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Time
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
And time so vital
Is do it fluid
Don't clod the flow
Get the going
Going.
Time the eminance
Time the authority
GOD is time ..
One day is a thousand year's to GOD
One thousand year's be one day to GOD.
In HIS time
By HIS time
On HIS time
We spend time
We get free time
We have good times
During our darkest times ...
The sun will keep time
Past regrets are waste of time
This is negative energy and wastage
You lose your profit of time
And will cost you a dime.
And time..
So revere
So sublime
Time devine
For in the confidence of our prayer time and
when we are in re-union with GOD will our prayers be heard.
And GOD will grace healing and comfort..
The very same time.
He is here..
Every-time on time
Once upon a time GOD will grant you HIS fullness
This is called a lifetime.
And time
Can be
So little..
Devotion is good time
Animosity is bad time
Adore GOD
Praise and call on our
LORD JESUS CHRIST
Is time most precious.
Remember
Thank YOU LORD
is your lifetime prayer.
My love,
Just trying to talk with you,
This love is old not new.
Waiting for your message,
But everyday becomes wastage.
When you enters,
My mind windows closes,
And my heart always surrenders,
And my feelings explodes.
But you ignores,
Then I feel so lonely,
And you finish it before,
But my love is for you only.
And will remain forever.
Only yours,
Meetkumar Tailor
March 10 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 13-15
Key Verse –Judges 13:3 And the angel of the Lord appeared unto the woman, and said unto her, Behold now, thou art barren, and bearest not: but thou shalt conceive, and bear a son.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BARRENNESS SUBDUER
Lord God, You are my barrenness Subduer midst my unfaithfulness
Thank You for cleansing me of my filthiness
So that I can bear good works by Your graciousness…
Please help me live in Your righteousness.
Lord God, You are my barrenness Subduer midst my offering
Thank You for calling me to submit unto You and Your name, honouring
So that I can please You with faith by Your divine caring…
Please bless me along Your Spirit’s power-outpouring.
Lord God, You are my barrenness Subduer midst my entreaties
Thank You for comforting me as You hearken to my voice of uncertainties
So that I can order my life while confessing and forsaking my iniquities…
Please teach me observe Your commandments’ verities.
Lord God, You are my barrenness Subduer midst my going down
Thank You for carrying me out from dominion of worldly downtown
So that I can resist carnality-feasts where I can drown…
Please change my earthly garment with heavenly raiment of holy crown.
Lord God, You are my barrenness Subduer midst my temptation-enticement
Thank You for encompassing me with Your love of faithful commitment
So that I can enjoy sweet fellowship with You in full contentment…
Please sanctify me from spoiling guilt-judgment.
Lord God, You are my barrenness Subduer midst my empty harvest
Thank You for consoling me when in utter frustration I vainly rest
So that I can stand by Your mercy doing my best…
Please smite my pride before it reaches destructive crest.
Lord God, You are my barrenness Subduer midst my self-inflicted bondage
Thank You for chaining me to Your freedom cord against doubt-rampage
So that I can stay in Your deliverance of no wastage…
Please revive me as I cleave to You, away from soul-damage.
March 10, 2023
A mother moans and bleeds
as tiny perfect feet
are swept downstream
motherless, unseen.
Plastic bag trashed with Life,
Placenta, - water borne
Small death-barge beached,
shipwreck complete.
And yes, it makes nonsense
to roll and tip wastage
bowled cold in sea
awash with bags -
unchecked, they won't decay.
Bottom heavy hidden
hoards face upwards...
broad surface breech
straight into heaven's sight.
No shift from 'No' to 'Yes' -
Angels hear those cries,
due date cut short
by ritualistic
ungodly rights.
Not entitled
to death certificates.
Undeck the family tree,
untie the bows.
the baubles were so pretty!
"The Way, the Truth, the Life"
Born to give life
for all who died-
gave breath to hope,
so resurrection
of tiny ones, deprived,
will give them back
their right to live.
Precious blood election,
no child degradable.
What would you think
If all washed up
on your shore, in your berth
Non-biodegradable?
The please think twice...
At least once more...
God's heart bleeds for baby.
He or she lives
safe in His mind.
Let's heed the need
to walk the talk divine.
Aqua Marine.
Written: 27/12/2019
Posted:Saturday, 16th November, 2024
This life is for our own good
to live right before our maker
trusting in His son Jesus Christ
as our Lord, redeemer and saviour
This is achieved believing absolute fully
on His divinely inspired holy scriptures
to daily set time to read and study
so the living word continually endures
Make time always to kneel in prayer
communing with your father on high
receiving fully His precious promises
for you to fight sin continually till it die
For a day will come in eternity
when sin will be no more at all
clothed in Christ’s righteousness
then will be glad we obey Jesus call
So stay strong in Jesus power
holding firm truly in Christ alone
He that saved you will keep you
for His love is perfectly His own
I Know A Place
I know a place in the rural sector,
close to the bye-pass connector.
five fulvous furrowed fields, each one hectare
measured accurate with tape-protractor,
owned by peasant of rustic character.
Wild weeds yield tiny blooms with sweet nectar.
Dawn dews on grass shine in Sun’s projector.
Happy grasshopper hops : Vibrant vector.
Sparrows- Sterlings chirping : Frolic factor.
Farmer feels free to drive modern tractor.
Ripen crops are taken by collector.
Farmer is developing agriculture on devotion.
He uses the modern system of drip irrigation.
Water wastage arrested on least water consumption.
I know a place where runs ideal cultivation
honouring utmost Nature’s contribution.
05/23/23
Title chosen ‘ I know a place.’
This or That Vol. 18
Contest by Edward Ibeh
Natural hairs capture soul;
holds to grow affection whole,
promotes cultural value-
what its heritage ensue.
Girl and mother are within,
each tale of the new bumpkin,
on their own to tell children,
how they started using pen
In place of popular quill,
not considering its bill,
so far it is good to eyes
than trying to improvise...
In usage to pen's trouble:
is refill its ink- double
portion quill's pot left fully-
wet, dark and cool yet amply!
Oh women! women! women!
why not natural like men?
rarely would you ever be.
don't you admire been so free?
How time tempts patience to fix:
nails, eyes lashes, hair depicts
urge for fashion cum beauty,
more to neglect home duty.
Yet fades in no time better
the worth of being stress petter,
before subsequent one calls,
while the current one's point falls¡
To waste more time than usual,
which should build individual
to selfless service like Ruth,
during the days of her youth.
Though, fashion no doubt is cool,
but much fondly of jewel
can bring wastage to time than
money, cum choice to have plan.
Just to look so beautiful,
shouldn't take that much amble
to show the aesthetic wealth,
rather invest more on health.
Walk for everyday workout,
better than fashion hangout:
solely on compliment's tale,
which hurts when drunk of its ale.
For its high expectation,
continuous admiration-
fades in no time with epoch,
accounting enough havoc!
September 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 31-33
Key Verse – Ezekiel 31:10 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Because thou hast lifted up thyself in height, and he hath shot up his top among the thick boughs, and his heart is lifted up in his height.
FAITH IN GOD WHO WARNS US AGAINST LIFTING UP OURSELVES
God warns us against lifting up ourselves toward vanity
By His authority humbling our being haughty
To make us dependent on Him midst sincerity
With faith that believes in His salvation-certainty.
God warns us against lifting up ourselves toward perversion
By His truth enforcing His compassion
To lead us choose what is right midst Scriptural decision
With faith that seeks heavenly vision.
God warns us against lifting up ourselves toward worldliness-flight
By His guidance ushering through His light
To keep us satisfied in His grace with delight
With faith that clings to His Word along prayer-plight.
God warns us against lifting up ourselves toward hurting woes
By His admonition protecting us from sorrows
To teach us become wise in overcoming foes
With faith that glows through His blessing-flows.
God warns us against lifting up ourselves toward brokenness
By His compassion healing our guilt’s ailment-soreness
To forgive us of our confessed sinfulness and selfishness
With faith that cleaves to His graciousness.
God warns us against lifting up ourselves toward afflicting pain
By His protection securing us under His reign
To make us hide in His care midst hopelessness-strain
With faith that encloses us around His provisions’ gain.
God warns us against lifting up ourselves toward wastage
By His principles counselling us for our stewardship advantage
To make us serve Him joyfully along eternal divine wage
With faith that functions by His powerful usage.
September 9, 2025
July 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 43-47
Key Verse – Jeremiah 46:28 Fear thou not, O Jacob my servant, saith the LORD: for I am with thee; for I will make a full end of all the nations whither I have driven thee: but I will not make a full end of thee, but correct thee in measure; yet will I not leave thee wholly unpunished.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CORRECTION STANDARD
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst snares of iniquity around transgression-captivity
Thank You for keeping me within Your pardon of wondrous serenity
Along Your driving sovereign authority
For my enjoyment in Your promised eternal security.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst evil wickedness
Thank You for leading me to walk upon Your statutes’ truthfulness
Along Your sanctifying holiness
For my righteousness against worldliness’ destructiveness.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst corruption’s consumption and filthiness' abomination
Thank You for disciplining me of my disobedience with Your compassion
Along Your exhorting admonition
For my victory by Your purification to involve in Your great commission.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst threats against vow-performance
Thank You for nourishing me with Your sustenance
Along Your watchful guidance
For my warning from being a failure due to vain arrogance.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst woe and sorrow-caused sighing
Thank You for shielding me so in Your perfect will, I’ll keep on staying
Along Your caring comfort and concern in my moments of crying
For my courage to face challenges, grievously trying.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst desolation’s wastage of rejection voltage
Thank You for saving me from hell-fire damage and eternal hostage
Along Your ready provision against calamity’s shortage
For my peace while savouring Your granted everlasting heritage.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst fear’s torture as well as deceit's culture
Thank You for purifying me with Your forgiveness-nurture
Along Your perfect Word of sin-smiting gesture
For my triumph in soaring toward faith-venture.
July 31, 2023
I would not blame you.
Everyone has own freedom to judge according to one's own intellect.
Blamegame is just a waste of time there. Wastage of energy and time.
I love you when you really try to understand.
It rarely happens, and I do not want to make it a habit of mine.
"What is wrong?", You sounded calm and curious.
It's a conceptual question which is tangling me with my whole life
And leaving me nowhere but feeling angry.
I am feeling helpless and hopeless with my bundle of emotions.
People loved people. People faught against people.
People preached. People caused bloodshed.
It is all about people.
Good people, bad people. It is all about them.
They died.Time replaced them with another set.
And the setting continued.
And I felt this diffused, clouded smoke of thoughts
Is almost bursting my head, bursting my brain.
The same brain which loved to think, "First she loved a tree."
"What happened?" You asked again.
"Nothing." I kissed you gently."Good night."
I did not feel like talking.
Round Rock, Texas, 11-3-2019