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January 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 19-21
Key Verse– Genesis 19:19 Behold now, thy servant hath found grace in thy sight, and thou hast magnified thy mercy, which thou hast shewed unto me in saving my life; and I cannot escape to the mountain, lest some evil take me, and I die.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS GRACE
Praise be to God for allowing us to find grace in His sight by His:
Magnified mercy in saving our lives
Magnanimous maintenance for our faith-ventures
Mighty ministry in helping others
Marvelous miracles midst prayer and supplication fervency
Genesis 20:6 Praise be to the Lord for withholding us from sinning against Him as He:
Moves in the integrity of our hearts
Molds in the innocency of our hands
Manages in the intensity of our honesty
Makes us well in the infirmity of our health
Minds our future in the infinity of our heave-hope
Genesis 21:1 Praise be to the Almighty for visiting us toward our:
Beginning growth
Blooming radiance
Breathing wellness
Burden’s unloading
Blessed days
Best service-opportunities
Building strength
Behavioural virtue-refining
Becoming’s perfection
Boasting’s conquest
Biblical belief-steadfastness
Best reaching-out pursuits. Amen!
January 6, 2027
Like stormy raindrops of terror sowing panic and greed;
Like a dark and deadly cloud descending upon the planet
whose purpose is destruction; Like rising tides from all seven seas,
destined to destabilize the shores of nations; The coronavirus is seeking
a host for its own survival. It must be resisted and stopped in its tracks!
Dear Lord, we need an antidote. O Lord, we need a vaccine. The CDC
indicates that we are a year removed from having a cure to kill the Coronavirus. Lord, fear and trepidation have wrapped their hands around many nations of the world, stopping them in their tracks. We ask you to replace this fear with the antidote of hope, vision, and faith.
Lord, for your glory and not our goodness, may we live and not die to tell of your goodness and great mercies to this generation.
Lord, we pray that you will supernaturally expand the present intellectual capacity of the mind of mankind and expedite the cure for this epidemic; and may you grant YOUR WISDOM to those who are so faithfully laboring for a vaccine. We pray that the plague will be halted expeditiously and that mankind the world over will see and acknowledge your great mercies.
And O Lord God, we humbly bow to your bidding and appeal to your magnanimous grace even though we are not deserving of the least of your blessings. In the name of Jesus Christ, we pray. Amen.
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April 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Esther 1-3
Key Verse – Esther 2:17 And the king loved Esther above all the women, and she obtained grace and favour in his sight …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LAVISHING ME WITH YOUR LOVE
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, lighting me up with Your grace
Surely making me obtain favour in Your sight, despite my sinfulness’ trace
Indeed upholding my salvation by Your compassion’s brace
Ever kind to accept my worshipful praise.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, lifting me up with Your goodness
Surely forgiving me of my admitted selfishness
Indeed accepting my repentant earnestness
Ever merciful to pardon my filthiness.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, leading me with Your guidance
Surely directing me toward Your deliverance
Indeed guarding my decisions against ignorance
Ever authoritative to subdue my arrogance.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, loading me with Your generosity
Surely providing me according to Your rich bounty
Indeed meeting my needs to vanquish poverty and futility
Ever magnanimous to fill my crisis or scarcity.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, locking me with Your gripping
Surely enclosing me inside Your care against fright-caused groping
Indeed warming my spirit around Your revival’s wrapping
Ever gentle to soothe my soul of painful hurt’s griping.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, listening to me with Your glory
Surely hearing me in my lamenting misery, as well as in my triumphant story
Indeed attending to my prayer and confession expressing sorry and fury
Ever timely to grant my expected faith-propped victory.
April 17, 2022
Magnanimous Man My Papa – Ha!
Flagrant red hot poker rage
lacerated upon the head of this sole
male offspring, sans he who did
help to sire me, his vitriolic baggage
inflicted like graped shot,
and deployed barrage
also akin to inflicting searing,
menacing, and branding iron wrath
left indelible psychological blockage
insufferable emotional constipation,
wrought wretched state of human bondage
resultant outcome witnessed breakage
of spirit, when hateful scathing verbal damage
invoked, exploded, and bombed mine psyche,
especially during mein late
adolescent, and into latter adult stage,
particularly cuz this anxiety riddled Harris
exhibited no ambition to earn a living wage,
nor maximize on any inherent strengths
thus this then much younger body electric
oscillated with zero voltaic amperage,
which family of origin assemblage
dynamic ratched tension nsync
on par with hotly contesting arbitrage
additionally compounded by
indifference toward parents, a disadvantage
living under their same roof,
mama's and papa's patience
wore thin, second progeny they did disparage
punctuated with ultimatums toward me,
which did nothing to assuage
intolerable passive resistance stance,
thus expletive laced
"midnight lectures" dosage
occurred a bajillion
times per week on average
annihilating my self esteem,
wherein this native son felt
less worthy than bacteriophage
analogous to useless atrophied appendage
yours truly emotional detachment
heck, I may as well have been
ice sill hated in Anchorage,
cuz me negligible care and/or concern
amplified palpable uneasiness, a drainage
in tandem with estrangement fueled umbrage.
Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II
ancient Anglo-Saxon poem
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Hrothulf and Hrothgar, uncle and nephew,
for a long time kept a careful peace together
after they had driven away the Vikings' kinsmen,
vanquished Ingeld's spear-hordes,
and hewed down at Heorot the host of the Heathobards.
Thus I have traveled among many foreign lands,
crossing the earth's breadth,
experiencing both goodness and wickedness,
cut off from my kinsfolk, far from my family.
Thus I can speak and sing these tidings in the mead-halls,
of how how I was received by the most excellent kings.
Many were magnanimous to me!
I was among the Huns and the glorious Ostrogoths,
among the Swedes, the Geats, and the South-Danes,
among the Vandals, the Wærnas, and the Vikings,
among the Gefthas, the Wends, and the Gefflas,
among the Angles, the Swabians, and the Ænenas,
among the Saxons, the Secgan, and the Swordsmen,
among the Hronas, the Danes, and the Heathoreams,
among the Thuringians and the Throndheims,
also among the Burgundians, where I received an arm-ring;
Guthhere gave me a gleaming gem in return for my song.
He was no gem-hoarding king, slow to give!
I was among the Franks, the Frisians, and the Frumtings,
among the Rugas, the Glomms, and the Romans.
I was likewise in Italy with Ælfwine,
who had, as I'd heard, commendable hands,
fast to reward fame-winning deeds,
a generous sharer of rings and torques,
the noble son of Eadwine.
I was among the Saracens and also the Serings,
among the Greeks, the Finns, and also with Caesar,
the ruler of wine-rich cities and formidable fortresses,
of riches and rings and Roman domains.
He also controlled the kingdom of Wales.
I was among the Scots, the Picts and the Scrid-Finns,
among the Leons and Bretons and Lombards,
among the heathens and heroes and Huns,
among the Israelites and Assyrians,
among the Hebrews and Jews and Egyptians,
among the Medes and Persians and Myrgings,
and with the Mofdings against the Myrgings,
among the Amothings and the East-Thuringians,
among the Eolas, the Ista and the Idumings.
Keywords/Tags: Widsith, Anglo-Saxon, translation, Old English, minstrel, travel, travels, traveler, poet, poetry, songs, music, earth, world, places, peace, war
“You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” - Jon Kabat-Zinn
Time has an interesting
way of revealing
riveting narratives,
embossed within ivory
clams in raven letters,
perhaps, it is the
crippling kismet,
that dahlia dreamers are
shackled by society’s
sanctimoniousness,
but I still follow my
roseate heart to swiftly
lead this pristine paragon
of moving minutes.
I can hear the wanton
wolves devour the
magnanimous moon,
transcribing unheard
nocturnal tales, emanating
through deep russet
eyes of a silent stallion~
as I leave poetic footprints
through heels of a black
caviar horse by
the nacreous shoreline.
Someday, the sun will rise
and allow me to embrace
colors of you again,
although torturous tentacles
of marine monsters malevolently
try to steal the soothing hope
within my soul,
from a thousand seas away.
If only they knew, skies
can reach beyond
prancing peacock dreams
emblazoning distant horizons,
with a plethora of
milky quartz, perfumed
in whispers of lemongrass,
reflecting silvery echoes
of a cosmic whale’s conch shell,
floating in an ancient bottle
of antique emotions,
anchored to the depths
of bottomless oceans,
where corals have
our fate rewritten
within chambered nautilus.
So, wait for me when
twilight dims, and meteor
showers come crashing,
to pour blazing stars
upon lime green planktons,
for my soul is surfing
through aquatic realms,
to find my homely
sanctuary in your arms
glossed in lavender balm,
I breathe beneath seraphic spheres,
devouring the ticking seconds,
dancing to the wind that whispers
in trembling tunes,
unafraid and unshaken
by the unknown.
I live in the moment,
celebrating the air that wraps
me in wisteria warmth.
The sun-soaked stairway
to porcelain
peacefulness,
is to steer your heart,
through the art
of mindfulness.
*My beloved Oval, I fear that my words fall short of what I am feeling in my heart. May you accept these few lines of love as my best effort of expressing my concern for you. I have heard much about you, but I have yet to visit and meet you in person. The pictures of you are rather striking and stunning.
It was during the 90's that I first became gravely concerned about what seemed to me, 'a tarnishing' of your office. Circumstances surrounding your occupants caused a great deal of weeping in my soul. It appeared as if the dark clouds of contamination were setting over you, and determined to drive out the awe and aromatic presence of your enduring reverence. Nevertheless, like the giant I always believed you to be, you came roaring back to a place of renown in the early 2000's. And Oval, it was so good to have you back. A new leader so deserving of your atmosphere took great lengths to restore the sacredness that was so rightfully due. I tell you Oval, the reality of your presence and power is so pervasive that it extends far beyond your palatial walls. For centuries you have adorned the shoulders of presidents in attire befitting their sacred trust.
Again, I stand aghast that I am observing a cloud of low regard for your office. Oval, this concern is not about presidents. More than 40 presidents have sat in your room, but you are still here. Presently, you are the one I am concerned about. It's my duty to speak up for you at this "high tide" of divisiveness.
Oval, in closing, there are many forces parading through our country; and it appears that these opposing forces are conspiring for a 'perfect storm'. Be advised and encouraged that much prayer is also invading the air waves. I see indications that not only shall we prevail and survive, but we shall also thrive because of God's Good Graces and His magnanimous mercies.
09292017 PS Contest, Early October Standard, Brain Strand Personification Form *Oval: The Oval Office in The White House
I have absorbed your words
I have drank your voice
My heart has cried
For the bondage of your choice
There aren't enough hues or shades
To express the color of grief
I've ran out of blacks and blues
Reds and purples hold no relief
If I were a painter
I would never frame you or hang you on my wall
I would incorporate your flow
Into the Niagra of my fall
.....oh the splattering, shattering, scattering of my broken soul.....
Boats come to view the great wonder
They feel the power of the rush
But they can not comprehend
The magnanimous pressure of the crush
We bathed, unencumbered, in deep waters
Capturing and enjoying each others essence
Free to have lack and need
The fullness of another's presence
You were never mine to have
I trembled under your exuberant praise
You touched my words with your golden scepter
And became the eternity in my days
Circumstances have moved us apart
But I know I did not leave in time
Your life may belong to her
But your heart lies at peace in mine
Written by Trudy Schrader on 2-4-11
Note: He was my mentor. There was no way we could have known that the sharing of words
would lead to regions in our hearts that had never been explored. The depth of intimacy is
proving to be extremely difficult to express. I can not mourn this loss, nor can he,
because we can not acknowledge the existence or the depth of intimacy between us. If only
we had known...alas, this lesson of love could not have been avoided.
Poetess
I need a Poetess to steal my heart,
In the depths of the dark, night air;
That carries her cries, near and far…
I see before me,
An angel of my forever heart.
Her words shall guide me towards her heart
And in the depths of the dark;
I shall let her take my huge heart.
For I have no need of it to live, when I am with her.
She keeps me alive, with her Heavenly words.
Words of trust and promises of faithfulness;
These are the charms of The Poetess.
For she could be trusted to speak from the soul.
I could once more stupidly believe her promises to never go.
So I write you a poem from the bottom of my soul;
You words are worth loving;
My Magnanimous Noun.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Make no mistake, in spite of 2020's terror, God's Mercy is being served on planet earth.*
Every morning, day after day, year after year, God's magnanimous mercies are endless.
Righteousness exalts nations, and its departure automatically engenders humiliation.
Rebellion is in the heart of man, and redemption lies at the core of the heart of God.
Yesterday, The Savior's birth; today, He lives; tomorrow, King of Kings-Lord of Lords returns.
Countries, emperors, kings, queens, presidents, premiers, dictators, Caesars, or czars.
History repeats itself because rulers seem unable to do things differently; God's way.
Reasons and rhymes, crimes and times keep turning like the globe of the world.
I do not anticipate nor expect lasting peace until the coming of The Prince Of Peace.
So it is written, so shall it be done; every knee shall bow to The Virgin born Christ Child.
The fulness of time is rapidly approaching, and neither your vote nor mine will stop it.
Mortal men, the whole breed of Adam's seed, have constantly fought against God.
And we are getting closer to the end than we ever realized, when Christ will rule.
Saints and sinners, popes and potentates, elects and elites; all will submit to Christ.
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*I pray that we will let nothing, absolutely nothing, take 'The Merry' out of our '2020 Christmas'