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March 12 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 5-8
Key Verse – Joshua 5:6 … Because they obeyed not the voice of the LORD: unto whom the LORD sware that he would not shew them the land, which the LORD sware unto their fathers that he would give us, a land that floweth with milk and honey.
FAITH IN GOD WHO WARNS US AGAINST DISOBEDIENCE
God warns us against disobedience and rebellious action…
Thus, by faith, we must dwell in His sanctification
Never allowing ourselves to be buried in filthiness’ corruption
As we stay in His fortress of salvation’s protection.
God warns us against disobedience and foolish ignorance…
Thus, by faith, we must seek His wise deliverance
Never forsaking His Word of truth-endurance
As we experience the joy of His redemption-assurance.
God warns us against disobedience and stubborn fight…
Thus, by faith, we depend on His valour’s might
Never relying on our own strength of carnal blight
As we walk in His light with trust-delight.
God warns us against disobedience and proud selfishness…
Thus, by faith, we must repent from vain haughtiness
Never ceasing to pray, calling unto Him with earnestness
As we draw to Him always, clinging to His graciousness.
God warns us against disobedience and insincere worship…
Thus, by faith, we must respond to His loving relationship
Never forsaking His invitation for fellowship
As we submit to His sovereign caring leadership.
God warns us against disobedience and hypocrite humility…
Thus, by faith, we must follow His authority
Never doubting His promises of great certainty
As we serve Him wholeheartedly with all honesty.
God warns us against disobedience and worldly engagement…
Thus, by faith, we must involve in His kingdom advancement
Never compromising with the enemies of destructive allurement
As we focus on His work along great commission’s fulfillment.
March 12, 2025
Wise man say, “No laugh up sleeve, while wear heart on same.
For misconstrued may be, lose heart's desire, passion's flame.”
Happy dentist say, when at chair, always looking down in mouth,
“If two-thirty appointment, timely arrive, open wide, north and south.”
Smart dry cleaner say, “When laundering get old, ironing fatigues.
Fresh stuff, no fluff nor fold, we take care of pressing needs.”
Keen optician see eye to eye, at visit end, focus on clear point of view
say, "You now seeing well, looking good too.”
Lactose intolerant say, “No cry over milk, inadvertently spilled.
Unless pint unpaid for and unlucky one, who lose bottle, be acutely billed.”
One unhinged psychoanalyst ask, “Jung at heart was Freud.
How it make you feel?” If on couch pay to lie, reply, “You unemployed!”
Thrifty bank manager ask, “Check in, overdraft terms discuss.
Open savings account, would you credit, spending holidays with us?”
Enlightened electrician say, "Know what's watt, watts' what, no shirk.
When in dark, put hands in air, many hands make light work.”
Savvy shipbuilder who post note, quite staunch,
he write, 'Don't come a-knocking, if boat a-rocking, we out to launch.'
Polite gynaecologist say, "Business looking up, ever more each week.
Sit on table, feet in stirrups, arms akimbo, legs a-spread, turn other cheek.”
Prudent sage say, “Patience virtue, virtuous who want to stay?
No play all work boring make, moment grasp, incentive take, seize day.”
Somewhere under the clouds I found love,
shakin’ it up-
I made a steam puff,
makin’ it up-
I was a dream of…
Holdin’ the sun,
I was a steak for lunch,
drummin’ it up,
I made the lead for us,
hey yeah!
I wanna meet your trust,
hey yeah
lets get along-
on and off the bus,
lets earn their trust,
and make amends with what we don’t love,
and conquer a nut,
a bolt or even the fuss.
Its time to cuss-
break at the wake,
swim in the lake!
React to the fake's!
Focus on the birthday cake,
find out if it decorate's?
Or if it retaliates...
Literally, like a really long day.
Not a really long life,
that is too far for me to go away!
Jumpin' G hootz I am gay!
I love even those ways!
I come up with plays,
and rewrite them over and over again!
Pray for a stormy day,
so I can get on with my Bane.
How often do we focus on the meaning of life,
its purpose for us and the fear of our mortality?
Negative thoughts most assuredly bring us strife
over religion versus science, in opposition, a duality.
In line with family tradition, most of us accept
what our parents teach us about life and death,
but unanswered questions leave us circumspect.
Some scriptural passages make me catch my breath.
Do we dare to doubt the existence of a Holy God,
disavowing the theories and hypotheses of science?
Or is our faith strong enough to defend it against fraud
and cling to His Word, honoring Him in compliance?
Those wanting the truth claim it's a puzzle or a riddle,
growing confused, struggling with anxiety and doubt.
Not taking a stance, labels them, "The Muddled Middle,"*
searching for answers that would make them devout.
Skepticism causes some to seek concepts without pause
over which path in life is the one they should follow.
Which road is the right one to take. Which one has flaws?
Will we find fulfillment in one? Will one leave us hollow?
We search for answers as we seek an elevated existence,
A life laced with good health in a euphoric atmosphere.
Our existential curiosity needles us with its persistence
to find tangible evidence that will make it very clear.
*'Meaningness' by William G. Perry
Siblings grow together...priorities and responsibilities change as they grow up.
How ever far they may stay but their emotions are always entwined.
I understand, he is expected to be an ideal child, perfect spouse and the best father.
I realize being a boy, he has to keep every body happy...he gets no respite!
Every single act is to be justified!
Boys, never even get time to see that they have forgotten their hobbies and that they get no personal time. Still they always adorn that perfect smile.
THIS ONE, DEAR BROTHER IS FOR YOU!!
Oh boy, you have to be strong.
You are a boy, you got to be strong!
Baby! Slip or trip, remember it’s about good gamesmanship!
You may be harassed, but can’t show that distress!
You may lose and you may flunk, you still have to swank!
You are always on trial, still stay wreathed in smile!
We value those hobbies and trophies,
But you have to focus on the work coz you are the jockey!
Don’t think you are just a vending machine,
Take emotional care of spouse, family and your teens!
Hey! you are a boy, their vacations you just can’t destroy!
Those nooks and corners, they are not meant for you!
Those tears can’t roll down on your cheek.
Come on you can’t be weak!
You know, you are their strong and sturdy stump!
Their only trump!
Remember you have to earn,
Forget the feelings and things for which you yearn!
Yes my lad, you are ironclad!
I understand brother, you are worthy;
But can’t ask for mercy, you are supposed to be sturdy!
Oh my brother, I feel for you.
But there’s nothing that I can do.
I understand, you are a boy and you have to!
You are forever on the floor,
You can't be a shammer, got to keep up the glamour!
Yes, you want to win, I know you will remain on speedy spin.
All I can say is that I love you!
Oh, my dear brother; I feel for you!
Still there's nothing I can do.
Trust me I am forever with you!
Catharsis poetry Poetry Contest
DATE: 8TH DEC; 2020
SPONSERED BY: SILENT ONE
Hopes and Dreams
By Michelle Morris
14/11/2024
You had so many Hopes and Dreams
You crashed and burned and died
So many Lifetimes over
But like a Phoenix you will Rise
Take the burned out ashes
Of all those Hopes and Dreams
Scatter them up to the wind
An offering to Heavenly beings
Take the opportunity
To create a brand new start
You can choose anything you want
Just be prepared to play your part
The Universe has your back
But you are the one with the power
You need to focus on materialising
Your dreams into empowerment
It may often feel daunting
Seemingly endless miles of dirt
But from dirt comes Nature's bounty
Creating beauty in all your work
Becoming a Master of your Life
Igniting Passion in your Soul
Your Heart and Mind are at One with Source
The Universe's Magic unfolding
Now with new Hopes and Dreams
You can fly high up to the Heavens
Touch God's Face with your fingertips
And enjoy His warm embrace
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept
They invite us on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The Great Barrier Reef
Through the eyes of these intrepid travelers
We witness different morals and rituals
Experiences people wouldn't normally view
Many are very sacred and spiritual
Imagine if we didn't have these literary giants
To warn us of mistakes of the past
The Great Depression, the two World Wars
How great nations through history never last
Writers and poets are a different breed
They focus on the ethereal side of being
Flying high above the distant horizons
In a world of unknown and unseeing
Brick Wall
Have you ever talked to a brick wall?
Someone’s always headed for the fall.
They never listen to advice.
They argue with the old all the time.
They're always in denial standing in quicksand.
Never open minded but sad.
Always going in circles.
Arrogant and not humble.
The young vs the old.
There is so much they don’t even know.
I’m exhausted today and tomorrow.
Just get your head out of your ass because I said so.
Life is too short to face a hard road.
You can’t go back after the deed is done.
Sink into disbelief.
Kids can call the cops on their own parents you see.
They never pay attention.
Countless times they don’t even listen.
All the words I've said were a waste of time.
Honesty is brutal, so don’t cry.
Focus on what is right.
Don’t be misled by a stranger in the night.
Stand up and trust no one.
Being a grown up is not all that fun.
You don’t have to apologize.
One day you’ll come back and say the old man was right.
I sit alone, invisible, on this chair
In a climate conditioned 22.
Surrounded by pin-boards, computers and boxes
At a grey corner desk in a zoo.
Detachable shelves hang, offering a space
To put all our things of import.
People whisper and gossip and mutter and moan
Complaining about public transport.
Glass walls are spotless, cleaned beyond clean,
I sit quiet and silent and wonder
Who fills these filing cabinets with heaps of piles
Of forms too many to number.
The clock, the exit sign, first aid, water bottle
There’s so much fun stuff to look at.
Nah, not really, it’s dull as all heck,
My earphones block out the chit chat.
This music blocks thoughts, blocks phone conversations,
Blocks noises of office and drawers.
Allows me to focus on the book I am writing
On how to teach maths to the scores.
Teaching gifted, and strugglers, hotshots and lazy.
How to engage every single school student.
To inspire their minds, how to make them solve problems
So their life can experience improvement.
I sit alone at this desk, this desk of deep thought,
In an office of busy and clean,
Not to be entertained or amused or treated
But to strengthen the mind of the teen.
In pursuit of promise, he journeyed far,
A dual path of toil and academic star.
Leaving loved ones, a distant shore,
He braved new faces, some warm, others a bore.
Hostility's sting, he wouldn't endure,
Focus on friendly souls, his heart's allure.
Through want and need, he pressed on ahead,
Enticing pleasure, a siren he'd rather be dead.
Night's silence, his studies' sacred space,
Research and lessons, his waking pace.
"A purpose unknown, makes sleep a delight,"
He'd tell himself, through the dark of night.
His children's voices, a heartfelt refrain,
"Daddy, when?" "Soon," he'd say, in love's sweet strain.
Though absence pained, he'd endure the test,
For future's promise, his family's crest.