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The Most Powerful

The Most Powerful
I have often wondered what it was
And today it all became so clear
So I knelt down and said a prayer
Because the revelation caused a tear

I’ve heard it here and there a lot
Over all my many years on earth
And I wonder how many times untrue
I’ve heard it since the days of my birth

I know there are many died in vain
Because the use of it so easily done
And no care taken for it hither or yon 
Except the destruction it left on the chosen one

Who knows the meaning more than God? 
He gave up his only son from above
To die on the cross for the sins of the world
For the most powerful word in the world…..love.

Just read it in the holy word
It is written out plain as can be
“For God so loved the world….”
And it is talking about you and me.

Connie Moore
August 4, 2014
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Do you know when you get it?

Do you feel it in your spirit?
Whether it’s a gift
an answer to a prayer
or something that only you would know
and God
He is the creator and the fulfiller
All in one
Whatever you need
He is right there
Make a request 
Do supplication 
Make your wishes known to God
Do you think He already knows it?
Why do You think He wants you to bring it to Him?
To test that you really want it
And it is not something that you just think it
Make your supplications known to Him 
Okay?
Did the Bible say that?
Philippians 4:6 (KJV) 
“… in everything by prayer and supplication 
with thanksgiving 
let your requests be made known unto God”
So you see it’s not only me who said that 
But God too 
thousand years ago
Has it been that long?
Seems like yesterday 
Yeah you just read it 
Anyhow
Do you believe God answers prayers?
That is for me to know 
And for you to find out hehe
Or did you know already?

Isolation Tv

The clock on the wall
Just past boring.
Today’s Big decision is crumpets
And Charlie Stayt on the BBC  still boring.
Today’s news is Covid 19.
The homes been put under the hammer
and martins told me to do my homework.
and I've been on a bargain hunt.
I turn the radio on its smooth fm
It’s a constant link of cheesy tunes
and yes I am living on a prayer.
oh I could so easily murder someone
best not as its father brown now.
then more Covid 19 on the news.
out for a walk with the lyra clad masses
and there’s more cyclists than Beijing.
Teas a thing with the shortest expire date.
And im now watching pointless which seems so apt.
then of to help Indiana  find a crystal skull
then more news about Covid 19.

Bed 

The End

Episode 2 tomorrow  in fact no just read it again.

Prayer Of Spiritual Warfare

Lord, you have shown me there could possibly be. 
 Unseen Spirits that can be influencing me. 
These spirits can affect, my family members too. 
There’s victory in you, Jesus, so I come to you. 
In Joel 2:32, you said: “whosoever calls on your name!” 
You would deliver, or rescue, that promise, I now claim. 
Lord, it is your promise, so I know that it’s true. 
No matter the spirit, it must yield to you. 
Father, please do this for me, it's something I cannot do. 
Heal my heart and my mind, so I can become new. 
I come to you, Lord, running because you’re my strong tower. 
Make me strong spiritually, through your mighty power. 
Dress me in your Armor, against all of Satan’s schemes. 
Protect and guide me through things, seen and unseen. 
Place your belt of truth, Lord, firmly around my waist. 
Secure your Breastplate of righteousness in its right place. 
Fit me with shoes of readiness, through your Gospel of peace. 
Cause all anxiety and depression in me finally to cease. 
Give me your shield of Faith, Lord, deflecting flaming arrows away. 
The ones of doubt, about your word and the ones that Satan says. 
Teach me how to use your sword, by daily speaking your word. 
As our Jesus taught his Disciples, it’s not just read, it is heard. 
Let my head, Lord, be covered, by the helmet of your Salvation. 
I request this, Father, as your child, one of your creation. 
Please remind me, when I forget, that I should pray at all times. 
So, you can bring healing, and cleanse, the dirt in my mind. 
Father, I believe you have heard me, and I now make this claim. 
“I DECLARE THAT ME AND MY HOUSE ARE SET FREE NOW, IN JESUS’S NAME!”
Form: Rhyme

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