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December 23 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Peter 1-3
Key Verse – 2Peter 1:2 Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord.
FAITH IN GOD WHO MULTIPLIES HIS GRACE AND PEACE UNTO US
God multiplies His grace and peace unto us despite our frailty
As He enables us through our faith by His grace-bounty
Letting us exalt His name, praising His majesty
Upon His merciful forgiveness and blood’s cleansing purity.
God multiplies His grace and peace unto us despite our weakness
As He works in us through our faith by His presence of peacefulness
Letting us delight in His wonderful goodness
Upon His loving kindness that smites our stubbornness.
God multiplies His grace and peace unto us despite our ailment
As He pardons us through our faith in confessing sin-defilement
Letting us serve Him along stewardship-fulfillment
Upon His propelling commandment.
God multiplies His grace and peace unto us despite our cowardice
As He raises us up through our faith for worthy service
Letting us exercise diligent performance-practice
Upon His fervent encouragement in magnifying His granted office.
God multiplies His grace and peace unto us despite our frustration
As He pulls us up through our faith to cleave to His promised restoration
Letting us trust His Word as we grow along His transformation
Upon His constant deliverance that is ready for our protection.
God multiplies His grace and peace unto us despite our ignorance
As He instructs us through our faith to learn from His teachings’ endurance
Letting us understand His truth by studious exuberance
Upon His direction revealing His divine appearance.
God multiplies His grace and peace unto us despite our worry
As He exhorts us through our faith to rely on His victory
Letting us involve in declaring Gospel story
Upon His great commission that upholds our church ministry.
December 23, 2025
Don't ever want to be the one
To make you go blind
The day rises
And with it the sun smites
Wishing to spend days with you
Your hand in mine
Don't ever want to be the one
To send you to the clothes line
What's yours may become mine
Til we're dead and gone
When all that's left is this same ol song
But I guess until then your mind touch's mine
The spirit of my heartfelt
Ringing like a chime
I am dead but shall live again
The missionary
The march to overcome the sinot my many
But just the one
Screaming to me remembrance
Awake!
Who are you?!
I'm not of this world
Though I descended
I did do to rise again
Not for me but for those I wish to lead into
Eternity
Hark! There will be many
This path I choose is not easy
But worth every drop of suffering to come
Until my Father's will be done
C9 On The Run, I come from the Sun
back into the Sum of One, I Become
Dialed In, En Route to the Oort
Out the Loosh Into Greater, Denser, Absolutes
Into the Great Flame, I find the Center Truths
now I'm Questing, got me High on Ankhs and Infinitudes
a Total Resurrection
I Jettison towards Greater Intercessions,
by the 9th Power I Rise in Light
the Great Solar Crucifixion, I now Fly, Ever Of Life
Into Heavens Gates, I Just might Ignite these Plumages of Light
my Birth Right requires I Seek Heights
Seek, Surreal Eagle Flight, I let my Soul Fly
Full Speed in Hawk Sight
I Beam Bright in Laser Precision Flight
Thriving Off the Greater Mind, Fly High Be Thy Light Percussio
I Go, where Energy Flows, in Ever Infinite Flow
Down Inner Luminous Roads
In comes the Super Light Percussion, Light Strikes I've Mastered Thy Soul
Blazing Wyld Forever Forth
Forever North, Light Smites the Night, like a Wyld Horse
When I’m old, I see myself greatly blest
As God makes me enjoy His constant grace
Propelling my pace to finish life’s race
And maximize best years with joyful zest.
When I’m old, there am I … still reaching-out
Sharing the Saviour’s love with peaceful glow
Along prayerful spirit that smites woe
Gratefully praise-filled against doubt and pout.
When I’m old*, freed from demands of work pain
My faith trusts the Lord with triumph-delight
Offering accomplishments by His might
Midst liberty to wait for heaven’s gain.
*Psalms 71:18 Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come.
January 20, 2025
10th place, "When You Are Old" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 1/21/2025
Surmounting feelings of woe and sorrow
She seeks the Saviour along hopeful glow
Striving to discard shroud wrapping her doubts
Surely showing triumph for tomorrow.
Having indeed conquered depression bouts
Her heart smites melancholy with praise-shouts
Holding on to Christ’s assurance of grace
Hoisted for divine freedom from guilt-clouts.
Grateful to God for peace midst gloomy race
Gladly, faith propels her strongly to face
Grim realities that shatter great dream
Guarded against pangs of torturous space.
Winning now against grievous wistful scream
Will of hers trusts the Lord for service-beam
Watchfully reaching-out to ease pain’s blow
Withdrawn not, but wafting wise self-esteem.
“Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life." (Jude 1:21 of the King James Bible)
Lovers’ wedding midst virtual upheaval!!!
Confirmed fake news --- yet verily viral
surpassing its rival, truth that’s vital
though surely dismissed as vainly trivial
rumor is still sought for its grand arrival…
Thank God for love-propelled spiritual revival
through Scriptures’ assertion yon earthly survival.
Love-sick toward marital directive!!!
Great news of impact--- negative
from fatal infection, not positive
midst pink of health, surely affirmative
vanquishing fears, terribly obstructive…
Praise God; His compassionate grace is effective
Combatting sin-virus, grievously destructive.
Love’s bliss smites hatred-pain that’s traumatic!!!
Good news… awesome, but defied by skeptic
“Respect our perspective...” says a critic
Smiley greetings offend pessimistic
Oh, thumbs up signs cheer the optimistic…
Thank God for His love-poured blessings so fantastic
faith-claimed by every dogmatic or pragmatic.
Love life’s firmness starts from crush altitude!!!
Trending news lacking factual fortitude
Soon are media jokes midst fine rectitude
While miracle stories of gratitude
Stay flickering in silent solitude…
Praise God for His boundless mercy’s infinitude
Timeless for sharing love-care’s boundless magnitude.
(My attempt of Grook-series with five lines per stanza and two-line commentaries in bold.)
March 1, 2022
2nd place, "G - Give me a new poem- any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/25/2022.
Serene dawn smiles with vibrant glow
welcoming blest hope that smites woe...
radiance dispels night's gloom
greeting morn dew midst God's warmth
now pervading along peace
as grace* wakes to reign.
*1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you."
October 8, 2025
3rd place, "MAKE IT TWO, PLEASE" Verse Poetry Writing Contest: A Poem combining Couplet and Dodoitsu poetry forms
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 10/8/2025
We praise God for His granted salvation
That secured us from grievous penalty of transgression
As He paid the price through His precious blood for our redemption
With His love-caused sacrifice for our forgiveness and justification.
We praise God for His blessings daily
That He provides for us tremendously
As He assures us His eternal presence wondrously
With His protection always shielding us truly.
We praise God for His peace-filled contentment
That gives us ever-satisfying replenishment
As He comforts us against worldly entertainment
With His sanctification that heals our envy’s ailment.
We praise God for His zealous revival
That smites our discouragements in our earthly survival
As He empowers us to cling to Him for His approval
With His strength to prepare us for Christ’s arrival.
We praise God for His spiritual refreshing
That allows us to commune with Him in His nourishing
As He listens to our plight, answers our queries, never rushing
With His wisdom and counsel worth cherishing.
We praise God for His abounding blissfulness
That calms our weariness in labouring in His kingdom’s business
As He brings us triumph’s sweetness in fellowship’s closeness
With His blessings to our faithfulness through His kindness.
We praise God for His grace in our growth's history
That enables us to share and declare the Gospel of compassion’s glory
As He reaches out to the lost, freeing souls from sin-bondage misery
With His truth and mercy, promising everlasting life’s victory*.
*Psalm 98:1 O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.
February 9, 2020
Edited on May 1, 2020
THE LAW OF THE MISTS
(for Barovia, where endings rule)
O Barovia, where the mountains kneel in dread,
And mist hath sworn allegiance to the dead;
Where stone remembers sins no priest may clear,
And night stands crowned the monarch of the year.
Above thee towers Ravenloft’s dark throne,
Where grief sits wed to power made of bone;
No torch defies its gaze, no prayer outflies
The patient curse that watches through the skies.
Count not thy tyrant merely flesh or name—
He is the Law that wear’st a man for frame;
For Death here strikes not wild nor swift nor kind,
But learns the pulse and tutors it to bind.
He smites not once, as merciful Law should,
But drains the hours till hope forgets it could;
Thus souls in Barovia do not simply die—
They linger, taught how endlessly to sigh.
O cruel inversion!—for the dead below
Outlive the living by their constant woe;
The grave grants rest the hearth-fire is denied,
And breath itself is but a wound applied.
The mists are faithful; mark how well they keep
Their charge: none flee, though all desire sleep.
They part for none, they yield to no command—
Save his whose will hath signed the mortal land.
Here Fear is fed, and Law is bent to bite;
The end is stolen, stretched to endless night.
What elsewhere kills but once, here kills by art,
By patience hon’d to flay the living heart.
O stranger, pause—if thou would’st judge this place:
Not fang nor throne defines its fell disgrace;
But this: that Death, made servant unto dread,
Is robb’d of mercy—and the Law lies dead.
For know this truth, writ deeper than the stone:
Where ending’s barr’d, no soul may call itself its own.
The worst of hells is not that men must die—
But that they live, and never may comply.
Hear ye this last call for lonely hearts:
Vanquish melancholic darts
upon fortress of true love’s ramparts
securing compassion-propped stalwarts
braced by God, along His comfort-carts
fortifying and blessing blissful starts…
…as He ends gloom; and despair, He thwarts.
This summon reverberates hope’s cheer:
“Rejoice evermore;*” don't fear
since gladness smites sadness’ jeer
while loved-ones reach out with jubilant steer
smiting apathy of bitterness’ sneer
thus, joyous gratitude midst praise-gear…
…is gracious response, indeed clear!
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
1Thessalonians 5:16 Rejoice evermore.
November 5, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/1/2020.