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May 10 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 8-11
Key Verse – Job 9:2 I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TRUTH ENFORCER
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
admonishing my heart of my transgression
Thank You for answering my supplication
To awaken me in my worldly illusion
Surely averting me from hypocrisy’s motivation.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
building my faith for righteous endurance
Thank You for blessing my fruitfulness with Your assurance
To brace me toward steadfastness-forbearance
Surely beholding me to exude joyful exuberance.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
cleansing my life by Your forgiveness-certainty
Thank You for confounding my stubbornness by Your sanctifying purity
To command me toward willing obedience with compliant conformity
Surely cheering me to feast in Your provisions’ bounty.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
directing my paths from suffering and bitterness
Thank You for diverting my heaviness toward Your gentleness
To deter me against sorrow-causing feebleness
Surely defending me from terrifying fearfulness.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
easing my soul of being weary
Thank You for energizing my spirit for the ministry
To enable me to learn from Your precepts for my victory
Surely enjoining me for service in sharing Your Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
fencing my body and bones from ailment
Thank You for fashioning my mind for heavenly settlement
To free me against doubt and confusion-disagreement
Surely filling me with wisdom toward prudent discernment.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
granting my devotion with Your peace-constancy
Thank You for governing my goal by Your doctrine’s consistency
To grab me from frustration’s persistency
Surely giving me hope along Your mercy.
May 10, 2023
April 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 1-4
Key Verse –2Chronicles 1:1 And Solomon the son of David was strengthened in his kingdom, and the LORD his God was with him, and magnified him exceedingly.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY STRENGTH MAGNIFIER
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my obvious weakness
Thank You for governing over feebleness
Along my doubting mind of unbelief’s destructiveness
For me to be prepared to pitch in Your holiness.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my lack of knowledge
Thank You for guiding my stubborn heart toward Your divine privilege
Along my unyielding stubbornness of miserable price I acknowledge
For me to be fetched out from carnality’s mileage.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my waning determination
Thank You for grabbing my burdened devotion
Along my wavering dedication due to dissatisfaction
For me to be built up by Your compassion’s fortification.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my limited understanding
Thank You for guarding my searching mind from deceitful pretending
Along my shaky decision-making needing sturdy standing
For me to be set upon Your truth, wisely commanding.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my shallow commitment
Thank You for gearing my little faith toward service-empowerment
Along my complaining attitude to learn genuine contentment
For me to be reared well by Your stewardship’s enablement.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my towering pride
Thank You for grafting my heightening arrogance in every stride
Along my hindering selfishness I try to hide
For me to be cleansed, and in Your sanctification, abide.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my unrighteous habit
Thank You for granting my confessed sins Your pardon, gracious in every bit
Along my admitted guilt, freeing me from disturbance-pit
For me to be perfected by Your transformation of Scriptures’ writ.
April 19, 2023
Love carries on the life that we
possess.
We know this because hate and evil's
hunger is to oppress.
Yet we take love for granted and say
it's insignificant.
All the while, love comes steadfast
and diligent.
That being in disregard, it's easier
to be a part of the world's evilness,
And to succumb to its own feebleness.
We are a "right now", instant
generation.
We no longer have patience in everyday
situations.
We're in a hurry to go nowhere and
people are fighting to get there
first.
And getting there isn't worth all the
pain that is being dispersed.
We only get worse as each day goes by.
And no one takes the time out to find
out why.
We no longer carry the discipline that
was passed on throughout the years.
As well as lessons spoke of and passed
down to listening ears.
If we just take the time out to take a
look around.
We may be able to see what was lost
and where things are found.
Of all creatures in my ornamental garden, simple,
I admire and adore you, O butterfly beautiful!
Might be due to your tenderness or feebleness,
Or even just because of your very beautifulness...
I see you enjoying your experimental world,
With freedom, fearlessness, and joy abundant;
You sit upon whatsoever flower you want,
Inhaling freely their nectar whenever you need;
Fluttering your wings freely as and when you like,
Flying away from even best of flowers you dislike;
When you sit on some flowers you show endlessness,
While on others you seem to display hurriedness;
When you fly away from flowers you give an impression,
As though dusting pollens and thus enabling pollination;
When you fly you seem flying like an airplane nonstop,
At varying speeds and zigzag or flip-flap or hip-hop;
Often your unavailability of time you exhibit,
And stay lesser than soap-bubbles or fastest tied;
Yet you seem to enjoy each and every moment,
And displaying enthusiasm and freedom, and zest;
A miniature universe in yourself, you resemble
With forms, shapes, colors, and glamorous full;
How brief, indeed, O butterfly, is your lifespan!
Yet, are you worried at all about any hell or heaven?
7th May 2021
Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
When dark days and evil nights lurk and strike,
Without regards for what's yours or mine; When high tides of cruelty strike
The good who's done no crime;
In troubling times like these,
We are open to being deceived.
When confronted by fears that bind,
A very powerful song comes to mind,
Speaking of anchors for troubled times,
For lives turned and tossed way out of line,
For people beaten, buffeted, and intertwined.
A way out of their wilderness, they cannot find.
Each day is a grind, falling further and further behind.
Life makes no sense, having neither rhythm nor rhyme.
They feel voidness and feebleness, a life without design.
Storms have destroyed their fruit, now rotting on the vine.
They need hugs, smiles, and touches from loving humankind.
May God give us all an anchor that holds tightly to The Devine.
050520PSCtest, In Times Like These, Silent One. 2P
Feeble, a word not often used
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails
and gray-white strands of hair.
The once svelte figures of maid or man,
now chose more often to crunch and snap,
as ligaments roll unpleasantly over joint heads.
The witty repartee of youth is replaced by a dazed look.
Yes, at this moment,
après gym and post nap
and pre chair massage a wobbling frailness
surrounds me in a weak chicken broth
of feebleness.
fingerless mits
cover bloodless palms –
weak spring sun
emotion: feeble
poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: How Do I Feel Today
Life of a child who is afraid
Way of life for one to obey
Never wanting to know a thing
That is that is pain that sets in
Knowing that bad is happening
Just letting it be should never be
Tired about everything and everyone
Lack of socialism under my wings
Sad but true words won't do
My weakness through and through
So my story goes on a while
Person to person it doesn't relay
One to understand is lacking verse
Sickness strikes through the heart
A levy of oath that has not begun
Promises to learn become lies
Emotional gain is gone
Paralyze with not understanding
Becomes a little more grief
Young to not know but know
That growth of mind is slow
Each moment learned is a gift
Not rushing it is all that will
Notice that time gone by
Question all that needs answer
Sorry it becomes torture
Strength of mind all decay
Helplessness to not care
Teacher don't know illness
No one cares about nonsense
An ineffectiveness that slow
A debility of insecure self
That is young feebleness
F R E E D O M
finite minds cannot fathom
flows through faith
fearlessly, yet jubilantly following
footsteps of the Lord, omnipotent truth-Fortress
Foundation anchoring liberty-frame
fostering compassionate living against falsehood’s flattery…
Fruitful in fidelity’s furtherance
flawless freedom’s fullness
fixed and offered by heavenly Father
fuels forgiveness
facilitates reconciliation with foes
fastens families and friends
forbearing one another in fellowship feasting…
Flourishing in God’s favour
faultless freedom
forsakes feigning foolishness
framed upon feebleness
forgets frustration-falls
forbids anxious fretting
fenced inside love’s fulfillment…
Fervently facing fleshly filthiness by divine force
freed soul from hell’s fury flames
fixes flight with spiritual fortitude
fighting failures as triumphant servant-finisher~~~
first thanking Christ’s sacrifice, excellently foremost
furnishing assured eternal freedom
finally to reign midst peace, joy, charity… forever.
THE LAST NEGOTIATIONS
The child that I was – Never believed in death-
Loving life so much that I cud not conceive of it.
Time – states of minds- growth-maturation
New realizations, that interfered with my own
Understanding of, life death and purpose.
Collecting bits of earth- I loved her
Wanted to hold on to whatever came from her.
Butterflies, fire flies-lady bugs and praying mantis.
Geology was my solace.
The sun kept my “pet rocks”
Warm for me –
Unlike the trees, Moon, and Stars,
I could hold on to them.
Rocks, stones, and driftwood and the like- All
Had the formation and the beauty
That drew me in as if it had a personality.
I loved them, and knew they each had a story-
Unlike living pets, I also knew my rocks would never die.
I had grown up to find that the deal I made with God.
{To never let me die}, was neither, doable, nor had the Bargain
Been sealed on the other end.
I have seen people suffer and grow old.
Therefore, I have made a new deal, asking God.
” Please do not let me grow old”
with incontinence and feebleness;
Afraid while moving towards my
impermanence my mind may tell me to;
Seasoning my food with cleansing powered instead of salt.
Once I never wanted to grow old-
Once, I longed to stay upon on the earth forever:
With the promise of the unknown heaven as a reward,
I still opted to stay.
Today I have Different eyes, think different ways.
I have made a new deal with my creator,
Which is: “Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my breath to take. I pray
my kept soul be set free,
and my loved ones to keep,
Come gently and swiftly
I speak the uttered lines.
To fit my worth- Not so eager to
remain on earth anymore.
No longer is the earth my turf.
Not the version prayed for as a child.
Let me Die peacefully in my sleep.
Bury my Ashes in the Black sand,
Cover me with beautiful Stones.
Until I take root and grow something
healing from my rich soot.
Greater now is my faithfulness.
For I no longer fear death.,
But fear what has become of this earth.
I want no turmoil to spoil my peaceful transition.
I can't recall
how long I have been desolated,
and rejected by all,
living within these cement walls,
emanating wishes unheard by anyone;
staying indolent and thoughtless
with this soul gnashing:
so futile and drawn...
Too long
protected by loneliness,
too soon
to think of an incursion
and reprimand myself
of my impudence
for having been so inadvertent;
a reputed dreamer
demanding impossible things
to bring them to a conclusion...
Too long retreated
and secluded to have distorted thoughts;
and not to recite this pious prayer,
instead of an useless outcry...
Too deviant and improbable
to follow a straight course,
fight for something desired
to finally hang
my flag of victory
on the tallest pinnacle...
Too long
protected by loneliness,
too unfeasible
to undertake fear and be responsible;
my hopes are fraught with feebleness,
and my phantom
always wanders past a wan dream:
never to feel the emotional warmth of a hand...