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August 14 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 7-9
Key Verse – Jeremiah 7:2 Stand in the gate of the LORD's house, and proclaim there this word, and say, Hear the word of the LORD, all ye of Judah, that enter in at these gates to worship the LORD.
HEART THAT WORSHIPS THE LORD
Our heart worships the Lord through His favour
As He besieges us by His compassion’s fervour
To teach us His truth of knowledge-savour
For our faith to be strong toward holy endeavour.
Our heart worships the Lord through His wisdom
As He conquers us for His righteousness’ kingdom
To train us by His Word of prudence-freedom
For our minds to be illumined toward divine Christendom.
Our heart worships the Lord through His instruction
As He leads us by His direction’s perfection
To control us with His sovereignty-function
For our will to be surrendered toward heavenly action.
Our heart worships the Lord through His light
As He revives us by His power’s might
To use us according to His desire-delight
For our worth to be valuable toward eternal flight.
Our heart worships the Lord through His fellowship
As He welcomes us to His friendship’s relationship
To nourish us with His authority-leadership
For our effectiveness to be fruitful toward faithful stewardship.
Our heart worships the Lord through His blessing
As He provides for us by His goodness’ enforcing
To satisfy us with His supply-embracing
For our gratefulness to be constant toward worshipful praising.
Our heart worships the Lord through His presence
As He meets us with His love’s iridescence
To assure us about His promise-affluence
For our trust to be steadfast toward prayerful influence.
August 14, 2026
Chill confines a diary of absence
as September keyholes a papered wall.
A smirk tears a face--escapee silence
--styles wall with nothingness, dead ends AWOL.
A bottle of spent wealth parlays about ...
tangled weaves justify the performance.
Pebble leather worships darkly, blacks-out
a ghosted pundit building blocks, mischance.
Cold fashions the well, tilt pour sands reserves.
Alas, pitched secrets facades of falsehood,
its prisoner scopes round a war of words,
sheathed arrogance knells myPhone, knock on wood.
Crinkled gone days lay ... flattery goes on.
Scrawled lines drown, looming voice curts; "My Dear John".
Confronting betrayal midst guilt admission
my soul accepts God’s instruction*
never redefining it based on my notion...
I'm warned of such wrong commotion
that can lead to my destruction---
Such gives my spirit peaceful jubilation!
Battling against conscience when holiness does shine
my soul succumbs to God’s design
stopping to pursue after my selfish dream sign...
I should consider that I can't resign
from the tasks to me He did assign---
Such propels my faith toward victory-ensign!
Facing consequence of disobedience when I'm incorrect
my soul is resolved not to neglect God’s project
and not to insist on my own prospect...
I take heed that I don't reject
His best for me in every aspect---
Such enables my servanthood of grand respect!
Overcoming carnal nature of slothfulness as His steward
my soul complies to God’s standard
while yielded to His strength for trust to soar upward...
I acknowledge pride’s pull downward
so I pray for His powerful safeguard---
Such shields my heart from arrogance-hazard!
Confessing total need for the Saviour for revival vigor
my soul worships God along His splendid honor
offering reaching-out deeds out from His loving savor...
I turn against worldly, fleshly ardor
to pursue after heavenly, eternal fervor---
Such frees my will against meaningless endeavor!
*Proverbs 15:33 The fear of the LORD is the instruction of wisdom; and before honour is humility.
April 11, 2018
Edited on April 19, 2022
Rhyme in Didactic form
Featured as one among PS Poems of the week from February 20-26, 2022.
10th place, "Soul Betrayal" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/24/2022.
I have loved like windows love the morning-
quietly, without asking to be noticed,
just hoping someone would open them.
There were nights
when the moon knew more about me
than anyone ever would-
how I curled inward,
folding grief into origami birds,
sending them across invisible winds
toward the edge of forgetting.
I have lost things I never held-
names, chances, whole lives
that might've been mine
in another version of the world.
And yet I still dream in color.
There is a longing
that does not shout
but lingers in doorways
-in the way I hesitate
before saying I'm Fine
It builds altars out of absence
and worships with quiet hands.
But healing,
it does not arrive like spring.
It comes with the slow thaw of winter-
a drip,
a pause,
another drip.
Some days, I am the storm.
Others, the shore that survives it.
I have learned to carry my name
without apology,
to wear my scars
as punctuation marks-
not endings,
but proof that the story moved forward.
And if I ever forget who I am,
let me return to the silence-
not to disappear,
but to listen
to the heartbeat beneath the noise.
We celebrate actors and actresses,
'Cause we all value fakeness.
We put emotional investments
Into mind games of pretend.
We rather live in a fantasy
Than face reality as it is.
So, tell me why we earn money
Through simply being part of subtle slavery?
All while the world worships
People pretending to be greater than you or me,
Here we are left wondering,
"Why is the world not how it could be?"
We celebrate leaders and even losers,
'Cause we only cheer for the views we share.
We put all of our faith
Into those with minds like a wraith.
We rather observe until there comes a big scare,
Instead of being aware of what lingers in the air.
Tell me then, why the rest of us
Are treated as even less than peasants?
Sadly, others have had greater presence.
All while the world goes on,
Some only live in misery and suffering.
Why oh why can't we instead celebrate one another?
I worship you
like the sun worships the moon
like the Star Of Bethlehem on high
Inside this Holy Temple, I call my heart
I worship you ...
from the rivers of Jordan to a basin of shared water
you send quivers down my spine, every time you
call me daughter...
I worship you
like the sun worships the moon
like the Star Of Bethlehem on high
Inside this Holy Temple, I call my heart
I worship you...
From Capernaum to Jerusalem
you came riding on a colt with a great Hosanna high
Oh how I tremble how I shudder every time you
call me son...
I worship you
like the sun worships the moon
like the Star Of Bethlehem on high
Inside this Holy Temple, I call my heart
I worship you ...
Feb 19, 2022
These words is my soul I bare to you
With every emotion and passionate flame
Whom I love more each passing new day
Who gives me wings and eager breath
Treasuring every special moment shared
Over the moon and back
My heart it worships you in every way
Frosted sparkling jewels glistening
with your sun rays
Over the beauteous Aegean seas of old
Flashing silver gleams
Destiny forever sings
The music of our hearts and love
Dreams always a songbird whistles
In a faraway tune
Far away the splendid dreams of tomorrow
Destiny holds me close to your heart
As love holds me close with your kiss
Darling love to die in those velvet arms
A thousand deaths of forever
To be held always until the end
When our spirits fly without wings
And join forever love
In the mezmerizing moment
Of triumphant joy
A new song begins
In the hall of eternal beauty
When heavens bells will ring.
A co write Mustapha Mohammed and Liam Mc Daid
he stores his grapes
and warehouses his
wine
he grapples with men
and has concubines
his mighty hands
grasps these men
his strength so strong
it comes from within
might he fight
and stand jis ground
folk shall come from all around
his down fall
shall come
from a whore
the one his son
worships and adores
he to is caught
in her spell
she divides their loyalties
but who can tell
wet behind their ears
they whisper words
speakest not
of what he's heard
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
he ye great
wrest upon the shores
fallen, fallen Babylon the great has fallen
comest out of her
the men then rejoice
she makest them sin
they comest in her together
lest they know-est till
she speaks of he
he who hast
been with her
the night before
lest you take part
in her sinful ways again
fallen, fallen
the all the men have fallen
take part of
her sins never again
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
greet her as friend
the concubine is gone
Sooth this irrational rage resplendent in its affliction
See through the foolish drawls that make up my surrounding core
Understand I see each flaw of mine in light of your brilliance
Not to compare yours to my worth as wretches do thrash in vain,
But to mold along your own tapestries,
And rightfully, in threads of gold, sustain
Oh, can it be as I request your stay,
That you are truly aware of the magic in your poetic sway
Of a life so drawn to the scaffolds of your welcoming mind
To see its dream, structure, and its whole, combined
It must be so, oh enthralling writer,
That we see through lenses reflecting all shimmers of might
Sifting and searching beneath all shades of blue
To find our reflections have touched surfaces we still yet discover
Within myself and you
And my love, it must be so,
That in your makings, your labors, your loves
I find myself not only nearer, but clearer,
As this budding rose no longer wavers in irksome winds of her doubt
Tremoring in such loathsome drawls birthed by some distant, parched earth
You, in your magic, cultivate and reward such growth
So that this rose ever rejoices her new mirth,
And with your sure, steadfast direction,
Out the very canals that gush your soul’s purpose
You seed her worth, feed her worth, and know her worth
Just as she worships yours
A friend to her, for decades
from the innocence of children
to the adventures of teenagers
and even the stupidity of best friends
all well shared and enjoyed
to a point the gods ask why the wait
and beg for the next level.
He sees all the possibilities
to make her the care-taker of his heart.
Thinking he's the only one with eyes open
he made his confession
attached with an honest recommendation
to his amazement
she looked at him and said
"you are so nice, but like a brother to me'.
Switching to the next damsel
who's no where near cold
but soft, tender, meek and charming.
He allows her control the pace
and lets her gentleness maintain the tempo.
Feeds her with poems
and makes her drunk with happiness
with hopes going higher, reaching the moon
she looked at him and said
"sorry! I am not yet ready".
He jumped into the next wagon
having an available space for a beauty
and meets a potential 'second half'
pretty, quiet and an introvert.
Worships her right from day one
letting lose the net of affection,
half in magnitude of his efforts
will strike the tenderness of a millepede
but it got her scared as she looked at him and said
"I just had a heart break; I'm so sorry"
Watering a fresh new flower
growing in a familiar garden just close by,
makes him grow in creativity
as he engage in constant words exchange
and creating wonderful serenity around her.
Huge investments and time well spent
coupled with passionate research
in equipping his machinery of jokes and laughter
sums up his passion and carefulness
in his latest trial which seems worthy of the medal.
Constant updates on his outlook
and becoming the number one specimen for fashion
were not enough as she looked at him and said
"You still have no swag"
So many disappointments
made him stronger, wiser and smarter
not even a forest of wild beast
will make him turn his back
to the beauty and escapades of life.
The moment he tried to pause,
the period he wanted to take a nap;
the Queen bee passed by.
A simple hi and a conversation
led to series of memorable meetings,
having in mind, the worst is a "no"
and her welcoming countenance,
a proof to nothing yet,
he asked with no expectation in mind
then she looked at him and said
"Yes! Sweet heart. I want to be your girl"