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August 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Hosea 1-5
Key Verse – Hosea 2:23 And I will sow her unto me in the earth; and I will have mercy upon her that had not obtained mercy; and I will say to them which were not my people, Thou art my people; and they shall say, Thou art my God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GIVER OF MERCY
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy through Your inspired Word
Thank You for saving my soul by the grace only You can afford
Along Your compassion that rescued me against hell’s eternal discord
Away from worldliness’ destruction and its fatal vanity sword.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy through Your response to my pleading
Thank You for cleansing my sins by Your forgiveness, always attending
Along Your love hedging me with Your upholding
Away from lewdness’ filthiness and its defiling ending.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy through Your mirth’s joyfulness
Thank You for bestowing my spirit with Your jewels of worthiness
Along Your light by Your comfort brings hopefulness
Away from deceit’s emptiness and its threat against faithfulness.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy through Your sacrifice
Thank You for satisfying my heart with Your blessings which suffice
Along Your truth that always edifies
Away from lying and its folly-price Your wisdom defies.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy through Your pardon for iniquity
Thank You for refining my virtues with Your holiness’ authority
Along Your Scriptures exposing Your supreme sovereignty
Away from backsliding and its worthless futility.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy through Your caring judgment
Thank You for rebuking my unbelief with my shallow commitment
Along Your reproof, correcting my discontentment
Away from pride and its downfall’s sentiment.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy through Your kindness-filled dealing
Thank You for sanctifying my personhood from vanity-spoiling
Along Your righteousness toward divine healing
Away from transgression-oppression and its terrible grueling.
August 19, 2023
Their spirits rest forever and without a stir
They spilled their blood on the field of honor
They charged into harms way when they got the command
Fought their heart out for a line in the sand
Brothers in arms united in a company
Fighting for our freedom which didn’t come free
They gave up their lives for the home of the brave
So enjoy your rights and let old glory wave
Show them respect for the medals they’ve earned
Realize the price of tyranny overturned
A folded flag is often only what remains
Let the pride of America swell in your veins
Thank them salute them be proud of them in each an every way
Remember the sacrifice of our military on this Memorial Day
So many people in this modern world lost souls testing our faith
pretending to have virtues locked inside a shell hallowed
Their moral rights have become so twisted with hidden lies
they have lost all values when it comes to highlighting the truth
trying to justify their own hidden weakness
The false appearance of love and caring has a deluded vision
creatures of habit attack religious beliefs
creating division condemning them unholy
characterised by delusional ideas of judgement
falling down tortured by sin craving attention
There is a price to be paid one way or the other
blindsided by the deceiver they are the tool
Destroying principles believing something that is untrue
misery always loves company punishing the good
wickedness has no mercy when it comes to the suffering innocent
The price of such a shame will come with chaos and discomfort
in the end we all know who wins
So You're Running to be President
By Franklin Price
6/29/2015
So you're running to be President
I'm here to cast my vote
I'm just one single person
Not anyone of note
I'm the one you should consider
I'm every woman every man
Who's old enough to help you
Or to throw you in the can
You're not so high and mighty
Put your pants on just like me
Want be in charge of freedom
And freedom isn't free
Many died to keep us here
The choice of freedoms are our own
As long as we obey the laws
We should all be left alone
Don't tell me how to live my life
That is not for you to say
Yours is to protect and represent me
You'll swear to do that every day
As President you won't be king
Was never meant to be
You're put there to administrate
A better life for you and me
If that's not on your agenda
You will not get my vote
You will not be the President
Not wear the top hat and the coat
Oh, you know how it is, you’re at that age,
you’ve lived your life, turned most every page.
You bump into someone you knew in school,
reminisce about so and so, trying not to be cruel.
Each record you hear is a memory past,
you find yourself saying ‘wow that’s gone fast!’
You’re constantly saying ‘hey remember when
we did this and that’ only to repeat it again.
You remember with ease those days long gone
but last week? Well whose bothered? Do you really belong?
You look in the mirror, it’s a different face,
in an alternate time, in an alternate place.
Then you’re off again with ‘it was better back then’,
but you know you were lucky. You’d live it again.
And the young ones, hey they just pass you by
you know perfectly well the reason why!
You did the same in your youth. You ignored
the one generation who may have sacrificed.
So, let’s reminisce. It’s well worth the price.
she never threw anything out
the driveway is filled
clothes hang on racks
hers on the left,
a few of his on the right
tables of her shoes
kitchenware, pots, pans
knickknacks, tchachka’s
souvenirs from long ago trips
some of the furniture
will go..there’s no need
for all of it now
the most valuable,
jewelry, some paintings
are in the garage
the money isn’t important
at this point
it doesn’t matter….
how can he put a price
on what’s been taken
his memories aren’t of
a particular dress or
pair of earrings she wore
he won’t look at a painting
or photograph of a trip
and think of her
he misses her smile,
the touch of her hand on his face
the look in her eyes,
how she curled up inside him
in bed at night, stealing his warmth
… when she spoke his name
“Wrong will be right when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrow will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
– Mr. Beaver (The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe)
THE LION OF JUDAH
Majestic mane - wind pets the fur
where no earthling can stroke.
His roar like thunder-blast, no purr -
sacrificed lamb awoke.
Lion couches in paradise -
Fierce and fearless; revered
His life for ours - the purchase price.
Christ rose…and interfered
with mock-lion - serpent unmasked.
Judah’s great paw strikes head
of the venomous snake, as tasked.
Man born, reborn…sin’s dead.
Terror to ears, frenzy of brain -
fearsome to all mortals.
Pleasing to His; drives lost insane.
Each to his own portals.
In end, all will bow at His throne
by roar of His sceptre -
Jesus Christ’s name, no greater known.
His chosen Bride - He rewards her.
3/24/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I grew up in Ohio but have spent most of my life in Florida
where I am now 73 years old…
and having just spent the winter in North Carolina I have a theory:
We age differently in the cold.
When it comes to winter in the mountains I can put all vestiges of age on hold
because here my 73 years of age…is concealed by the cold.
Take the fact that as I’ve aged my ears have continue growing…
and I have much less hair than I did the day I wed…
but in the winter in the mountains…all those flaws are covered
by the stocking caps or hoods upon my head.
After 73 years…my face…by wrinkles have been attacked
but in the winter in the mountains…they disappear…
the snow fills in the cracks.
At 73 when I get up or move my bones might pop or creak…with every step I take.
but in the winter in the mountains the crunch of the snow beneath my feet
muffles any noises my bones will tend to make.
At 73 I have a tendency to trip…I’m no longer that young, spry, agile sprinter…
but slipping and sliding on the snow…why that’s just part of winter.
In conclusion…this is not scientific…just an observation from a 73 year old
This is the main reason I believe we age differently in the cold:
In winter…in the snow and cold… I feel less like an old geezer
and more like a sirloin steak that’s been stored inside the freezer…
The cold temperatures help to stop the aging process..
and when I’m thawed out as the warmth of spring returns…
the only sign I’ve aged at all…is a little freezer burn…
If my theory is correct…as each year I grow older and turn another page
a little winter freezer burn is a small price to pay
to knock a few months off my age.
In this world of doubters and no hopers
it begins to effect you to be negative
making yourself to doubt everything
thinking you've been put on sedative
But when you discover real faith
grasping truth of God with firm hold
possibilities become real and true
you watch life begin to unfold
From that time you bow to God's will
making Him Lord to be in control
leading and guiding your every step
having given His son for your soul
Your soul is saved to all eternity
Jesus paid the price at Calvary's cross
there He took your sin as His own
now you're free He took your loss
So the impossible has been possible
you've received God's blessed salvation
He put your sin on Christ His son
now freely pardoned in redemption
This is available to all who believe
trusting God that this can be
when you believe on His word
impossible is possible you do agree!
Live out these days as a disciple
these three momentous life-changing days
here you've become one of Jesus's followers
at first, life was a joy following His way
But this Jesus had a price to pay
you began to wonder what's it all about
this your saviour arrested facing death
devastation filled your mind to even doubt
Before the mock trial of all trials
the Jews wanted this Jesus to die
even to the point of Barabbas being free
in all of this, your heart could only cry
In hiding, we all did go in fear
then women came to say Jesus is alive
Could this be true? We say, surely not!
so Peter and John went to see if clear
It was now, gospel news all around
Jesus had indeed risen from the dead
then He met us there in His real body
proving to one and all as the living bread
Looking back on these three amazing days
God proving His authority and divinity
I'm honoured to be called Jesus disciple
living for my Lord in His spiritual symphony