November 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 7-8
Key Verse – John 7:21 Jesus answered and said unto them, I have done one work, and ye all marvel.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS MARVELOUS WORK
Praise be to God for His marvelous work that makes us:
Uncover His ways
Understand His will
Unwavering in His work
Undaunting in His wisdom
Unashamed due to His worth
Undoubtful because of His Word
Unfaltering thru His workmanship
Unswerving along His watchfulness
John 8:1-2 Praise be to the Lord for teaching us to:
Exhort us to progress through His power
Encourage us along His precepts
Expose us to His performance
Examine our prayerfulness
Enrich us by His principles
Evaluate our personality
Eschew pride
John 8:31 Praise be to the Saviour for enabling us
to continue in His Word, while:
Victorious in His discipleship
Valiant against discouragements
Vanquishing disobedience and doubts
Valuing His direction midst dependence
Vibrant to do duties with diligence and dedication. Amen!
November 6, 2024
Small giraffe,
Short caterpillar,
Slow cheetah,
Shy lion,
Plain peacock,
Serious puppy,
Energetic cat,
Whimsical snake,
Gauche deer,
Undaunting shark,
Rough bunny,
Dull butterfly,
We’re all misfits. We’re all different.
Broken forgotten soulless and blind
Love has left I am losing my mind
I hear your words Vibrating in streams
Silent and lovely invading my dreams
Tears stream from the loss of your love
Senseless undaunting you fit like a glove
My silent cries unheard in the night
Unanswered by none you are nowhere in sight
My heart bleeds for you loveless desire
Return please rekindle this heart wrenching fire
Death is my future my souls’ last lamenting cry
Come back to me love before I do die.
Dark dirt dried gray from days of heat waves
Lips once wet no longer moist dry cough
Replaced the once sweetest voice
And I lie beaten remembering your words my love
How I fell for such trickery I shall never know
Love is now a four letter word like Hell, Vile
Undaunting shadows of you and I emptiness
A void crippling a heavy weight upon my soul
You should feel proud of your ugliness
For you who knew so much have taught me so little
And now I know that ugly goes straight to the bone
You a most formidable ally are a disgusting turd
Had I the strength to speak I would be telling you this
In person. But my weakened state of rejection
Will not allow it st this time. I pray for rain to revive
My wilted dehydrated form so I may rise again
And root myself and become saturated and moist
And speak loud and you will hear my words.
And I will stand out from the rest for I rose from
Your web of pain and overcame it all.
I am the ruler of my own destiny you have lost.
Moist with evenfall
A scented flower in full bloom
Breaking July’s last darkness
Its murmuration
In absence
Like silence in a broken glass
Rippling echoes
Penetrating
Through ephemeral shadows
Spilling letters
And undaunting rhythms
Too dense to stifle
But I believe in amber
Carnations and white roses
Pink sunsets and blue noon moons
And your unquestionable presence
Under this galaxy of stars
Against the recurring tides
How long will your light hold?
And your drifting song linger?
Without strings and ambience
So
Will you seize my wish?
and build with me
You drifting song,
August Crush.
Once I held you close
My dear sweet loveless soul
So rigid cold jagged your
Edges left unrepairable scars
Tears caress my cheeks
Lingering in the fine lines
Of age so dimly left by time
But it was always you
Every dream every plan
You were just deaf to
My words my meaning
Distance blackened my heart
At times I felt dead
But until your ashes
Filtered through my hand
Despair disjointed tenderness
No longer alive and well
Or was it ever?
If but Love would it have
Died as fast as you?
I ask but I cannot answer
For I do not know
Lonely despair and emptiness
A void left unfilled
Miracles are madness
Faith is undaunting
Hope is but a glimmer
Of the next light of day.
I put on a mask to shroud my care,
I pull it away when no one is there
Yet behind my mask my feelings I share
A secret existing between me and the air
Yet this mask has features and clues
Of what really shakes my soul at its truth
When all resources are exhausted and used
I turn to my mask for the path that I choose
When my mind has a quest or a wanting
The face of my mask bears its feeling flaunting
But when it's confusion in my mind haunting
My mask bears uncertainty in its grimace undaunting
Yet when sorrow has filled my heart
It is my mask to play its biggest part
To hide my sadness in the shadow of art
Until the moment expires and the sorrow departs
My mask hides the age that I look
While others ages can be read like books
They wear their masks like walls with hooks
That falls to the ground when emotions are shook
Take a look behind my mask to see
If the reflection I cast is really me
As if to glance and charge a fee
To find what is there is not to be
Does my mask really have any feelings
Does it go about its way with nonchalant dealings
Does it strip away emotions like peelings
As if to mask a wound in the process of healing
Further days are passing, lapsing long
Upsetting to unbecoming
At dawn, always loneliness undaunting
That continues on...
By inward breaking in
Will it ever come to fruitions end
The offsetting, untiming, to complete unnerving
This I ask myself, as the sun and I are quickly becoming
Sinking, drowning friends
Deep into each others night of nexus, merciless and unrelenting
The drag of it, an exasperating friction exhausting
By this not forgetting, beneath the spotlight of a taunting moon
As too soon, again the beginning
Of, the into giving
Another phase unto going through
And hence, once again to my own undoing
Upon this orb I do not move, but yet I am spinning, drifting
With a consequence left of, more of nothing, more
But, creeping cracks eroding, what once was forever yours
Of this tattered soul, that now must face its first inquisition heartbreaking
About a love in a tilted world, serendipitous it seems, only when it's still
Or, a branding upon a human’s fragile heart
With "why's" which one will never be fully comprehending
Or rather a hope that may never even be fulfilled
Undaunting corner,
The edge, the fringe,
The listless days’ observer,
Humming visions astringe.
Silence of no rest,
Unmoving soul trembling within,
Of the room’s unending test,
Failing, unfeeling the unforgiving sin.
So looking out the slitting light,
Like a crevice above the fogging abyss,
Eyes laying upon the untamed sight,
My room indeed I will not miss.
The nature restrained not,
Hovering at window glass,
Wishing I could grow like weeds unfought,
And relinquish binding ropes at last.
Pressing touch to icy barrier,
Holding I from ceaseless bright,
Desiring the unseen savior,
To ascend me above, an unstrung kite.
A beautiful couch, dusted entirely; five gentle hearts insist. Just kids, learning, moving, now
overturning pillows-- quite riot, so teriffic--undaunting: Victory will expand young's zodiac.
That love of nature
made me eagerly explore
everything that was truly beautiful;
and hiking in those dense woods,
its secret wasn't to be kept...
I had no name for the wild-flowers,
only for the hydras along a brook,
but the unicorn plants
didn't seem to belong there...
As I went deeper into it,
even my footsteps echoed
through an air of suspense;
and the vulnerable shrikes
fled from the voltures,
so did the accipiters
seeking out the help of the eagles,
undaunting eagles gone to the sunny skies...
Adventure,in the truest sense of the word,
was a passion I couldn't renounce...
and it came to life through search and silence;
and who could be feeling alone in the wild,
when the harmonious sounds responded
to a curious and intuitive mind?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
It is the seeker, not the sought,
it is the singer, not the wrought,
who travels on in wearies caught,
and stresses not with daily ill.
It is the master of the will,
that reaches up to heaven's throng.
It is the soul's undaunting till,
that finds the truth in His belong.