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August 30 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 1-4
Key Verse – Ezekiel 1:3 The word of the LORD came expressly unto Ezekiel the priest, the son of Buzi, in the land of the Chaldeans by the river Chebar; and the hand of the LORD was there upon him.
FAITH IN GOD WHOSE WORD COMES UNTO US
God with His Word comes unto us through His vision
That expresses His salvation’s provision
While securing us around His compassion
For our faith to be strengthened by His supervision.
God with His Word comes unto us through His Scriptures
That shows His redemption’s gestures
While ushering us toward His victory pastures
For our faith to be assured by His truth-features.
God with His Word comes unto us through His voice
That declares His majesty against worldly vain noise
While manifesting to us His ways wherein we rejoice
For our faith to be settled by His glory’s poise.
God with His Word comes unto us through His leadership
That displays His wisdom in our ministry-partnership
While cheering us inside His fellowship
For our faith to be dedicated toward fruitful stewardship.
God with His Word comes unto us through His light
That reveals His will, always perfectly right
While teaching us to trust Him along Biblical insight
For our faith to be determined for good fight of triumph’s height.
God with His Word comes unto us through His grace
That asserts His goodness all the days
While directing us in following servanthood-pace
For our faith to be blessed in running the Christian race.
God with His Word comes unto us through His divine zeal
That affirms His favour along His approval-deal
While enclosing us into His freedom, spiritually real
For our faith to be increased by His knowledge-seal.
August 30, 2025
We sisters three
Do so decree
That these men
Know their sin.
Reaz, you mortal Fool
Illy was your sacred Jewel.
How could you endlessly cheat
And lead her on with such deceit?
We sisters three
Do so eloquently decree
That these foolish men
Never ever hurt again.
Lamar you are a lazy bum.
To crack you always succumb.
Leerie was a wonderful wife
Yet, your words wound like a knife.
We sisters three
Do so powerfully decree
That these thoughtless men
Feel agonizing pain within.
Daniel the monster you are
Never saw Kristy as a star.
She was just someone to beat
Whenever you felt other defeat,
We sisters three
Do so expressly decree
These imprudent mortal fools
Learn a new set of rules.
We rhythmically dance and sway
While words of ancient knowledge do play
Powerfully upon our very lips
During the Lunar Eclipse.
Our wish we do so prayerfully want
Your dreams we shall constantly haunt
Until you learn that your evil deeds
Will never ever fruitfully succeed.
Weapons are worn..By street police passive-agressive placebo pieced.?
Planes are armed, expressly to kill
The messaging is, more overt cacophonic
Cause; outcomes ill.' Tanks have cannons
Rockets too, ships the same its (what they)
Do..Who might you ask are the they i note?
Well quite supercillious slanted people with pockets gilt.' Innocous looking they project
Serious
airs..Are benefactors of charities
(That proves they care) they do give some
Millions to the damaged souls caused by wars, that they demanded we hold.' They are also benificiarirs..After and before yet
( these ammounts are in billions ) that is quietly off-shored.' No pomp' no fanfare just those screams and shells, the distant
Soundtrack 'oh tony didn't you do well' you
Hold buisness seminars ( definatley not for free!) And after invading Iraq 'you invaded your own country' it
all seems of a theme? like.? A
Pattern of sorts.' With one golden thread; also you accumulate many naughts.' Oh yes.? There is a lot (spoken of zero!) So it
Seems all to gel..Into a theatre of death and payments, bout near as i can tell.? And
The plan-demic musn't forget..I'll bet you were fully on board.? Along with gates and
The Bushes schwab obama scoros.' And did the drainstream media applaud? Yet I
Stand as just one witness, among so many
More that detest the application ( of death as an industry ) upon which you all set such store..You never weild a weapon yet
There are razors in your words.'
To keep the privilege and funding.' They
are quite
Useful in skinning, and preparing
your verbal utterings; of turds.'
I am the sun, I energize your day.
I speak expressly to the humid air;
'dry up for a day that is bright and fair.'
I command moisture to dry the lush hay
for non-ruminants to be well nourished.
I am ageless, and I am distinguished.
My golden rays have living things enriched,
my yellow rays induce the labourer's sleep,
having toiled so hard for his family's upkeep.
The flower smiles at my usual advances,
and with her fixed gaze, she makes no glances.
My loving rays speak with no utterances.
The day flourishes with my assistance,
as I serve from my celestial distance.
My service to you, none else can replicate.
Without me, life-form will from the earth vacate.
since the grim reaper stole me mum
words my recourse to express
how fateful symbiosis
ma pop got snagged asper
one wonderful ambidextrous artistic woman
adroit nailing a brad -
marsh a rose, the special gal grateful,
befriended my dad
many coe sure tokens of appreciation
doth figure me glad
how this poem ought to jump start
then motor along
the information superhighway,
cuz me iz the grown lad
of Boyce, whose re:comp pence,
pleasance, presence,
and importance - worth brings
each as a mutual friend to the other,
whereat thine octogenarian widower papa
repurposed, regained, rebounded, et cetera,
and feeling quite at home in your pad
oh...and gratitude for allowing, and permitting
Matthew Scott harris tush hair his poetry,
which might immediately spur (an omg -
why didst aye enable vernacular speaking/
writing secular, and peculiar
sole son to rad
duck gull quaking scribe) fill
up the screen of your notebook or tab
let, or whatever the
name would be of electronic link
providing the access per bing linkedin
to whirled wide web,
and if we sustain stock key exchange of emails,
ye might be driven to drink
so much poison scorpion spiked ale,
then squinting eyes to resemble a chink
blocking any light to induce thee tub blink
as this fledgling poem strives to soar and alight
this barred bard will wonder if you didst delight
in re: ding this expressly feeble jesting bon jure lame
resulting take off tubby, sans a les miserables flight
never attaining maximum height.
Let's dispel the miss-truth of telling:
I can't compel you to think my way.
Instead it's images, word play, rhymes, jangles, sounds and clangs
That I share, that shows you how the theme plays
in my mind as connected ideas,
that I hope will gel an in-kind reaction in you,
Not the same as mine, but related, in similar vein.
I love words, how they sound and convey thoughts, expressly
As mental images, to unwired, disconnected, independent brains
in ways far beyond what any
wired connection could ever do, not imposing me on you,
but sharing, showing, not telling, nor compelling me to you.
It's the succinct devices of poetry
that make this word play game together, work.
Powerfully asserted by God’s preserved Word*
Authenticated by divine righteousness
Our sanctuary-worship is genuinely experienced
In His magnificent holiness, truly sublime…
We must be glad in keeping His instructions
With heartfelt praise-filled gratitude
While testifying about His great wonders
Of triumphant awesome glory!
Expressly testified by God’s precious Scriptures
Built on precepts for character-formation
Our steadfastness is formidably anchored
Upon His strong foundation of truth-pillars…
We must be convinced in applying His precepts
Midst submissive and willing obedience
While honoring His precious name
That speaks of His majestic authority!
Circumspectly reminded by God’s proven Law
Settled upon justice-accomplishment
Our success is ultimately attained
Around His sovereign plan…
We must be humbled in living
According to His standards
With revived faith and spiritual prudence
While following His commands
On faithful stewardship-service!
*Psalm 12:6 The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. Psalm 12:7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.
January 19, 2019
~WOUNDED~
Please forgive me...
Sometimes th' hardships of life,devour Th' Lamb within
Strife n' cares of this world,often render me carnal
Pain and past failures,exhume hideous expressions of hate
Animosity it seems,pacifieth these insurrections too surely
Pardons are non~existant,in these upheavals of melancholy
The abandonings of my love,leaves my soul segregatious
Reckoning runs rampant,for seek of repression's remedy
For an cure for this curse,I long for th' day's dawning
My friends and lovers of fair,I beg your patience for my burdening
In th' finest moment in time,I hope we share bluest skies
For all hearts' desires granted,I would lay myself to rest
Even ones who loathe me,I would not allow their seclusion
If my truest of spirit and flesh,attain symmetry harmon'd...
You will see expressly how precious,you are to my delight'ng
But so many wounds exist,of battles long 'fore fought...
It is of a truth I am,from them all...dying
~AZAZA~'09
I know belamour means lover;
but a flower too is defined.
Webster puts it undercover -
a flower, who knows what kind?
Gertrude Stein penned famous words we've heard,
"A rose is a rose is a rose."
Smelling a rose, our minds are stirred,
but a belamour? no nose knows.
Meet the artist - George Dunlop Leslie.
His painting called Sun and Moon Flowers
has caught my attention expressly,
for I have not heard of moon flowers.
On closer examination
I found only sunflowers full burst.
Reading George’s explanation
has not quenched my mind of its thirst.
He explained contradistinction,
moonflowers have a paler bloom.
With florist’s flair for composition
so George arranged the girls in the room.
Sun or moon flowers? my mind's still mud;
but go back to that "belamour".
Belamour’s an unopened bud,
that's what Webster meant, now I'm sure.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/belamour
http://www.gardenofpraise.com/artprint26.htm
TRY ME!
I am expressly on life's totem pole
Come what may, be joyful with heart & soul
Trying to keep pace in this life's phase
Get my boot laced to run this long race
Stride past the days until we leave this place
Life didn't tell us it'd be easy
So we all signed this treaty,
Stare him in the face like to say try me
With all the down-town demons that eye me
Only those who search for safety will find
Know that there's always an Angel by your side
Don't treat him like he's nobody
Converse with him like its your hobby
Life is not a pain pitiful "Why Me"
Because he'll always try thee
So let's face the fear & feed the faith
Until we change from our present state.
VickWizzy
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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