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January 7 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 19-21
Key Verse – Genesis 19:10 But the men put forth their hand, and pulled Lot into the house to them, and shut to the door.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HOLINESS-UPHOLDER
Lord God, You are my holiness-Upholder Who meets me with Your care
Thank You for welcoming me inside Your fellowship’s loving welfare…
I rise up to go toward Your ways along Your guiding stare
As You compass me with blessings You constantly prepare.
Lord God, You are my holiness-Upholder Who brings me out from wickedness
Thank You for smiting my spiritual blindness by Your vision’s brightness…
I come near You with humility’s submissiveness
As You consume my iniquities and filthiness.
Lord God, You are my holiness-Upholder Who sets me toward Your mercy
Thank You for preserving me with Your compassion’s fervency…
I escape to Your rest, soothing me with Your calmness’ ecstasy
As You pardon me of my confessed slothfulness and complacency.
Lord God, You are my holiness-Upholder Who sees me in my heart’s integrity
Thank You for forgiving my sins I admit with sincerity…
I pray that You restore me always by Your cleansing purity
As You guard me from the snares of being fearfully guilty.
Lord God, You are my holiness-Upholder Who rescues me from wandering
Thank You for reproving me when I hide my errors in my fleshly covering…
I dwell in Your kindness, warming me with Your nurturing
As You enclose me around Your truths for my faith’s securing.
Lord God, You are my holiness-Upholder Who warns me of proud confidence
Thank You for hearkening to my call for direction in my service-cadence…
I cling and cleave to You, casting away my stubborn independence
As You lift me up to trust Your sovereign providence.
Lord God, You are my holiness-Upholder Who holds me in Your hand
Thank You for dealing well with me by Your meaningful command…
I seek Your generous satisfaction upon where I stand
As You bless me with Your covenant’s demand.
January 7, 2023
June 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 136-138
Key Verse – Psalm 136:1 O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ENDURING MERCY ENDOWER
Lord God, You are my enduring mercy Endower
Whom I truly praise
Thank You for choosing me to run the peculiar heavenly race…
You are always good; and pleasant is Your name without sin-trace
Indeed worthy to be pleased with faith as Your truth I embrace.
Lord God, You are my enduring mercy Endower
Whom I truly serve willingly
Thank You for granting me heritage I will enjoy eternally…
You are always great; and mighty is Your kingship immutably
Indeed worthy to be trusted fully.
Lord God, You are my enduring mercy Endower
Whom I truly acknowledge with Your answers to my plight
Thank You for ruling over me with Your authority’s delight…
You are always gracious; and valuable is Your wisdom’s light
Indeed worthy to be sought through Your leading so bright.
Lord God, You are my enduring mercy Endower
Whom I truly remember
Thank You for giving me provisions You alone can completely render…
You are always gentle; and free is Your redemption-gift forever
Indeed worthy to be appreciated for Your heavenly offer.
Lord God, You are my enduring mercy Endower
Whom I truly obey according to Your divine requirement
Thank You for teaching me to prioritize Your kingdom’s ministry-involvement…
You are always glorious; and righteous is Your judgment
Indeed worthy to be relied along Your steadfast settlement.
Lord God, You are my enduring mercy Endower
Whom I truly wait with Your reward
Thank You for listening to me as Your praying steward…
You are always generous; and reviving is Your way divinely upward
Indeed worthy to be followed while marching forward.
Lord God, You are my enduring mercy Endower
Whom I truly hide for protection
Thank You for sheltering me against downfall’s frustration…
You are always guarding; and powerful is Your sanctification
Indeed worthy to be asked for during sin-admission and guilt-confession.
June 19, 2023
The snow was sticking in the open space
Clouds hung heavy over Grand-pa’s place
The sands of time rings out the cheer
Stamping out opulence with love and care
The old house sitting on stones
Could tell a better story on it’s own
Four little rooms of randum line
Built for necessity without modern design
The old north wind came searching through
Those winter days “Hard Down Cold on You”
An old wood heater of generous girth
Glowing red hot to win its turf
Playing on my knees, a child pretending
Iron-on patches to be mended
Grand-ma watching in silent pride
Smiles while putting her sewing aside
Mixing nuts for a homemade cake
Sliding in cornbread and chicken to bake
What fine fares at supper we share
Daddy, mother and youngins everywhere
been waiting for this day
i feel like singing
the sun and the birds have beaten me to it
bells of blessings are ringing
though i am off to a slow start, in an hour i'll be alright
this moment i have long been waiting for, and now it is time to take flight
i kiss your cool, moist morning breath lips
you wake up with a style smile
your upbeat greet has my sleepiness beat and i am now ready to drive each mile
i can see the excitement in your eyes more clearly
mine has been more obvious since day one
as high as i am uplifted you can color my anticipation with a yellow crayon
even though some things may be all out of the lines we jump back, exhale and recollect ourselves
then we take a moment to redirect our thoughts, take hands and thank God for the generous blessing of our wealth
when it's time to go then it's time to go
with our eagerness the miles seem like just a stones throw
after checking to see if we have everything and are on the ball
we then dash away dash away and all
If you happen to die in an elevator
Be sure to push “UP” fore you go
I know a man who surely panicked
Pushed “DOWN”, wound up down below
Tried to explain to Satan what happened
Pushed the “DOWN” button by mistake
The Pearly Gates was where he wanted to go
Begged Satan to give him a break
Said he always had lived an exemplary life
Was kind and generous most times
He once stole some candy from a baby though
But he's tried to put that behind
“Sorry,” said Satan, “I've got hold of you now
Won't let you out of my sight
My rules down here are strict and quite simple
You pay for your sins forthright!”
“But what if I can guarantee a special treat?”
“What are you offering, my friend?”
“A night of passion with Kim Kardashian”
On his way to Heaven he did wend!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Ode to the Fall Sonnet Autumn Falls
O’ My sonnet fall, you inspire to write
How I love thee way you're falling and blown
Invading my mind day and trough the night
Always dreaming about the cornerstone
~
Let me compare you gracious green flower
You are more yellow, orange and content
Brown storms whip the twig lets of October
As autumn time has yet intent ferment
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Fall I do love you, count I those the ways
Generous love your amber rustic leaves
Thinking of your clean amber fills my days
My love for you as those delightful thieves
~
Now I must sway steal thy blue purple heart
Remember my keen words whilst we’re apart
11/21/19
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sonnet poetry form only
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
Totals:
107 words
140 syllables
620 characters
How Many Syllables
Mind is, but a battlefield
A constant war to win or to lose.
It robbed you of your contentment
Ne'er grant you with good night
I’ve been there so, I know…!
What’s your stronghold?
Sometime I pray to be an overcomer
Sometime I give in to it.
Knowing, it set me apart from my near ones.
Sometime I ponder on things which steal my joy
Sometime I perceive an ungodly thoughts that do no good.
A mere harm I go through.
Alas, I brawl through stronghold
unfastened the rope of imprisonment.
Renewed melancholy persona into generous optimist!
What’s your stronghold?
Mind is, but unreliable next – world!
Restless wanderer, drop you to the pool of grieve.
If you don’t grasp the stronghold of your mind, peace dies
relationship dissolve just like a melting ice.
Energies the lies and limit the good.
run from stronghold of your mind
Habituate it; activate it to hold on to what is best!
Then no matter the strong holds …you win!!
These Hands, These Hands
I have seen hands like this before
In every size and color
Hands that are parched and withered
Strong hands, tired hands
Hands that can bear any load
Hurting hands that are calloused
And bent, yet these hands can be
Gentle as a kitten’s paw
Ready and able to hold and heal.
I have seen hands like this before
In upscale bistros and small-town cafes
Stashing meager tips
for the American dream.
I have watched as these hands
Hawk “The Herald”
For pennies on the dollar
Shovel coal into buckets
And black death into their lungs.
I have seen hands like this before
Hands of everyday heroes
Carrying bodies from burning towers
Pulling girder after girder
From twisted wreckage,
Hands that wipe away dirt and ash
To salute a tattered flag with pride
Determined to stand tall
In the face of terror.
I have seen hands like this before
Caring hands that teach and guide
Encourage and praise,
Motherly hands nurturing, holding
Rocking, gently disciplining
without ever harming,
Hands always willing to reach out
And help their fellow man
Always ready to volunteer.
I have seen hands like this before
Hands that create masterpieces
Deliver hope and build nations
Hands that with hard work
And determination grow stronger
Each time they reach out to others
To protect, pardon or applaud
Hands of the working man
Hands of the mother and father
Hands of teachers, doctors, nurses
Laborers, soldiers and farmers
Hands of waitresses, secretaries
Firemen and police
Hands that give comfort and aid
Hands that heal our pain
And join together in prayer
Hands that touch our lives
In simple but profound ways.
These hands, these hands
These loving, generous hands
Never resign, always giving
These hands are your hands and mine.
So many gaps are getting bigger by the day,
The gap between the rich and those that are not rich,
The gap between the famous and the infamous,
The gap between the generous and the not so generous,
The gap between the closed mouth and the open mouth,
The gap between the tree huger and the developer,
The gap between the lover and the hater,
The gap between the buyer and the seller,
The gap between the optimist and the pessimist,
The gap between the helper and the shouter,
The gap between the soother and the shooter,
The gap between the honest and the dishonest,
The gap between the renter and those below the renter,
The gap between the media and the reader,
The gap between the leaders and the bleeders,
The gap between the real and the unreal,
The gap between the inventor and those who say what for,
The gap between those with power and those without power,
The gap between the grateful and the ungrateful,
Are all very worrying,
Without adding the gaps that we continue to be inventing.
But the gap we should be really worried about,
Is the gap between thinking and doing?
In a world that is dying,
To see more doing,
And less thinking about doing.
Some friends willfully forget an unlucky heart
from whose trine flowed the richest waters
to soothe their qualms
as desert shady palms.
It gave them all it had, leaving nothing for itself;
hasn't forgetfulness replaced the warmth of that light?
Someone should remind them by writing on a wall:
that God never forgets a goodhearted soul
for the generous deeds it has done:
giving everything and receiving none!
" Shame " should be written on each face...
proclaiming to be righteous and favored by grace!
He lives in a shack built on wood poles shaken by cyclones,
and he survives on water and crackers,
a candle has replaced a light-bulb with thirty watts...
even tap water can't satiate his empty guts;
a slice of bread is a rare delicacy,
not mentioning cheap, tasteless coffee.
God never forgets a goodhearted soul,
the one that helped others face life with grit
and feeding their mouths by uplifting their spirit;
where are they now: distant as a cloud, looking down as a seagull?
Why can't they attend to his needs with generosity and wit?
No, he is not one of them anymore...only a disgraced destitute!
Rags clothe his body, but joy dwells in his faithful soul,
prayers keep him alive...he rejoices greeting the dazzling sunrise;
into the pristine river he bathes daily and sings with truthful and joyful eyes:
he will have tasted Paradise even before his death!
The poor man, so rich in faith, will sing until you runs out of breath;
the forgotten man, so weak, will reach Heaven having completed his earthly role!