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March 3 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 16-18
Key Verse –Joshua 18:3 And Joshua said unto the children of Israel, How long are ye slack to go to possess the land, which the LORD God of your fathers hath given you?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SLACKNESS SUBDUER
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your holiness-mount
Thank You for Your help against trials I need to surmount
Along coasts of temptations refining my faith as greatly paramount
With Your grace-inheritance of life eternal-amount.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your joyfulness-sea
Thank You for Your peace making me anxiety-free
Along refreshing waters of bountifulness-spree
With Your mercy-kindness as I dwell in Your will for me.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your service-lot
Thank You for Your paths of righteousness checking any filthiness’ dot
Along streets of good testimony leading me to Your favour I miss not
With Your compassion-touch to become spiritually hot.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your power-terrain
Thank You for Your strength as I tread on rocky roads with pain
Along avenues of hardships I should pass through against complaints’ strain
With Your victory-assurance I rise up to, never in vain.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your contentment-land
Thank You for Your lessons teaching me compliance to Your demand
Along valleys of willingness to obey Your command
With Your gentleness-hope that braces up my biblical stand.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your care-spring where I should abide
Thank You for Your provision fountains supplying my needy side
Along brooks of satisfaction generously wide
With Your cheerfulness-glee that overcomes my worries’ tide.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your transformation-corner
Thank You for Your wisdom I need as Your soulwinner
Along foundations of principles for my conversion as a saved sinner
With Your faith-building might fencing me around Your truth’s banner.
March 3, 2023
From ground zero, the shocking ripples reverberate!
From the heart of a nation, the cry lingers on the wind
And still circles further and further out, sending tears into space.
It continues on with unabated tears; gruesome fears.
The healing begins with mournful sobs and angry shouts.
Who is to blame for this heinous sin?
Who can stop the gnawing pain?
Look in the mirror, then cover it black,
We are..all of us..to blame!
We, who spend only a fraction of our day
Nurturing those precious and closest to our hearts,
We are to blame for their wayward paths;
We didn't see it coming...didn't see it start.
We didn't care enough to ask the hardest questions
Or force the toughest issues; to pull tightly on the reins.
We didn't once think about their future or their pain.
Now, it's too late for Fifteen to ever smile again.
But it's not too late for those of us left in the quake behind,
Not too late for us to change, uplift our mind;
To ask the hardest questions,
Or demand of ourselves a new commitment,
To give our children a new day; hope-filled suggestions.
Look into the sacred eyes of your children.
Look into their hearts with a new understanding.
It does take a village to raise your child,
But it starts with you, and basic planning.
Plan to be there for them, no matter what!
Never give them up to a harsh and hopeless world.
Every day, every minute...stop thinking only of yourself,
Your inconvenience, your tired and weary life!
Emmerse your heart into the life of your boy or girl.
Out from ground zero, Columbine's Fifteen
Will not have died in vain if they have made us see
The need for total commitment in the shaping of young lives.
These young lives are our future..it lies in our children eyes.
Look deeply, look closely, don't turn away.
Listen more carefully, Search more kindly
For the truth, and at the end of the day
They will love you more for your protection
Than for your lack of supervision and slackness
On the reins. Show them that you love them
By showing up every day.
So you don't like how you been livin
Seems hopeless all you've been doin
What's new in your life, stop worshipping your pains and strife's
You can, you can, and you will have a better life, better life
Through Christ
In Christ
You're a sinner
I am a sinner
Well done, but..
Seldom
Do we confess, ask for forgiveness..
Well in my(our) slackness, and slow reactions
I've.................
I'm.................
ALREADY FORGIVEN
If you just reach up and out to Him, if you just reach up and out to Him
Been holding on to all those wrongs and woos and whys???
Not rights, my right are all but, there're wrong
My whys, my where's nobody cares;
Seldom does the pain go away
Shouldn't be here, no I should be here today
So I fall, I fall down on my knees and pray
To Christ
I'm a sinner
I m a sinner
Well done, but..
Seldom
Do we confess, ask for forgiveness..
Well in my(our) slackness, and slow reactions
I've.................
I'm.................
You're a creature of habits
But your story just yours
And the book not finished
The goal is to rewrite what's already been told;
Rewrite the last chapter it's all that matters
Seldom cries, seldom dies;
Seldom hardly ever flies;
Open up, dry those hurt filled eyes
Seldom tries to compromise
There is dark then there's light
Only God is in the light
Christ died for us now with His life, with His life
Seldom here, seldom there
Seldom everywhere
You can, you can, and you will have a better life, better life
Through Christ
In Christ
You're a sinner
I am a sinner
Well done, but..
Seldom
Do we confess, ask for forgiveness..
Well in my(our) slackness, and slow reactions
I've.................
I'm.................
ALREADY FORGIVEN
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from the anthology "Purpose"
August 10 2016
March 5 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 17-20
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 17:19 And it shall be with him, and he shall read therein all the days of his life: that he may learn to fear the LORD his God, to keep all the words of this law and these statutes, to do them.
FAITH IN GOD WHO INSTILLS IN US HIS WORDS
God instills in us His words of compassion
As He secures us in His eternal salvation
Surely driving our faith toward His direction
To enjoy His inheritance brought by His redemption.
God instills in us His words of authority
As He lets us dwell under His caring sovereignty
Surely leading our faith toward His certainty
To live in His truth against deceit and falsity.
God instills in us His words of holiness
As He keeps us within His righteousness
Surely bringing our faith toward His works’ productiveness
To conquer slackness and slothfulness.
God instills in us His words of wisdom
As He teaches us His counselling freedom
Surely instructing our faith toward advancing His kingdom
To proclaim the Gospel that radiates genuine Christendom.
God instills in us His words of victory
As He triumphs over us against misery
Surely prodding our faith toward service-territory
To exalt His name for His glory.
God instills in us His words of standard
As He enables each of us, being a steward
Surely pushing our faith toward soaring upward
To optimize His granted opportunities for heavenly reward.
God instills in us His words of revival
As He strengthens us against mere survival
Surely increasing our faith toward prayer-upheaval
To fulfill His will while waiting for His arrival.
March 5, 2025
June 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 10
Key Verse – Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ENRICHING ME WITH YOUR BLESSINGS
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ gladness
Against foolishness’ heaviness
Away from treasures of wickedness
For me to abide in Your righteousness.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ profit
Against hand-slackness in slothfulness’ pit
Away from poverty of indolence-hit
For me to practice diligence by Your work-wit.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ harvest
Against shame of barrenness’ pest
Away from embarrassment of pride’s zest
For me to trust in Your guidance while doing my best.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ commandments
Against perversions, full of disagreements
Away from sorrow of disobedience-discontentments
For me to walk uprightly toward Your ways’ fulfillments.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ instructions
Against mischief’s destructions
Away from hopelessness-caused transgressions
For me to receive Your favour for my faith's victorious decisions.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ wisdom
Against lying and slander uttered at random
Away from wealth offered by materialistic freedom
For me to desire Your approval in seeking first Your kingdom.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ bounty
Against lack and scarcity’s difficulty
Away from crises of prayerless spirituality
For me to love You with my devoted sincerity.
June 17, 2022
Our souls
like ships
have been set
adrift through time,
pushed by
wandering winds,
pulled by
strong cross currents.
Sometimes slackness
in the sails
brings rest or boredom
with no forward speed
or direction,
and our soul-ships
are stagnant and empty.
Other times our soul-ships
have spotted each other
in the distance,
and we prayed for strong winds
to fill the sails
and God to steer us
so we may at least
pass by close enough to touch.
Over the course
of our lives
our soul-ships
have passed each another
many times over,
and a few times
we’ve followed one another
into the nearest port
for some R & R.
Then the storms of life
blew through
and again we were set
adrift through time,
blown in different directions,
perhaps never to sail
in the same waters again.
But, recently,
as fate and fair winds
would have it,
our soul-ships
are sailing together once more
on a roughly parallel course.
And when
the rough seas of life
try to tear down
our masts
or cause us
to drift apart,
I hope our love
will always keep us
tethered together,
so we’ll never lose sight
of each other again.
With our soul-ships
tied together
and God guiding us,
we’ll never be lost at sea
or separated again,
and finally we will be allowed
to sail through
the rest of time together.
Uncertainty, 'grand potentate',
swathes my lure
For renewed insight. I dropp
upon
My groove, primed, to settle my
lot. Help!
Modest citizen. Our battles,
girthed
For selfish intent, lunges at your
faceless sense.
We have rasped our own
reasons from
Bullets impassive, gratifying bills
Upon your waters of slackness
tethered slow
He, skirmished hearer to define
this
Wit-flourished folly, clasps
sweaty palms,
Murmurs chrysalis of half-
hearted wishes:
I slack to lack, vision spires for
tatty hope
Tosses my insight upon starved
ambiance. Help!
No thrill, no ornate flight for
thought,
Just one 'grand potentate' nods
frugal,
Spreads fancy upon polished
strips
We saw you lose route upon
hundreds and
Tin and columbite- we glimpsed
sprouts
Of your self-righteous mutiny
kindled
By flat angst.
We falter at your gates of
defiance.
Fifty-two fetid years, freshly dour
for me,
Turns my flesh to scales. Forgive,
'grand potentate'
To fling at me abundant pellets,
lost or left.
Of grisly death I sniff, brash and
fierce
Fifty-two fetid years flame my
scales
We must fling pellets, but now,
your allies
Must bolt their greed against
your waters, hassled
And strew you nether with
backward tides
A resurrected applause in steep
praise. His cabinet
Indulges my lassitude to forbear
further
Moans and tears
Fifty-two flaming years, will me
not, sheer contortion
Only one stirred heart to fight
along many
In the realm where chaos takes its toll,
There is a soul that suffers from madness.
Behind iron bars, locked in a jail,
Yet within a mind where dreams are endless
But don't brood, there is a safe refuge.
This anxious soul finds peace after the deluge
In a quiet nook, afar from sadness.
The egg-white omelet is a staple for slackness.
And every morning they gently bake their toast.
Spread thick strawberry jam such a coat.
A simple pleasure, a luxury they allow.
To brighten their days and calm their blow.
Because in this world of chaos and despair.
Lonesome fear may follow them everywhere.
But in their hearts, they have a special trust.
A love for the earth, a never-fading hope or disgust.
They watch as children pass by, innocent and free.
Wishing to join their carefree way
But they understand the path they must tread.
Their calling is to explain and portray.
They teach with grace and a gentle touch.
The wonders of life and the beauty that can be found
They show the children the power of love.
And how to navigate the depths of the ground.
With hands in the soil, they dig and sow.
Planting seeds of hope and possibility.
The water and sunshine nourish their growth.
As they tend to the garden with gentle humility.
And as the flowers bloom, a sense of wonder fills the air.
The realm of chaos transformed into a space of awe.
Poised between love and grief, they stand,
In this realm of chaos and despair,
It was peaceful down there
Sitting on the bottom,
Water muffling what I hear.
A lovely day in autumn
To explore some water,
the task at hand.
To escape temps getting hotter
By treading lake instead of land.
It was peaceful down there
Looking up, seeing the shimmering
Of what is usually blinding surface glare
Instead be gorgeous graceful glimmering.
Floating just barely, a little free
Moment seen rarely, for young me
But, to speak fairly, what else could be.
It was peaceful, then it was dire
See the distance to the surface
When my lungs turned to metal on fire.
Full panic, not anxious nor nervous
Only desperate to get to my air
Desperate to be off the floor
Desperate to be pulled from despair
Desperate to live, welled up from my core.
It was peaceful, then it was dire
When I couldn’t kick or stroke legs or arms
Fast enough before the time did expire
For me to surface, despite my head’s alarms.
I remember next only the shore
Dizzily aware that I wasn’t where I was before.
An attempt to vomit, with a much different feeling,
Like being squeezed in the lungs, and it sent me reeling
Back to whatever is called floating in blackness, begging to come back
When you can feel in the tether the slackness, but you’re still trying to track.
When you’re keenly aware that you’re in danger and something is very wrong.
And all you can do is hope to whatever gods that they made your body strong.
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.