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September 29 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 4-5
Key Verse– Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SETTING ME FREE
Thank You for setting me free thru Your divine liberty
From hell’s sin-penalty
As you already saved my soul with Your eternal security
Toward heavenly kingdom-advancement’s prosperity.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your gracious goodness
From transgressions’ iniquity-destructiveness
As You already ushered my heart with Your redemptive forgiveness
Toward available transformation-sanctification’s steadfastness.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your holy satisfaction
From carnality’s lustfulness-distraction
As You already settled my contentment with Your perfect provision
Toward righteous pursuit-aims’ realization.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your sovereign leadership
From pride’s arrogance-headship
As You already quickened my spirit with Your transformative relationship
Toward faithful service-stewardship’s worship.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your wise guidance
From foolishness’ doubt-ignorance
As You already extricated my mind with Your biblical assurance
Toward truthful testimony-proclamation’s vigilance.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your purposive commitment
From vanity’s entanglement-entrapment
As You already focused my devotion with Your merciful endearment
Toward joyful dedication-consecration’s fulfillment.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your great working
From earthliness’ profit-seeking
As You already wrote my name with Your permanent marking
Toward everlasting investment-gain making.
September 29, 2022
You pay BLM...DOJ?
A Garland like a serpent over the
Ten Commandments-Followers
and over the Constitution.
You keep doing what you accuse
Trump of doing, then let your Media Priests preach.
Then you use Google to snatch descent
out of the air.
Brought to you by Pfizer and the Lord of the Air.
You let rapists and murderers go.
But if you peacefully protest or pray for the
defenseless, you face up to 11 years in prison.
Why don't you be honest and lay it on the line?
You serve Satan.
Just as John The Baptist paved the way for Christ,
as His forerunner.
You are paving the way for the Anti-Christ,
the persecution has begun,
RFID-BIO chip on it's way.
You build your walls
Let me build halls
From mansion White
Down to the stalls
Where poor souls dwell
One step from hell
Who're tossed about
From trough to swell
You build your walls
Let me build halls
Where echoes dance
as freedom's calls
Where blessings flow
for ALL to know
That what we preach
our actions show
You build your walls
Let me build halls
Where hearts embrace
Without the brawls
Where all can feel
how love can heal
And what is shared
is warmth, a meal
You build your wall
It's sure to fall
Then we can meet
In Love's Grand Hall
Eileen Manassian Ghali
What a terrible passage here conveyed
showing how wicked is the human heart
allowing sin to overtake that person
leading them in Satan's hand in no small part
This is seen in the person of Judas Iscariot
a disciple that betrayed his master
one that made a profession of faith
his heart condition was a real disaster
Judas had privileges beyond many
a chosen apostle, companion of Christ
heard Jesus preach, witnessed his miracles
yet his heart unchanged, even by the sacrifice
For he indeed heard the gospel message
that repent from sin, that God would forgive
but he had a darling sin he'd not let go
money was his god for it he loved to live
Jesus words 'one of you shall betray me'
makes one ponder for no disciple spoke
the blackest page in the scriptures
for here shows Judas heart never broke
Let us observe these sober verses
to only be of a sound heart conversion
search me Lord and test my heart
that we truly not fall into desertion
(' When it was evening, he reclined at table with the twelve. And as they were eating, he said, “Truly, I say to you, one of you will betray me.” And they were very sorrowful and began to say to him one after another, “Is it I, Lord?” He answered, “He who has dipped his hand in the dish with me will betray me. The Son of Man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.” Judas, who would betray him, answered, “Is it I, Rabbi?” He said to him, “You have said so.”)
Matthew 26:20-25 (ESV)
The heart of man is often ruled by pride
For greedy aspirations never cease.
Yet love would wish to be life's constant guide
And wisdom preach the ways to lasting peace.
You seek to own a wealth beyond compare
And think your worldy cravings rule supreme.
Take heed for life's possessions can ensnare
Release your heart, pursue a greater dream.
Hold my hand and watch a golden sunrise,
And gaze in awe on starry summer nights.
Harmonize with nature, let the blue skies
Reflect a warm embrace of shared delights.
Pursue your quest for riches carefully.
For where your treasure lies, your heart will be.
03/12/18
Written to the tune of 'colour of the wind'
'Colour of my heart poetry contest' : sponsored by John Hamilton
Strand Select E Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Blank page syndrome
feels like full page longing
to be done with some work project
that will not slowly grow worthy
of my time
and certainly no captivated reader.
I feel victimized,
tortured, actually,
by blank page syndrome
Where I want to feel some opening
and rewarding opportunity
and not dull risk
of further unnoticed failure
to richly
and wisely communicate
warm and wild communion.
My blank pages
demand content
spilled across blue horizontal lines
with a red left side vertical
boundary demarcation
Remarking where orderly thought correctly begins
to unfold top left
unfurling cause effectively
sequentially
toward right bottom
Yet Left dominance
overpowers Right feelings prominent
circling and recycling
whirling and spinning
spiraling out of win/win control
re-membering risks
of nontransparent failure
falling brawly short
of both peaceful Truth
and vulnerable Beauty.
Yet a bleakly black blank canvas
with no red
or blue bicameral communion rules
or tools
feels most frightening
intimidating of all
unbalanced
anthro-privileged
vaporous calls
My
"I can't draw,
or sketch,
or paint,
or write,
or sing,
or dance,
or speak out woke"
Can't preach
or teach inside voices
ignoring outside echoing choices
to evoke
childish dreams,
daydream schemes
to become Earth's greatest love
of blank paged warm regard
for how we flew
and walked
and swam
and grew to Here embodied
meets Now compassioned mind
Greatest
deepest
widest
trusted EarthBeauty
dipolar co-arising
all scared yet sacred Time's unfolding
Win/Win regenerative
peaks and valley sand
defining ecstatic
aesthetic lines
refining intimate circling spaces
etched throughout
neuro-systemic elegant
regenerational potential
for healthier lands
Not not synergetic journeys
deeply and widely
back and forth
out and inside
polyculturing communion
While staring at this straight lined
and otherwise white privileged
square-cut manufactured page
Holding my green health hope
and content contented circling pen
praying for worthy expiring
inspiration.
Just because we can’t concur
Doesn’t mean we can’t confer
Yes, the world is in a mess
But that don’t make me Rudolph Hess
They state that soon in every street
There’ll be the stomp of booted feet
And yet the misinformed will tweet
“It’s our new world so don’t you bleat.”
It’s, “If you don’t agree with me,
You’ll get such bad publicity
No radio and no TV
We’ll cancel you Immediately.”
Fresh from school their mind is made
Opinions held shall not be swayed
New rules on a whim and prayer
And we must all be there… or square
Has the world gone truly mad?
Half of it is Leningrad
A fellow with a hasselblad
Takes candid shots of next doors dad
He bought a shiny new Suzuki
Seemingly that makes him kooky
He, perhaps I should remind ya…
Should have bought that car from China
In Britain, Lefties won the day
To many people’s great dismay
Still the left are in a lather
Each, a budding Che Guevara
Lenin’s in my sitting room,
And Stalin’s got a brand new broom
While right outside is Kim Jong Un
And Mao Zedong will be here soon
It’s, “I don’t like your point of view
I’ve got a slug of lead for you,”
We’ll tell the paparazzi too
That you’re a nazi in plain view
It’s, “I am neither he nor she…
So don’t you try to label me
Leave that oil beneath the sea
Just bring some from the UAE.”
They preach about reducing bills
With all those very still windmills
“And from the Sun,” they shout out loud
While disregarding thick black cloud
The gullible will state their case,
“We’re gonna save the human race,
Our climate’s gonna make us fry
You must not fly or we will die.”
Some spread the wealth by looting stores
Then drive home in their four by fours
But then some respite; sadly, brief
It’s summer… They’re in Tenerife
Justice doesn't come easily on earth,
You have to fight it and stand by its treats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
Enforcement of a right does not mind birth,
Either upper or lower class, law cheats!
Justice doesn't come easily on earth.
Only in heaven as believed, unearth;
True justice justly, where no bias competes-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
There, there is rigid justice before mirth:
For all sort worthy, are paradise feats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth,
For class manipulates law- preach rebirth,
To learn its way through cool forceful retreats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
On earth, an appeal is like a childbirth:
Pushing through emotion suffers defeats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
Preach the cross, preach the cross
Preach Jesus crucified
Don't water down the word of God
And behind the pulpit hide.
Preach Jesus Christ Him crucified
The Spirit and the blood
Stop preaching another gospel
It won't do any good.
The church is promoting sin today
From the pulpit to the pew
Preach the message of the cross
Nothing else will do.
Preach the cross wake up the church
Show the error of its ways
Preach Jesus Christ Him crucified
We are living in last days.
So stand upon the word of God
And preach with godly fear
For the message of the cross today
This world it needs to hear.
Proud to be an American
I live free, in mind and in speech.
Though the horrendous move is on!
The PC police endlessly march, preach and screech.
To forever quiet any Patriot down!
With false accusations that run,as a huge dam overflowing,
Hoping each Patriot is drowning.
Fear has no room in the land of the free.
Where good people receive less honor than a tree!
Playing a victim is a game played, ever so hopelessly.
To gain both honor and fame?
My oh my, it's a sad, losing, lamest of games.
We are not changing our history,
Nor textbooks....the truth is clear.
Those morons who want the Columbus statue replaced
by Chef-Boy-Ardee?
Sorry, but you need a big kick in the rear.with the loudest of cheers.
July 4, 2020
8pm PST