Long Miracles Poems
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June 3 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 68-70
Key Verse – Psalm 68:5 A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FATHER ALMIGHTY
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
surely arising to carry me to Your presence
Thank You for Your salvation that makes me rejoice with gladness’ essence…
Seeking Your will, I dwell in Your holy habitation’s iridescence
Set me always in Your goodness to overcome solitary gloom-license.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
securely establishing me by Your perfection
Thank You for Your stability that guards me from foolish instruction…
Standing upon Your grace, I praise You for Your benefits’ provision
Seal me always with Your mercies, beyond depths of my transgression.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
steadfastly leading me to Your sanctuary
Thank You for Your sacrifice that causes me to follow You toward victory…
Submitting to Your wisdom, I come to Your enclosing hands of glory
Strengthen me always by Your power midst my worry because of sin-misery.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
sweetly comforting me in my weariness
Thank You for Your satisfaction that confounds me of my haughtiness…
Stepping in Your light, I abide in Your righteous zealousness
Sanctify me always along Your cleansing pardon toward my holiness.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
sincerely hearing me and my prayer’s plight
Thank You for Your shield that encloses me within Your deliverance-delight…
Singing for Your honour, I exalt You for Your help in my distress-blight
Stir me always midst Your gentleness as from sorrow, I take my flight.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
straightly humbling me of my arrogance
Thank You for Your specialty in miracles gripping me with divine elegance…
Shining with Your radiance, I claim Your granted eternal inheritance
Sustain me always with Your supplies along stewardship-assurance.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
speedily rescuing me in Your timely haste
Thank You for Your servanthood example that prods me for works so chaste…
Staying in Your plan, I overcome worldliness’ tempting vanity waste
Support me always in my quest to savor Your of heavenly taste.
February 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 14-15
Key Verse – Numbers 14:8 If the LORD delight in us, then he will bring us into this land, and give it us; a land which floweth with milk and honey.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DELIGHTS IN US
Praise be to God for delighting in us:
Bringing us into a land which flows with milk and honey
Binding us against rebellion and fear from the heart
Blessing us with His mercy, power and pardon midst hope
Binding us up by His glory and miracles so heavenly
Blocking us from murmurings and wasteful wonderings toward faith-hoisting
Numbers 14:9 Praise be to the Lord Who defends us while
He warns us not to rebel against Him when we:
Fear not Him reverentially, but our foes frantically
Fail to recognize our foolishness
Focus on our own rights to have fine food of worldly flavour
Fight and respect not our Almighty Father
Find rest in our arrogant flesh
Numbers 15:3 Praise be to the Saviour for instructing us and
commanding us to offer a sacrifice of sweet savour unto Him in:
Performing our best service
Preparing our blissful spirit
Practicing our blessed stewardship
Presenting our balanced stature
Perfecting our bountiful stewardship
Proving our braced-up steadfastness
Persisting in our biblical standards. Amen!
February 17, 2024
Each of us can be a conduit for Heaven. It takes being present and open so that you're able to be guided to help and bless others. Remember that anything is possible and miracles happen all the time. Blessings, love and light.
Conduit for Heaven
By Michelle Morris
24/12/2022
I never expected to be
A conduit for Heaven above
I never expected to feel
So many blessings and love
I am nobody and everyone
I am special and unique
I am lost in a billion lives
And in history's way of dealing
I am part of a strange and difficult life
A path I felt I'd never have chosen
Yet, by all accounts it would seem
That everything was meant to be broken
For in all the losses and all the traumas
I learned much about my strength and integrity
How I could remain above the fray
And be kind to all my enemies
Sometimes it was so challenging
To keep silent and walk away
People often think you're weak
When you're stronger than they imagine
For dignity and kindness
Is usually underestimated
Being constructive is a gift
That God gives to the greatest
Still, I retain a humble air
I don't think I'm better than you
I just try my very best to do
Better to each soul in situ
I never expected to be
A conduit for Heaven
Despite being told many a time
That I would be God's angel
A lightworker and old soul
Sent to this world to help save it
Seemed far to high a quest
Almost beyond outlandish
But, here we are in reality
As much as we can perceive it
And I keep being given messages
To share with human beings
Maybe one day I'll understand it
Maybe one day it will make sense
But for now I'll do my best to help
Every human soul I can influence
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Chasing rainbows, chasing light
Chasing kindness, chasing smiles
Chasing goodness, chasing dreams
Chasing joy, chasing every good thing…
My life has been a series of moments,
Pasted together by gentleness, love and laughter,
The music of prayer and praise, the promises
Built by hope that lingers inside the faith that is living
In hearts who believe and souls who agree…
Grace is the miracle that brings the greatest relief
To the one who feels echoes of hurt, fear that exhausts,
Tears that attempt to break the strongest of hearts
Chasing miracles, chasing what is wise,
Chasing breathlessness, chasing the desire,
Chasing promises, chasing the muse,
Chasing freedom, chasing the hue of gentle…
My life has been a series of events,
Joined by the broken and the brilliant,
Seeking out the love and hope, the music
Beneath a moment, the rhythm sounding inside
A dream, a smile, a peace… the whisper of “amen”
Awakening the fires of faith, the amazing
In grace, the abiding passions and promises…
Reasons for every word from a sweetness
That comes to life inside the one who hears
Echoing from the heart, the beautiful, the miracle,
The wonder of a love so alive it glows like the sunrise,
Erasing sorrows and shadows, bringing light that is forever
Shining, magnificent as the love that lives and gives
More hope than the heart can hold,
Thanks to God, there is more love than I’ve ever known!
Wordsmiths, take heed ...
Letters of the alphabet,
By themselves are but harmless shapes
Of ink or graphite or digital information,
(Placed in ordered variations of ones and zeros),
But when combined in specific patterns and placement and propriety,
Become the most powerful weapons and tools known to humanity.
How many countless lives have been changed, worsened, improved,
Manipulated, darkened, brightened, ended, or even BEGUN,
As a result of their use by an intelligent mind and deft writing implement?
How much love, hate, kindness, vitriol, care, apathy,
Truth, hypocrisy, forgiveness, jealousy, joy, or even horror,
Has been carried to its mark by the thoughtful control
Of their placement and structure and management?
Oh, what horrible irony there is in the assumption that "words can never hurt" ...
They are, without a doubt, the most hurtful things ever created by man,
And yet their keen and acute ambiguity make them their own saviors,
And by positive application and intent,
Can be the most magnificent and wonderfully
Exquisite creations that we are capable of.
Be ever vigilant when you consider their organization and use,
For by their very nature you may be sending forth
A thoughtful work of fascination and beauty,
Or unleashing a monster of incalculable horror and venom.
WE are the bows that send the arrows forth,
WE are the guns that let loose the bullets,
WE are the catapults that let fly the burning stones,
But we are also the hands that pick the flowers,
That gently part the hair, that hold and caress with tenderness,
That encourage and help and touch and feel and explain and honor ...
ALL by the ways we form and group those individual letters of the alphabet,
ALL in the mindful ways we arrange
Those seemingly harmless little squiggles and lines ...
If we only treated words with the same care and respect and caution
That we allow weapons and miracles,
For they are easily as wonderful ...
And easily as dangerous.
I SEE YOU
I see You in the majesty of the mountains,
Your mystery in the depths of the sea.
Your providence every day abounds about me.
I see your power everywhere surrounding me.
I see Your love in the pages of my Bible,
As I read of sacrifice and answered prayer.
Small miracles each day happen 'round me.
I see Your face in each and know You care.
I KNOW YOU
I see you as you go about your business.
The way you live your life is plain to Me.
Your thoughts and deeds are proof that you're My servant,
For by it's fruit a man shall know a tree.
When your time is over there I'll call you.
I'll send a guide to bring you straight to Me.
No need to fear your past mistakes, transgressions,
For by the spilling of My Blood I've set you free.
Like life,
The seasons smile
Upon the soul
Who is willing to listen
To the gentle breath
Winsome winds,
Tender rains falling,
Soothing the spirit with
Calm that caresses
The deepest feelings,
Intimate, like a whisper
Like life,
Indeed there is strife,
But the soul smiles
With the caress of moonbeams,
Starlight sprinkling joy
Through the atmosphere,
Rearranging the moments
In silent wishes,
Embracing the colors
In hues of vibrant healing,
Miracles blessing
Imagine the wonderful
Abiding in the setting
Spring, summer, fall – winter
Even the snow awakens
Music in the spirit
Who knows what it means
To be lost in the stillness
Serenity, expressions of beauty
All around the recurring
Meanings, the whimsical,
The dreams overflowing in
Radiant, brilliant, flames of believing
Like life,
Seasons come and go,
Bringing joy, serenity, hope
Leaving gifts of light,
Rays of truth piercing the night,
Erasing the darkness
With a rustling of quiet,
A serenity falling – lost in the
Lulling of lightness,
Fiercely pouring out peace
Through the moments,
Leaving only the sigh, the groaning
Bleeding from the heart
Who knows that even the seasons,
Who come and go
Without commemoration,
They create their own festivity,
There own carnival of blessing,
Beautiful in the intelligence
Season’s grace abiding in the soul,
Inviting the music, inspiring
The life to go on – lying in the sun,
Who falls on the morning
Just as the moon pours out its easy
Caress on the night, the evening
Who knows the seasonal bliss
Like life,
This is the dance
Between hope and peace,
Faith and belief,
The day and the night,
The life – love brought to life
By the cries of a joy, pure delight!
Just a kiss from her
I am in the clouds and going to heaven
My wings are mighty enough to fly
The sun is in my hands and
the moon is running to hide in the clouds
Stars are glittering to show me the way to heaven
I am walking in the desert of Sahara
in the days of hot summer with my bear foot
In that desert
Millions of oasis are welcoming me
with a plenty of fruits and water
Gods are moving here and there
To bless me at my convenience
They are asking my time to meet me to talk
They are wandering with a wine of mirth
to give me and to cheer up me there
Plants are calling me to submit their roses
to praise me and to honor me as her lover
How these miracles have happened in my life
Just a kiss
Yes Just a kiss of Her have created this new world
You were camouflage mornings
and Busch Light nights,
mud on your boots
and laughter in your eyes.
A little wild,
a little stubborn,
all heart.
You held babies
like they were the most fragile miracles,
taught them early
how to ride,
how to hold on,
how to be proud of where they came from.
You smiled crooked
when you thought no one saw,
flipped off the camera
like grief would never dare to touch you.
But now the silence roars
where your voice used to be.
Still—
you live in the scent of oil and earth,
in the deer stand at first light,
in the grip of tiny hands
wrapped around a steering wheel
you once guided.
You live
in every picture tacked to the wall
with roses and pins and aching love.
And you live
in me, the mom who still can’t bring herself
to wash your clothes—
because they still
smell like you.
September 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 21-23
Key Verse– Matthew 22:16 …Master, we know that thou art true, and teachest the way of God in truth…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME YOUR WAY
Thank You for teaching me Your way of perfect sovereignty
Very great throughout eternity
Against humanity’s obvious frailty
Really strengthening my faith by Your authority.
Thank You for teaching me Your way of omnipotent might
Very powerful beyond celestial forces’ height
Against worldliness’ vain delight
Really brightening my worship around Your light.
Thank You for teaching me Your way of right direction
Very purposive in every situation
Against aimlessness’ futile condition
Really enabling my soul to rejoice in Your assured salvation.
Thank You for teaching me Your way of serene victory
Very triumphant midst any evil fury
Against earthliness’ successful story
Really upholding my devotion for Your glory.
Thank You for teaching me Your way of biblical truthfulness
Very wise despite ignorance-caused foolishness
Against technologies’ advancing steadfastness
Really guiding my perspective through Your faithfulness.
Thank You for teaching me Your way of heavenly standard
Very excellent above intellectual award
Against carnality’s compromising measuring card
Really protecting my servanthood-commitment by Your safeguard.
Thank You for teaching me Your way of wondrous miracles
Very amazing around divine mystery-ripples
Against doubts’ skeptical tentacles
Really enriching my spirituality with Your principles.
September 17, 2022