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May 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-19
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TEAR WIPER
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
opening my eyes to behold Your glory
Thank You for orchestrating my will by Your strengthening victory
Surely offering to me assuaging refuge when I am weary
Likewise ordering me to rise up righteously, overcoming sins’ fury.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
preparing my mouth to praise You unceasingly
Thank You for protecting my reins from self-pity continually
Surely purifying me against defiling foulness daily
Likewise purging me of my transgressions by Your blood powerfully.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
quickening my commitment of genuine spirituality
Thank You for quelling my confusion by Your truth’s verity
Surely questioning me of my hypocrisy and checking my uncertainty
Likewise quieting me with Your purposes’ hope-filled bounty.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
reviving my life by Your Word’s conviction-constancy
Thank You for removing my iniquities’ dross through Your holiness’ persistency
Surely refreshing me along Your counsel that reveals Your mercy
Likewise reinforcing me for discipleship’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
straightening my character midst trials so many
Thank You for scattering my light’s radiance by Your bright testimony
Surely showering me with Your blessings, whether stormy or rainy
Likewise safeguarding me against paths that are rocky and stony.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
training my faith to withstand tests of philosophy
Thank You for teaching my mind Your wisdom not craving for earthly trophy
Surely touching me with Your forgiveness-care against sinful atrophy
Likewise tasking me as Your servant to declare Your biblical biography.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
uniting my heart to Yours so I can be divinely healthy
Thank You for using my devotion toward You for me to be eternally wealthy
Surely urging me to depart from wickedness that can make me filthy
Likewise upholding me so I can fellowship with You, though I’m not worthy.
May 12, 2023
Sometimes, you know how it feels to be alive.
To be breathing deep, breathing in air into the lungs of yours.
Sometimes, you know how it feels to be dead.
Heart shattered into pieces, unsure to be picked up again.
Sometimes, you know how it felt to dream,
A dream within the papers you hold, a dream within the ink shown.
What is it?
What is it about? I asked.
And you replied, you answered me,
You said the dream you had was far from what we know.
You said it was colorful.
You said it was dull.
You said it was horrible,
You said it was merry.
You said it was about love,
About pain, vengeance,
Of joy, passion, excitement,
Of power, justice, foulness.
And all what you could and could not imagine,
All what you could and could not describe.
And then you said,
It was very, very long,
Yet it was short, as if it was just seconds.
But it held something,
Something much greater than it seems.
Something we felt in that dream.
From the adventures you had,
The loss, the gains.
You wanted to go back,
Back to the dream you just had,
To watch them grow over and over again,
To be happy again with them,
To mourn the fallen again with them,
To step on to that piece of land again with them.
And then you said,
That you felt alive,
Just like we are now,
But fulfilled by something,
Something you felt in that marvelous dream.
What is it?
What is it? I asked.
You said,
You did not know.
But on those papers,
Within those ink, the symbols,
The dream lasts for centuries,
It was tasted by millions and millions of men, women, children.
Tasted from the past years, the present,
And will be in the unknown of time.
They felt the same feeling,
The fulfillment you had.
You told me,
Have a slight bite of it whenever I want,
Because later on, if possible,
You will start gobbling up,
You will see what those millions and millions of people see,
You will see life, death,
See grief, joy,
See anger, peace,
Beautiful things,
Tragedies,
As if you had actually been there,
And you will be fulfilled,
Like all the others are.
And so am I.
Sand scrapes my skin as I wake,
Warm water around my shoulders break,
Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes,
Palms and dunes to my surprise.
Shock constricts my body as I cannot register time and space,
The bar, the music, the fast pace
Am I dreaming?
What is this place?
Try to rise but there’s a heavy weight,
Body entangled in a putrid drape,
The marine meadow; a slimy constraint,
A sea tangle, I must escape.
Rigidly I strip away the remnants of the sea,
And drag myself to the water's edge to cleanse the whole of me.
Crustaceans, salt, an external coat of slime
Begone the foulness drying with time.
The pristine coastline,
White sand stretching around,
The cove overshadowed by palms and vines,
An escape, if invited, to relax and unwind.
Mangoes and coconuts,
But where is the wine?
The wine that blanketed my mind.
For somehow I have been transported to a time,
Of an unknowing adventure, that was not planned by mine.
Flashes of a yacht, bright lights and sound,
A heavy splash, to a sinking drown,
A sea coated awakening, a heavy frown,
I’d fallen over, but not shut down.
Heavy of heart, I wander through the brush,
Unforgiving terrain cuts at my thighs,
I seek the higher ground,
My body persists with audible sighs.
The top; a vista of incredible size
Without division between water and sky,
I feel lost and abandoned,
Overwhelmingly I cry.
A reflective sparkle from down below,
Catches my eye as a shape appears to glow,
My yacht, my friends,
My place in the world.
Scrambling down,
Excited and desperate,
I stumble, and crash,
My body too wretched.
The target is near,
life saving and clear,
But I cannot see the ground beneath me,
Anxiousness enveloping my all,
And I fall.
Fall, and fall.
The facade leans out, like a medieval pell,
As I descend into a violent chasm,
Torn and broken, a cry ringing in the death knell.
A heavy thud easy to fathom.
Sinister scene of a dark September sight;
Hell's horrific harridan, heralding the night.
Tangled and twisted, like taut, twirled twine;
Set upon Satan's wicked, shameful, sordid shrine.
Interred in a musty cellar deep in the earth;
A questionable life, without any worth.
Entombed in stone, imprisoned in time;
A ghost lost in a world of foulness sublime.
A cathedral lovely, it's steeple plated in gold;
Under its floors a demon, horrific stories untold.
Laid down to rest many a year ago;
Sepulcher to its sorrows, troubles and woes.
A massive stone door encrypted with ominous crest;
Leading down a corridor of perilous quest;
Anyone who would dare enter and walk down the stairs;
An incredible journey, beyond compare.
Ghost of the Raven, it's soiled tainted nest;
An edifice embodying every foul, decaying, rotting stench of death.
In this ghost's darkened, abysmal' crypt;
A squalor befitting betrayal - it's tainted carcass dripped.
As I stood in the horror of this insidious crypt;
Insanity beckoned to me as I quickly began losing, my tenuous grip.
As I gazed down that awful corridor of death;
I sensed, no I felt, the dark angel's searing, hellish breath.
Conjured from the depths of Lucifer's night,
It's evil eyes blazing, in obvious delight.
Breaking through the bonds of human desire,
Reaching for my soul, to harvest my being for his hellish fire.
Realm of darkness, fading into the morning light;
Contrasts of the netherworld, and the depths of the night.
Radiance of the dawn to dispel all my fears;
Ghosts of my conscience - yesterday's tears.
My fear is not of Joe with hair of grey, mind in disarray, coherence at bay.
Main concern not about his overall knowledge lack, or how he doesn’t know Iran from Iraq, or cause he wannabe black
My complaint is not the fuel cost rise, nor Junior's highs, I'm not one of THOSE guys...but what IF he dies??
Can't stress enough, when I say this stuff, the dark cloud is rough! Crossing that bridge is tough, beware the trolls down there, my Billy Goats Gruff.
Dress it up and call it 'strong', don't ignore sublime lyrics in her song, you're lost in the rhythm foot tapping along, but it's not right on, it's off and wrong.
I'm all for the melting pot I like fondue, but there's recipes to follow, You. Generations of cookbooks tried and true, anything else I find hard to chew.
Harder to swallow hence we spit, but the foulness remains you nearly choke on it, she leaves a bad taste that just won't quit, not even Altoids can last through term limits
You read the bumper sticker that my car was adorning, but drivers in the left lane tend not to heed the warning, take the wheel and drive yourself stop conforming, try to be so woke but you'll oversleep one morning.
No more hitting snooze or Biden your time cause the time is up. Is Kamala really in the house? YUP! Pessimist maybe but I see a half empty cup.
And going lower like that cup's a sieve, she's gonna set us so far back it'll be primitive, and not like Bedrock but
rock hard to live, not a pretty picture just lots of negatives.
October 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 8-10
Key Verse – Matthew 8:3 And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CLEANSING AND HEALING US
Praise be to God for cleansing and healing us from our:
Frustration-futility toward His forgiveness
Filthiness-fever toward His fellowship
Fret-faltering toward His faithfulness
Foulness-flu toward His fruitfulness
Fear-flight toward His freedom
Matthew 9:22 Praise be to the Lord for comforting us:
Challenging us with His call of courage
Caring for us by His compassion-calmness
Correcting and chastising us by His counsel
Converting us along His command for change
Cheering us amidst our consecration-cleansing
Matthew 10:37 Praise be to the Saviour
for enabling us to love Him more than:
Position, propped by provisions
Possessions, propelling prosperity
Preferences pretending to be precious
Priorities against His precepts and principles
Progress in our passionate prized performances. Amen!
October 4, 2024
I recognize you in your entrancing diversity.
Float through the scent when the sun is sparky.
To plunge while hanging in the air on your head.
Each magnificent blossoming plant in the glade.
A fresh term starts as the former one withers away.
I'm vile by your demise, which neared firmly decay.
Sorrowful, Bees vociferate within the messy mass.
She is undeniably distraught as lies down to pass.
Why, goodness, you coerce this man in any way?
Reckless and ruthless, lacking care as the world decay.
Foulness and war are inciting Earth-wide total warming.
Wrecking the planet's core for our honey bees killing.
I'm sitting down now, fearful it will strike you again.
Your richness is valued by both lords and beggars, zen.
Nevermore will you trill in the hills and meadow.
Chimes won't loop during weddings, although now.
A world nearly breakdown, brought around by man.
Man-made droughts, lack of fertilization, and famine.
Written: February 12, 2022
Rumors are known to cut like knives
Start fights and end lives
All becauce a hater despises
What they've seen through their beedy eyes
Foulness covered by flies
Unknown demise
A demons chest game played with real lives
He said, she said, with a little bit of what you've said
Leaves some one dead
All from words that got in to some body head
Rising situations like to much yeast in a small batch of bread
Scared of the out come so you flee in your mind
Revisit the drama another time
Things don't change
Words still inflecting pain like magic BING! BAM! BANG!
Another rumor rapes a name
Heated like hells flames
Jealousy indures creating a killer like the first murderer Kane
Names lay slain
Slandered by the foulist of mouths
Skeletons pulled from the closet to be placed in piles
Brains began to crowd
Smiles now frowns
Ups now downs
Like tears from a clown
Emotions burst out
People lash out against the innocent
Whom have nothing to do with it
The hater wins again
Form:
STINGRAY
She took you for a ride on the wild side
Taking you through bushels and thorns
You endured the pain of the splinter and shrubs
Swerving through highways and by ways
U-turning to where disaster resides
She played foul
Destroyed all things beautiful
She’s unworthy and incapable of love
Her resolution was prostitution
Joy was her pain
Coddling crack…fondling cocaine
Stingray flowed through your urine
Foulness exhumed from her bob wired lips
Soiled and contaminated love endurance
Of this alleged relationship
Jaws of death clutching your humanity
Finalizing your mortality
Destruction ahead…your totality
You held on to the baggage
Of your broken heart and shattered dreams
And then to me you brought the excrement
Left over’s from your damaged relationship
This being why
I reside in this demise
You should have buried the bones
That destroyed your soul
Now you’ve compromised
The road less traveled of you and I
Locked in seething twilight,
under canyons no one knows.
Chained to walls of murder,
and wearing flaming clothes.
A devil denies my hunger,
and only feeds this cancer.
Tearing flesh off of my bones,
is the only accepted answer.
This sinister place fuels me,
and it begs for my sanity.
A culling of my very soul,
and the end of my humanity.
The morsels of my soul,
lay crumbs of rotting flesh.
The ghastly figure that remains.
is no longer warm and fresh.
There is a grotesque smell,
a foulness that goes undefined.
I can not help but cringe,
as the odor leaves me blind.
Nothing can prove my innocence,
I am condemned by angelic law.
The burning coals like absinthe,
completely numb my broken jaw
The screams are all around me,
tortured souls that never knew.
For sinners dwell in eternal red,
while the rest of heaven is blue.
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