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people will often say one thing and then do another
they will tell falsehoods and untruths to each other
but no matter what was said or what you might have heard
the Lord Jesus Christ always keeps His word
take Jesus at His word, for it's always true
He will never lie nor try to mislead you
call on Him at any time, any day or any hour
He will see to your needs with His omnipotent power
if you trust in Him, believe in Him you will then receive
an anointing or a blessing in your time of need
take Him at His word, on it you can rely
be like that official whose son was about to die
the official went before Jesus and asked Him for a favor
Jesus told him that his son shall live because of his behavior
because My purpose for being here you have perceived
the mercy and grace of My Father you will then receive
let the Lord Jesus Christ help you through your times of stress
and if you only posses a mustard seed of faith to you He will bless
don't look for anything spectacular when from God you seek a sign
it's not a Broadway production,so keep that thought in mind
take Jesus at His word, on it you can depend
the New Testament is a testament written all about Him
it's the instructions that we need in order to live life right
it's the anointed word of God from the Kingdom of Light
and when ever God speaks, consider it done
for only His word will determine the final outcome
take Jesus at His word, it has resurrection power
it took away the raging fever from that boy at the seventh hour
take Jesus at His word and let it be your guiding force
for the anointed word of God is the ultimate power source
When Helen Keller was a child,
both deaf and blind, she acted wild
until her heart was helped to melt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
Sweet sights and sounds she knew not of.
She barely comprehended love.
In youth, a bad hand she’d been dealt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
A favored doll, dear Helen clutched,
yet things were nameless that she touched.
Words on her hand a teacher spelt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
One day the young girl’s whole world turned.
Her heart perceived the words she’d learned.
With joy thereafter Helen dwelt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
June 19, 2023
As imperfect humans, we judge perceived on what our eyes see
It's a mistake many of us make, and not based on a heart's purity.
A trait that shows we are prejudiced and biased against others
of different races and religious beliefs, of our sisters and brothers.
We were all created in the image and likeness of our Father, God.
To realize a person's value, we must look deeper than their facade,
but we label people by appearance without personal interaction.
Iniquitous of our subconscious to let outward looks be an attraction.
Were that all eyes were blind to a beautiful face or a muscular form
we would treat each other with a demeanor more pleasant and warm.
Too often we don't bother trying to learn what's in a person's heart
before our minds tell us, "I'm going to tear this unworthy one apart."
Shouldn't we look past a person's age, or unappealing physical features?
To hold that against them makes us small-minded, bigoted creatures.
We're guilty of doing a disservice to good people if we fail to perceive
what is undetectable to our eyes. First impressions often tend to deceive.
January 8, 2023
The Way We Look Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Forgiving another I'm quick to do,
if forgetting is not also required.
Their echos iterate in an old queue
of actions I, alone, may have inspired.
Forgiving myself for mistakes I've made
(thousands wait patiently to be absolved.)
Another's perception sometimes I'd trade
for I've become much too deeply involved.
I must let things go, erase from my mind
wrongs perceived as caused by others or self.
Not allow thoughts to roam until they find
paths of worry never placed on a shelf.
Rethinking actions: at best of no use.
Dawn's beauty signals a day newly born.
Time flies too quickly to burnish each bruise.
Love, after all, rescues worries I've worn.
January 11, 2023
for Sotto's "Revealing Your Soul and Other Tensions" Contest
Inspiration is her word of the day,
for she feels it now come the final sun ray.
She is weary from the sunshine hours,
but her mind is filled with subtly coloured flowers.
She writes sturdy, yet not so fast,
even though thoughts keep streaming past.
She fears she may not capture many a wonder,
but then again, she is certain her dreams will ponder.
So when she awakes to a new agenda,
she puts pen to paper to continue at her minds surrender.
The refreshed blues of her widened eyes perceived
the adventures of her sleeping state as something so greatly achieved.
Inspiration flows fluidly in connection with her soul
and she can say it has beautifully taken its toll.
For she is perpetually in anticipation
of continuing to paint with the colours of her happy imagination.
Lost in grief and sorrow
Wednesday's child found a way
To take what was given
And mold something funny to say
Laughter paved a smooth road
Sarcasm made them think
Is she happy, sad, angry
One thing for certain, she'll never sink
....to despair
Marriage came in like a whirlwind
Disappointment at every turn
But she took every moment to ponder
And sought out concepts she could learn
Growth was slow and methodical
With no idea where everything led
But she chose to stop fearing
And never more, give in to dread
...what could lie ahead
From barrenness to fruitful baskets
She offered them up to LOVE
She could never have believed
The ground would push her up in a ruthless shove
Up, up, up toward the light
The darkness left behind, underneath the soil
The years ahead would be difficult
Constant work, struggle and toil
...just to breathe
She learned to yield to LOVE
Fighting for the TRUTH still lying at His feet
One day, freedom came as she picked it up
And watched fear retreat
Into shadow, Deception fled
As TRUTH waited in her hand
She studied, utilized it in battle
And finally began to understand
...THE truth
All that was lost
All the grief, sorrow and pain
Is exactly where it was laid down
In LOVE...where there is no lack
.....................and everything is gain
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/11/2020
Note: Today is my oldest son's birthday...the day I went from barrenness to fruitfulness. Loss is process based, so is failure. Both are necessary for the wonderful process of growth. All that I have ever perceived as loss or failure, has been found in LOVE...which means, it was never there in the first place.
THE DEVIL DANCED AT MIDNIGHT
The devil danced at midnight
beneath a waning moon
with his minions before him,
twas a sight to make one swoon.
He pranced in jubilation,
then capered with a shout,
his arms flailed like a windmill
as his legions danced about.
He cursed the God of heaven,
the demon horde gave tongue.
He vowed to steal each mortal soul,
every single one.
But first a plan was needed
to carry out the deed,
some way to blind humanity
so no danger was perceived.
"Our appearance must be winsome,
our ways seem as a lark,
we mustn't ever let them know
our agenda is so dark."
"Let's make for them a holiday,
the best they've ever seen,
we'll give it to their children
and we'll call it Halloween."
"They'll dress as little goblins,
as pirates and as ghouls,
they'll have parties in their churches
and one at every school."
"They'll beg adults for candy
while they roam from street to street,
dressed as little monsters
as they shout out trick or treat."
"How can there be real devils
if it's just a game they play,
no one will believe in us,
that's how we'll win the day."
"We'll confuse these hapless mortals,
in God they'll have their doubts,
they'll all be dead and buried
ere they know what we're about."
"And if they die in mortal sin
well then my friends we've won,
they'll spend eternity with us,
every single one."
“In chaotic times the madness of the drifter mind
follows the footprints of the vagabond dreams”-
Quote by poet
The blue hills cascaded down the verdant slopes
in the rhythmic ripples of the tinted topography,
cradled the charisma of the humming hamlet
that once harbored my home and my dreams.
With the sliding shadow of the cotton cloud,
scaling the halcyon heights of the cerulean sky,
my gallivanting dreams soared up high afloat
with the colorful kites I loved to fly in the blue.
The sparkling stream flinging up the fluid pearls,
flowed with flamboyance with my roving reverie,
girdled my teenage landscape in embracing loops,
set in vagrant meanders of gliding garland of fancy.
The paper boats I made with the motif of my dreams,
drifted away in the current of the stream’s silver trail
to the distant dreamland destination unknown,
and on these I perceived my drifter fantasy sail.
The surging storm swept across my turbulent time,
the capsized boats sank, the snapped kites flew away.
I turned into wandering driftwood dislodged from root,
searching the itinerant mind for the vagabond dreams.
Angels are humanoids with bird- like wings.
Travel fast changing locations with swings.
They’re perceived as other worldly soul forms.
They guide and tell humans about His norms
They're messengers between God and mankind.
They discharge His orders that are defined.
They pull out negative power and heal.
We read about them with a lot of zeal
Angels reincarnate into cute girls.
Immaculate with pure hearts as white pearls
They carry legacy to grooms' houses
Connect the families as best spouses
They're the best managers and serve both ends.
Shower love and bliss with more dividends
They build lineage and family trees
Daughters! A family's real trustees
Why shouldn't beautiful truth be felt profoundly and seen clearly,
not as perceived in a mirror fogged up by imperfection and pretense?
What we fearfully hide from ourselves: is conspiuous pity!
We lie to embellish what is ugly and deceitful,
but the unpleasant feeling doesn't become evident
until we realize how untrue we have been to all!
So why create something that is rooted in lies,
when honesty can break the bond of hidden bitterness,
not to confound and deceive others with fake smiles?
Cleanse yourself of impurity, look for a guiding light
with anxious eyes and a rejoicing heart by loving godly;
and if more stars shine, why be afraid of a dark night?
Now the darkness has been lifted from your existence,
and hopes of finding joy never vanish when truth is upheld...
look into a mirrow not fogged up by imperfection and pretense!