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September 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 16-17
Key Verse – Luke 16:15 And he said unto them, Ye are they which justify yourselves before men; but God knoweth your hearts: for that which is highly esteemed among men is abomination in the sight of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HEART’S SEARCHER
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your affirmation for my willingness
Thank You for disciplining my towering haughtiness
And for making me submissive, esteeming You with earnestness
So I won’t desire to be fed with vanity’s meaninglessness.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your enrichment for my endeavor
Thank You for cheering my heart discontentment-savor
And for making me prayerful through Your power’s fervor
So I won’t react as a loser to foes’ mockery of bitter flavor.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your calling for my diligence
Thank You for checking motives midst selfishness-resurgence
And for making me admit and repent from my work’s negligence
So I won’t fail in showing my faithful obedience.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your pardon for my trespasses
Thank You for increasing my faith to overcome attacking stresses-crises
And for making me persevere despite accusing guilt-curses
So I won’t stay unprofitable in frustration that oppresses.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your mercy for my vocation
Thank You for cleansing my soul with Your ready sanctification
And for making me grateful for Your unmerited compassion
So I won’t rob You of Your glory and honour’s exaltation.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your revelation for my reward
Thank You for preserving my life as I progress spiritually forward
And for making me zealous in Your entrusted ministry as Your steward
So I won’t be ashamed of my Christian testimony and be called a coward.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your leadership for my followership
Thank You for forgiving my sins I confess toward sincere worship
And for making me steadfast midst challenges in my discipleship
So I won’t lack fullness of Your blessed, blissful triumphant fellowship.
September 28, 2023
OH MAN:
The livelihood of man is vainglorious,
And his final home after death is unknown.
Well, who is man that knoweth not himself,
The man who is condemned by his fellows,
That lack answers to mystical questions?
Who actually is man,
Whose body becomes conscious of nothing,
When he's dead and gone?
And his corpse only returns into soil,
After been fed on by worms and termites?
Oh man, you whose intelligence and dignity,
Can never be identified by your skeleton,
After you've passed away,
And your shadow becomes an invisible module,
Both day and night.
Why are you selling your life for doom,
By being enticed to this fading place,
Instead of a good eternal place for your soul?
Indeed, the story of man is futile,
Especially, when his life is pinned to paganism.
Peace....I'm out!
While I struggle to understand
the battles, the wars
unending shadows weep
for the moments
just before duty called
you to the front lines,
where you would meet
the last encounter
with courage that I could never imagine,
valor, gallantry, boldness
fearless as the weeping shadow
my heart aches from the knowing
you were young and innocent, fallen
now a soldier beneath the ground
where silent memories can’t disturb
the freedom found, the freedom bought
by your last stand
grief whispers, melting
away all the passing dreams
where you once felt reassured
by the promise of years
years you didn’t have, because time
left you alone with the battle,
alone in a war with timeless
shadows, fallen soldiers
lost wars, wars that mean
we can breathe free, be free
in the way we believe
the way we see – our hearts sing
because you gave us wings
as you flew away, an angel now
an angel gone from this lonely silence
leaving the war, the moment
quietly – as we cry
remembering, what you have done
oh my, you have gone
but what you have done
defines my life, offers liberties
I would never have known,
gracefully, you stood, alone
fought that battle
so I might know
freedom is mine,
but oh, my – NO
freedom isn’t free –
but how she calls to me!
Thank you, soldier
for paying the price for me
Thank you, warrior
for fighting the battle for me
without you,
I wouldn’t know the peace
that comes from living a life
freely, free as free can be
free because you paid the highest price
you gave your life so that I might be
FREE
John 15:13-17
King James Version
13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
14 Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.
15 Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you.
16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.
17 These things I command you, that ye love one another.
For Our Love So True
For our love so true lasts now forever
For I knoweth I shall leave you never,
Here on Earth ‘n later in Heaven’s light,
Whilst God is with us on this cosmic night,
Angels sing to us with all due pleasure.
Our passions are beyond mortal measure,
As we walk tonight, hands held together,
We know our emotions feel now so right
For our love so true.
God’s divine love is our special treasure,
Our souls, are bound now together ever,
We ascend now with the angels in flight,
We bask in God’s holy blessings tonight.
With our souls now one, no one can severe
For our love so true.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 18, 2017 (Rondeau)
Countenance reveals heart filled with divine worth
Reverberating news of faith’s birth
Triumphant midst truth delight
Smiting grievous plight
As life shows
Light*
Of peace-glows
Toward freedom flight
Vanquishing selfishness blight.
Grateful for God's love of service-mirth,
Countenance reveals heart filled with divine worth.
*John 12:35 - Then Jesus said unto them, Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth.
April 22, 2024
4th place, "ANDAREE Me Again" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 4/29/2024
Lord of my life governs me by His loving leadership
Unlimited grace He supplies beyond my understanding
Daily He strengthens my soul with His compassion’s devotion…
Yielded am I to His might, entrusting to Him all of my yearnings.
Merciful is my God as well as miraculously marvellous*
Offering to me opportunities for stewardship optimization
Nourishing my spirit with His Word’s constant nourishment
Toward triumphant worship along earnest thanksgiving…
Aassured of His secured life eternal, in His work I abound
Nestling in His fellowship, while to His heart, drawing nigh
Enabled to serve Him by faith through His ready empowerment
Zealously doing His will, rejoicing in His peace of blessings’ zest.
*Psalm 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
January 31, 2020
Dear Ludy, God be praised and thanked for your life devoted for the Lord---by His grace, through His power, and for His glory! Belated blessed birthday to you.
A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 2
Joys day shall dawn,Christ shall cry
down crosses,with flood tides of
consolation.He blows a kiss from
afar,offers a sweet soft cheek to
the poor sinner,as Him they seek.
The promise of a new-found-land
with four summers to a year and
the bride may yet sing again of
the days of her youth.Seek this
your lodging,look through the
Father’s rooms in heaven.
An phrasis verse of Samuel Rutherford
using phrases selected from his letters.
No 103;167;221;245;277;321
A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 3
Read over your life with the daylight
Of God.Be greedy for grace if the
garland of suffering unlace upon
your head and blossoms falls from
your joy.Our sand-glass is not so long
as we need to weary; time will eat
away and root our sorrows.Sorrows
loss and sadness.death are the worst
of things that are,’cept sin,but Christ
knoweth well what to make of them
An phrasis verse of Samuel Rutherford
using phrases selected from his letters.
No 59;82;99;122;131;193
Listen to me read these phrasis on youtube under name ichthyschiro
I’m in awe of Him
The One who loves
Even my most messy efforts
Those verses I write
That don’t really delight
Even me, they seem
So disorderly, so muddled
That I would like to take them apart
And start over with something new
Something improved
But He loves even these cluttered
Tangled and confused
Inklings that survive my edits
And pour out my soul
My burdens and my thoughts
My needs and my praise
He loves even these,
My fumbles, my mixed-up dreams
He loves even these…
Because it is so very true,
His love is alive, thriving, surviving
Every test of time, every trial.
His love survives
Even my messes, my troubles
His love survives…
Because His love is alive
Like a fire, alive
On the inside, He abides
I am so very thankful… He is mine!
Romans 8:26(KJV) Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. 27 And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.
With beams of divine illumination
my heart is unveiled from shielding curtains
exposing verities of motive-throbs
surely God can discern
bereft of humanistic favoritism.
Lurking drape of hypocrisy evades from truth’s gleam
while vanity lace lingers
seductively winking in deception
awaiting the cleansing bleach
only the Holy Spirit can fulfill.
Clinging tenaciously is the Venetian blind of arrogance
made heavy by self-righteousness fabric
with virtue-vice threads of dominant scarlet hues
needing the conquering meekness of the Saviour
for humility’s beauty to glow.
Hanging loosely with suffocating shade is frustration jalousie
always ready to engulf heart’s disposition with despair
while soul struggles for hope upon faith’s buttress
oh! how terribly awful is its vexing presence
along loathe some display of condemning* defeat.
Amidst spiritual disclosure through Sovereign enlightenment
my heart is now enjoying freedom from curtain’s coping accessories
while repentantly confessing “just as I am”
thanking the Almighty Lord for His compassion
so I can serve Him and be a blessing to others with all my heart.
*1John 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
December 24, 2020
2nd place, "Curtains Of Your Heart" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/26/2020.
My heart* is a secret orchard
welcoming the entrance of the divine Gardener
Whose tending grace cheers flowers of prayer delight
as He hears supplications that faith-filled white roses shout
along the plight of chrysanthemums and daisies for nourishment-radiance.
In my heart's garden thrive vines that strive to reach the top
vibrantly inviting sovereign sun-rays for illumination-triumph
with wise enlightenment for counsel against towering arrogance
while lingering in the warm presence of the Creator Who inspires
always checking selfish motives and directing victory toward His exaltation.
Opening my heart's blessed garden
is the perfect Tiller, supplying it constantly
with goodness-buds midst serenity blossoms
against attacking pests of dearth and weeds of fruitlessness
replenishing with blessing toward abundant harvests to share His love and kindness.
*Psalm 44:21 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
April 27, 2026
Edited on May 20, 2026
2nd place, "My heart is a secret garden" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/21/2026