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February 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 4-6
Key Verse – Joshua 4:14 On that day the LORD magnified Joshua in the sight of all Israel; and they feared him, as they feared Moses, all the days of his life.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY MAGNIFIER
Lord God, You are my Magnifier by Your righteous cleansing
Thank You for carrying me toward Your sanctification-blessing
For me to be prepared against corruption’s cursing
And to come to You for my holiness’ praising.
Lord God, You are my Magnifier by Your revival of covenant-fulfilling
Thank You for setting me midst Your will for my grace-filling
For me to be prodded against vanity-pulling
And to long for Your presence-refuelling.
Lord God, You are my Magnifier by Your constant commanding
Thank You for lifting me up to trust always Your ready providing
For me to be pressed against earthly encampment’s leading
And to pitch in Your ceaseless guiding.
Lord God, You are my Magnifier by Your mighty cowardice-melting
Thank You for sharpening me through Your faith-smelting
For me to be pressured against selfishness-corrupting
And to obey You while my life You’re perfecting.
Lord God, You are my Magnifier by Your transformation-involving
Thank You for rolling away the reproach of worldly grieving
For me to be protected against threats that evil is giving
And to worship You through the Spirit with His forgiving.
Lord God, You are my Magnifier by Your valiant pride-curtailing
Thank You for compassing me around Your love so unfailing
For me to be pushed against fatal transgression-falling
And to bear Your Gospel that affirms my calling.
Lord God, You are my Magnifier by Your Word that’s faith-propping
Thank You for charging me to serve You with Your divine helping
For me to be powered against earthly clapping
And to build upon Your foundation of truth-gripping.
February 27, 2023
May 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 25-27
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 25:8 But if thou wilt go, do it, be strong for the battle: God shall make thee fall before the enemy: for God hath power to help, and to cast down.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO HAS POWER TO HELP US
Praise be to God for having power to help us:
Proving to us His salvation-promise
Protecting us with His shielding power
Perfecting us along His Scriptural principles
Providing us along His satisfaction midst peace
Presenting to us His sanctifying presence in our prayer
2Chronicles 25:9 Praise be to the Lord for giving us
much more by His:
Redemption that saves us from nothingness
Refreshment that secures our nourishment
Revival that seals our spiritual nurture
Restoration that strengthens us now
Riches that settle our needs
2Chronicles 26:5 Praise be to the Saviour
for prospering us while we seek Him from:
Discouragement due to downfall, drought and distress
Denial toward His distinguished destined deliverance
Destruction through His direction
Despair by His decision-drive
Dearth to delightful days
2Chronicles 27:6 Praise be to the Almighty
for letting us prepare our ways before Him by His:
Mercy against our iniquities
Might against our incapacities
Measures against our inabilities
Miracles against our insecurities
Magnificence against our infirmities. Amen!
May 16, 2024
Flowers of snow float from high,
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about
The slopes, peaks and troughs, the valleys of green,
Covered with love from the sky,
Leaving animals, birds and trees in a placid pure peace,
And hidden by a clear dust of why
In this beautiful now, nature hears with an ear,
A sensitive quiet ear to restore,
All that’s been in every season leading till now,
All that’s been there before
This beautiful clean purge of the life in the hills,
The natural ebb with a flow,
Purifies all that nature can be,
Perfecting itself with some snow.
In Life’s old garden nations lived who all its fruits enjoyed,
While others longed in vain, while some the winter blasts destroyed;
Its trees are legion; some decay, While others flush with bloom,
And thousands still their birth await, Hid in the garden’s womb;
A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns,
Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden-tending pains.
Your robe is free from dust of home, Not yours such narrow ties,
That Yousuf you, who Canaan sweet, In every Egypt lies;
The qafila can never disperse You holdest the starting bells9
Nothing else is needed, if your will Your onward march impels.
You candle-tree! your wick-like root, Its top with flame illumes,
Your thought is fire, its very breath all future care consumes.
And you will suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline,
It is not the vessel which decides the potency of wine;
It is proved to all the world, from tales of Tartar conquerors,
The Kaaba brave defenders found in temple-worshippers.
In you relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar,
The new-born age is dark as night, And you its dim pole-star.
The Bulgars march! the fiend of war in fearful fury breathes;
The message comes: “Sleepers, awake! The Balkan cauldron seethes.”
You deem this a cause of grief,Your heart is mortified;
But no, your pride, your sacrifice, Thus, once again, are tried.
Beneath your foes if chargers neigh? Why tremble you in fright?
For never, never, shall their breath extinguish Heaven’s light.
Not yet have other nations seen what you are truly worth,
The realm of Being has need of you for perfecting this earth.
If anything yet keeps world alive, ‘It is yours impetuous zeal,
And you will rise its ruling star, And you will shape its weal.
This is no time for idle rest, Much yet remains undone;
The lamp of tawhid needs your touch to make it shame the sun!
You are like fragrance in the bud, Diffuse yourself: be free.
Perfume the garden breeze, and fill the earth with scent of you.
From dusty speck, do you increase to trackless desert-main.
From a faint breeze, a tempest grow, Become a hurricane!
Raise you, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame;
Enlighten you the groping world with dear Muhammad’s Name.
Even as a child, how I used to enjoy
A simple stroll through the woods
When innocent instincts ruled my heart
And ran after every call from the wild or bush,
Mesmerized by the warbling of the cuckoo and the thrush.
It was a time when every rainbow and every peacock feather
Ignited endless curiosity in me
And colored my imagination wild.
How with my friends, I ran to the beautiful seaside
Watching the wild waves’ fury and cooled by the kiss of spray
Feeling the sea foam and the sand under our bare feet
With what delirious joy we watched at night
A hundred fireflies dancing around
Wondering if they were stars, fallen from heaven.
Like the sweeping breeze, we ran over grassy slopes,
Looking for the bleating lamb
Singing in chorus, ‘Mary had a little lamb’
They were all spontaneous acts like breathing,
With no interest in gaining anything or impressing anybody
But just the simple signs of being alive,
And a way of burning the exuberant energy that overwhelmed us.
I was never called a poet or an artist then—
Not worried about rehearsing or perfecting my art.
I was just an observer, inhaling all the beauty
With a fluid spontaneity, characteristic of childhood
September 16 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 19-20
Key Verses– Matthew 20:28 Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR MINISTERING UNTO ME
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your divine healing
By Your salvation toward my soul redemption’s sealing
Indeed making me whole from sin-afflictive spoiling
For spiritual endeavour of gracious dealing.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your tender mercy
By Your correction against my laxity and complacency
Indeed disciplining me from indolence-persistency
For fruitful service of diligent fervency.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your ready assistance
By Your help despite my soul stubbornness and resistance
Indeed reaching out to me from transgression-distance
For sweet relationship of committed stance.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your gentle compassion
By Your love midst my apathy and transgression
Indeed forgiving me from complaint-reaction
For joyful worship of grateful satisfaction.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your good kindness
By Your righteousness over my arrogance and selfishness
Indeed perfecting me iniquity-barrenness
For Christ-like character of virtuous blessedness.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your cheerful care
By Your gladness along my need and welfare
Indeed brightening me gloominess-scare
For blissful disposition of mirth-filled share.
Thank You for ministering unto me with Your great comfort
By Your faithfulness beyond my grief and retort
Indeed encouraging me from frustration-resort
For revival-flamed commitment of praise-worthy report.
September 16, 2022
New York City is like a cobblestone symphony,
where jackhammers and footsteps form the rhythmic timpani,
sirens and honking taxis, are the cymbals, that provide sudden bursts of energy,
traffic’s hum could be the violins and pigeon squawk a chorus of industry.
The sounds of life never seem to stop because they echo around continually.
Fifth Ave is fashions seat and in every store we saw teenagers tweeting,
perfecting that perfect, offhanded pout to pair with their newest, elite treats.
Envisage a High-(snob)-society playground, a cathedral of style in concrete,
where high fashion brands compete, with glittering displays meant to tease and entreat.
Bergdorf's windows are a whimsical winter wonderland, without a single touch of green,
and Tiffany's underwater dreamscape, contends with Cartier’s minimalist sheen.
At night, the buzzy bars ignite, and laughter spills like sparkling champagne,
flanged martini glasses clink in chorus, to silly school year stories, and tipsy holiday refrains.
We all know that times like a ballet dancer, who pirouettes in increasing haste,
holidays don’t last forever, Yale’s not known for leisure and new terms must be faced.
But for now, we’ll steal kisses in Bryant Park, because we don’t have a second to waste.
One day
When we all thought Saturday was a depiction of the sky raining with birds..., singing..
Blue as the day comes with heat..., ready to call itself a sunny day
My loved one received a call...
Her father has just passed on
A phone call that changed the flavored air that was in the room that had bottled up oxygen made up from the amount of deep breaths taken by the thought of perfecting a goodbye
One day..., One of us...,will cover the cost of a funeral with more than just groceries and R200 airtime
My love...,
there could never be forever's here, So you will have to hang up..
God is on the other side of the speed dial
I have never lost a parent before..
All my life I have watched those who are near and dear to me trade a touch for memory
So Dear Mother
Before you pass on I will marry this woman
and together we will spread and stretch the branches of our arms to keep her warm
I will believe in rituals, I will believe in the forever part
I will believe in the story of two souls conjoined in one body...,
you will live in her eyes
Dear Father
our timeliness do not have eternity printed at the back of the book, so I am coming Home, the smell from a dish death prepared for us has made its way to my kitchen
The ingredients are of accepting life as a flash of the moment
I am hungry
Dear Mom and Dad
I will be a walking monument of the characteristics of your morals and values
before you pass on...
Please answer the phone
Dear Parents
I love you
A perfect creation of heavens world
A soul, being of such perfection is sane
Or we insane in membrane to think
That we are perfect without flaw
That our hearts we control until anger
Breath, exhale out the bad from inside
We clean the soul its anger persistence
We love cause we are love
Perfecting perfection, look deep within darkness
Life lives where there's light
In dark, you can only see pitch
It is not that evil lives within
But the soul fear smells of the unknown
The laud, as if we pat our own
We are no better than the other
No matter skin, it's unpurified heart we carry
That to which comes from the lips
Perfecting perfection, got to go deep to get in
Days we feel the screams, just smile
Life could always be worse or better
We strive as human race from existence
Don't eat from the tree or lust nakedness
But see a being for what they represent
Beware its portrait, not all it seems
It's a kind word, thank you for door
A good morning or good day makes difference
Be sure be yourself, good rules over evil
Just got be your choice you give
The vibe is what they feel energy
Down the road, lives could be changed
Cause you was perfecting perfection, a life you reflected imagery
October 11 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on John 17-18
Key Verse – John 17:3 And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ETERNAL LIFE GIVER
Lord God, You are my eternal life Giver along Your certainty
Thank You for manifesting to me Your goodness-bounty…
So loving are You in enclosing me around Your security
Surely, I believe You with all my heart’s sincerity.
Lord God, You are my eternal life Giver along Your grace
Thank You for upholding me upon Your redemption-brace…
So powerful are You in rescuing me against hell’s condemning case
Surely, I cling to You for my everlasting heavenly days.
Lord God, You are my eternal life Giver along Your mercy
Thank You for granting me Your forgiveness-clemency…
So holy are You in ransoming me with Your righteousness’ efficiency
Surely, I trust You with all my soul’s salvation-fervency.
Lord God, You are my eternal life Giver along Your might
Thank You for leading me with Your light…
So radiant are You in guiding me toward what’s true and right
Surely, I cleave to You every day and night.
Lord God, You are my eternal life Giver along Your victory
Thank You for shaping me toward Your perfecting glory…
So great are You in shielding me against sinfulness’ misery
Surely, I depend on You in declaring Your Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my eternal life Giver along Your deliverance
Thank You for freeing me from transgression’s penalty-endurance…
So authoritative are You in conquering my and arrogance and ignorance
Surely, I follow You by Your steadfast assurance.
Lord God, You are my eternal life Giver along Your promised hope daily
Thank You for propelling me to serve You willingly…
So inspiring are You in exhorting me to obey You blissfully
Surely, I obey You, praising You worshipfully.
October 11, 2023