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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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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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“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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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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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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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 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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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 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. 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
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