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October 4 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 14-15
Key Verse – Luke 14:27 And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CALLING ME YOUR DISCIPLE
Thank You for calling me Your disciple with Your inviting voice
Since You saved me from hell-fire’s noise
To be genuine in my Christianity-poise
Always esteeming You as my only best choice.
Thank You for calling me Your disciple with Your welcoming gesture
Since You ransomed me from sin-penalty’s capture
To be faithful in my spirituality-venture
Always leaning on You for my steadfast trust-posture.
Thank You for calling me Your disciple with Your caring compassion
Since You redeemed me from transgression-corruption’s destruction
To be kind in my soulwinning function
Always serving You with my committed devotion.
Thank You for calling me Your disciple with Your cleansing holiness
Since You purged me from worldliness-humanism’s filthiness
To be sanctified in my ministry-servanthood zealousness
Always obeying You along my joyful submissiveness.
Thank You for calling me Your disciple with Your cheering encouragement
Since You rescued me from religion-idolatry’s detriment
To be diligent in my stewardship-commitment
Always delighting in You for my pleasant contentment.
Thank You for calling me Your disciple with Your inviting directive
Since You separated me from falsity-deception’s objective
To be wise in my Bible-perspective
Always learning from You despite my being doubtfully negative.
Thank You for calling me Your disciple with Your rewarding blessing
Since You freed me from selfishness-pride’s enclosing
To be generous in my giving-praising
Always trusting You in my productive faith-exercising.
October 4, 2022
Set apart for God* and His teaching
I’m girded in my conviction’s zealousness;
Against indecency and worldliness...
He anchors my faith by constant preaching!
Set apart for God by His sovereignty
I’m uplifted in my humble submission;
Against haughtiness of selfish ambition…
He breaks my pride for me to overcome vanity!
Set apart for God along His wisdom
I’m corrected in my ignorance;
Against deceits’ grand appearance…
He guides my decisions for eternity’s kingdom!
Set apart for God upon His might
I’m propelled in my service-engagement;
Against fruitlessness causing faith’s detriment…
He blesses my labor with His approval’s delight!
*Psalm 4:3 But know that the LORD hath set apart him that is godly for himself: the LORD will hear when I call unto him.
October 1, 2018
October 16th, 2018, A Day At The Market With The Missus
Oft times zee spouse
lingers at select
supermarkets (Landis, Redners,
and/or Wegmans) without me
(figuratively) taking
all the time in the world
allowing this mister to reflect
alone (imaging tubby
a Norwegian bachelor farmer)
toying with this, that, or the
other writing project
sitting facing this
Macbook Pro laptop
within this one
bedroom apartment
comprising a quite
satisfactory unit, sans
Highland Manor Apartments
in the heart
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
reveling in solitude meditating, reading,
or trying valiantly to connect
continuity of words,
always pleasantly surprised
at finished product
(predominantly, asper
hashing out a poem)
with unpredictable captivating aspect
letting thoughts flow as they
may burst asunder
quickly keying
thee elusive threads,
albeit unconcerned
making a typing blunder
mainly focused on
barley distilling, coalescing,
and brewing alphabetic dunder,
when over zealousness
frequently setting wing
to literary creation, which
smug modesty, nonetheless
finds this scrivener to sing
(unwittingly premature
silent ejaculations)
joyus rapturous threnody,
whereat ring around the rosy
abruptly ends caused by
renegade doppelganger quisling
shell shocks yours
truly wear re: eyes
mimic pinball ping
experiencing short lived
(dramatic beaming effusion)
to plummet giving
little attention to proof read,
versus when I indiscriminately fling
an unpolished epistle of Matthew
riddled with glaring mistakes,
aye suddenly feel
embarrassed like a damned ding
bat reprimanding myself
and wrathful madness doth bring!
February 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 24-27
Key Verse – Numbers 24:1 And when Balaam saw that it pleased the LORD to bless Israel, he went not, as at other times, to seek for enchantments, but he set his face toward the wilderness.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING PLEASED TO BLESS ME
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my sincere seeking
According to Your vision’s working
While You open my eyes from blindness of sin-lurking
For me to behold Your truth that deceit is blocking.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my diligent hands
According to Your guiding commands
While You smite my slothfulness of murmuring demands
For me to labour well in Your service-lands.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my devout zealousness
According to Your inspiration’s goodness
While You fire-up my dedication-earnestness
For me to bear fruits of ministry-effectiveness.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my teachable heart
According to Your principled lessons always right from the start
While You uphold my conviction to resist perversions’ dart
For me to stay in Your will, never to depart.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my steadfast spirituality
According to Your strength’s stability
While You empower my resolutions toward eternity
For me to prosper in Your work of life-changing opportunity.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my yielded soul
According to Your mercy’s compassion that makes me whole
While You mold my faith in performing Your assigned role
For me to fulfill my part in Your appointed goal.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my grateful stewardship
According to Your instruction’s directorship
While You harness my skills by Your leadership
For me to live for You with joyful followership in our relationship.
February 3, 2022
Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn write (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically colorful
epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic
of former exuberance toward English
Language..., perhaps other once
vibrantly familiar tongues wagging
less as tempus fugit slithers unseen
stealing most cherished, prized, savored...
commodity set to countdown immediately
post parturition, yet blessed for thee
to be gifted your four score plus four
amazingly graceful journeys celebrating
your existence replete with handmaid's
tales chronicling quotidian trials and
tribulations, yet still adept, buoyant,
cogent, diligent, eloquent, fervent,
gallant, hellbent, intent, jimmying,
kindling, loving, mustering, nursing,
outlasting...Methuselah (ha...if only)
lucid moments nudging awake
memorialized occasions, where once
upon a time (seems bajillion years ago)
innocence concomitant with naivete
throve, wherein unfettered dalliances
found untrammeled lasses and lads
absorbed with natural unbridled virgin
love whispering sweet nothings strictly
for respective paramour, (this of course
hearsay and speculation) promising each
other moon and stars ah...dusty fading
memories, yours truly can never recount,
(cuz mental illness co-opted, hijacked,
up-ended...adolescent maturation,
whereby agonizing crippling forfeiture jabs
silhouetted illusory oasis peopled with
all the golden opportunities left to wither
on the vine o'mine youth, which mirage
mocks escapist attempt into literary realm
invisible dead poets society regale an
existence bereft (nope, no App could
ever even virtually duplicate (even
approximate) sidelined unrequited love,
and no this marriage yields scant
satisfaction, which fantasy life as
Norwegian bachelor farmer could solve,
where living off the grid could remedy
forever being pennilessness, day late
dollar short dime a dozen dirt poor
dude dulling dufus...that's the news from
my Lake Woebegone...where all the
women...and children above the law
never get reprimanded.
notification of fire evacuation
slated to occur
April 12th, 2018 (between the hours
of 9:00 am and 12 pm) did spur
me to validate Google asper,
that direct object heave ving,
pro noun sub bull, verb bose,
ingenious American historical figure
attired in tailored clothes
careful sans his just keen
liberal mien pro
claiming necessity to doze
when body politik
didst need restorative source
analogous to drained battery expose
zing lack of electricity
mechanisms need did tubby supplied
(in one direction) flows
accorded stealing thunder and lightening
from Zeus where prominence glows
vis a vis via leaving
his tell tale fingerprints
upon flame inextinguishable hose
imprimatur of renown Founding Father,
a one man gifted born
improved quality of life
during Colonial American stage
buttressing forlorn
during his deux score and four years
fledgling United States heed add horn
bequeathing blueprints
(functional contraptions,
posthumous patents procured
after populace did mourn
gadgets kickstarting leveraging more novel
Ongepatshket prescience,
quietly revolutionary,
strikingly timesaving),
utilitarian value shorn
tattered stitched timeless totemic tenets torn
unimagined visionary watershed worn,
where underworld webbed wide world burned
with thermal coupling that churned
ferocious infernos
describing how Hades learned
tubby managed
to maximize efficiency
zealousness zeroed Zyder Zee
in said Netherlands
and hellish hot house turned
into a near utopia (More
or less nsync) with Doubting Thomas's,
where many mortals yearned
to escape corrupt fat cats, sans
those condemned to mortality
found minimally a mew
zing, and doggedly trudged 10,000 leagues
under the sea, entombing
jewels for vernacular speaking Josephine shew
wing scars from fire
that threatened Philadelphians thorough
lee hence, forcing many civilians
to dive vining Davy Jones's locker pre view
in 1736 after swallowing embalming fluid
ha I did "FAKE" you
tubal heave poetic pablum from human zoo!
Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend
of my late father corresponded with me
some years back)
wrote (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically colorful
epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic
of former exuberance toward English
Language..., perhaps other once
vibrantly familiar tongues wagging
less as tempus fugit slithers unseen
stealing most cherished, prized, savored...
commodity set to countdown immediately
post parturition, yet blessed for thee
to be gifted your then four score plus four
amazingly graceful journeys celebrating
your existence replete with handmaid's
tales chronicling quotidian trials and
tribulations, yet still adept, buoyant,
cogent, diligent, eloquent, fervent,
gallant, hellbent, intent, jimmying,
kindling, loving, mustering, nursing,
outlasting...Methuselah (ha...if only)
lucid moments nudging awake
memorialized occasions, where once
upon a time (seems bajillion years ago)
innocence concomitant with naivete
throve, wherein unfettered dalliances
found untrammeled lasses and lads
absorbed with natural unbridled virgin
love – gathering rosebuds while they may
whispering sweet nothings strictly
for respective paramour, (this of course
hearsay and speculation) promising each
other moon and stars ah...dusty fading
memories, yours truly can never recount,
(cuz mental illness co-opted, hijacked,
up-ended...adolescent maturation,
whereby agonizing crippling forfeiture jabs
silhouetted illusory oasis peopled with
all the golden opportunities left to wither
on the vine o'mine youth, which mirage
mocks escapist attempt into literary realm
invisible dead poets society regale an
existence bereft nope, no App could
ever even virtually duplicate (even
approximate) sidelined unrequited love,
and no this marriage yielded scanty
satisfaction, which fantasy life as
Norwegian bachelor farmer
(within mine imagination) solved,
where living off the grid remedied
forever being pennilessness, day late
dollar short dime a dozen dirt poor
dude dulling dufus...that's the news from
my Lake Woebegone...where all the
women...and children above the law
never get reprimanded.
My backslidden soul*, you were converted by GOD’s Word
As shown by your divine growth and testimony ’s record,
But you departed away from that great spiritual cord
Broken by worldly financial and material sword.
Turn to God Who rescues by His grace He can afford!
My prodigal soul, you were so blessed greatly
As the Lord provided for you tremendously,
But you neglected sound principles biblically
That caused your moral downfall fatally.
Turn to God Who can restore you fully!
My wayward soul, you were known to be Christ-honoring
As evidenced by your heavenly walk and divine bearing,
But you embraced humanistic doctrines so devouring,
Making you proud, yet continuing in miserable erring.
Turn to God Who can transform you be God-fearing!
My discouraged soul, you were before an example of zealousness
As seen in your conviction for godly standards and uprightness,
But you despised God’s presence and defied His holiness
While taking for granted prayer and Bible’s effectiveness.
Turn to God Who can bring you to His righteousness!
My unfaithful soul, you were then fulfilling the Great Commission
As proven by your mission-minded pursuits, filled with compassion,
But you failed to stay in the ancient landmarks of faith’s action
By compromising with secularism and liberalism’s motion.
Turn to God Who can plant you on His firm foundation!
My wavering soul, you were a guide to them who found real freedom
As told by those who owe to Christ thru you what they’ve become,
But you forgot the real source of genuine authority and wisdom
When you abandoned the only Way to heavenly kingdom. Turn to God Who invites that to Him you humbly come!
My dear soul, you surely need God with His forgiveness and guidance
As He alone can surely lift you up from your critical imbalance,
Beg on Him to uphold you on His church’s scriptural stance
And to behold you with His loving care by His divine glance.
Turn to God Who can pull you for revival’s sustenance!
*Psalm 6:4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
May 22, 2018
June 1 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 1-4
Key Verse – Job 1:21 And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHOSE NAME IS BLESSED
God is great, and His name is blessed with His presence
Through His righteousness of holiness-license
Surely setting us to dwell in His peace of divine incense
And upholding our faith by His gracious sense.
God is great, and His name is blessed with His Word
Through His truth magnifying Him as Almighty Lord
Surely loading us daily along benefits of compassion-cord
And protecting our faith along His eternal salvation-record.
God is great, and His name is blessed with His victory
Through His sovereignty showing His glory
Surely exhorting us to declare His Gospel story
And strengthening our faith as we worship Him in His sanctuary.
God is great, and His name is blessed with His light
Through His Scriptures that proclaim His way so right
Surely illumining us against sinfulness’ blight
And directing our faith toward service-height.
God is great, and His name is blessed with His mercy
Through His redemption for our everlasting welfare’s permanency
Surely enclosing us around His love’s fervency
And nurturing our faith by His instruction’s constancy.
God is great, and His name is blessed with His gladness
Through His peace in our prayer-earnestness
Surely building us up in our ministry-involvement zealousness
And cheering our faith always against gloominess.
God is great, and His name is blessed with His leadership
Through His authority that highlights His offered relationship
Surely securing us within His friendship amidst His fellowship
And increasing our faith by His partnership in our discipleship.
June 1, 2025
May 31 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 7-10
Key Verse – Esther 7:2 And the king said again unto Esther on the second day at the banquet of wine, What is thy petition, queen Esther? and it shall be granted thee: and what is thy request? and it shall be performed, even to the half of the kingdom.
FAITH IN GOD WHO GRANTS
OUR PETITIONS AND REQUESTS
God grants our petitions and requests against curses
Ever ready to strengthen us with His mighty braces
Along His forgiveness for our confessed sin that oppresses
For us to walk by faith which He divinely increases.
God grants our petitions and requests against persecution
Ever steadfast to encourage us with His Scriptural exhortation
Along His Word for our persistent stewardship-function
For us to continue by faith, praising Him with our exaltation.
God grants our petitions and requests against powerlessness
Ever helpful to uphold us with His zealousness
Along His grace for our weakness and feebleness
For us to fulfill by faith our vows with joyfulness.
God grants our petitions and requests against incapacity
Ever caring to govern us with His stability
Along His leadership for our safety and security
For us to trust by faith His promises’ certainty.
God grants our petitions and requests against doubts
Ever generous to supply us with His provision-spouts
Along His answer for our needs to direct us from worry-routes
For us to abide by faith in His will of heavenly whereabouts.
God grants our petitions and requests against dishonor
Ever great to make us worship with His spirituality’s tenor
Along His authority for our service as we obey Him-our life’s Donor
For us to prioritize by faith His kingdom and glory’s honor.
God grants our petitions and requests against discomfort
Ever merciful to cheer us with His compassion-report
Along His love for our souls since He is our only resort
For us to triumph by faith, conquering unbelief’s retort.
May 31, 2025