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April 21 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 8-11
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 8:1-3 And it came to pass at the end of twenty years, wherein Solomon had built the house of the LORD, and his own house, That the cities which Huram had restored to Solomon, Solomon built them, and caused the children of Israel to dwell there... and prevailed against it.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY RESTORATION PREVAILER
Lord God, You are my restoration Prevailer
against sin-caused destructiveness
Thank You for fencing me by Your loving kindness
I submit to Your dominion of compassionate steadfastness
Toward divine work’s fruitfulness.
Lord God, You are my restoration Prevailer
against ruling of carnality
Thank You for building me up by Your reigning authority
I serve You with praises’ sincerity
Toward heavenly treasures’ bounty.
Lord God, You are my restoration Prevailer
against failures’ besetting
Thank You for upholding me by Your wisdom’s directing
I delight in Your truth, rightfully instructing
Toward faith-soaring while doubts, surmounting.
Lord God, You are my restoration Prevailer
against greedy desires of selfish fulfillment
Thank You for shielding me by Your eternal life’s commitment
I fasten myself in Your satisfaction for my contentment
Toward godly riches’ enjoyment.
Lord God, You are my restoration Prevailer
against grievous temptation
Thank You for guarding me by Your constant protection
I listen to Your counsel’s exhortation
Toward everlasting inheritance-preservation.
Lord God, You are my restoration Prevailer
against attacks of arrogance-height
Thank You for fortifying me by Your holiness’ might
I trust You with humility and meekness’ light
Toward sweet fellowship in Your joyous delight.
Lord God, You are my restoration Prevailer
against downfall because of futile sacrifices
Thank You for strengthening me by Your power from curses
I yield to Your governing sovereign process
Toward spiritual victory with Your mercy that blesses.
April 21, 2023
Government uses foreign gov-loophole
and harlots by proxies geo-fence by proximity.
Old bedfellow with Politicians and 3 letter agency,
no surprise there.
Garland and Wray want your push notifications
to complete your dossier profile picture,
wants FEMA camp for detention, el Permanente, Draconian Fair for opposers no expense spared.
In this world of shadows and gray,
Find no solace in bad actors that fray, that "go there". Reward your California delusionals to higher Office.
The cocaine White House likes your way,
and cocaine and curriculum de orifices and cocaine
(yes, I went there).
Newsome; Your state has run out of U-Hauls to leave.
Maybe parents are tired of your oprn-wife stalking their children with innocence killer-materials or "The Hood" curriculum deputy of the Interior. You have the worst education results in the entire World, Pizza Steve!
Maybe just this one addition/critique, add a syringe to the school/library books cover sleeve?
You certainly are bold.
Your intent is obvious to me.
You want Americans out, for China to No Vacancy.
World's largest real estate broker, licensed by DNC.
Most brilliant masterminds could not destroy
what you destroyed, and they work for the DNC!
That is why you are their candidate, confidentiality.
"Despicable Me" may just use your exploits
in their next movie.
But Mayorkas, M-Vanilli, Garland, Biden and Cortez are still building their destruction resumes.
But watch out ! Biden has sold out our entire Country! Is that why you are running for President?!
Ah yes, I see.
And you know what? This was supposed to be about Push Notifications and Warrants of Geo-Fencing !
In the final Analysis
Destiny !, – she seems desperately to want to shut the gate.
She has been fencing in her garden – locked out, is this my fate ?
She has been offered opportunities to know me and my dreams
but nothing of my desires does she want, or want to know, it seems.
I’d love to see the sun setting, reflected in her autumn green eyes,
to lay with, the night long, to become conscious at dawn, to the sun rise
from her beautiful face, feel the warmth – suppressed – it could bring
to this aching heart, this alone soul, - my world – that makes me sing.
The pain, the heartache, much to great !, to live with this desire
to live with the direction it has been heading – ashes from the fire
is what I feel – for I cannot, will not pay for what is not meant for me.
The price is too high to pay for a foundation meagre, to high the fee
for a blank canvas, a painting without images – really – as I see
it, from these eyes, blinded, in what does not come from the heart.
Expectations, trivial matters, - pursuit of – is no place to start
a journey, an adventure down the rocky road of life, in life’s cart.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 23rd 2007
Oiled and bronzed
In cupped pose
Her wetted hair
The want in me grows
Silhouetted
Against the moonlight
Beside the blue lagoon
Her curves of delight
She turns her head
As she looks into my eyes
Sultry and steamy
On the cooling sands we lie
Tethered together
By capturing arms
Under the light of the moon
We share our charms
In sync we caress
With the sounds of the waves
Our tongues fencing
As our lips crave
Two become one
On this moonlit night
The love of two
In wonderful delight
We arise from the sands
Beside the blue lagoon
Walking home hand in hand
Our hearts in loving bloom
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In slow dance touch amidst vanilla scents
Below her white attire we desire to vent
Naked are we birthday-suit bare
Her tanned undulations lures me to there
Dancing like swans on the lake of true love
Gliding across marble just thee and thy dove
Our bath we view across petals of rose
Whilst the man in me excitingly grows
Slowly we undress against a backdrop of flame
Our shadows now naked displaying shapely frames
Pert now firm two bodies lie awake
Tongues now fencing desiring passions intake
Spooned we are bathing her porcelain skin
Sighs as we touch soon to be within
Pillar of I being stroked like a cat
She rises gently on my thighs she's now sat
Her wetted external caught in the candle light
Shapes of she pert in joyous delight
Fingers caressing pink, moistened to sweet
As she turn her head our lusting lips meet
Hungry mouths taste, moans, groans resonate
Echoed voices in join, bodies vibrate
Nails grip skin engraving as they scribe
Woman and man as we internally collide
Movements of delight reach eruption flow
Bulging lips hug as we steadily grow
Imminent joys as we control our pace
Internally we erupt in our lovingly grace
Reached we implode amidst bubbles of lust
Orgasmic feelings released from our thrust
We exit our bathe drying each other in caress
On our bed we lie naked and blessed
Most of us couldn't care less about another person's color
We're too busy with everyday things,
like working hard to make a living
providing for family
setting positive examples
raising children to be a better version of ourselves.
In between all these mundane things
we try explaining to them.
About the curious phenomenon
we call God.
The media -the wealthy -the radicals
are trying to topple democracy-to topple us.
They choose to focus on the rotten apples of society.
Make it seem like bigotry is the way everybody thinks.
To promote chaos and mayhem in society.
It's not just a white, black, or blue thing.
As they would have you believe-it's a human being thing...
The extremist blames their failures on {white privilege}..
The bell curve can tell you many things but not everything...
On either end of the bell are the anarchists and extremists.
They focus on and spotlight the exceptions to the rules.
These are the malcontents of our races and society.
In the middle are the majority of us-we the people.
Just trying to get by-fencing with everyday devils.
The middlemen- standing by our rights and freedoms.
Trying to deal with the violent, intolerant fringes.
Through Their Eyes (originally "Just Desserts for Rats")
Still touching the hilt of the sword, she declares,
“No fencing for HIM at the end of the month. His pastime is so bloody boring!”
The mouse in her house regards her with cockiness from underneath a chair.
“Yeah, BEN, my FRIEND, I’m talking to YOU.” She returns the mouse's stare.
“And you sure do make a racket at night down here on this kitchen flooring!”
The ashes she flicks from her cigarette fall soundlessly to the tiles.
She casually leafs through a travel brochure, then looks over at “Ben.”
“Yeah, that husband of mine sure thought he could fool me,
but he’ll never try that again.”
She fixes her gaze on Ben’s beady eyes; then back on the pages and smiles.
The names of rendezvous spots of her husband she’d got
from a slime ball she’d hired to sleuth.
“He did a good job, that big tub of lard. Yes, I do have to give him that,
but he sure knew how to give me the creeps with his body all sweaty and fat.”
She puts some milk on sweet rice in a bowl. “I only wanted the truth.
Cat got your tongue? Too bad there’s no cat. I’d love to see you swallowed.”
The mouse doesn’t flinch.
Now she looks down at a pile of the sleuth’s photographs.
“This first batch of photos wasn’t so hot.” She turns to the rodent and laughs.
“But this second group. . . .Every cent was well-spent
to have that bastard followed!”
She puts the rice pudding with milk on the floor near a form centered there
and stoops as she pours from a bottle marked “poison”
its contents into the bowl. Leaning down by the shape on the floor,
she says, “Soon you‘ll have Ben‘s company.”
And then to the mouse: “ Come here, little rat, come eat till you’re full.”
Then grabbing her bags pre-packed for Australia,
she kicks at the corpse on the floor so carefully centered -
kicks right at the spot where, by her hand, the sword so easily entered.
Written 8/18/2012
Written September 1, 2016
When you hear the rolling thunder
Don't turn away
When you see the crashing lightning
Don't be afraid
'Cause you know that I'll protect you
You know I'm here to stay
I'll hold your hand throughout the darkness
And lead you to the light
That lines the end of every tunnel
A vignette on the horizon
That blurs the white and blackness
Of all our former days
From back roads that wind on through the woods
In culdesacs and neighborhoods
Rural dreams of picket fencing
To contain your fleeting fears
But beyond those hidden tears
This old house is burning down
So when you hear the rolling thunder
Don't turn away
When you see the crashing lightning
Don't be afraid
'Cause you know that I'll protect you
You know I'm here to stay
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
Dimitri was born in London, comes from London,
And took a fencing option at his school one day,
Such that in 2013 he was scooped and chosen,
For a fencing talent programme, down his way.
He was knocked over by a car at the age of two,
So that he’s got a spinal injury and a wheelchair,
But he would leave swimming hands down, rue,
For his agility in his chair at fencing’s joist fair.
He began in basketball and in the sport tennis,
Then in 2009 gained two bronzes for fencing.
In Chichester and at the UK School Games, biz,
Trained in fencing in the GB squad, menacing.
He was the World Champion in 2013, dexterity,
In 2016 in the Worlds, Hungary, he won silver,
Then for the Euros 2016 won bronze for ability,
Then at the Euros in Italy he won silver, calibre.
Rhoda Monihan