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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
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Held my attention to make it work against rust
Reminding me “I am whom your mother did trust…
To clothe you well from harm of sun, wind and gust.”
Oh, I’m sorry to forget Mom’s tool so great
In crafting masterpiece of excellent rate
That showed her love, care and nurture – never late
While testifying about God midst bad fate.
“The war years seemed like only yesterday…
Great is the Lord* for prevailing in His way
He’s in control and in Him, there’s no delay
Let’s believe Him always.” Good words she would say.
From that wondrous memory emerged hope’s mark
To wake up with faith’s light and courage-spark
So I lay joyous in the Lord’s peace-bulwark
While candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
April 14, 2018
6th place, "One Nine and Sixteen" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 5/2/2018.
Featured among Poems of the Week from March 19-25, 2023.
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
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
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?
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.
God poses a question of comparison
to whom can God be likened to
He tells you to look up at His creation
there it is, stars made brand new
It's a wonder for God does ask
why oh why Jacob and Israel you deny
God's way, as well as feel, disregarded
surely this is not our God or I'll cry
Have you no knowledge or are you deaf?
the Lord of eternity creator of all
you can't search out His understanding
never to tire climb over any wall
Don't worry or faint for He's powerful
renewing your strength to do His will
the young get weary feeling exhausted
but hope comes to climb your hill
The Lord God almighty is your king
but wait for Him He is sufficient
being able to rise up like eagles
for His word will never be ancient
(To whom then will you compare me,
that I should be like him? says the Holy One.
Lift up your eyes on high and see:
who created these?
He who brings out their host by number,
calling them all by name;
by the greatness of his might
and because he is strong in power,
not one is missing.
Why do you say, O Jacob,
and speak, O Israel,
“My way is hidden from the Lord,
and my right is disregarded by my God”?
Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable.
He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might, he increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.)
Isaiah 40: 25-31 (ESV)
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....
THE MOON’S SECRET DIARY
I am intrigued by them,
the ones who call me the moon.
Who are they?
the inhabitants of my imaginative world?
or am I a part of theirs?
some eccentric children of the cosmos?
I watch the earth all the time,
she, the calm creature that sustains
the whimsical objects,
they, who are searching for the unsearchable.
they, who have never existed in harmony.
I find them amusing,
the ones who are unaware of their insignificance.
they, who do nothing but run behind the truth,
little do they know that they are an unwoven lie.
I remember what I said, are they
some eccentric children of the cosmos?
I asked the universe to be my valentine,
and we met in a blackhole for a tryst.
Are they your children? I asked
“No, they are my siblings.” she confessed.