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It all started a long time ago
on a journey our King did go
he went into the wilderness all alone
to be tempted by the enemy
but he did not groan
he went to prepare the way
for salvation will come one day
he fasted and he prayed
from Gods' will he never strayed
he stayed focused he stayed strong
even when he was hungry and the days seemed long
he continued his journey until the end
for those that he called friends
he died and he rose
for those that God had chose.
God so loved the world that he gave his only son
that whoever believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.
The people they do evil
The people they did sin
The people they do evil
And the people confessed their sins
Now in the 24th day of the month;
The children of Israel, (got up);
Gathered together;
Assembled together;
Fasted and worn sack clothes and earth upon them;
Who are these men, who are those men;
Set apart themselves from all the strangers;
While being in mortal danger;
the people were wrong
the people sang this song
the people stood up
and confessed their sins, then with God in their lives
they could live eternally, forever, forever
the people confessed their sins
Now they stood up in the place
In addition read in the book of the law;
together with so much amazing grace
Fasted and wore sack clothes
1/4th part of the day read the law another way
the people were wrong
the people sang this song
the people stood up
and confessed their sins, then with God in their lives
they could live eternally, forever, forever
the people confessed their sins
and worshipped the Lord their God
The people they do evil
The people they did sin
The people they do evil
And the people confessed their sins
the people were wrong
the people sang this song
the people stood up
and confessed their sins, then with God in their lives
they could live eternally, forever, forever
the people confessed their sins
Inspired by Nehemiah 9
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
June 02 20074(c)
From Anthology "Purpose and Calling"
His deepest belief was in truth,
His greatest faith was in God,
He was selfless in his pursuit,
Millions followed where he trod!
He wore no crown, robes or tie,
He was no king, had no kingdom,
Thin and small at five foot five,
He won his people their freedom!
He lived life about the same time,
Adolf Hitler unleashed his anger,
millions perished to Nazi crime,
But Gandhi put no one in danger.
race discrimination he boldly fought,
in South Africa as a young lawyer,
No guns or swords he ever sought,
But he lead by fasting and prayer!
He was by birth a religious Hindu,
But respected all the world beliefs,
All religions were one in his view,
They were same in their motives.
Love, peace, path of nonviolence,
were all his weapons of resistance,
Absorbing anger, showing patience,
he lead India to its independence.
Great minds, common people like us,
Called him Mahatma, a great Soul,
He was likened to Jesus and Moses,
As they revered and pursued his goal.
He fasted to unite the rioting people,
Who killed because of religious strife,
They prayed in mosques and temple,
And thay all prayed only for his life!
On a prayer morning in late January,
Two hate bullets tore his loving heart,
His life put out by ignorance and fury,
he was killed by a world torn apart!
Even several decades after his death,
His message of love shines through,
Like many prophets before his birth,
His life’s mission, to save me and you!
*2nd placement in the contest
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Written 10/03/2020
Within cloistered halls the stillness shapes a life
Set apart from the world, either secular or chosen
Yet pressed by the longing tides of sanctification
Bearing the mantle of a peculiar priesthood
Framed by questions forged within a restless worldview
Ever circling the silent certainty of God
The secular voice rises indicting the idea of God
Seeking reason in the foofaraws that populate life
But their protest falters within the confines of a worldview
As natural laws neither selects nor deems one chosen
Still beyond the veil stands the enduring priesthood
Quickened by mystery and the hope of sanctification
The flesh and the unseen beckoned toward purification
Wrestling with the tempter’s logic over the Name of God
This path is not shown nor is it commonly known
But for these pilgrims to whom it is shown are sown
Outsiders are either condemned or chosen (in Christ's purview)
Navigating the labyrinth from one belief into another
The world ever twisting constructs a wavering worldview
Attempting to punch their way out of a brown-wet paper bag
Yet even the skeptic finds the longing to be chosen
A hunger fasted, yet to be revealed for the certainty of God
While the peculiar walk their solitary life
Garbed in humility are inheritors of a priesthood
For what is this priesthood but an answer to life
Set apart not by our merit but by the merit of Jesus
The cloistered and the curious all seeking sanctification
Yearning for a mystery that is resolved in God
And in the impossibility of the contrary to this view
Yet all may step into the silence of repentance (as God grants)
As the storm of critique castigates the ships of priesthood
All are drawn unwilling through the pilgrimage of life
The echo of the suppression of truth leads onto the path
To wrestle through the paradox of a worldview
And in surrender to embrace, endure sanctification
Finding at journey’s end the sufficiency of God
So does life return again (both views are religious)
Sanctification is shaping our worldview, we, drawing nearer to God
Whispering “not superior, not frozen, but being ever reformed”
The Wind arranged and rearranged
the sediment
the beauty of a sandy flat
eroded crustal rocks of the
graben the area a down-dropped basin
with no outlet the rains drain into the
basin gypsum and salt the products
of the evaperated streams
where the flooded plains shall create
perfect ocean
the shallows collected from the streams
the foothills of Guadalupe
Restores the El Pasains dreams
Remnants of Ancient Lakes
She fasted 40 days there
before the temptations of
a devilish woman with
power, food, and her body
and the Kingdoms of the World
One must resist temptation to restore
there dignity
representing the lust of the flesh
, the lust of the eyes,
and the pride of life.
The three temptations are often interpreted
to make the understanding of what is tempting
One Must Resist Temptation
Most Temptations are opposed to
family,freinds,or society
these type of relationships defy common boundaries
and exploit the dignity of all involved
The Tenth of the Stave
Representing a different
notation or musical pitch
due to the fact
that he was39 years old
and she was 23 years old
he received threats from
the gaps in there age
and was cited for
ignoring the common
boundaries of both age
and meeting
her at work.
The were performers of
"The Solid Surface Orchestra"
he's a Pianist/bassoonist
and she a flutist/cellist..
Composition by
Deduce Figami'ah
and
Sostenuto Concerro
April 5 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 1-3
Key Verse – 2Samuel 1:12 And they mourned, and wept, and fasted until even, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the LORD…
FAITH IN GOD WHO CARES FOR HIS PEOPLE
God cares for us, His people as He oversees our transformation
So great is He in His miracles for our new creation
Truly, we acknowledge His love toward our salvation
In Him do we trust with our faith for our daily sanctification.
God cares for us, His people as He enables our achievement
So gracious is He in His reigning accomplishment
Truly, we surrender to His dominion toward our meaningful fulfillment
In Him do we dwell with our faith, showing our earnest commitment.
God cares for us, His people as He supplies us against our nothingness
So good is He in His provision for our bountifulness
Truly, we honour His generosity toward our satisfaction-blissfulness
In Him do we hide with our faith along contentment’s peacefulness.
God cares for us, His people as He overthrows our adversary
So protective is He in His empowerment for our victory
Truly, we rejoice in His desire toward our success-story
In Him do we stay with our faith while serving for His glory.
God cares for us, His people as He raises our dedication-level
So kind is He in His direction wherein we divinely revel
Truly, we recognize His work toward our spiritual drive to propel
In Him do we abide with our faith midst challenges that repel.
God cares for us, His people Whom He safeguards against backsliding
So compassionate is He in His leading and guiding
Truly, we need His Word toward our conviction-upholding
In Him do we remain with our faith along His tasks by His beholding.
God cares for us, His people Whom He sets along His standard-height
So authoritative is He in His command for us to do what is right
Truly, we stand upon His truth toward our triumphant fight
In Him do we rest with our faith while praying with delight.
April 5, 2025
Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.
Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.
Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.
Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.
Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.
Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.
Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.
Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.
Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.
Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep among the Shepherd’s flock.
Lead me my Pharisees, I wish to see feel the glee in following
the Lamb within me.
The weight of my new necklace, crudely crafted of twine and timber,
swayed in a schism'd rhythm between my shins
bruises born from my steadfast faith. For I have never fasted
Before, all there was in my Ziploc bag was a single raw egg,
Two slices of wonderbread, three matches with no book.
I heard fireflies bounce in the air between my ears,
I could not see, you see I was blindfolded, but I felt no fear.
The marching sounds stopped, balsam trees surrounded me
and the rest of the chosen tribe.
Night befell the evening, the stars jumped and danced for me
For the Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty, His strength
flowed like the river Jordan in my veins. I had no chains.
Never had I felt grace like this before.
We awoke with gnats in our nose, centipedes between our toes
We arose, and our trials we must undergo.
Silence is the sound of our worship, broken by the
wood bashing between our bitten legs.
The kindling was wet, the bread was stale,
forging for food in the raspberry bushes, hunger flashed
in front of my eager eyes.
Memorize second Corinthians, some stories
I no longer care to remember. I felt the splinters
in my shins, the twine singed the hairs of my neck.
The breeze swung between the leaves and sung chants
that worshiped the King amongst kings.
The counselor crept out of the brush, and with
immense embarrassment I flushed
any of the chances of becoming one of the chosen few.
I could not immerse myself within the verses.
His eyes struck disappointment deep into my gut,
his knife drawn I knew I was cut.
The log crashed to the ground like lightning, the
twine left my skin red and raw. It felt like the
sting of a thousand roses thrust upon my nape.
My cross was no longer mine to bear, it was the end
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care.
I descended from the shining hill, back to
the cabins and basketball nets. I had failed.
There is a creek I will never wade, never cross,
I drowned in my disdain, my faith may be lost.
Another camper, another kid, lost in the flock
of the Shepherd’s failed kin.
Frank J. Paul
1866 - 1887
The first I was!
Into the first hole they put me.
Down the lane they carried me that day,
Tearfully singing the first dirge for me –
Frank J. Paul –
The first to be interred on Willit Dorland’s property.
Mother and father – Thank you. Thank you.
You both prayed long into the night –
For a fortnight –
Fervently prayed on bended knees with folded hands
For my dubious but full recovery from diphtheria –
Wept and prayed -
Fasted and sang for my afflicted body –
Prayed and pleaded continuously-
As my breath shortened and
My heart slowed to a stop.
Mother and Father – Thank you. Thank you.
Indeed, the first of many I was!
Me – Frank J. Paul!
For I was -
The first sunrise!
The first breath!
The first smile and
The first embrace!
Nothing left to say, except
The first I was!
You fasted me
not with cruelty,
but with absence.
Our conversations became measured portions,
carefully rationed silences,
until even my name
felt too heavy to serve.
Once, words flowed without counting—
laughter spilling past midnight,
questions lingering like warm hands.
Now I sit with echoes,
taught to swallow pauses
instead of replies.
You withdrew with discipline,
as if I were indulgence,
as if closeness required restraint.
No argument, no farewell—
only the sudden practice
of less.
And I was left drying in the quiet,
wondering when affection
became excess,
when presence turned into something
to be limited for safety.
You did not starve me of food,
but of being known.
And that hunger—
that one learns slowly,
alone.