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February 27 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 1-2
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 1:10 The LORD your God hath multiplied you, and, behold, ye are this day as the stars of heaven for multitude.
FAITH IN GOD WHO MULTIPLIES OUR BLESSINGS
God multiplies our blessings along His victory
With our faith established for His glory
Making us courageous against worry
To advance His kingdom-territory.
God multiplies our blessings along His truth’s voice
With our faith exhorted for Scriptural poise
Making us steadfast against worldliness-noise
To cleave to His grace with our wise choice.
God multiplies our blessings along His leading
With our faith strengthened through Bible reading
Making us study, while meditating midst prayer-pleading
To grow spiritually, nourished by His feeding.
God multiplies our blessings along His covenant
With our faith fortified by miracles He does grant
Making us satisfied as He meets our need and want
To stay thankful, but not remain stagnant or dormant.
God multiplies our blessings along His promises
With our faith fixed to Him as our understanding He raises
Making us assured against unbelief that oppresses
To share His grace with peace and mercy-forces.
God multiplies our blessings along His provision
With our faith driven toward His great commission
Making us zealous against failure-caused suppression
To wins souls by His compassion.
God multiplies our blessings along His nurturing care
With our faith settled in His loving welfare
Making us devoted to Him against deceitful stare
To esteem Him as His Gospel we share.
February 27, 2025
May 22 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 10-15
Key Verse – Psalm 10:16 The LORD is King for ever and ever…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY KING FOREVER
Lord God, You are my King forever,
guarding me from persecution
Thank You for blessing me with Your great provision…
Always gear me against adversities’ temptation
Please grip my soul from vanities’ destruction.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
grabbing me from sin-lurking places
Thank You for drawing me near Your purity that cleanses…
Always grant me help against wickedness’ curses
Please guide my steps from evil path that oppresses.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
girding me to flee from lustful enticement
Thank You for enabling me to fight carnal allurement…
Always greet me against worldly engagement
Please gain my heart with Your love for my genuine contentment.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
gushing at me midst Your imputed righteousness
Thank You for prevailing over me with Your goodness…
Always gauge me by Your merciful gentleness
Please galvanize my faith upon Your doctrines’ sturdiness.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
garnishing me by Your counselling beauty
Thank You for hearing me along my prayer-sincerity…
Always govern me through Your salvation’s joy throughout eternity
Please garb my devotion with Your grace-filled beauty.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
gladdening me through Your biblical understanding
Thank You for illumining me with instructions You keep on sending…
Always get me from fear and doubt’s anxious blinding
Please guarantee my spirit by Your redemption-peace constantly upholding.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
glowing at me with Your holiness’ light
Thank You for imparting to me Your of divine insight…
Always goad me to honour You along servanthood fruitful might
Please groom my service and ministerial involvement for Your glory’s delight.
May 22, 2023
(No Hope)
The alone...
oppresses me.
She settles inside of
the life she has stole,
leaving the shell of me,
as cold as stone.
Oblivion so close
I can feel it's low groan.
For my sadness and sin
you now make me atone.
I can't bear the weight
of the cost of your toll.
It presses me down,
my body left prone.
I try and I try
to escape my hellhole,
but scream as I might
no one will come.
My courage betrays me
and I'm chilled to the bone.
I fear deep inside me
I can never go home,
like leaves on a breeze
my hope has now flown.
The alone...
surrounds me.
She beckons me,
emptying my soul.
Her darkness engulfs me,
everything gone.
The nothing inside of me,
but dark seeds you have sewn.
The sorrow so thick
I can't breath on my own.
I wade through the mud
of memories you control.
My heart has withdrawn,
lost in the unknown.
Deeper and deeper
drowning in this hole,
I scratch at this pit
till my fingers are numb.
My story but a book
of indifferent monotone.
No escape can I find
from this perilous tome,
as my spirit lies dying
beneath this tombstone.
12/18/15
"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"
~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~
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There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts
Can you not see that I am free from you?
I am a black bird perched high in the treetops
You will hear my crowing and you may hate it
But my dear, you cannot take away my voice!
Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life,
You can abuse my freedom to find your glory
You may discard these words for your love of gods,
And in so doing you may simply ignore
All the cries that I so passionately utter
But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back
To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced
And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts
That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly
The crows will only grow louder when you turn away—
When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride
For my voice is a production sent from above
Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies!
And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever
Harmony and dissonance as one
The slaughterer came to the market
Dancing and wielding a matchet
He sang songs of sorrow;
And wrote rhymes for his victims of tomorrow.
He grabs lands at his will
There is nothing he cannot steal.
He has stolen people’s identities
In his quest to commit atrocities.
The slaughterer’s threat is real
With the devil he had struck a deal
To kill those who opposes him
For in his face we are all Gohim.
The slaughterer detests peace
With him the world is no longer at ease.
He spares not innocent children
And he blackmails his brethren.
The slaughterer swims and drinks
From the gruesome river of blood
Of women and children he had killed
In the face of the world’s hypocrisy.
The slaughterer in Tel-Aviv has gone mad
From the boarders of Jordan, Lebanon and Islamabad,
He longs to destroy those he stole their lands.
And return homes back to dust and sands.
The slaughterer’s cowardice is imminent
When he meets his match on the battle-field
He runs to his accomplice in the devil’s own land
For money and the tools of his crimes
And now that we know the slaughterer
That maims children and women at will
He calls us all anti-Semites;
A name he stole from those whom he now oppresses.
August 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Lamentations 1-5
Key Verse – Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPASSION TOWARD ME
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my misery
When I’m lonely, being pitiful and solitary
Feeling sorry as if enclosed around unbelief-treachery---
Here am I, seeking for Your love, full of victory.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my affliction
When I’m weak, murmuring over dissatisfaction
Feeling sick in battling against worldliness-temptation---
Here am I, begging for Your help and direction.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my bitterness
When I’m envious, magnifying scarcity’s emptiness
Feeling jealous about others’ resources’ bountifulness---
Here am I, trusting Your provisions of ready supply-goodness.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my discontentment
When I’m frustrated, losing heavenly excitement
Feeling worthless in wallowing into vanity-predicament---
Here am I, reaching out to Your kindness’ fulfillment.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my insecurity
When I’m fearful, trembling at faith-advancement opportunity
Feeling unable in moving forward, upward beyond any adversity---
Here am I, depending on Your strength’s great stability.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my arrogance
When I’m haughty, pursuing over earthly fame and abundance
Feeling self-sufficient in my accomplishment-driven endurance---
Here am I, surrendering to Your majesty of divine elegance and extravagance.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my distresses
When I’m dismayed, sinking deep into lamentation that oppresses
Feeling depressed in succumbing to discouraging discourses---
Here am I, praising Your name for forgiving my offenses.
August 6, 2022
August 6 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 42-44
Key Verse – Isaiah 42:8 I am the LORD: that is my name: and my glory will I not give to another, neither my praise to graven images.
HEART THAT ACKNOWLEDGES THE LORD AND HIS GLORY
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our misery
When we are lonely, being pitiful and solitary
Feeling sorry as if enclosed around unbelief-treachery---
Here we are, seeking for His love, full of victory.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our affliction
When we are weak, murmuring over dissatisfaction
Feeling sick in battling against worldliness-temptation---
Here we are, begging for His help and direction.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our bitterness
When we are envious, magnifying scarcity’s emptiness
Feeling jealous about others’ resources’ bountifulness---
Here we are, trusting His provisions of ready supply-goodness.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our discontentment
When we are frustrated, losing heavenly excitement
Feeling worthless in wallowing into vanity-predicament---
Here we are, reaching out to His kindness’ fulfillment.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our insecurity
When we are fearful, trembling at faith-advancement opportunity
Feeling unable in moving forward, upward beyond any adversity---
Here we are, depending on His strength’s great stability.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our arrogance
When we are haughty, pursuing over earthly fame and abundance
Feeling self-sufficient in our accomplishment-driven endurance---
Here we are, surrendering to His majesty of divine elegance and extravagance.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our distresses
When we are dismayed, sinking deep into lamentation that oppresses
Feeling depressed in succumbing to discouraging discourses---
Here we are, praising His name for forgiving our offenses.
August 6, 2026
September 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 16-17
Key Verse – Luke 16:15 And he said unto them, Ye are they which justify yourselves before men; but God knoweth your hearts: for that which is highly esteemed among men is abomination in the sight of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HEART’S SEARCHER
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your affirmation for my willingness
Thank You for disciplining my towering haughtiness
And for making me submissive, esteeming You with earnestness
So I won’t desire to be fed with vanity’s meaninglessness.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your enrichment for my endeavor
Thank You for cheering my heart discontentment-savor
And for making me prayerful through Your power’s fervor
So I won’t react as a loser to foes’ mockery of bitter flavor.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your calling for my diligence
Thank You for checking motives midst selfishness-resurgence
And for making me admit and repent from my work’s negligence
So I won’t fail in showing my faithful obedience.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your pardon for my trespasses
Thank You for increasing my faith to overcome attacking stresses-crises
And for making me persevere despite accusing guilt-curses
So I won’t stay unprofitable in frustration that oppresses.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your mercy for my vocation
Thank You for cleansing my soul with Your ready sanctification
And for making me grateful for Your unmerited compassion
So I won’t rob You of Your glory and honour’s exaltation.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your revelation for my reward
Thank You for preserving my life as I progress spiritually forward
And for making me zealous in Your entrusted ministry as Your steward
So I won’t be ashamed of my Christian testimony and be called a coward.
Lord God, You are my heart’s Searcher
according to Your leadership for my followership
Thank You for forgiving my sins I confess toward sincere worship
And for making me steadfast midst challenges in my discipleship
So I won’t lack fullness of Your blessed, blissful triumphant fellowship.
September 28, 2023
The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I stroke in Technicolor
Only to see it erased, again
It is no more real than the specters
haunting my thoughts.
Still I stumble around searching;
hues of hope hover out of reach
as these low-lying clouds
cast a pall-- blinding me to joy.
Perhaps, I'm trapped
in Tim Burton's sketch board;
these monoliths of grotesque
caricature evidence such.
At every turn there is a new one,
popping out of the mists.
Large, unmoving blocks of black granite
ring me like Stonehenge-- surrounded--
Leaving me wandering this maze of dark surrealism.
Glimpses of color reveal themselves
in the distance through the shroud,
ephemera teasing my senses.
Blow! benign zephyrs;
sweep away the haze
invading my peace.
Rescue me the confines
of my self-induced prison.
Let me walk in daylight, once again.
"Lord, grant Your divine healing..."
This is my spirit's plea
Now that I'm confronted with my Dad's groaning angst
While he writhes in pain, struggling to express himself
Here in the Intensive Care Unit which is his haven this Christmas season.
"Lord, your miraculous healing is needed..."
This is my soul's whining
Whenever I see my Dad's agonizing response
Toward seemingly endless needle pricks, catheter changes, suction insertions
As he strives, yet suffering, to seek relief.
"Lord, pour out your healing that's merciful..."
This is my constant prayer
Since my Dad's afflicting blood sugar count
Along unstable blood pressure rise
Oppresses him grievously midst laboured breathing.
"Lord, Your gracious healing* is besought..."
This is my humble cry
With faith in His power for my Dad's health-restoration
So as to recuperate from his stroke
Toward praise-filled thanksgiving and joyous homecoming.
*Luke 9:11 ... He (Jesus Christ) received them, and spake unto them of the kingdom of God, and healed them that had need of healing.
December 24, 2018
7th place, "LET 'ER RIP #2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless; judged on 12/29/2018.