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April 16 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 10-11
Key Verse – 1Kings 10:9 Blessed be the Lord thy God, which delighted in thee, to set thee on the throne of Israel: because the Lord loved Israel for ever, therefore made he thee king, to do judgment and justice.
HEART THAT RESPONDS TO THE LORD WHO LOVES US
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our struggle
As His hand embraces us within His loving snuggle
Thus, freeing us from our confessed sin-guilt wriggle
And extricating our soul against reproaches’ wiggle.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our prayer-plight
As His kindness cares for us despite our blight
Thus, answering us from His abode of bright light
And cheering our spirit against trials’ fright.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our trial
As His Word strengthens us in truth-denial
Thus, driving us from temptation-dial
And propelling our faith against bitterness-betrayal.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our suffering
As His grace cherishes us with divine nurturing
Thus, protecting us from evil torturing
And guarding our sacrifices against selfish venturing.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our persecution
As His mercy comforts us with His inspiration
Thus, reviving us from hardship’s dysfunction
And rejuvenating our commitment toward service-fruition.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our sorrow
As His compassion fortifies us to face hopeful tomorrow
Thus, healing us from wounds inflicted by transgression-arrow
And securing our future with joyous well-being marrow.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our travail
As His faithfulness restores us whenever we acknowledge that we fail
Thus, encouraging us from frustration-driving wail
And exhorting our stewardship to continue despite limitation-ail.
April 16, 2026
A Light,
A glance,
A fight,
A chance.
Looking at the sky,
I wish I could fly.
Not with wings,
Nor with dreams.
But with the warmth
of a love so intense.
A love that sees no bounds
that only knows smiles and pleasant laughs and sounds.
One that gives purpose
to the dullest of days without any remorse.
One that loves for love
not on the offset of a hope.
Who knows how to give
the energy, care and the smiles.
The only one whose presence
Can make one want to live forever.
A love so intense
A love so giving
A love so encompassing...
Would I ever find one who would love me like I do?
Those seasons,
Have come and gone;
And so have I;
~
Alas, I love you beyond;
Why? because I just do;
Whom, am I to say;
~
Shalt I ever go away;
Physically sure;
But yet my hearts pure;
~
And in the springtime;
One of the solstice changing;
dawn comes free,
Winters fallen behind me;
~
and I've loved you before the buddings
and I've loved you beyond the trees
and I've loved you before the harvest
and I've loved you before autumn
Before the falling's of the leaves
and I've loved you in dew season before spring you see...
Alas, I love you beyond;
Why? because I just do;
Whom, am I to say;
~
Shalt I ever go away;
Physically sure;
But yet my hearts pure;
this much I am sure
I love you more than nature
3/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I was a man depressed
And my heart was crushed
But like lush sweet grass
Nubian Queen you came
And revive my heart
My mind with your voice and your touch
I think I never loved
Anyone quite as much
Before you stepped in my world
It was so lonely, cold and dark
Nubian Queen I knew you
From a long time ago
Can't believe you've decided
To take me up on my call
Nubian Queen you came from far
And you knocked me right back off my feet
Just when I thought
That I was burning up
Down and out
In the heat of the nihgt
Then you came and said
That we'll make it through
You and I
In the heat of night
Nubian Queen
You are a true angel
You are my one finger in the air
David Didn’t Require a Savior
It seems that God loved David so much.
Yet he destroyed a lot with his very touch.
He killed Uriah to have his wife,
Which resulted in a lifetime of strife.
A baby he lost.
A tremendous cost.
His son raped his daughter,
Which lead to his slaughter.
Absolom killed Amnon, their half brother.
And afterwards, resented their father.
In the uprising that ensued,
Absalom was subdued.
So are we being told that three children died,
Because David did not abide,
To the rules of his God, that he did not obey,
And the deaths reminded him on every day.
But God forgave him for his deed, of course,
When David begged forgiveness and showed remorse.
David didn’t need a savior,
To be back in his God’s favor.
And as there was not a mediator needed,
The Savior concept should be conceded.
But how was Uriah helped by all this?
He was wronged and lacked the bliss,
Of God’s justice for his death,
Once he had taken his last breath.
But the murderer, David, received God’s favor,
While the victim of the crime received disfavor.
And what of the baby that God did kill?
God kills babies and gets a thrill.
It says just that in Psalm 137 verse nine?
In that verse it’s more than just fine.
It’s a blessing to smash babies on a rock.
This is what God says. Not really a shock.
To kill a baby when you feel the need?
After all it’s only your enemy’s seed.
So God killed many babies in the Bible
And no one seems to hold Him liable.
Flowers are a pretty sight
They shine brightly in the light
Rainbow colors all around
Growing gorgeous in the ground
Some are sharp with thorny stems
Used for romance and love gems
Others are made to bouquets
On unique and special days
Pink, yellow and orange too
Red, green, purple, even blue
To help us smile when we see
This miraculous beauty
Small or big-- bright or sunny
Bees use them to gather honey
So we have a yummy treat
When our bellies want to eat
Corsages being placed on arms
To look pretty at the prom
Graves with a freshly made wreath
For missed loved ones underneath
Soft rose petals on a bed
Thoughts are filling up your head
A ring inside a glass of wine
Asking her will you be mine
Flowers are used every day
In actions and words we say
Smelling pretty-- looking sweet
These miracles can not be beat
She Herself is poetry
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
To her it’s a theory , that can’t be proven
Because she is loved by many but acknowledge by a few
I disagree; she is a goddess without denial
She does not only turn heads
But she is the reason why
I believe God has favorites
Her beauty can not be described
Mere vocabulary will not serve justice
The truth is her beautiful, black long hair
Does not go unnoticed
It sadness me that she believes her gummy smile ’
Is not admirable enough to focus on
Undeniably, she is my muse
Her desirable physique is lusted over
A blessing or a curse
She is a cactus in the desert
Many desire to drink from her waters
But she is a women of standard
Too good at protecting her womanhood
Her curves and waist is so perfect
It is as if she was sculpted by a Greek God
Not just any artist
An artist with an appeal for
The finer things in life
I believe she is not human
She is like the portrait that hangs
In the middle of the gallery
She is on stage
Lights hovering over her
Cameras on her
And the press is her audience
No matter how many new pieces of artwork
Enter the gallery
She can not be replaced
The reality is individuals do not
Have the taste for the finer things in life anymore
She is as fine as a white wine
Served on the coastal harbor
I love her
but she doesn’t even know my name
Mama said some things are better off
Admired, then approached
She is a combination of
Delicacy, luxury and refinery
A five-course meal that serves with style
I know you're thinking.
I am only talking about her beauty
Off course she is more than her looks
But I believe poetry
Is something that is seen by the third eye
A doctor has her stethoscope.
A firefighter has her firetruck
And a poet has her poems
I got lucked out and I got the luxury to see her
My soul purpose in life
Is only write poems about her
Poetry does not have to be articulated
Read by many, understood by a few
A linguist would say
The synonym for poetry is Her
Her whole existence is too bold not to write about
And I believe she herself is poetry
The village where my father was born.
After many years
Still has not changed
Except that electricity has arrived ,
The road blacktopped has deteriorated,
And thatched-roof houses are hardly seen.
Yet what I wonder is
As I saw in my childhood long ago,
The village road today is still lonesome,
Cactus and wild bush plants ,in that quietness
Are still growing here and there by the roadside.
And the sprawling paddy fields are as calm
And beautiful as they were seen from the road long ago.
The aged banyan tree standing in the meadow
At the roadside is still in its grandeur.
Under it, I saw my grandfather cremated,
Consigned to flames
When I was a boy of about 10 years old.
My grandfather during his youthful days
Sometimes might have been resting
Under that banyan tree
Tired of wayfaring or working in the paddy field.
Sometimes he might have been waiting
For somebody he loved beneath it
Wearing kurta ,dhoti,and clogs .
My father died six years ago
And I today am an old man
Yet whenever I visited the village
And see the lonely old banyan tree
I remember the days I spent there during my childhood
Particularly the day my grandfather died
And cremated beneath it.
The old peepal tree ,
Growing at the gate of my residence
By the busy road ,
Often I collect its fallen leaves with a broom
In the winter mornings and burn them.
Yet never ponder about its long past.
12th August 2012
Common sit down you're not cool, quit being a fool.
The Democrat party doesn't give a care bout Black Lives Matter, like you, they support Klanned Parenthood where black unborn children are being ripped apart and having their lives Shattered
These children for gun control are overrated, just like in the 1930s German youth they're being indoctrinated.
People who lost loved ones in Parkland who support Trump didn't get to speak, the far-left only knows how to suppress free speech that is so weak.
On Emma Gonzalez's jacket, she wears a Cuban flag of a communist country where the people are treated so badly, She can't even wear the American flag of the land of free and the home of the brave this is very sad.
Are Boss Hog ruts §?g trying to give a clue like the Riddler, He gave a salute like he's little Hitler
Yes Common God is Great, but he doesn't support your Hate.
This was poem made bout March For Our Lives. Common talking bout Trump's hate,
The resist solute by Hogg, the jacket of Emma
I’m thankful for so many things
Some big and others simpler.
I’m thankful for the joy I feel…
Knowing that I have a Savior!
I’m thankful for the faith I have,
A certainty that God is forever!
And when I feel alone or sad…
He is there to make me feel better.
I’m thankful for the little things…
Things that are often taken for granted,
My health, my family, my home…
And the Love that God placed inside me.
I’m thankful for sweet memories,
The ones that warm my heart and spirit,
Remind me that my life has been blessed…
More than I could possibly describe.
I’m thankful for so many blessings,
A warm home, good food and clean water…
The satisfaction of knowing I’m loved,
And that I love more than I thought possible.
I’m thankful for small treasures of peace…
Flowers that hint at God’s paintbrush,
Birds that sing to me so sweetly…
And so many pleasant sights and sounds of nature.
I’m thankful for the grace that God gives…
For his lessons and unending forgiveness.
I feel alive because I know HE LIVES…
And heaven awaits me because I know this!
I’m thankful for so much in this life of mine,
The hope, faith and love,… the serenity from above.
I’m thankful that God’s Son has risen…
And I have HIM to thank for this day and every blessing!!!
Happy Thanksgiving to You on this special day…
May God bless you with a day filled with Love beyond measure.
By Regina Riddle – Thanksgiving, 2018