as she spoke.
Her eyes glistened in animated
interest as she listened,
focused, undeviating from
the intense conversation
she was involved in.
Expressive, long-fingered hands.
Gesticulating with the ebb
and flow of torrid words.
Stopping only to smooth a
straying hair back to perfection.
Interjection of soft salsa
verbal rocking, picking up
the tempo to tangoed crescendo,
waltzing in three time,
quick stepping to conversational conclusion.
As she stood to leave,
long legs unravelled, rising
to pose in balletic stance,
her bar a chair back, a smile,
a graceful backward glance....
Drifting on a cloud of chiffon
she floats away. Willowy limbs
carrying her noiselessly,
stunning her audience as heads
all crane to admire her as she leaves.
Always a dancer. Her life her stage.
Carefully choreographed.
Her earthly progress mapped
in song and dance on every page
of score and libretto....
Disciplined.
Majestic movement from head
to tiny tapped toe.
Always a dancer.
Applaud her as she goes.
No one likes being disciplined
No one likes to be singled out
For some transgression
Especially in front of others
Self discipline we all must do
Abide by list of rules
Regulations every day
To fulfill obligations and responsibilities
To be a follower of Father Christ is to be disciplined
A disciple adheres to Father Christ’s words
Words that challenge, words that teach
Words that will help us become better people
The greatest reward of all
Eternal life with Father Christ
Why do you decide my statutes… Though you hate discipline and cast my words behind you? Psalm 50:16-17
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Faithful was my father in providing care of family a protector
Always working no weeks off no vacation
Tending family matters totally together with wife my mother
Hero to his own children first then others
Ever and always a faithful working provider
Regal royal and respected disciplined and destine
Son of two Fathers one human one heavenly divine
D evoted to family first and then goes beyond
A lways steadfast attribute to a father
Y esterday today and always a father
6/3/21
For A Tribute To Father Contest
Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
An unfamiliar voice received his miss dialed call, as he was standing at his 'crossroads of life'.
There was no flashing lightning or rolling thunder. Nor were prophetic words glowing in neon lights.
Determination was persistent, but not a trailblazer type. Destiny was very much alive, but very disciplined and patient.
One day Determination boarded a big bus name 'Quest'. He was among others heading for a city in the Mid-West.
Uncertain, and boldly charting a new course; but teary eyes lit up as the bus turned North on a Highway called 'Trust 49'.
He knew where he wanted to go, and assumed he would identify and recognize Miss Destiny when he met her.
Good advice, wise counsel, and persistent prayer, had brought him safely to a 4-way intersection.
He then boarded a city transit line called the 'X Train'. Before long, at the end of the line, he exited the train
and made a phone call. Searching for the next step leading to Destiny, he dialed the number. He had every reason to
believe that he had miss-dialed; but he inquired further,
and strangely enough, he was directed toward Miss Destiny.
In a way that he could never have imagined, about a year
after arriving, Determination met Destiny on the corner
of Availability and Uncertainty. With God infused assurance,
Determination had not found everything he was looking for;
and he knew that sometimes rain turns to deluges; but he
also knew that God would pull him out when he got stuck
in the mud. Determination had learned a few things on
the Highway of Trust; and he knew he was on the right path.
Through persistent prayer and Determination, he had found
traces of Miss Destiny. By God's Grace, he remains on course.
04042017 cj PS