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Mercy, peace, and love thrive,
Blessings myriad, arrive. Trust pure and sure, Guard close, endure. Deceitful wander and roam, From their hearths, they stray from home. Woe to those who the truth askew, Veil and obscure the view. Instead, be rooted in trust, steadfast, Resolute and true. In love aligned, Hearts entwined. God, eternal and pure, An anchor, sure. In the reach of hopeful hands,
A connection spans, Met with a cold, harsh shove, Pushes back the warmth of love. Tender hearts, with courage bared, Seek solace in souls they dared, Met with walls of stone and lack, Rejected, pushed, their spirits crack. In the silence of the space, Echoes of longing, that familiar embrace, From rejection rise, Lift tear-stained eyes. In the darkness, seeds take root, Resilience blooms, its tender shoot, From every push, a new path found, Hope's sweet sound. So, reach again, with steadfast grace, Though pushed back, still seek your place, For in the dance of push and reach, A symphony of resilience, we each teach. What trust may I find in a breeze's embrace,
Whispering quiet flames' grace, Yearnings' chase, Clad in morrow's garb, yesterday's disgrace. Yearning to become, yet tethered to fate's spin, Dreaming of brighter hues, yet undefined therein, This flesh, once a shrine, now feels worn and thin, I venture where essence begins. That enduring self, untouched by worldly din, Each dawn renews a celestial grin, Shedding this mortal skin becomes as wind, Seeking naught but existence, pure and akin. Recollection fades; where have I been, Inwardly, as the wind, I begin again, To be, without, or within, As the Spirit, the eternal spin. Living life, complex and simple,
Two realms, in contrast’s, ripple. The temporal, ever-shifting guise, Transient fleeting skies. The Eternal as steadfast and true, Never faltering its hue. One realm descends in decay, Darkness prevails in chaos’s sway. The other realm shines, Gathering fragments in His design. One the enemy, leading astray, The Other lights the righteous One’s way. In the dark, we lose our sight, In the eternal, trust is our light. One sows the seeds of despair, God, offers love and care. Choose wisely in this plight, Death and darkness or light. In the clash, our hearts applaud, For one is the vanquished, the other, God. In the spirit, a whispered story,
Its path unknown, yet voice brings glory. Unseen, it moves with great might, A fleeting purpose, the silent night. So too, the soul, reborn divine, Moves unseen, a sacred sign. From where it comes and where it goes, Beyond human comprehension, its essence glows. We, born of spirit, in flight, Invisible breath, in the night. We soar and sing, There, our souls take wing. Mystery unfolds apart from flesh, A riddle unsolved, its depths at rest. Unable to apprehend, unable to see, The spirit's journey, God’s mystery. John 3:8 (NASB 1995) Amidst the trials ordained by divine decree,
The faithful souls, in suffering, find release. For in their anguish, God's will they see, And offer up their souls in boundless peace. Though pain may pierce like thorns in tender flesh, Their hearts, like lilies, bloom with charity. In trials, they find their souls refreshed, As offerings to the faithful deity. For in the furnace of affliction's flame, Their spirits soar on wings of grace untold. Their sacrifice, a testament to His name, In suffering, their love for Him unfolds. So let us, too, in trials fierce and grand, Offer our souls, in charity, to His hand. Hey there, fellow travelers on life's winding road,
Let's glean some wisdom from Colossians' sweet ode! Are you ready for a hearty dose of inspiration and grace? Listen close, my friends, as we journey in this space. Support each other through every twist and turn, In thick and thin, kindness our yearn. Help the struggling, lift the low, Patience with all, an understanding flow. Break negativity's might, Respond with kindness, keep hope in sight. Seek the good in every scene, Watch positivity spread like a dream. But hold tight, there's more to this tale, Sprinkle gratitude, let it never fail. Celebrate blessings, big and small, In every moment, give thanks for all. Keep the lines open to the God above, Through prayer, feel the warmth of His love. Embrace wisdom's call, compassion ignite, In gratitude and faith, take flight. So, fellow travelers, heed this sweet decree, Living in love, rooted in faith's jubilee. With hearts full of thanks, souls intertwined, Journey together with Mr. Love as our guide. Where God's decree is sung,
"Done, done, done," by His mighty tongue, Mankind whispers, "might, might, might," In the shadows of doubt, they take their flight. Love, we have been made complete and pure, Yet man seeks to amend a cure, Flesh presented to God as a prize, Human hands, the ultimate, realized. In Christ, God sought to seal a new kin, From Adam's line, a new life begins, Yet we plead, "Give us time, we'll repair," Ignoring Christ’s toiling as despair. When God proclaims, "It's done, complete," We counter, "Perhaps, in time, we'll meet," But grasp this truth, unwavering and real, In God's love, we're saved, sanctified, sealed. Saved, pure, holy, by His Grace, Perfected, sanctified, in before His face, Heed His word, His deal, For in His love, it’s real. |
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