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The word "is" ... What does it mean?
"Is" just "is" ...to others a verb link!
"Is" just a simple passive word
That links the subject to the verb!
"Is," however, stands alone
"Is" just "is" but never disowned!
It is what it is
Whether a smile or embrace
An act of mercy or precious grace
A laugh or a wink
Without a blink!
A kind word...a patient act
The truth and all its detailed facts
Humility and meekness
Never a weakness!
Loyal and faithful....through and through
In act or deed - in all we do
Always expects the very best
Overcomes all obstacles in our life's test
Victors and conquers all things on its quest
"Is" ... though a linking verb
Don't be baffled or perturbed
"Is just is" when it links to love
Because in all of heaven - stretched out high and above,
Stands in its purest, finest and richest form,
Without a blemish, defect or any deform
So holy, so genuine, so rich in purity
Like that of a saint's undefiled dignity
When the subject is about genuine love
It is what it is...and it's not what it's not
It is straight and direct...not tied to a knot!
Love is the very essence of love itself
Love's reduction is of self
To lift or raise others
Without linking itself to one or another
Though its beautiful harvest of mercy, kindness, and grace
Are but mere fragments, love yields to better complete one's race
Love is...it just is
It's NOT "this" much or "this little"
It's not to be measured in quantities to be magnified or belittled
Love is....It just is
Love cannot be detailed in words and no deed is suffice
To accurately and adequately have words to describe
For there is no word that will ever exist
No feeling or emotion that can ever resist
The strongest and most kinetic power
Of love's first and infinite Spring Shower!
Love just is...it just is
Because all words come short and fall
To adequately and accurately detail
What love is ... other than indescribable and unsearchable!
Love is not a noun,
Regardless of its position or how it's announced!
Love is a verb
Love is...it just is...
As God is...and just IS....
No links...no connections...just stands alone
Long Live love....may Love remain
Selfless, independent, and self-maintained
Controlled, managed, and self-retained
Until the established hour
It awakens to kindle its magnificent power....
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
God is good and He reigns in His greatness
Ever-loving indeed, granting life eternal
Entrusting to me blessings everyday…
Reviving my spirit as His redeemed
Offering blissful service opportunities
Strengthening me with joyous salvation
Earnestly, I cleave to Him; faith exercising…
Victory assured while doubts are vanquished
Instilling in my heart transformation impact
Leading me to His might where I do lean
Listening to my prayer; from Him, learning
Affirming His truths and mercy --- amazing
Restoring my soul by His Scriptures, so right
Optimizing for me stewardship obedience
Satisfying my all with His best sufficiency
Always attending to me with divine affection.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
Dear Ma’am Gee Rose,
God be thanked and praised for your life.
A very blessed birthday to you. Thanks for being a blessing.
May 31, 2021
King of kings, He is on the throne,
Lord of lords, He rules the earth,
Mighty God, comparable to none,
Never-ending One, who can measure His worth?
Only Potentate, He is true and just,
Perfect, He is the Ancient of days,
Quenches the soul when on Him we trust,
Righteous, inscrutable are all His ways.
Shepherd and Bishop, our souls does He keep,
To Him be all glory forever and ever,
Unsearchable are His judgments so deep,
Victorious, He will reign as King forever.
Who is there like unto our God?
X-raying us, every thought He has read
Yesterday, today and forever, He is Lord,
Zealous to perform all that He has said.
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8.9.16
I beg, Lord, for Your wisdom* for effective spirituality
So as to walk with You everyday with perseverance
Fortified to overcome faith-tests by Your assurance
Assertively expressing Your supreme sovereignty.
I pray, Lord, for Your wisdom in my servant-heart attitude
As I worship You with my whole heart
Illumined to cleave to Your grace midst doubt’s dart
Sincerely yielding to You with joyous gratitude.
*Romans 11:33 O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!
June 6, 2019
Have you ever considered just who God can be?
First, He is Creator of everything we see.
He created 3 heavens, in the highest is his throne.
In the middle spirits move and the last is our home.
He glanced down from his throne, into the black of night.
By his only voice alone, He spoke and created light!
Protons, neutrons, electrons, how quickly they scattered!
Forming atoms which the building blocks of all matter.
Moon, planets, stars, sea and the sand.
Like a symphony came together, just as He planned.
He reached down, took some matter, & made a flesh Man.
Blew his life into the lifeless form in his hand.
"I AM your Father and the woman you'll soon see.
You'll always be, very precious in my to me.
You will betray me and your spirit will die.
I'll never give up on you. I love, that's why!"
He is our Creator, Sustainer, Healer. He is Love.
The One who knows all, see's all, who sits high above.
Merciful, gracious, righteous and He is just!
Humans WILL fail you, but God you can TRUST!
All powerful and is everywhere, from Him comes all things.
The Bible declares, He is King of all kings!
His essence is Spirit, we are life from his breath.
Which he can rightfully recall at our moment of death.
He's Alpha, Omega, First, Last, Beginning and End.
Creator, Rule-Maker. Father of women, children and men.
Always was, always is and always He will be.
The Source of all existence. The great I AM is he.
Next time in the night, see the stars twinkle and cry.
"He made us for you! Him how could you deny?
The words in the Bible gives life to the spirit of man.
He spoke to simple people and said "Write my Plans!"
We should all seek His strength and presence everyday
Every other path lead nowhere, Only Jesus is the Way!
Have you not known, have you not heard, who He can be?
His understanding is unsearchable, the Creator of you & me.
I.
Gray dusk, chaos, grave loss.
All yours before divine blood came
Walking amongst the rot, rumors and tumors of the wild and tame
In quest to satisfy their wame
To take them from valleys to peaks by a flesh littered cross
That salt who cursed fruitless trees
And revealed sepulchers filled with dead men's bones
All beneath heaven's thrones
He gave his words to troubled seas that their winds should preach his peace
And his blessings are all yours indeed to keep
II.
There's a place in time
There we'll find the chief cornerstone a worthy sacrifice
There we'll kneel and bow, never to behold his eyes
We'll cry glory, glory to three grand kinds
Elohim, our love is all yours
And we pledged against the falls
Never to go back the way of the sinful and slug
In search of victories that be all yours
In search of answers from one great source
III.
I am of he who made the years
I am of he who hung up on the cross for my sake and cursed my fears
His head bore a crown of thorns, laden with cares
But he still arose a king crowned with roses and stars that never die
So I fall on my face in his courts and there offer through grace
Sincere praises from my spirit, a living sacrifice
In his kingdom, you'll find a tree with twelve different fruits
You'll find his many doves that eat from his hands
You'll find his worshippers empowered
Unraveling mysteries, dwelling in his secret place, enshrouded by his shadow
Frowning at the things unsaved men do first become
Just to end up at square one, unholy and loathsome
IV.
When men, like deer, drink water from his streams
When we dream and walk in other worlds
What do we make of the unending clips of life?
With all her coffers full of gold and her mines full of treasures
What do we make of all her knowledge unsearchable?
What becomes of things even we can not decipher?
How do we enter the gates our fleshes can not go through?
If all of life and these worlds were yours
What would you do that would be better than the source?
Who is like You, O Lord, in all the earth?
He who breathes galaxies as easily as men exhale,
He who paints the sky with colors no eye has named
And yet stoops low to cradle the sparrow in His hand.
Who is like the One who carved mountains with a whisper,
Yet stitched lilies with more care than kings stitch robes?
The heavens are Your curtain, the stars Your scattered jewels,
And the earth Your humble footstool kissed by glory.
You told light to walk, and it ran.
You commanded night to fall, and it bowed.
The sun obeys Your schedule, the moon reflects Your poetry,
And time itself waits at the door of Your will.
Who is like You, who sits on eternity yet walks in my dust?
You shaped my lungs with Your breath,
Wove my soul with threads of thunder and mercy,
And called me good when I was still but dust and longing.
The trees clap their hands at Your arrival,
The oceans hush to hear Your whisper.
Even silence sings when You pass by!
Creation is drunk with awe,
and I drown in the flood of Your wonder.
Who made fruit taste sweet and thorns grow with purpose?
Who made deserts bloom and bones rise from valleys?
You turn graves into gardens, ashes into beauty,
And a sinner like me into a psalm of grace.
The earth is not just Yours it is You, reflected.
Every breeze is a kiss of Your Spirit,
Every thunder is a roar of Your justice,
And every heartbeat mine included is a drumbeat of Your presence.
So I cry: Who is like You, O Lord?
Not in heaven, not in earth, not in time, nor in eternity.
You are unsearchable yet near, invisible yet seen.
You are paradox wrapped in love, glory wrapped in dust.
Blessed are You, Most High
My Maker, my Music, my Morning Star.
Let all I am burn to tell of who You are.
For even if I had a thousand tongues, they'd all fall short.
Still, I will sing.
Saying who is like you oh lord in all the earth
and the heavens above
You’re great with omnipotent might
Wondrously perfect of no blight
Creator marked by victory…
You be praised*, our God of glory!
Compassionate, indeed gracious
Offering love --- very precious
Saviour Christ of Gospel story…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Goodness You grant, so abundant
Eternal life's bliss, triumphant
Redeemer from hell-wrath’s fury…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Merciful, granting forgiveness
Your pardon champions kindness
Freeing souls from guilt’s misery…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Holy, blazing with righteous zeal
Attesting immaculate seal
Hope's glowing peace at Calvary…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Generous Who always blesses
Rich provider despite crises
Supplier of heaven’s dowry...
You be praised, our God of glory!
Sought with blissful hearts' gratitude
Braced by service-faith's fortitude
Midst worship, divinely merry...
You be praised, our God of glory!
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
December 2, 2019
2nd place, "IN PRAISE OF GOD" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 1/18/2020.
Years of triumph bliss
blest months midst functional weeks
optimized days wrought…
Grand events highlight faith-accomplishments
never deny sweet and painful moments
blended with loving zest
mixed well through gracious test
bringing out victorious fulfillments.
God be praised* and thanked for glorious life-building anniversaries.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
February 7, 2022
2nd place, "Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku" Haiku-Limerick-Monoku Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 3/11/2022.