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*Image of The Lord is My Shepherd by Our Daily Bread
My Shepherd Lord
*Line 1, 3x repeat scales; Larghetto/Largo 60 tempo.
**Line 2, AH AH AH AH Da Da Da Da Da
[ S L O W ] [FAST]
*The Lord, The Lord, The Lord, He is my She - perd,
(BASE) (TENOR) (CHOIR) (The Lord...)
(The Lord...)
**/ I / shall / not / want, /No/I/shall/not/want,
(CHOIR) [ S L O W ] [FAST]
*He makes, He make, He maketh me lie - down,
(He makes...)
(He makes...)
**In-green-pas-tures, In/gree/ner/pas/tures,
*He leads, He lead, He leadeth me be - sides,
(He leads...)
(He leads...)
**The-still-wa-ters, The/be/still/wa/ters,
He restored (BASE)
(CHOIR) restored my soul aplenty:
He holds my
my hands as He leads me:
In all paths
paths of His righteousness,
His namesake (CHOIR)
(CHOIR) beloved Christ.
Yes, I'd walk
walk through the valley,
Of shadow's
shadow's of death you see,
I fear not:
fear not for, thou art with me;
Thy rod, and
thy staff they comfort me.
He prepared
prepared a table ere me,
In face of
of all my enemies:
Anoints head
head with oil, and bless me,
My cup runneth o'er
o'er; exceedingly.
Goodness and
and mercy follow me,
The days of my
life: dwells with thee,
In the house of the Lord,
In the house of the Lord,
In the house of the Lord,
Forevermore.
2022 February 03
*1st Place*
Songs of Praise
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 March 01
In the fruutful forest filled with trees,
Where Ogham inspire thoughtful action,
And Runes symbolize possibilities,
You draw your creative, illustrated card.
What is on that card?
May the colors of the leaves brighten your path.
The yellow Sun nourishes your mind,
And the Moon awakens your insight.
Two Swords denote a choice,
But the wise Fool takes the Druidic journey.
Numbers convey results,
And the Cup runneth over.
Let the Totem Wolf guide your way in dreams.
May the cat provide grace.
The colors of the sky--celestial blue, royal purple, and pumpkin orange,
With fluffy, cottony white clouds,
Each moving above this sacred site,
A spiritual home embodied in the mind, in dreams, and in the tactile world.
Feel the Spiraling designs of the ancient Stones.
As your ancestors guide you,
And nature entices you,
Bringing you home from your journey,
With nature's solemn, green embrace.
So be it.
God gave me a beautiful, quiet, shy,
Thumbsucking,
And blanket carrying
Gentle child to raise.
Through every phrase
Of her life I did try
To give her everything I thought would
Apply
To get her by
In her life on the out side.
Lord, I taught her all about you.
I gave her lots of kisses, hugs, and above
All else unconditional love.
I really didn't want her to go.
I knew she didn't have a clue
To what was on the outside or the
Damage she would do.
The pain she put herself through
Not to mention her family who had to
Watch too.
Oh God! I prayed to you over the years
For you to give her the help she needed to
Get off the alcohol and drugs my baby
Was in so much pain.
I have the feeling she has already left me.
I want her to remain.
I believe in you!
I know what you can do!
Please, hear my plea
Fix her not just for me,
But for all her family.
I was waiting on a miracle which you do
Every day for those who don't believe in
You.
You don't have to tell me
It is plain to see
My baby is going to be
With thee.
It will be
Quite some time before I'll be
Able to see
Or feel her arms wrapped around me.
She was my gentle burning flame.
I blame
The devil
And especially man for all this evil.
I ask myself why didn't you think
Before you took that drink?
Why didn't you think
Before you took that drug?
Did you think?
This was a game?
You could of ceased while you had a voice
Before you had no choice
And the stuff took you over.
I'm trying yet, I can't help it my eyes
Runneth over
With tears that are falling like a steady rain
They fall until my body feels the drain.
I keep saying your name
Hoping you'll answer me
As a little more I die
On the inside.
I try
To think what went awry?
Why did she have to die?
I tell her through my tears
You are free
From all the pain.
God, this wasn't the answer I was looking for.
Yet, you know so much more than me
You took her to set her free
To give her dignity
Because what she couldn't do for
Herself God did. I see.
I ask through my tears
Please, let my daughter's ashes come
Home
To rest with me.
She'll never be alone.
She'll be at home
With the rest of her family
Where she should be.
~It's Only Through Jesus~
(Rhyme)
It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place
So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace
It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday
The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way
God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth,
He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands
God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land
It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand
It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually
Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense
The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all
Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense
Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see
It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
March.22.2015
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Amen!
Psalm 23:5 (KJV) 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
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I’ve been asked, in friendly modes,
Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty?
For me, I know – I’ll ever know…
My glass is half full – my cup runneth over,
Flowing gently, with blessings I can’t begin to name,
Blessings so abundant – they put my doubts to shame,
They cause my heart to abide in the center…
Of gratitude, gratefulness and thanks,
For all the wonders that He brings – with this liquid,
His anointing oil, flavored with grace
And stirring hope within me.
I’ve been asked, in heartfelt incredulity,
Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty?
I don’t have words for the music in my heart,
Music brought to life by the colors of His light,
The hues of soundless beauty, the hope
It grows and grows, like the liquid love – devotion,
So phantastic – I know it’s everlasting,
Rousing my dreams, my yearnings, my wishes,
So that, even though mysterious,
I know what it is to discover the blessings in giving,
Pieces of my spirit, fluid motions of insight,
Wisdom from the peace that flows softly inside of me.
I’ve been asked, in whispers from my past,
Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty?
And, my truth…
He has blessed my heart and soul with His anointing,
And as it flows over my hopes, my thoughts,
There is no doubting, His love is forever calming,
Coloring me in joy, melodies of His solace,
Preparing me for the struggles that will come,
Silencing all the doubts that linger on,
Creating, inside me, assurance that, whatever I face –
I have no reason to fear because I share in His grace,
I know the love that prepares the way,
I know the light that reflects the God we praise…
God, who is my reason for thanks, my promise,
Yes, my cup runneth over – I’m so thankful I know Him!
in the deepest recesses of my heart lies an innocent child
filled with fear full of despair, afraid of the mile
he's been lied to decieved and misguided
and his fears and emotions he does hide it
he fears the world in all its iniquities
and the challice runneth over since the days of antiquity
the stoic progeny whom lies in the depths of my soul can only relfect the darkness that lingers within
for he has been the incumbent occupant the disembodied scholar of sorrow entrapped in a landscape of sin
but as my heart grows darker the image of the child fades into perdition
and the holistic journey of life becomes insuperable as the psyche finds itself in a catankerous battle of subconscious submissions
the will of the inner child manifests his cries through the conscious corridors of the mind
and the release of emotions that hindered the heart flow like sweet nectar from a bottle of wine
we forgive others to forgive ourselves
so that the hinderance that was placed on our shoulders is now placed on the shelves
as the darkness of the heart is exposed to the light
the child that once feared the dark is no longer a creature of the night
for only the shepard calls to his sheep
one out of ninety nine the spotless the meek
redeemed is the child who suffers the path
saved is the soul who is warned of the wrath
THE LORD IS MY MUSE*
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The Lord is my muse; I shall not despair.
He giveth me inspiration; he leadeth me to magical waters.
He restoreth my creativity; he float-eth ideas in my mind, for poetry’s sake.
Although I write in the early morning hours and darkness of night, I will remain tireless; for thou art with me; thy energy and enthusiasm comfort me.
We traverse the night together, endlessly seeking the stars. Thou anointest me with metaphors, rhymes, and alliterations; my imagination runneth over.
Surely effortlessly flowing words shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will write in the house of His spirit forever.
*Note: This poem was written for a 2024 Poetry Soup contest in which entrants were to adapt Psalm 23 for writers. My intent, therefore, was not to plagiarize the Bible.
"A Spoonful of Sugar"
Upon waking
the green hangover
hangs low waiting
for the weeding
the alarm sounds
like thunder
the cats on the prowl
they’re hungry
the words
spill out of my mouth
like a spoonful of sugar
stirred into a deep cup
of strong black coffee
my cup runneth over
anything for a new world
me thinks the pen
not a play thing
swords are dealt
like cards through the keys
the mind reeling in the
fishes like words
flapping in dewdrops
like swimming in tears
the stories like leaves
miracles ever falling
like loaves multiplying
for the toasting
the story begins
like a bullet being loaded
into a chamber
the trigger pulled
the capsule swallowed
dispatches the chapters
into
another world
a new world
a new story
sentences for weeding
wild gardens nourished
all the murderous little darlings
seeded,
unfurling
unfolding
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent
Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced
With needing to be nurtured
Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her palms
A lost Christmas scarab lurid green beetle
Gripped Flora's taut forearm
Future she craved wavered toward steely necessity
Untitled as lucre of lake illusion luminous
Looming in her frontal lobe
Angel held urns runneth over, soma sportula pour
Treacle tips intoxicating as cherry kirsch
Accommodation on aileron
Conveyed from kookaburra sarcasm to city suzerain
Mirror tower monuments collide in clouds
Encourage worldwide rivalry
Flora's inclination for comfort drives acute delirium
Arid Arab cobalt coast melts cultures mosaic
Gamey gourmet, cutlery gleam
Her new wrist cuffed, convict of antique timepiece
Lost Duat archived exchange rate temporal
Khepra hands kissed henceforth
12th March 2023
Written for Contest: 'K' Word Challenge
Sponsor: Constance La France
My dog is my shadow, we shall now walk
He maketh me to play fetch in green pastures:
he leadeth me to sticks in still waters
He has toreth big holes
and keepeth me from the path with viciousness for his bone's sake
Yea, though we walk through the alley, it's so bad what you left, I
steer clear of people: for thou art with me, my dog and thy path leads right to me
I preparest a fable about you in the presence of mine enemies: to the point they in dread recoil when my pup runneth over
Pure, free goodness, my doggy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in this house with my friend forever