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Psalms 73:26 (KJV) "My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.”
I’ve worried many times –
How can He save me? I’m so sinful, so errant,
Evil at my core, I think, corrupt in ways I can’t even admit,
How can He give me eternal life when I don’t deserve His sacrifice?
How can He save me from the depths of hell…
When I really deserve that darkness and despair?
If anyone should know the meaning of unworthy, that would be me,
The child who can barely see – how He went to the trouble….
Of saving me from the darkest destruction, the abyss of anguish,
The torment of a place I’ll never see… no, I’ll never know the suffering,
Because Jesus said, believe in me and you’re forever healed,
You’ll forever be mine, a child of the King, a light – however dim,
Who bleeds hope into this dismal world, where there is more doubt,
Than the faith that sustains, the faith that answers the door
When fear knocks boldly, eager to discourage the heart and soul!
I’ve worried many times –
How can He really be mine? I’m such a stumbling mess,
I really must confess – I never can imagine just why –
But He saved me from my doubts, from my fears, from my sins.
He saved me from the worst that I’ve known, the vilest past.
He saved me so I would never know what it means to die in my sin,
Unknown by Him, the One who taught me the meaning of love,
The One who silenced my every worry with the assurance that He…
Is alive inside my heart, burning away the darkest parts
With a light of grace that shines so bright I can barely see,
Yet, I understand – Yes, I was blind, but now I see… Yes, I see
Just what He did for me!
He is here inside my heart, inspiring my greatest hope,
Stirring up prayers and praise – inviting me to grow wiser
Than I’ve ever been, assured of the Presence who is forever
His Holy Spirit, in my heart where I can always be certain of the love
That will never doubt or fade out, love that survives all time,
Love that breathes joy into my life and love that is so kind,
Reflecting the brilliance of His light, glowing throughout all time!
Yes, I’ve worried many times – needless worries
Because He is alive and His spirit abides inside, where I know Him
As mine, forever shining so that I can see eternally –
Forever with HIM, the One who knows no sin!
How Hungry for GOD Are You?
How hungry for GOD are you? Do you pray and read the
Word daily? Do you stay in an attitude of prayer throughout
the day? Do you stay in fellowship with other believers?
Do you support the work of the Kingdom?
Do you hunger and thirst to know more of HIM? Do you feel like
you just can’t go on any further till HE touches you afresh? Do you
cry out for the fire of GOD to come on you by HIS SPIRIT?
Do you look for HIM to send you to unsaved people so you
can tell them about JESUS and lead them in a prayer to HIM?
Do you pray for the youth of this country and ask the LORD to send
a tremendous revival to them? Can you hardly wait for another
service so you can worship HIM with other saints?
Do you sing and worship HIM around your home and as you are doing
your work, cleaning, washing, and cooking? Do you sing n the SPIRIT as
you are mowing the grass, changing the beds?
Do you and your husband go to the mall purposely looking for
people to tell about JESUS? Do you seek out young people to
pray for them if they will let you and when they do, are you
praying for HIS SPIRIT to saturate them and use them and
keep them?
Are you longing and crying out for JESUS to come for HIS church?
HE is you know! Do you look for opportunities to tell people about
JESUS whenever you check out in stores, restaurants? I tell the
clerks or checkers that JESUS loves them and that HE is coming
soon, sometimes the reaction is tears, some laugh, some love it,
some hate it but needless to say, they got the message.
Do you pray for our nation and leaders to be safe and to be
led by HIS SPIRIT? And also, are you still and tuning
your ear to hear HIS still small voice? When you came to HIM
did you jump into the river of revival with all of your clothes on?
Did you tell HIM, Whatever YOU hate, I will hate, whatever
YOU love, I will love! Did you determine you would give
HIM everything and will follow HIM wherever HE wants you
to go?
Did you determine to be like a good little pot of clay made
by the GREAT POTTER and asked HIM to cover that little
pot with HIS SPIRIT and fill it up so HE could pour it out
on who so ever whenever or wherever HE chooses!
Oh, yah~~! Then, you are definitely hungry for our
GOD!
GOD bless,
Written by: Marilyn S Jennings
May 6, 2019
#THIS DEDICATION SPEAKS TO A PARTICULAR INDICATION...
IT SPEAKS TOO...
SPECIFICALLY WHO???
ANYONE WHO STAYS...
UNDERNEATH
COVERS/SHIELDINGS AND YIELDINGS.
SIRENS IN HIGHEST DECIBELS GOING OFF, CONSTANTLY INSIDE, CAN'T TURN IT OFF YET!
WON'T TURN IT OFF YET???
DON'T FRET...IF YOU TRULY WANT TO, YOU CAN!
BRING IT DOWN TO ITS PROPER BALANCE!
PRIOR, THE VOLUME WAS DEAFENING,
WHAT A NEEDLESS SUFFERING!!!
"EVEN THE COVERS" COULDN'T PROVIDE BUFFERING!
"GLAD YOU CLIMBED FROM BENEATH THAT COVER!"
NOW, WHAT ABOUT THOSE SHIELDINGS...
ARE THEY COMFORTABLE,
ARE THEY COZY PERCEIVINGS?
LIKE CERTAIN FEELINGS, ARE THEY FLEETING?
LIKE A FLASH OR A MAD DASH, SHIELD'S OFF...
I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW...
WHAT'S BEING SAID, FED, TO YOUR HEAD?
DOES THIS SHIELDING PROVIDE ANY PROPER STRENGTH? WHAT'S YOUR INNER VOICE EXPRESSING TO YOU...
AT LENGTH?
I BET IT'S LOUDER THAN THUNDER!!!
"IT" IS YOUR GIFT!!! WHY SHIELD IT???
LET IT "ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!" AS YOUR REMINDER NOT TO SETTLE OR SHIELD IN SILENCE. SPEAK AT PEAK: NEVER MEEK!!!
DON'T "HUSH" YOUR OWN LIFE, AND SHIELD NOT...
ELEVATED INSIGHT! ALRIGHT :-)
AHH, SOFT AS A WHISPER'S WHISPER...
THIS IS THE VOICE THAT YOU HEAR AND YOU CAN'T TUNE IT OUT! YOUR SPIRITUAL TONE NEVER HAS TO SHOUT :-) THAT'S WHY IT HOLDS TRUE GLORIOUS CLOUT, AS WELL, CLARITY. IT ONLY BECOMES A RARITY TO TUNE IN...IF YOU OR I ARE "OUT OF TUNE"
ALLOWING "IT" NOT TO RESUME...
WITH IT'S URGENCE AND PRECIOUS RESURGENCE,
HOW ELSE IS ONE TO EMERGE & SURGE VICTORIOUSLY...DEFEATING THE "NOISE"
THAT MAY TAMPER/HAMPER FROM OUR OWN INNATE {SOLACE} "INTERFERENCE" OF SOUND SENSIBILITIES.
DAMN DISTRACTIONS WE LOOK FOR,
IN PLACE OF THE ACTIONS AND TRACTION
WE INSTEAD YEARN FOR...
CORE WHISPER'S WHISPER, "IS N E V E R ON MUTE..."
NO A.I. CAN COMPETE WITH T H I S COMPUTE!
THROUGHOUT LIFE...
WE'LL HAVE TO KICK THOSE COVERS!
STOP SHIELDING, "OURSELVES!"
CEASE YIELDING, BY CHOICE...
BECAUSE YOU'RE A L W A Y S BEING* "SPOKEN TO"
YOU CAN ADJUST YOUR LEVELS AND DECIBELS TO HIGH OR LOW...FAST OR SLOW.
BUT, YOUR {INNER SETTING} HAS ITS OWN LEVERAGING AND TRUST ME....
IF YOU'RE RECEPTIVE, PARTICULARLY PERCEPTIVE...
IT WILL B A L A N C E
YOU & I ACCORDINGLY...
{PERFECT PITCH}
~~~~~~~DIVINELY & ZERO GLITCH~~~~~~~
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} SEPTEMBER 23, 2023#
In the 80's I lived in Anchorage Alaska. You could go anywhere and catch salmon till your arms fell off. I would drive for hours to fish in completely desolate (of people) lakes. There were several lakes that were so clear you could see the trout swimming two hundred feet down (they were 8 to 28 inches long) you could see the bottom of every lake just by peering over the edge of the boat. After several years of catching these trout that were as long as your arm, I checked the map for new and more challenging lakes. I found a lake Southwest of Wasilla that had "fingers" cut into one side of it. Each one was 50 by 2,000 foot long, obviously man made. I didn't bring my boat and planed to fish these "fingers" from the bank.
I had snapped my Fly pole running through the trees and was tired from all the the frantic running. I rigged up my Casting pole and walked out to where the water was just above my knees, between two trees 20 feet apart. 15 min went by and I figured I better change lure. My right foot had sunk past my ankle in the silt and I pulled hard to get unstuck. My left foot sunk deeper. I had been in this situation before and kept working to get at least one foot unstuck.
Almost an hour went by and the water was to my waist, I had mud to my calves and the waders were like a second skin. I couldn't move, I tried everything. By now the water was up to my armpits. I saw my cooler float by and then my tackle box (and needless to say, my life too) That's when I started yelling help. There was no body on these lakes and I knew it. I went under water and tried to dig my legs free, only to run out of air! I came up yelling help. I yelled only to hear my echos of help, I had a wife and two daughters to live for. I was done.
That's when I heard a calm voice say "catch this knife" I looked over and it was an old man in his 80's. I told him I was stuck real bad- he said, "I know, cut em off" and tossed me a knife- It was a perfect ten foot toss and I caught it! I went under water and sliced my waders from the hip to the thigh (240 bucks worth)- when I came up again he was reaching out his walking stick to pull me out. It was 5 feet too short. I yelled at him to come closer, "just grab hold of the tree branch there and I could reach it" He shook his head and said again "cut em off" and then he walked away behind the trees.
Yesterday, turned out,
To be, a magical day...
I got a great new drummer,
Totally excellent, I must say,
And he took the band,
To his amazing studio...
With every bit of exotic equipment...
A musician could know...
He mixed in like magic...
Making the band's chances
of reaching success to greatly grow...
And, though my physical pain was
much greater than usual,
We went to a diner in Queens,
for a menu perusal,
I treated my mates,
To a hearty dinner meal,
Glad for once I could treat,
It seemed no big deal...
From there on we went...
To the Howard Beach Yacht Club,
To play a musical gig,
The kind of job we do love...
Hosted by Queens Hell's Angels,
A fund raiser for poor kids,
For the "toys for tots bike run",
Sounds unreal, yet it was not,
It was just what it claimed,
That it really was, and every year
It still is...
We played for free,
though we got food or drinks,
Without charge...
And helped them earn money,
In their own hometown biker's lodge...
Well we were suplimented by
by other good musicians we knew...
We played an awesome set,
We knew what, and how, to do...
As for me, when I received,
What I perceived as a musician's slight..
Asked not to play...
every song that was planned,
For that big night,,
It seemed to me....
To be not being treated quite right...
So, yet, when we played,
We were sharper than a knife...
And were heros for the night...
Every song quite tight,
However, this somewhat offensive remark,
That was made to me,
Turned my playing skills
Up quite a mite....
And when we reached...
A great level of musical
Excellence,at that point,
And when it was at it's height...
We were rocking that joint,
We played way out-of-sight.....
But regarding my minor ego wound,
I somehow made my point,
So by a long night's end,
I had easily won that
Stupid and needless musical fight...
Picture "biker chicks" dancing
Exotically in front of the band,
Seemingly in ecstasy...
Which gave us a hand...
You see, such a thing...
Will make us play all the better...
And thunderous applause,
It seemed dotted the "i's"
In that letter....
We "Smoked 'Em" real good,
They loved every song....
Seemed they wanted us,
To play all night long...
Great satisfaction, and fun,
I really did have...
For at least my tired soul,
It was a heavenly sent salve.
In the whispering silence of a moonlit night,
where stars wink like old friends,
I drift along the river of my thoughts,
an unbound stream of consciousness,
Flowing through the landscapes of potential and purpose,
where dreams dwell like forgotten treasures.
Most of us,
shadows of our true selves,
live in shallow waters,
afraid to dive into the depths,
Creating busywork,
weaving webs of distraction,
as if afraid to face the stillness of our own souls.
Oh, how we toil, like ants in an endless march,
building castles in the sand,
Not because the work is urgent,
but because we do not know the art of being.
We are craftsmen of the banal,
architects of the mundane,
lost in the frenzy of doing,
When all we yearn for is to float,
weightless and free,
on the river of life,
to be carried by its gentle current.
Imagine a world where laziness is a virtue,
where idlers are the sages,
Where shaking off the chains of duty is a path to enlightenment,
To bask in the golden glow of a sunset,
to savor the sweetness of a moment unclaimed by time,
To relax into the embrace of existence,
to find joy in the art of simply being.
I do not preach a life of total inactivity,
for such would be a disservice to the soul,
But rather a life where each act is a dance,
each gesture a poem,
imbued with meaning and grace.
Let us not be prisoners of our own making,
bound by the chains of needless toil,
But the artists of our destiny,
painting with the colors of purpose and passion.
For in the quiet moments,
where the heart beats in sync with the cosmos,
We discover the true rhythm of life,
a melody that calls us to slow down,
to listen, to feel.
To be busy is not to live,
but to be alive is to flow,
to ebb and surge with the tides of meaning,
To find the balance between action and inaction,
to dance on the edge of potential and peace.
So let us embrace the wisdom of the river,
to be lazy in the pursuit of joy,
To be idlers in the garden of dreams,
to cultivate a life that blooms with significance.
For in this dance,
this flow of consciousness,
we find the essence of our being,
And though the world may rush around us,
we shall move with the grace of those who understand,
That the river of life carries us not to the shores of accomplishment,
But to the ocean of our own infinite potential.
Wasted words of Poetical Incorrectness
Words are precious commodities not traded
as their value is just too high.
Words of falsehood are a waste of words
as in time the truth will always negate the lie.
Like running the water when brushing your teeth
is a waste of precious H 2O.
Words said in abundance when there's no one listening
there is a waste there also.
Words that are used when they don't need to be said
is a squandering of valuable assets.
Like a contractor building a house
that will never be used ,lived in or possessed.
Using valuable words to ones, that are unwilling to hear
is a waste of your breath, your ink and your time
Like Jesus said when talking about his opposers
it's like "throwing pearls to the swine".
Superfluous words are a needless repetition
a use of words that is unnecessary
Repeating the same things just so they can be heard
this is a warning to the unwary.
Words that are spoken to those unable to hear
are words that fall on deaf ears
Words that are written that are never read
are wasted words falling like the poets tears
Using unkind words in a heated rage is a waste of
words as they incinerate the page
Sometime later in a calmer state those words are
regretted and usually replaced
In conclusion, my dear fellow poets who write words
of troubled sorrow and eloquence
Let's not waste our precious time, ink and talent
on those who practice poetical incorrectness.
John Derek Hamilton
February 02,2016
Gentle moments,
Heartfelt dreams, promises,
The windswept feelings,
Elations, quivering like a candle,
Reflecting all the wonders,
The stillness in a breath,
Awakening the moments,
Starving for the kiss,
Laughing like the moments
Are gestures of grace….
Glimpses of light,
Falling over the spirit,
Healing, lessons,
Brilliant flames in crimson,
Needless to say,
She is like the brave risktaker,
Music pouring from her heart,
Whispering light,
Lingering on the soul,
Who knows, just knows…
Glories in lessons,
When I judge the actions,
Recording fears, tears,
Bleeding with tired words,
Rhymes, and rhythms,
Details in verse,
Visions of souls, painted,
On the voices of darkness,
Heedless, like the day,
When sunset reminds us,
Forever, destiny…
Giving the heart
A second thought, a chance
Beyond the fears,
Who compromise through tears,
Erasing the past,
Where shadows grow
And healing flows
Through the subtle rivers,
Yesterday’s feelings,
Erasing the gray,
Replacing it with praise,
Yes, praise…
I don’t want to judge,
Should I judge,
Like a pharisee, injustice,
Rising up
To destroy the very soul,
I hope to save,
With His love, His ways…
Seeking, seeking
Like the dance of light,
Raining insight,
Glorious, it abides,
On the night, softest light,
Healing and revealing,
Love far more alive,
More beautiful than poetry,
More alive than the art’s joy,
More like life with One
Who abides inside those,
Who believe…
Believe and receive…
Knowing He is worthy,
He is worthy…
The lamb who brings peace
The lamb who sees…
Through the darkest grief,
To the sounds who breath…
Love that He brings,
Love that sounds like grace
Love that is His sincerity.
Love that is Jesus’ reality!
Let Him love you and believe,
When You praise,
Realizing His way…
Is the way of faith, the way of grace,
The way of love that has a name…
When He arose, we were never the same,
We’re never going to be the same.
And, it is this love He gave – His love
Is to blame… He is to blame,
For bringing love that will forever remain,
Forever, eternally, breathing light,
Pouring out love that is a collection of grace,
Faith, and peace… wonderful
That can never be outdone – because He is the SON!
The One who is LOVE!
The ONE who is love!
She feels the urge to ask,
And in a different time she would have,
I guess it’s just another mask,
Removed by hands of time.
A child asks a mother in attempts to understand,
A fool asks a brother for the faintest hope of what he’d planned,
But what’s become of her?
She, who feels that urge to ask,
But every ‘magined scene evaporates because at last…
She knows a thing that needs no validation,
Her heart and head align for once in pure determination,
And in every situation,
Her conclusions flow the same,
Like the ocean from the river from the highest snows from whence it came,
Desire o’re the years and years
Shaped through all the tears, the tears,
They form a being needless of a voice to tame the proof
That’s found,
In every tingling nerve and heartbeat dancing to the truth
Around,
A fire lit within,
She won’t believe it anymore
That what drives her is a sin.
The sin of resolution,
The futility of absolution,
Oh, so heavy lies the crown
Upon a cool prevailing head,
No more in need of sought or proffered
Whispers of the ones who led
Her
Much too often to the stagnant pool of false reflection,
Softening the empty burn of grudging genuflection,
At the base of some familiar altar,
Asking far too much,
A sacrifice of every smile,
Every notion,
Every touch,
Of every single fiber weaving who she’s born to be,
Fraying all the threads,
Blurring all the lines,
Convincing her she cannot see
The Self that’s in her eyes,
Prompting her to ask
~ Like a fool, like a child ~
Which parts of her are good to keep,
And which are remnants of the wild,
Ancient,
Gorgeous,
Magic,
Sane illogic,
Pieces of her soul,
Mold them,
Shape them,
To this thing called reason…
Expectation…
White picket fence of civilization.
Does it make her a good woman to conform to this?
I guess that depends on the meaning of “good”,
And whether she gives a $h1+,
She asks now only as a curiosity,
Offering her story, but never an apology,
And truthfully,
What she came to see,
Is an answer that,
From the mouth of another,
Placates like that from a brother,
Or a mother,
But that answer heeded from deep within,
In all its frightening truth,
Relentless and unabashed,
Yes, that answer heeded from deep within
Is the one that caused HER life to begin.
I came from a generation of laughter,
while night faded the flames
freeing the moon from its silence,
flowing with dreams, dewlike
hopes, singing in tenor, voices rising
from the ashes of a moment
before hearts felt the rhythmic trembling,
bleeding through the colors,
crisp, clean ivory and sunburst joy
believing the moments were healed,
blessed by grace…
amusement was relieved by the notes,
softly playing in the background
We know faith, sympathizing
with memories, stirring awake,
feelings, blessings who save –
needless to say, they save the souls
who hear beneath the laughter,
the chill of a breathless kindness,
grace fills and heals, fulfills…
laughter abides in the heart who hears,
gentle tears, quiet fears
sensitive prayers never fail to believe
wherever we go, whatever we know,
we can abide in the grace that never lies,
grace that defies the darkest time,
grace that decides – love is alive – His love,
it invites the soul to survive the fury of a past,
where lonely might suggest…
grief has never left, grief is the shadow’s relief,
grief is pierced by faith, colored by prayers,
left to die on the bedside of grace,
where life knows the music of peace,
the beautiful that comes from believing,
He is everlasting – He is the reason…
Laughter won’t die when it sees beneath the colors,
Into the spirit of a love that never worries
Because it is this love that prevails over all others –
This love, it is His design – His wonderful
Shining like Sonshine, defeating all the worst that comes,
Rising through the darkest night, defeating the fears,
Reassuring with love that will never be overpowered,..
It is the risen love from a life that crushed satan and delivered me…
From the worst that is – the worst despair,
The darkness of an eternity without His love…
Because of this love, this man who saved my soul,
I know what it means to let go of suspicion,
To believe without hesitation – to agree, His gift of grace,
Is more marvelous than anything I’ve ever hoped to know.
His gift, His grace, His love… saved my soul from despair.
Because of Him, I am saved from every fear and doubt.
Because of His love, I know the way out…
The way through… the way to… life that is unending,
Life that is … just the beginning!