Stone Idol Worship
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She gives me heavy stones to carry,
and from the other cliff,
she calls for me to hurry across
a swaying old rope bridge.
"I've shrines to build and pujas to sing
to my dearest Hindu dieties,
flowers, and hotras, pleasing spices to offer
before the daylight ends."
And as she calls the wind blows hard
through the darkening chasm yawn.
Braids of the bridge squeak from the strain.
I shudder, and chillingly creep along.
Step forward now in a brand-new way,
Encourage yourself as David did say.
The balancing acts, the burdens we bear,
With weights in our hands, will soon vanish in air.
As we worship Him, He steadies our path,
Guiding us gently, withholding His wrath.
Jehovah Jeriah, Rapha, Nissi -
In His Grace and Blood, we walk freely.
We are pressing through, we are coming strong,
We are overcomers, that’s where we belong.
With divine wisdom, re-arrange the ruins,
Transforming lives and cities, breaking chains.
Build a new, for miracles draw near,
On our path, manifestations, will soon appear.
Listen closely to your heartbeat’s sound,
Let your uniqueness be truly unbound.
We are stepping forward, no longer delayed,
In purpose and power, divinely arrayed.
Hear God’s shout across the skies,
Calling your name - no more surprise.
Come Forth! He says, with a rocking voice,
Foundations stir, they know His holy voice,
Let the miraculous realm arise,
A flood of wonder before your eyes.
A new unction-oil begins to pour,
From heaven’s gate to your troubled soul.
It will replace the sigh with song,
A shout of praise where hearts belong.
Speak His Name - Jesus, Jesus,
Healing flows, it never leaves us.
Don’t wait until the war is done,
Shout now, the victory’s won!
Lift your voice, let triumph ring,
Even as saints and angels sing.
Come to the Table, take your place,
There’s full provision, boundless grace.
For all we need, so rest in Him and go,
Peace is found in Him - we’re made to glow.
So keep on worshipping, don’t cease,
Till high places fall, and hearts find peace.
Joy of the Lord is my strength
Humble in His sight I am weak
Following the Christ in me
Worshipping on my knees
Falling down on my face
Walking in truth and grace
Not a religious trick but
It’s about the relationship
In the valley He walks beside me
He sits at the table with me
In the presence of my enemies
For thou art with me (Psa23)
Life more abundantly comes
To those who choose to follow Him
God’s ways are a wonderful mystery
Trust He weaves a beautiful tapestry
Lord of hosts
King of glory (Psa24:10)
Tender mercies
Lovingkindnesses (Psa25:6)
(Written by ScottM 8/1 Praise the Lord)
The olive garden to prepare.
With Zebedee’s sons and Peter
He prayed for the cup to pass,
Your will be done
Not mine.
Take this cup from me?
Yet not my will, but yours be done.
Point of death, the hour is here.
Fast asleep under the trees.
Vision of Isaac being prepared,
On his knees to be spared.
Sorrow in his soul was deep,
While his followers did sleep.
Hallowed be your name,
Your will be done
Not mine.
Without sin to confess.
Spirit is willing, but the flesh…
Visitation from angels,
Strengthening his agony.
Came to a place of trust.
Fully willing, he must.
Great drops of blood fallen.
Sleep on now unto rest.
Betrayed into hands of sinners,
Chief priests of the rest.
Shall kiss, that same is he.
My friend.
(a poem inspired by Jesus in the garden in The Chosen S5E8 and scriptures)
Worship occurs when body and spirit bow,
Offering up and surrendering our will to God,
Realizing that He alone is worthy of my
Solemn expressions of love and submission.
His Holiness and Grace are acknowledged.
I am accepted because of Jesus' sacrifice.
Praise should follow my worship.
Follow my light
Follow my love
The name of Jesus
Break everything
That comes in between
God grace and gratitude
Believe in the Beatitudes
Good blessings fall from the sky
Need not ask the reason why
Good blessings are from heaven above
Hope flies higher on the wings of the dove
God is good
Will you take your time
with this heart of mine?
Would you do me a favor
and send me the savior?
His mercy and kindness
Heals my blindness
I will walk with him forever
His light is much better
Than mine
With my arms spread wide
I run to you
(A poem by ScottM June 13, 2025)
Joy
I find joy
in worshipping
the Lord
singing hymns
reading His
word
and praying
The sodium street lights
Your few striped freckles
The makeshift tattoo on my palm
A couple? Never. It's always been a triple or even a single at best,
A circle of medics healing medics.
This distortion is fine
It's a revolution of entrancing revolts.
Relics ignite for every star in the ground,
Scattered upon my brain.
To my pressed, dear, deadest flowers...
You keep leaving me out!
Crystalise for me, so I can die again for you.
My precious opalite,
Your purity is a miracle.
My beloved flaked obsidian,
Your impurity is a fiasco.
Both are much to be worshipped.
But now what am I to you>
The myriad, or the clone?
You keep me enshrined.
You rekindle yourself.
You say the circle is perfect, but it ends 4 corners behind.
I guess I'm only history.
Set me alight
If you dare.
You have no equal. (1)
You have no rival. (1)
For God so loved.
He is lifted above.
Don’t let the moment pass.
Bring all you have.
Lay it down at His feet.
Your needs He will meet.
His anointing is sufficiency.
Step into His glory.
Edify brothers and sisters.
Obedience of the master.
For God we thirst.
In God we trust.
With God we love.
Through God we live.
We are saved by grace.
Fear has no place.
Taste the heavenly gift. (2)
Taste the good word of God. (2)
Rejoice in His love.
That love from above.
Sent by the perfect dove.
My soul is where it grows.
Love is seed I hold.
My soil is in the fold.
He is the gate.
I am His lamb.
Let Him hear me sing.
Praises to the king.
A new song and a new thing.
I thank you, Father.
(A poem by ScottM, written in church 5/25/2025 praise tapdig com)
footnotes:
(1) “What A Beautiful Name” by Hillsong Worship 2016
(2) Hebrews 6:4-5
During the worst storms, when the heart mourns and warns, there comes a hope for more, hope for love that is beyond our knowing, love that is overflowing, love that is soundlessly growing ~~~ by the author
The wind sings of silent visions,
listening to what is meant for her,
the longings of a night’s revisions,
kissing away the shadows, the fears.
The rain breathes in stillness, gentle,
soothing away the pain and regret,
blessing the souls who’re sentimental,
reminding that He provides for each one.
The thunder booms, vibrating the skies,
teaching the spirit to believe,
even though one falls, soon they arise,
knowing the wonder of God’s fortifying.
The storm doesn’t cease until time reveals
the story of a heart who is fulfilled,
the song being sung is a song who surely heals,
teaching the spirit that love is God’s will.
When the weather leaves it’s note of conviction,
the night sings of dark’s infection,
there comes One who leaves no contradiction,
He is the reason I’m ever grateful…
For without His love, I’d be lost – dissuaded
from the beautiful hope His light persuaded.
In a dream
being chauffeured
to where? I do not know
where? the silence stifling
still as the night,
stars glowing…
but the chauffeur, driving
heedless to my faith –
Jesus is dead, he speaks
like a bullhorn
going off in my mind,
grief surrounds me
but the dream comes to life…
“He is ALIVE!”
I say it, my voice amplified
WHO IS THIS MAN?
my mind enters the war
with his spirit – evil words
a dark that won’t heal
a world filled with sorrow
pain and so much horror!
“HE IS ALIVE!”
my voice doesn’t tremble
I am at war, the shield will defend me.
“He is ALIVE!”
“He is ALIVE!”
“HE IS ALIVE!”
And, that is how it ends
I wake up, speaking, announcing
to the dawn…
He lives and so I can smile!
the chauffeur is a liar…
His love invigorates my life
His light flows through the dark,
quieting the fears,
wiping away the tears
He’ll always be here – always
He is ALIVE and I can survive
because He is mine,
this Jesus who will never die.
Oh, how that chauffeur lied!
Be the bride that loves him
In living water we learn to swim
Bouquet of lily of the valley
A bridegroom’s gift has he
The ones with hurts in their hearts
A wedding banquet he imparts
Out of the mire, set on fire
Oil in lamp, tent makes camp
The true words of God
The truth comes inside
Revival in the thoughts
Knowing I’ve been bought
Dandelion roots with roses on the bloom
Jewels of obedience in love with the groom
Peace and love fill the air Holy
Encountering His presence fully
(A poem by ScottM 4/28/2025 praise tapdig com)
2 Corinthians 5
7 for we walk by faith, not by sight. 8 Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.
Jesus did not say "worship me," but rather "follow me,"
a vast difference, like a sunrise that illuminates the path,
one gives you the power to rise, to fly with the wings of your soul,
the other binds you with unseen chains, keeping you captive in the dungeon of worship,
for following him is a path of light, a journey of liberation,
where each step becomes a dance of self-discovery,
while worship blinds, bringing you to your knees before an idol,
forgetting that the divine lives within you, that you are part of the heavens,
imagine the path as a journey of an open heart,
where love is born from action, not from blind submission,
to follow means to grow, to become whole beyond fear,
to worship means to remain in the shadow of your own doubts,
so choose to walk the path of freedom, to embrace your being,
for Jesus said "follow me" to bring you into the light,
to show you how to love unconditionally, to truly live,
in a world where each soul is a rainbow in the divine ocean.
Rest in His grace, breathe in His light
softly glowing through the spirit
who knows Him as the way, the truth, the life
realize, beyond this world, there is eternity
a whisper of His love, His peace
found in the Savior, the One we know is everything we need
Rest in His gentleness, a song of faith
brought to hearts who hear His voice
souls who know the One who writes our name
inside the Lamb’s book of life – He’s our soul sacrifice!
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