Love, Mercy, Grace,
Light, Truth, Righteousness,
Power, Strength, Refuge,
Sovereign, Eternal, Holy,
Near, Present, Faithful,
Defender, Helper, Salvation,
Shepherd, Judge, King,
Spirit, Living, and Unique.
Trust Him.
Obey Him.
Serve Him.
Love Him.
Worship Him.
I tried to run,
I tried to hide.
He chased me down,
He took my pride.
Make me humble,
Every step of the way.
I don’t deserve it,
But I get it anyway.
Just let it go,
It’s not up to me.
What’s it gonna take
For us to break bread together?
To love one another
As He has loved us?
Starting little fires,
Here and there.
Fruit of salvation
Delivered to the masses.
10/7/25
Guide my steps,
Guided and measured.
According to Your pace,
Your glory and grace.
No fear with You
I know you’re in control.
Where my feet may fail
I know you never will.
Incomplete is not of God.
Unfinished is not of God.
Spirit of lack is not of God.
Coming undone is of God.
He’ll undo the worst,
He’ll make it the best.
Pulled apart by the flesh,
God will give refresh.
Better than before,
Better than we can imagine.
Less is more and more is less.
Better than before.
God shows up on time.
God works in due time.
But water the earth
For this new birth.
10/8/25
Hold my hand
As I uphold your love.
Peace is jolly good,
We toil for food.
Blessed are you,
Lord our God.
King of the universe,
Who brings forth
Our daily bread.
THE LOVE OF MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL
Sound familiar?
The color of GOLD is The Man Of Sin's Worship!
Look familiar?
YOU CASTED OUT DEMONS IN HIS NAME BUT YOU NEVER KNEW HIM . . . I DID!
TO FOLLOW HIM NOW - DON'T FOLLOW THE MONEY (POWER), FOLLOW YOUR LOVE (FAMILY) !!!
TRUST WHAT YOUR HEART TELL YOU!
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Worshippers-
Trust, pray and believe,
Love receive. XXXX
(3-5-3).
Ten thousand years, to where she'd stood
rich men conveyed their livelihood
In lieu of gifts, they brought cashiers
to where she'd stood ten thousand years
The sand around the desert shifts,
they brought cashiers, in lieu of gifts
Where Ra once dwelt on sacred ground,
the desert shifts the sand around
Before the Sphinx, the Pharoah's knelt
on sacred ground, where Ra once dwelt
then, chained by Temu's hammered links,
the Pharoah's knelt before the Sphinx
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
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