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Inspirational Sentence Prayers
O My Heavenly Father How
Mu Weary Spirit Truly Longs
To Be In Your Awesome
Presence!
A-MEN
O Precious Guardian Of My
Soul, In A World Filled
With Hatred And War, Please
Don't Let My Faith or Love Grow
Cold!
A-MEN
O Precious Redeemer, Thank you For
Turning My Spiritual Darkness
Into A Shining Candlelight!
A-MEN
O Christ, Wherever And Whenever
Our Calling May Be, Help Us
To Faithfully Serve You As
Guardians Of Your Holy Gospel!
A-MEN
O Lord Jesus, Wherever *
There Are Homeless And Hungry
People, Help Us To Provide Decent
Shelter, Clothing, Shoes And Food.
A-MEN
Words Clothing and Shoes added on
Feb 16, 2026
O Sweet Gentle Jesus So Very
Meek And Mild, Thank You For
Letting Me Be Your Child!
A-MEN
O We Can Come To No More
Harm, Christ Jesus, Resting
Securely In Your Everlasting
Arms!
A-MEN
O Christ, Please Help Us To *
Have A Daily Walk In Faith
By Learning To Love Both You
And Our Neighbors As Ourselves!
A-MEN
*Formatting change on
last line.
O Christ If I Learn To Believe
And Trust In You, I Can Only
Succeed In Life!
A-MEN
by Roxanne Dubarry
January 15, 1988
My New Year's Resolution
My New Year's Resolution,
dear reader, is very simple and
true! Through this small booklet
of mine, may you come to love
the Lord Jesus Christ as He
really loves you!
Love
Roxanne Dubarry
January 15, 1988
Goodbye for now, our dear friends,
let your Candlesticks burn
brightly 'til we meet again!
The mystery began in
Stoneridge Manor's damp,
decaying mold,
Where a dust- covered music
box sat, centuries old.
Its silver crank turned on its
own with a ghostly, rhythmic
chime,
Plucking a haunting melody
that fractured space and
time.
In a flash of blinding light, the
antique vanished clean away,
Leaving only scorch marks
where it once securely lay.
For decades, the box
traveled through the ages
like a ghost,
Appearing to historical
figures when they needed
guidance most.
It materialized in Victorian
London, then a jazz- age
cabaret,
Before slipping forward into
a neon- lit future, miles away.
Each sudden jump left
historians baffled by the
physical trace,
Of a modern metal object
frozen out of time and place.
The confounding riddle was
finally solved by a curious
engineer,
Who tracked the box's
chronicles frequency until the
truth was clear.
Hidden inside the velvet
lining, behind a false steel
plate,
Sat a complex microscopic
clockwork that dictated its
fate.
The mansion's original
clockmaker had built a
temporal gear,
Programmed to loop his
favorite song through every
passing year.
By jamming the master dial
with a slender silver pin,
The investigator locked the
gears, trapping the magic
within.
Who would have known,
that such beautiful flowers,
could grow from a place of darkness?
Yet these flowers sprouted out of your pain and suffering.
I walk breathlessly through your garden,
inhaling the heady aroma.
I listen to words spoken,
feeling the gentle touch tickle my ears.
When I see the color of your dreams,
my heart celebrates your magnificence.
My rejuvinated spirit rises with your scent,
Still I am securely tethered by your roots.
You cradle me in delicate petals,
giving security to my soul.
I lay down upon your soil,
listening to your flowers whispering.
Your moisture,
soaks into my skin.
Your essence lives within my pores.
There is a rhythm,
for you are organic,
ever changing,
subtle and bold.
You are both serene and demanding!
I am constantly surprised,
as you transform before my eyes.
You are my oasis of softness.
You are my place of comfort and renewal.
The rebirth of my joy,
a safe haven beyond life's storms.
Yours is a magical Garden,
blooming in all seasons.
I will tend to your garden,
removing the weeds,
watering and nurturing your seeds.
Let me luxuriate in your soil,
for I long to be your source of light.
Let me filter through your atmosphere.
For should I live a million years
Not once would I ever wish,
to leave your garden.
Dedicated to my Sweetie
June 14 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 7
Key Verse – Proverbs 7:2-3 Keep my commandments, and live; and my law as the apple of thine eye. Bind them upon thy fingers, write them upon the table of thine heart.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BINDING ME WITH YOUR LAW
Thank You for binding me with Your law’s commandments
Along Your love’s caring accomplishments
That I may esteem Your favour in all my divine involvements
Sincerely glorifying You in my engagements.
Thank You for binding me with Your law’s wisdom
Along Your truths about Your kingdom
That I may seek Your will with spiritual freedom
Surely pleasing You while overcoming boredom.
Thank You for binding me with Your law’s direction
Along Your guidance through Your instruction
That I may follow Your ways with devotion
Steadfastly magnifying You midst praise-filled jubilation.
Thank You for binding me with Your law’s standard
Along Your principles in moving spiritually upward
That I may value Your entrusted ministry with due regard
Soberly offering to You midst trials so hard.
Thank You for binding me with Your law’s righteousness
Along Your holiness for my uprightness
That I may labour in Your work with willingness
Strongly depending on You for my diligence-goodness.
Thank You for binding me with Your law’s record
Along Your inerrancy as my Saviour and Lord
That I may trust Your Word, the Spirit’s sword
Securely living for You along faith-ford.
June 14, 2022
*KT*
"I love you Sam", is what she says to me.
Do her actions say the same?
I know she belongs to another,
but I want her just the same.
I get lost, become transfixed
from the beauty in her eyes.
That is why I tried for that first kiss
you pulled back to my surprise.
Now here we are taking loves chances.
After so much time apart,
your memory never faded
I've kept it away safely
to precious for my heart!
You see, it's in a place that only God can hold.
For it's tucked away securely...
Right next to my soul!!
Samuel Brooks
1/24/2010
ChocolateWoW
Quite a statement to make
but Einstein was prone to them
he always makes one think deep
so you need your mind kept open
everyone thinks a genius isn't them
something greatly marvelous surely
not the ordinary things of life
but the simple things makes one securely
Take the simple illustration of a fish
if that fish could actually climb a tree
now the thought of it I know is nonsense
so why waste time for its sheer ability
Now the fish would live its life
thinking how stupid can I really be
many a bear and monkey does this
but not me for I need water you see
So old Albert has made a point
when you think through his quote
everyone has its own place to live
these fish love to swim under your boat
Quote:
(" Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.")
- Albert Einstein (1879- 1955)
Around the corner (20141010)
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations,
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool. Keeping calm. Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing. Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?
It was just another story, my grandmother told
I wish I had known, what I've learned since then
How the dust from the hills swept over the plains
and how months without rain, would change everything.
Out of water, had been no worry
Until it changed their life, back then,
It was how she met the man
It is partly her own story
It is part of who I am
I can see it all so clearly,
How they paid a price, so dearly,
She was Kansas born and bred,
They had built a life securely
staking everything they owned
on a home, on a life, in the loam.
Short of water, was the motto
It had changed her life, back then,
It was how she met her man
It is part of her old memories
It is part of who I am
On the homestead, growing barley,
growing wheat, and corn, and kids
Sharing love she had for family
but the drought had come instead.
No water for their crops, no feed to fill the stock
The hardship and the illness
And drought upon the hills
No coin the pay the bills.....meager water in the pail
Quivering trees, and stiff shocks of corn
Withering slowly, from the winds
Sandstorms covered scores
of farmland till the end
Her husband growing ill
A grave dug in the sand
Out west, another land
No man to hold her hand
In the west they found the water
It had changed her life, back then,
It was how she met her man
It is partly her own story
It is part of who I am
_________________________________________
2/21/15
"Out of Water" Contest: Sponsored By Sheri Fresonke Harper
God is supremely graciously good
to all that He owns as His own
among all the nations that He made
for Israel, He will shake even His known
Behold the Lord commands in His voice
to divide His precious from those of no account
even the pebbles are God's own formation
loving them so dearly like to His divine fount
Everyone who believes in Jehovah God
is called precious in the Lord's own heart
nothing shall separate His love from them
specially joined uniquely in no small part
As with Job so with every believer in Christ
for Satan is held in God's sovereign chain
so it is equally for every believing child
God's in total control so Satan has no gain
God's sieve is taken to shake about
all that exists around the nations
but all of God's pebbles are securely safe
for He has a place within His holy station
(“For behold, I will command,
and shake the house of Israel among all the nations
as one shakes with a sieve,
but no pebble shall fall to the earth.)
Amos 9: 9 ( ESV)
Back then I had no gift but this precious love,
fashioned deep in the fierceness of my mind,
kept bright by you through every failing light.
Now, through each falling day and dying sound,
what's left is more than any time I've lost:
you outlive memory, vision, and desire.
Time itself has grown vast, unsearchable;
the world has multiplied your absence
into unlikely consolations for my soul.
To this very day, my heart remembers
and goes on beating out the faithful chords,
played steadily through all silence and noise.
You remain within me, securely sealed,
wider than memory, deeper than longing:
the persistent music of my dreaming life.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008