ever that it is time
for the harvest.
The very force
and desperation
of satan’s attack
is evidence of it.
By keeping us confused,
focused on the negative,
and complacent,
satan is actively trying
to steal the pious men’s
choicest fruit of
love andvirtues.
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The understanding
is one of thecrowning achievementsof human civilization.It is the result ofa very longhistoricaljourney throughand beyond farless satisfactoryvisionsof human moralobligation.
Sustain and restore me.
to the power of God.Rebuild all my damaged areas.Heal my body.Touch my mindand my emotions.Make me whole.I want to be happy.Please touch mewith your holy hand.I am sure i will be healed now.
The object of faith is the truth.
the food of intelligence, but the truth.It is a truth that assimilates andnot a truth that is assimilated.It is not an abstract truththat feeds the mind alone.The truth that a spiritual manseeks is the whole truth,reality, existenceand essence together,which can be embraced and loved.One comes to illuminationby the grace of God in faith.
We overcome
because of thetestimony of ourFAITH in Him.We do not have toDO anything to overcomewe are overcomersbecause of whatChrist had doneon our account.
The ‘valley of
of death’ thatthe Psalmistspeaks ofis a commonexperiencebecause sufferingis all-too realfor believers.Yet, when ourfaith is tested,it is our faiththat must standup against thetemptation to give in.(Ref. to Psalm 23)
You are born in love.
Love is your natural state.Hatred and evilare from the powersof darknesswho likes todevour you.
Touches Great Poets,
As the hand writes,
The heart feels,
All the delights,
All the hurts,
That ever were,
And from some unknown zone,
A new life is born,
Out of happiness or despair.
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Tonight,
And day is no longer day,I will think of youAnd cry.Long ago,We were togetherIn one single breath and sighNot a cloud, no stormy weatherJust one deep and gentle smile.Yes,We only had each other,Like the sea its loving moon,We lived only for each otherHappiness,Was it too soon?Now the Night has only shadowsAnd the sea’s without its…
Lingering light,
The approach was right,The outcome, painfully,Subjective,One sided, so divided,As the Earth is from the Sea.And as I walked away,Not knowing what to say,There, was this light within me,Always there,Not letting up,Lingering, so painfully,A sentimental journey,Of a love never to be,But still vividly burning,Deep, inside of me.
I have loved you in the silence,
And I’ve loved you in the secret,Hidden cave of my delight,And I never, never told you,But you never, never, asked,Why whenever I would hold you,Time just didn’t seem to last,For there was no painful present,And no memories of the past,And the only thing that mattered,Was that you were mine, at last.
Disturbing and pleasing,
Once tasted,Necessity, tugsAs a MustAnd you crave itsBiting, lust,That serenades,The dustWe are allMade of.
We know so much
So muchAnd yet,We still haven’tLearnedHow to get alongPrisoners and slavesOf our primitive passionsLimiting,The scopeOf inner compassion..
What do we love,
It’s not only their face,It’s not only their eyes,Above all it’s the Soul,That shines, identifies,And silently signifies,Love’s mysterious, flowing tide.