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This Woman's Prayer

I pray not for power or place, only for the 
simple grace to look my neighbors in the face.
I seek not for silver or gold but only for the peace of God that brings
contentment to the soul.
I pray for the devotion and virtue of Ruth.
For the wisdom to take kindly the counsel of years and 
gracefully surrender the things of youth.
For the courage of Esther I pray as before the king she 
stood that day.
Father, give me a will and heart to be all you created me to be, and prosper 
my hands to your work accordingly. 
I pray that my life be an example of Proverbs thirty-one.

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Spiritual Workout

Start by warming up daily
with hands lifted in praise.
Running and jumping in
place as the spirit moves.

Drop and give God sixty
Sixty minutes in prayer that is!
This work out is especially good
for the heart as it will strengthen
and bring about eternal life.

Endurance training begins with walking
the straight and narrow.
Mountain climbing after a long walk 
in the valley is also highly recommended.

Begin a weight training program by carrying
his cross and increase to carrying burdens for others!
Such training is excellent for preparing for the final 
foot race to Glory!

Results will be felt and seen immediately if 
soreness or pain are experienced apply a generous 
amount of the Balm of Gilead.

Remember to rest often by leaning on Jesus,and
cool off with showers of blessings.

Before beginning an exercise program always
consult with the Great Physician.

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Sacred Alter

“Teach me to pray,” I ask the Father.
He lovingly said, “Kneel down at my sacred alter”.
Looking around I could not see; where could this sacred alter be?
Then gently he instructed me his sacred alter was my knee.
In that moment it became the Holy of Holies.
Kneeling in humble prayer he assured me he would meet me there.
How sweetly he whispered, “Here you can always find me.
Here I will ever wait for thee, ever listening to hear your hearts plea.
It was with tear filled eyes that I finally understood that God’s alter is not made of 
Stone nor wood, but of a humble spirit and heart of love 



For Brian Strand's contest 
Any 2011 poem

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Kisses of Early Morning Dew

Dew drops like diamonds scattered upon the ground.
        
           Jeweled kisses upon the soft cheek of dawn’s early light.

            Dew kissed roses moistened by nature’s lips.

            Glittering crystalline splinters upon blades of grass

             The fresh face of morning blush’d with the kiss of dew.




contest:Paula Swanson 
 How Due You Dew

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The Ordination a Tribute To My Father

My father was ordained of God to preach his word in
this troubled land, for Jesus he made his stand.
Many times I have heard him tell of a God that could not fail.
He taught each of us children to trust and obey for in this 
world it was easy to go astray.
When my Father preached about the Savior’s love you
 could feel  the Holy Spirit descend from Heaven above.
Each night he would carry us all before the throne of grace
in his quiet secret place.
With tear filled eyes he seemed to make all Heaven
aware, and sometimes till dawn he would tarry there.
Humbly he walked before God and man to fulfill 
God’s great command.

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Broken Faith

traitors breath
                                         love betrayed
                                         broken faith




Lori Lucas McClure
For contest Ellip sponsored by Gigno
2/28/13

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I Can Not Speak To Sacrifice

I can not speak of freedom's struggle to thee, for I have always been free: you gave that right to me.

I can not speak of hard task master's laborious ruin, for I have known none.

I can not speak of blood guts and tears shed to defend the freedom that I hold dear, 

nor to loves selfless sacrifice of laying your life on the line so that I might live mine.

I cannot speak to the haunting sorrow of brothers who on foreign sands bravely made 

freedoms stand, and who bleed and died that our flag could still fly. 

But this I vow to thee never to forget freedoms high price you paid for me and to 

always honor thee by living free.

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Music, Language of Love

Melodious melody of love
                               Lyrical language of the heart
                    Calling continually entwined in loves duet
                          Touched tenderly by life’s opera
                        Musical movements caressing the soul
                    Seraphic song  of the soul a sweet seduction

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My Family Tree

My family tree grew Mount Calvary

As my heavenly Father looked on, they crucified his only son

They pierced his side and his precious blood began to flow

In the shadow of the cross my family tree began to grow

He adopted me as one of his own and made me heir to a kingdom

that someday I will call home

Even now I am beginning to see the Father in me

His royal blood now flows through my veins,

For I’m a blood bought child of the king

Now each time I trace my family tree it always leads me

 back to Mount Calvary.

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Tis Torture and Not Mercy

Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here!
  
 Painfully in reach and yet no power is apt to attain thee. 
 
 What shall then quell passions pursuit? 

Oh heart that yearns for thee alas, such arduous love aroused. 

 Thou oh love alone, can satisfy mine soul’s longing.

Mine heart's own song could not yet free itself from the depths of mine desire for thee.

Every hope is but vain indeed.

I muse at thy enchantments and with bated breath whisper thy name. 

Tis torture true not to hold thee,or caress thy tender cheek with withered hand

False hearted thou wert and yet still thou whispered promised pleasure’s untrue

In silence and tears mine days spent  with the bitter-sweet taste of heaven on mine lips 

and arms that shall never forget.

Tis torture and not mercy, Heaven was here!

written by Lori McClure