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September 6 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 23-24
Key Verse – Ezekiel 23: 49 … And ye shall know that I am the Lord GOD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO AFFIRMS THAT HE IS THE LORD
God affirms that He is the Lord Who is against wickedness
Surely disciplining us of our rebelliousness
To mold our faith toward righteousness-firmness
Keeping us in His protective holiness.
God affirms that He is the Lord Who is against deeds that are filthy
Surely transforming us to become spiritually healthy
To develop our faith for longsuffering, divinely lengthy
Keeping us in His will, exalting Him---always worthy.
God affirms that He is the Lord Who is against profaning
Surely delivering us from spoils of sinning
To secure our faith toward reaching-outs’ opening
Keeping us in His righteousness always reigning.
God affirms that He is the Lord Who is against iniquities
Surely inviting us to repent while admitting our impurities
To uphold our faith from worldly vanities
Keeping us in His virtuous certainties.
God affirms that He is the Lord Who is against offenses
Surely guarding us from grief of disobedience-caused curses
To prop our faith toward servanthood deeds with divine forces
Keeping us in His standard to conquer perversion that displeases.
God affirms that He is the Lord Who is against transgressions
Surely forgiving us of our humble guilt-stricken confessions
To enlighten our faith along heavenly visions
Keeping us in His contentment-filled provisions.
God affirms that He is the Lord Who is against hypocrisy
Surely checking us of our motives with Scriptural decency
To drive our faith toward Bible-teachings’ fervency
Keeping us in His truth and in His mercy.
September 6, 2025
It all began with Adam and Eve and that wily snake!
Eve was tempted and ate the fruit - that was the first mistake!
Adam was right there at her side and took a generous bite as well.
"'Tis Thy fault, Lord! 'Twas the gal Thou gavest me!" he was quick to tell!
Thus the blame game and "it ain't my fault" stratagems began,
Causing consternation with each generation since the genesis of man!
We tend to blame everyone and everything for the problems we create,
Even blaming Burger King and Pizza Hut for being overweight!
Moms' and dads' and their wayward offspring without fail,
Blame society for their kids offenses and ending up in jail!
Dad blames his boss when he's passed over for promotion.
Could it be that he lacked ***** and on-the-job devotion?
Wily politicians blame the other party when things don't go right.
Voters blame the other feller for electing fools adding to our plight!
The President blames The Congress for not supporting his schemes.
The Congress blames The President for most everything it seems!
Ain't it time we stood up and took responsibility for our actions,
And stop blaming everyone and everything for our dumb infractions?
Lord, I pray that I be among the very first to bring about a halt,
To the finger pointing and proclaiming, "Well, it ain't my fault!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Catie Lindsey's "Outrageous Rhyme" Contest - October 2010
The forgiveness fix
It was about time I made that decision to voluntarily change in feelings
I eagerly wanted to fix my attitude regarding common offenses o these negative emotions I gave towards others
I uttered these words hoping for a fix, but little did I know I would begin by saying
“Please forgive me for my actions and what I have done to you”
Saying these words increased my ability to wish well to those I have offended
Psychologically my concept and virtue had no benefits in the beginning, but I had to explore my religious thoughts while aligning them with medication I was drinking
I had no expectation of restorative justice and no response from my offender
Social and political dimensions had me letting go of anger and the hurt I was feeling
This resentment was strictly private and religiously spared to help myself forgive first
I had this faculty of forgiveness which had its place in the public affairs
I was a philosopher believing that forgiveness liberates resources both individual and collection in the face of the irreparable
My forgiveness was used interchangeably interpreted in many ways with my culture
My forgiveness was a key component in communication and progression with my offender maintaining an antecedent of forgiveness in understanding
Poet
Masego Nkuna
O my (Eternal) God
I offer You all my prayers
Works
And sufferings
In union with the Sacred Heart of Fr. Christ
For the intentions for the intentions for which He pleads
And offers Himself in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass
In thanksgiving for your favors
In reparation for my offenses
And in humble supplication
For my temporal welfare
For the conversion of sinners
And for the relief of the poor souls in the purgatory
I wish to gain all indulgences
Attached to the prayers I will say
And works I will perform this day
Amen
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Typed: May 20, 2025
Time Typed 6:14pm
The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair
Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.
So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive
"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers
Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication
Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses
Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating
EarthTribe
indigenously sacred regenerations.
For the gift of verse, thank you Lord,
I'm grateful too for the endowments of rhyme;
These are apparatus of treasured worth
Given to a juvenile youth at so early a time,
Of a tender age of score and three
And as green as the leaves of a virgin tree.
Now, thank you Father for the blessing of greatness
And praise to you for the trappings of fame;
Glory to your omnipotence for the joys of name,
Hallowed be your name for the riddance of pettiness
And honour to you for benediction of sense;
All these I'll use for your laudation hence.
Many have tried these assets to nurture
And saints for them did pray,
But acquired not these invaluable tools;
I'm a sinner and I often forget to repent every day,
Yet these vitals have given me.
Let pride and conceit overtake me not
And let me thrush the iron while its hot;
Let me bake the dough of rhyme while its lithe
And to the Muses of renown pay my tithe.
Let me not compare my lines with anyone else's
But through practise better my art ;
Let me not commit the despicable offenses
Of praising my outstanding craft.
Whatever the words use I feel like I'm saying less;
Again, thank you for the effortless finesse
That you've freely given to one humble out of choice,
Or perhaps his pious parents long ago raised their voice
That upon their son you place this treasure;
And thus their prayers you've answered to the measure.
And when it envelopes the bliss of death,
When the blanket of cold shall suffocate my breath,
Remember my toils of verse and virtue,
And let in my soul be done a searching by you;
That I may qualify for life everlasting,
And among the angels I shall eternally sing.
And herebelow let not my poetry rot
When I join your seraphic lot;
Let generations upon generations to the end
Sing my verse till He come's that sinner's friend.
My heart is a secret garden
Where flora and fauna be.
The flowers in bloom, are present loves-
My wife and children; crowns and bouquets.
In other layers growing here
Are trees, mighty and strong.
These are my parents and those before
Whose seeds, formed all that I am.
The evergreens are faithful friends
Who through winter never fade.
Eternally growing, and full evermore
Bring cover and color galore.
The fruits in my garden were sown from laughter
So many types, my garden seeks after.
Bright and luscious, blessed and fulfilling
Through every season, bring sweetness to life.
There are animals, birds even insects too
That all play their part in my garden.
Hidden are roles and purposes here
But needed for balance and rhythm.
My secret to growing a richer garden
Is to guard my heart and fervently love.
Plant seeds of service and faithfully give
Let forgiveness thrive and offenses pass.
I am just a beating heart
red from the start and damned with a dream
a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam,
the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly,
I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody
a feather on fire for the fortune of creativity, for you, my vicious vitality,
Just a beating heart I am
bleached bright by the balm of calm kisses,
quickened by the kick of Passion's lick, thick on the senses,
I get fattened on fast lust, valves bulging, arteries divulging my truest wishes
drenched I am in cherry jam, as Love's current cracks the dam
the gush and rush, pooling plushly, a sweet span
learn to share I know I can,
Just a beating heart I am
wrenched by the warfare of savage offenses, demonic curses,
a pillar of flame in the face of Hate's hurricane, avenging abuses,
of lies and lynchings I have no use, with a Rebel beat I use no ruses,
for all I've done no sham excuses, totally loyal to my Divine Muses,
I have survived artful assassins and the gravest depressions, felt how anger bemuses,
of others' I have punctured and captured without desire to harm,
and I have been ruptured, fluttered and raptured by the sexiest charm,
I am a beating heart, like you,
wet and red, defying dread, blessed with you, Beauty full fed -
J.A.B.
How my own trespasses grip this weary heart
That deep pauses of meditation fill the quiet—
And I am reminded about One Love bestowed on me
Upon a Calvary of thorns , a death paying all sins
Linking me with a vow of resurrection.
Somehow I reach into an inner core … there,
A Lamb’s blood cleanses all self's offenses,
While a gentle presence drifts within
Like the stroke of Jesus’ unseen hands,
Flowing gleaming around towards me:
And I bow in humility, in renewed grace,
His whispers yearn ---‘ forgive them
for they do not know what they do---"
this spirit affirming His glory which imparts
in me a clear pursuit of earthly kindliness;
giving honor to myself, brethren, and the Lord.
…………
0/08/2019
For Chantelle Anne Cooke’s Rising of The Son Contest
Reference: Luke 23:34
So, it starts years ago, with protests in the streets
People allowed to lay on the road, block traffic
Then, start fires, attack police, as they’re told to stand down!
Criminals with 18+ offenses free to roam as they please
Thousands others were released from prisons by Obama
Illegal immigrants were allowed to surge into our country
All while violating laws, without consequence!
Now, we have a new president accused of obstruction
While Congresswoman Pelosi, obstructs congress
Withholding articles of impeachment, after the vote!
Hollywood actors and actresses are threatening our president
Even offering to accept money to assassinate him, take his head!
All of this without consequence!
We have the group ANTIFA attacking supporters at rallies
Assaulting people, spitting in their face, without consequence
Then, we have sanctuary cities protecting illegal immigrants
They don’t even allow ICE to do their job accordingly!
Instead, they release them onto our streets to be free,
With prior records of rape and murder!
Now, we have all these problems with Iran happening
But if you look back in time, Obama sent 1.7 billion dollars
He sent the money on pallets to Iran, funneled to terrorists!
All of this was without consequence, no accountability!
This is only touching upon part of what is happening
These are things happening in the United States!
We are losing law and order and without it we will fall!
Heidi Sands
1/7/20