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December 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 13-14
Key Verse – Revelation 14:13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LABOUR AND WORK REWARDER
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
asserting Your supreme authority
Thank You that You sustain me for my faith’s stability
With Your power over death’s infirmity…
Let me praise You with all my sincerity.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
affirming Your abundant grace
Thank You that You invite me to come to You without doubt’s trace
With Your leadership of eternal foundation-brace…
Let me honour You with my stewardship along Christian race.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
ascertaining Your revival fire
Thank You that You uphold me in my virtuous desire for which I aspire
With Your mercy and might that cannot retire…
Let me trust You along reliance You require.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
attesting Your loving fatherhood
Thank You that You keep me in Your redemption against religion’s falsehood
With Your precious seal for my sainthood…
Let me follow You as proof of my servanthood.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
accentuating Your perfect role
Thank You that You freed me from sinfulness-goal
With Your compassion toward eternal heavenly pole…
Let me worship You with all my being’s whole.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
acclaiming Your glorious presence
Thank You that You bless me along disciple’s license
With Your commandment’s incense…
Let me pray to You, beholding Your favour’s iridescense.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
articulating Your fruitful harvest
Thank You that You build me up for reaching-out zest
With Your commission toward ministerial crest…
Let me abide You and enjoy in Your fellowship’s nest.
December 26, 2023
Take my advice,
And don't let your spouse,
Think you can replace God in the scheme of things,
As you will have a hard time explaining,
That you have not been given the power,
To change the the way the universe works,
Make new rules that everyone else automatically must follow,
Or to carry messages, that keep changing, between your spouse,
And those who are expected to automatically agree, with all changes,
Because you are standing in for God,
And it does take some convincing for your spouse to accept,
That as you have not done enough to be nominated for sainthood,
You are ineligible for this role.
A Poets Duty
A sense of structure within a theme
Imagination likened to a dream
Tell a tale set the scene
From life experiences we wean
A tale full of wonderful words
Gelled in rhyme to suit the nurds
A free verse of considerable worth
Exploiting the value of earth
Stories that may be old or new
Containing details not so true
But gives the reader a sense
Of the writer’s thoughts condensed
A poet’s duty is immeasurable to their self
But scrutinized and judged off the shelf
Of published works penned by them
read by those who would condemn
If your words make you feel good
Gives you a feeling of maybe you could
Be heading down the track of knighthood
Or voted to a heavenly sainthood
October firmly sits
awaiting the imminent arrival
of Hallows Eve. It creeps
ever closer, and so too my ghosts.
Skeletons long packed away
play percussion solos with my coat hangers.
The closed door muffles its cacophony,
but soon others may notice the bus for freedom.
Pandora’s box has nothing on my closet!
Phantom images haunt my sleep.
Though once I worshiped you,
you never achieved sainthood
despite the ephemeral nature of your love.
Your corporeal tastes are definitely earthy,
even if we glimpsed Heaven.
Be gone, Damn Thoughts!
Drift away on the autumn zephyrs;
find another house to haunt
another marriage to taunt.
You are no longer welcome here.
The porch light is turned off;
the candy dish is empty.
Take your treats and
go trick someone else.
Join the parade of ghouls
trailing away down the street.
One more spectre won't be noticed
in the Halloween crowd, so
Take your memories, and
get the f**k out!
She was Joan of Arc, the very essence of bravery
who, from humble beginnings. made a place in history.
And, inspired by God, with strong and grand visions
was convinced of her calling, and went on her mission.
Joan left her small village, and went to assist
Charles VII, to help save France from England's grip.
So captivating was her zeal and charisma
that Joan soon was consulted for military wisdom.
She was sought to help lead the armies of France
with the battle of Orleans, there would be a chance
of success, thus achieved, in as little as nine days
which brought new hope, they gave Joan great praise.
Brave young Joan did not mind to travel to war
carrying banner, sword, and wore clothes that men wore.
The strength Joan displayed during battle and after
increased French morale, until she was captured.
The year, 1430, was spent in prison to await
a trial of heresy, where Joan attempted to escape.
But, alas, unsuccessful, to trial she did go
and was falsely accused, France did suffer a blow.
When, in 1431, like a martyr, Joan was burned at the stake
She did it for God and for country, her spirit did not break.
As the years passed, Joan of Arc was well honored
as the patron of France, and for sainthood, rewarded.
Joan of Arc's virtues, her honesty and simplicity
were remembered and revered throughout history.
From humble beginnings, and with God by her side
Joan of Arc left a legacy that can never be denied.
Written on 8/27/2015
August 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 51-52
Key Verse – Jeremiah 51:36 Therefore thus saith the LORD; Behold, I will plead thy cause…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CAUSE CHECKER
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You lead me to fight evil agitator
Thank You for healing my heart, wounded by deceit of carnal commentator
Along Your standards I adhere to as Your awed spectator
While You establish me to follow You, my life Director.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You confound me against falsehood
Thank You for redeeming my soul to grant me eternal biblical sainthood
Along Your rulership over my status, bearing believer’s priesthood
While You bless my inheritance and servanthood.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You fill me against vain emptiness
Thank You for guarding my faith from doubt’s destructiveness
Along Your Scriptures I cling to with steadfastness
While You wake me up from fruitlessness caused by slothfulness.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You correct me with Your authority
Thank You for binding my rebelliousness of fatal propensity
Along Your besieging divine tenacity
While You imprison me within Your loving security.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You uphold me with Your truth’s pillar
Thank You for keeping my devotion within Your compassion-bar
Along Your throne that carries me to victory in my holiness-war
While You strengthen me upon Your inviting prayer-altar.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You comfort me in my affliction
Thank You for pardoning my sins I confess toward my transformation
Along Your grace in Your pasture of sanctification
While You cleanse me from filthiness’ abomination.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You protect me, defeating my adversary
Thank You for seeking my welfare against misery
Along Your prevailing kindness and mercy
While You empower me to proclaim Your Gospel story.
August 2, 2023
I make my case for sainthood knowing all that I've done is no good.
My mortal coil feels it needs
spoiled can we perceive
I believe that it would.
I walked in the Valley of the dying while trying to watch those that fly high and deny that they're buying time
in their life that they deserved all strife
and sell themselves a bunch of discharge truth vile and rotting.
You think the all knowing always knowing always going the extra mile with all styles.
they pile up the acts of deficiency
how vile all the while you comprise the sins of the wise and utilize your human ties
to what truth?
They leave you and perceive you to be that which can never convince through Devine style.
Religious Abuse involves regarding one's opinions and understanding of God
as superior to others
Everyone else's group and theological persuasion are inferior to our own
Living up to the expectations of the organization is job one
I become less important as I am swallowed up into "The We"
God is on our side resulting in us being "The Enlightened ones"
Obsession with persuading others to believe like we believe is vital
Underneath the pulpit or behind the curtain, a different story unfolds
Sainthood, sanctuary, and soul satisfaction can never be achieved
Activity, attendance, and undivided attention are divine absolutes
Balanced bible teaching is a real cure for religious abuse
Understanding that God is not a hard task master is most liberating
Salvation must be centered in Christ, not men and ideologies
Escaping the grasp of religious abuse is a tall but necessary order
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This is not strength
This is recklessness
Dressed up as bravado
Illegally capturing a foreign leader
Is not a flex of moral authority
It is an admission
You have abandoned it
There are rules
Precisely because power
When unchecked
Curdles into impulse
To ignore them
Is not to rise above the law
But to confess contempt for it
You do not protect national interests
By kicking over the table
That keeps war from breaking out
Yes, the captured leader may be a criminal
That fact does not grant sainthood
To the captor
Criminals do not cancel each other out
Like math errors
When a president behaves
Like a lawless actor on the world stage
The distinction between justice and revenge collapses
What remains
Is a drunken stagger
Through geopolitics
Fueled by ego
And applause lines
This is how wars are lit
Not with ideology
But with arrogance
With the assumption
That consequences are for smaller nations
Smaller people
Smaller men
With the belief
That power excuses procedure
That might rewrites right
That escalation is someone else’s problem
It is the lazy violence
Of a leader
Too impatient for diplomacy
Too enamored with their own reflection
To consider fallout
Real leadership is restraint
It is boring
Procedural
Infuriatingly slow
And it saves lives
What we saw instead
Was the tantrum of authority
Unchallenged
A reminder
The most dangerous criminal
In any room
Is the one convinced
That the rules were written for everyone else
The poor, as though dogs abandoned by masters, suffered pain.
Hungry, thirsty, and sickly, they existed like rats in drought
The cognitive compass gone, they felt a drain on their brain.
You're blessed, Jesus said. With life-bread, he fed them throughout.
Like brim-filled vessels overflowing with sorrow and stress
Sadness and agony caused by the death of a dear one
Nostalgia of the past; worries of the future mess
Made many cry. He consoled them and said, God's will be done.
Cowards walk through the beaten paths. The courageous pave theirs.
Who does not face threats in their venture towards doing good?
You are a prophet. You cross all caste-color-creed frontiers.
Blessed are you amidst insults. You will attain sainthood.
In a world torn with confusion, Jesus sowed compassion.
For the sake of these blessed ones, he faced cross and passion.