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January 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 12-15
Key Verse– Genesis 12:7 And the LORD appeared unto Abram, and said, Unto thy seed will I give this land: and there builded he an altar unto the LORD, who appeared unto him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO APPEARS UNTO US BY FAITH
Praise be to God for appearing unto us by faith as we:
Believe His assertion and assurance
Build an altar unto Him with our affection and appreciation
Beseech His affirmation and approval
Beg for His acceptance along our arrogance-admission
Genesis 12:2 Praise be to the Lord for blessing us while we:
Depart from selfishness
Depend on His sustenance
Direct souls to the Saviour
Genesis 13:4 Praise be to Christ for letting us call on His name in our spiritual journey in:
Going up toward godliness from wickedness
Getting out from garbage of worldliness
Gearing through goodness against waywardness
Gaining grace-grants along work-worthiness
Genesis 14:20-22 Praise be to the most High Almighty:
Possessor of heaven and earth
Pursuer against sin-captivity and guilt-enclosure
Protector through His deliverance and rescue
Provider of goods and substance-riches
Pourer of satisfaction and contentment
Peace-giver along His mercy and truth
Purifier of hearts by His forgiveness and purging
Performer of perfection plan and program
Purpose-fulfiller with His salvation and redemption
Pardoner of transgressions and iniquity
Genesis 15:1 Praise be to the Saviour Who is also our Shield with His:
Vision for our expected gracious restoration
Vow of exceeding great reward
Virtue of excellent guiding righteousness
Victory along exposure of governing revival. Amen.
January 4, 2024
Sometimes the best way to love life is by speaking to others that make you smile and feel love!
As men we are given the task of being the pursuer, well this is not always the case.
What can a person say but think of a Snow White Dove!
Wanting a wife and children has now become a race.
We become tired of being rejected and placing on our mind and heart another burden.
I love you!
Focusing on becoming perfected is a burden.
It is true,
Seeing you smile has given me joy
When you are in pain I feel sad!
I am truthful even if my words sounds coy.
Not being there to prevent your pain makes me mad!
You cause my heart to beat!
I want and love you and even your cute stinky feet!
Life lover
Death mugger
Hope giver
Low sugar
Water chugger
Love lugger
Tree hugger
Silly bugger
Fun frolicker
Food fantasiser
Friend finder
Hug holder
Soft shouldered
Money shrugger
Deep diver
Divine dealer
Rift healer
Hate hater
Kindness creator
Destiny developer
Imperfect Father figure
Occasional tent rigger
Peace pursuer
Joy juggler
Plate wobbler
Poetry writer
Destiny thriver
Earth empowerer
Environment ambassador
Eden encourager
Evil eradicator
Snake stamper
Veganish validator
Animal appreciator
Wonderful wisdom warrior
Future fantasiser
Present meditator
Past appreciator
Sporty spectator
Not so bad geezer
Summertime sneezer
Bespectacled bungler
Kitchen surface scrubberer
Sad movie blubberer
Healthcare handler
Magic marveller
Movie meddler
Piano plonker
Canine craver
Book reveller
River walker
Christ carrier
Church changer
Cross celebrator
Deafness dabbler
Community keeper
Poverty challenger
Happiness harbinger
Justice instigator
Prayer purveyor
Holiness hailer
Jehovah jotter
Jesus jostler
Bible basher
Beautiful
Believer.
Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure,
or honor, cannot exist without sin. Desiderius Erasmus
I must begin by saying, "It is not always true that sin
consumes any pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor.
Not everyone's pursuit has identical motives;
Nor does the level of passion have to be tainted.
Indeed, narcissists are not the sole owners of noble pursuits.
Moreover, the impact of noble pursuits has peripheral benefits.
Indeed, there can be pure pleasure without immorality.
Certainly, there can be legitimate honor without selfishness.
Yes, wealth can be either earned or inherited without greed.
If the pursuer is pure, his passionate pursuit can also be.
Baritone · Bass · Cadenza
narrated by the Mezzo-soprano (The Meddler)
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The Tenor and the Alto are in discussions of there relationship the tenor is a bragger who wishes to have his companion pregant. She has a solution that wiull teach him not to brag!
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pursuer-distancer dynamic
Les Temps répussinaires
Dynamique poursuivant-distancié
Love Magnifico
Woman Extrodinario
love Ooh we!
Auh---ooh-ooh!
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---------------“All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts and made up of our thoughts. If a man speak or act with an evil thought, suffering follows him as
the wheel follows the hoof of the beast that draws the wagon.... If a man speak or act with a good
thought, happiness follows him like a shadow that never leaves him.”---------------------------------
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he shall do so if Shire shall donate 2 Hogs
2 Cows
20 chickens
1 barrel of wine
5 gallons of whiskey
2 Whores
5 Saddles
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Staple:Bore"& Bell
One must come to Him for salvation
The first thing that one must do is come to Christ for his salvation, no other person or thing can accomplish .-------------------------------
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Pancake Key
Devine love is not unconditional: but is recipacal:
fortune and fame are viewed as a blessing, not as a
random twist of fate
Neither of personal worth annd devine favor
for wealth to lead to complacency and hubri
that weath is not condemned but maybe a personal trap.
wealth and love are fine when pursued with ethical
integrity.
if flowers write about love storms
and the moon obeys the heart’s blaze
would you, O Dawn’s King
become my forever flame ~
the wild-blue fire,
finger-locking our besotted souls…
aching obsessively to taste
the sacred warmth
from the Asclepius arms
of Cephisesus’ spring river
ricocheting and reflecting
the burning desire we breathe…
and I listen ~ in amatory silence,
to your voiced whispers
the slow, soft velour laughter
as you caress my sky
with poetic phrases ~
igniting this ink to release
blooms spooned with fervent sighs
lines linear against
the hysterical history
of hurt without healing…
but if only the petals
floating and
frolicking in the wind
could empathize
with how my lips thirst
with flares of jealous heat ~
wanting desperately
to be the trembling skin
the only zephyr
that touches your smooth silk fever…
O pursuer of pressed passion
my reason to remain alive
relinquish into the orchard
of rooted, clandestine utopia,
where I savor the luscious liqueur
spilling from the titillating tips
of scribbled Shizuka ~
kiss me when the sun sleeps
feel me when the Venus stars awake
dress me in dancing darkness.
I will be the violet spark
to your electromagnetic light…
take me beyond time
eviscerate the
evil threads of illusion
unchain the steel of
our imprisoned pages,
let the words flow as one..
for my heartbeat now
is the sober mirror to your pulse
nevermore remembering
the final glimpse
of an irreversible ending…
** inspired by the artwork The birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli ~
If I am to be starved of equalised expression please ,I beg of thee, fead to me wolves who understand how slaughter pays fair. Predatory perception never sufficient upon the pray pack I reside rare.
Harvest season shoots its arrow upon harms way,
yet my hunger hunts no longer night or day.
Wolves shape feeding upon ewe of youth speech,
Yet my colouring deceiving as my colour not what I preach.
Black and grey as if beast of pray lurk,
Though my animalistic intention more towards pacifist clerk.
Food chain fabrication as inlier does breed,
But starvation required a prominent feed.
My skin unmatched to the race I am born true,
Fluff to coat armour though black found prey few.
Tantalisation deep denied at my root,
Violence propaganda fall short of persuit.
Memory reconcile with the fur coat now placed,
Upon my heritage brought my dark fur erased.
If I believe to be victim yet not desired by pursuer,
My mind entrapment of fear to viewer.
Perception relies upon feverish gaze,
Then how does my biology go against what she says.
A rivalry, a hunger, a striking desire,
Not founded by the publics best of hire.
My body a cage I am trapped upon mind,
Still not one of the foods hoped to be dined.
Famine follow through figure I reside,
Not a match between perception I fail to find.
Fire flown fury yield my deep despair,
The connection between my feed felt beyond repair.
Negation of whether my flesh is pristine fight,
Ethical decision upon if it is right.
Though my colour is of seductive to the fellows of famish,
The blood course through my veins believed destined to ravish.
Above the Blue Ridge hills
flights of stealth owl
glide in from the moon.
Strange how a jungle is never quiet
but these Tennessee woods
sleepwalk along moccasin paths
watched over by the velvet foliage
of dreaming tree.
Owls are the true eagles here,
they hunt the thriving flesh
and distain all that no longer trembles.
They do not scavenge
but scatter prey before them
hunting the huntable on sonic waves.
Sometimes on a summer night I leave a cabin
to walk among the owls and nightjars.
To sit silently listening to the rustle and scurry
of a timid pulse and the silent wings
of its pursuer.
Occasionally a deer is startled
by an incautious movement
sending it crashing through the dark brush.
I do not carry a gun here, but if I did
I would never break the silence of these woods
for the voices of the dead and the living
sing in the air as softly as stars do
when reflected in the eyes of hunting owls.
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I unlock the crystal frames
of these honest eyes,
to the sizzling sparks ~
the seraphic wings
of iridescent effulgence,
swirling and swaying in silence
between spaces of rising stars.
It’s a priceless adoration,
this soul’s cosmic compassion
surfing in sync with persistent passion,
in lyrics that Kundalini light illustrates
to the chakras of nameless existence,
where material mists
do not manipulate my faceless muse,
nor impress the magnetic rhythm
of flames entwined in faultless faith…
O phoenix sun ~ peace pursuer ~
my clarity verbalized in calm vowels,
I cradle the intuitive
activator of awakening,
an ambience of amplified auroras
alive and aroused by the hypnotic scent
of ivory roses,
blooming within inner conscience.
For you are the glass sky
that stirs my spirit in patience ~
unclothing the confusions
that cloud the
cerulean of my heart’s eden,
for love is a reborn feeling,
enlightening the weariness of breeze
to return like empathetic embers
amidst the
air flowing in blissful balminess…
Tonight, I b r e a t h e
the resurgent radiance
of everlasting agape,
hold the warmth
of relentless rippling romanticism,
as fingers quiver in quiescence,
as thoughts place their trust
in erasing erratic errors of ego,
that once blinded me from attaining
the divine affection
of desire draped in the formless
flowering lotus blaze,
listening as this ink release
the rhythmic runes of resistance,
engrossed in effervescence eternal,
to feel the
fuel of fragranced illumination…
So move through the pulse
of these metaphors
and alliterated verses,
melt into the unmetered mellifluence
of magical monologues,
so effortlessly,
whilst intoxicated by the stimulation
of deep awareness ~
O beloved dawn, I am the manifestation
of ineffable metamorphosis,
I speak in coherent reveries of peace,
wearing the tiara of truth,
crowned through
woven zephyrs of zestful trust,
as you now remain,
sculpted into these amorous veins
like an unreadable engraving,
a pristine presence;
heaven handwritten,
only my conscious sighs can render…
A glorious sunset in an opening
Never before seen. Miles from nowhere.
Dimming iridescent sunset.
The forest shines light to the East
Eyes can't adjust to the shadows of the West.
The light of the day led to this throne
Breaking trails though walls of green
Opening like a curtain revealing anew
Wanted to leave early but decided against
Opting for just one more moment of awe
Faced with uncertainty direction is known
Only because backwards was in hours ago
First steps are easy as the forest denses
Ruckus of movement echoes away and back
Lumbering clumsily full of strength
Sticks breaking, leaves brushing
Thorns sticking, bits of bark blinding
Blackness of night dimming. Steps weakening
Shins stopped by logs. Bruises throbbing
Straight lines becoming circles
Faint remnants of twilight rotate on horizon
Ducking under widow-makers blindly
The tree fogs hums rising
Deer huff sightless upon approach
The lonely wolf between here and home
Draws out a far-to-close harmonious note
What was that? A sound I didn't make
Stopped abruptly, heal to toe tipping
Heavy breaths echo from mouth to ear
Holding breath with throat rasping starting to crackle
Ears perked pinging the darkness.
Faint white noise increasing in volume
Sharp cracks penetrate the silence
It's coming right at me.
Fear races, body tenses
Bear on a charge with it's prey in sight
Heavy limbs breaking, small branches twanging
Thrashing closer as hairs raise on end
Skin of scalp tightens sloughing from the skull
Legs begin running before being told
The brain is still interpreting failing senses
Gnarly fangs of timber tearing at cloth and flesh
Anguish escapes with a primal face crunching growl
As crag hooks foot in a hand-less fall
Ears ringing as pain numbs in anticipation
Louder and louder the pursuer above crashes
Veering right past me
Another wayward traveler surging aimlessly
Thrashing the darkness as if being chased.
Trying to find his way home in the Dark.
In the Dark
9/11/17