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June 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 11-15
Key Verse – Psalms 11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO LOVES RIGHTEOUSNESS
Praise be to God Who loves righteousness
and for instilling in us His:
Kindness along His truth
Kinship around His triumph
Keeping to be trusted during trials
Kingship with His testimony against terror
Keenness that teaches and trains midst tests toward thanksgiving
Psalms 12:1 Praise be to the Lord for helping us by His:
Love that settles us from falling
Leadership that subdues our fretting
Look that surrounds us against faltering
Liberty that strengthens us in our frustration
Light of His life that satisfies and suffices us forever
Psalms 13:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
considering and hearing us:
Monitoring us against distress along His magnificence
Meeting us in our discouragement with His mercy
Managing our days midst devotional moments
Ministering to us by His marvelous miracles
Melting our despair by His might
Psalms 14:6 Praise be to the Almighty for
being our refuge Who:
Nourishes our souls
Nurtures our spirituality
Nestles us in His salvation
Negotiates our sanctification
Navigates with us in our Scripture study
Psalms 15:1 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
letting us abide in His tabernacle with His:
Openness for our worship
Omniscience midst His wisdom
Omnipotence along His wonders
Optimum offer for our workmanship’s worth
Omnipresence ordering our ways from worldliness. Amen!
June 14, 2024
My beautiful body is another divine creation,
every part, so perfect, is guided by this wisest, most sinless heart,
which will not make it err when temptation
tries to weaken it by making it remember the bitterness of regrets.
Nudity imparts its own beauty when it's considered the temple of purity;
nonetheless, it came from God's thoughts and artful hands;
so why should we be ashamed of it, if it is shown accordingly?
Many have exploited it for monetary gains and this is the plague of our society!
My image is gladly seen in the clearest mirror,
inducing awareness, amazement, and gratefulness,
never thinking of defiling it with unworthy offers;
even Satan is plotting against me and waving war!
Immoral persons won't hesitate to show their lewd interest,
thus taking advantage of someone needing the desperate break;
these people corrupt any soul to rob it of dignity by their kind amenity...
where's your sense of keenness, when it comes to viewing your sexuality?
My beautiful body is another divine creation,
wonderfully and perfectly made to use it adequately;
glances of admiration by others may be full of inequity,
and adulating words will not flatter me, knowing their deception.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
It comes to me in wondrous visions...
when my untroubled consciousness
is at its highest and mellowest peak,
I watch it soar over the gleaming deep.
It's an eagle with strong beaks, keen sight
and long, wide wings that define its entity,
and I hold it very sacred incarnating its spirit:
so courageous, unyielding and stealthy.
If I observe eagles in their environment,
they will definitely impart a stunning truth:
they are as smart, alert and wise as I am;
and if they could talk, I would have a chat.
Is it wrong to confide in an eagle and be alike it?
Mankind has taken away their language with vanity...
by dominating them like other animals who fear them,
and they hide, refusing to communicate in any way.
I entrust my safety to the keenness and shrewdness
of my eagle: watching every movement and step I take,
and it returns with a new message for me to meditate;
and by assuring its survival, it promises me its guidance.
In each dream, a new vision unfolds and more revealing words
are spoken, showing me my destined path in life...the journey
I must take and soar on high as if it were reality, not imagery:
another sky so immense and bright is mine to discover with gladness.
Return eagle, and speak to me through nocturnal dreams...
warning me of threats and dangers from unseen, evil spirits;
I'll incarnate the same spirit, which God breathed into your distinct body,
and in accord with nature, our friendship will propagate more harmony.
On a page, I'm designing a little nursery.
It will typically be a splendid moon.
Dreams I'm putting to witness bursary.
The space portrays a pearl, strewn.
The trail winds its way to this point.
Each day I assess my plant's progress.
Such as the gleaming white anoint.
Radiant as the full moon's keenness.
You bring forth my sheerest strength.
I overfeed them till they reach maturity.
Like I come upon a pearl in the depth.
Joyous colors reveal a touch of clarity.
But have acquired a wind and flown.
Believe your spirit will be revived.
I'm still sowing poetry, yet age has grown.
To sustain a nice cuddle for you're altered.
A far source of fuel with words I lack.
With love and faith, you're on a deft track.
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 13, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
With all my soul redeemed by Your precious blood wondrously
With all my heart imparted by Your divine nature completely
With all my mind renewed by Your transformation powerfully
My God, may You find me loving You sincerely.
As I seek first Your kingdom and Your righteousness
As I submit to Your leading through Your wise keenness
As I sacrifice for Your work along Your divine business
My God, may You find me loving You, devoid of selfishness.
In communing with You for Your approval in my decision
In fellowshipping with You when I have my Bible-meditation
In walking with You every time for my holy vocation
My God, may You find me loving You by Your granted compassion.
Thru Your righteous footsteps guiding me so I won’t stumble
Thru Your sacrificial deeds training me like Your disciple
Thru Your gracious communication correcting me when I grumble
My God, may You find me loving You midst challenges I must trample.
Since You always prod me to be obedient by Your Holy Ghost
Since You remain faithful in instructing me to trust You to the utmost
Since You keep me safeguarded to dwell inside Your sovereign post
My God, may You find me loving You, whatever the cost.
While I watch for Your coming in Your glorious flame
While I run for the prize as Your athlete in a divine game
While I serve You according to Your standards’ biblical fame
My God, may You find me loving You, exalting Your name.
For You love me as I am, sustaining me in Your mercy’s certainty
For You correct me to acknowledge humbly Your authority
For You empower me so I can do Your work by Your ability
My God, may You find me loving You* with wholehearted humility.
*And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
August 27, 2018
Duplicity seems
the eagles's keenness,
to impend and kill
the marabous that rest,
too insecure, into
the dusky and calm sunset...
Without vigilance
no prey is seized by claws,
the warm flesh must bleed
to make it painfully croak;
crudities aren't fit
for a bloody, raw palate...
Duplicity shapes
the hawks' narcissism by greed,
to fret the geese that
plan no imminent escape;
they may seem robust,
but they lack all required strength...
Sanguinary hawks,
which frail fowl can satiate
your brute appetite?
Hunters seek your hidden broods,
as you seek your preys
for a delicious buffet...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Written: February 28, 2024
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Mayhem prevails as calm dries and stirs rise.
A ruckus erupts as words and deeds blend.
Oh, the wrath, related storm, and squall size.
Building burning blaze, to draw in hearts trend.
Dance and bustle, spark the soulful lost fire.
Wrath symphony loudly incites the crowd.
Rumpus drew seeing their whimsies were dire.
Slashes and ripples, ruffled wings, brisk loud.
Cloud voices, balk colder, fire with purpose.
Cyclone whirl, heat, and mayhem hurl the mind.
Through life, wards meet in a stirring service
Spoons, fluff, defiance, and keenness behind
A spark of hope with all this lapse and strife.
Grief may spark split, but it can propel life.
IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)
With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-
In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-
Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away oppression:-
With ashes of hope,
Let’s anoint liberation
And coming justice:-
Let us get to palm swapping
Injustice from our pathway:-
Ever be mindful,
God helps those who help themselves:
Wisdom in their palms:-
Having empath palms is bad;
Not seeking to fill them, worse:-
We’ve overcome worse
Sodom’s and Gomorrah’s trials;
Wisdom guiding us:
Necessary means revealed;
Injustice palm-slapped away:-
Despair wallowing
In apathetic dismay,
Is self defeating:-
With palms of wisdom guiding,
Let’s be self liberating.:-
Call girl of Thulhu?
I smiled at the voice at the end of the phone.
Not been in action for many years, but had a keenness for a kill.
Sure is, I said in my youngest voice.
Happy it did not crack or give my age.
You can do some delectable things for five hundred? A question.
I said “six” to see if he would bite.
A slight hesitation
We negotiated to five fifty.
Agreed to meet at the Slingback, a seedy motel.
You could torture someone here.
No one would call the cops.
They would not show up in this divvy place
Too scary.
More than one cop had probably
already been murdered at the Slingback.
Run by Mama M,
Nickname: Mama Mortician.
Got out my knives and lovingly polished them.
They had not seen daylight since ’85 when I took out several men
No idea my trick was polishing his knives too
The lockdown is over, all finished and so the
unfinished jobs should be done,
indoors painting ceilings, outdoors borders weeding,
and everything under the sun.
A toilet not flushing, a pipe outside gushing,
all fixed and now working just fine,
patio slabs needs fixing, some mortar needs mixing,
the Garden of Eden's like mine.
But now, after so long, where did it all go wrong?
There's so much I still need to do,
the patio I've bungled, the border's a jungle
and can't still use one of the loos.
The answer, I fear, is when having a beer
in the sunshine, and those days were many,
instead of just one, I had more, 'till they'd gone
and the jobs ticked as done? There weren't any.
My keenness was flagging, the missus was nagging,
each job I'd not done just glared back,
the rows all then started, surprised we've not parted,
if I worked for her, I'd be sacked.
Out comes measuring tape, for there's now no escape
do each job on the list 'till they're done,
One day I'll get a beer, but it will be, I fear
mid December, and there'll be no sun.