Who is high and lifted-up
has adopted all who believe
in the name of His Son,
as His own children,
and has laid out for us,
His eternal plan of salvation
within the pages
of His written Word.
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This blood is not
God’s love andforgiveness.It is in a very realsense God himself,‘by whom all things were made.’
Development of hope
There are four elements:tribulation, perseverance,character and hope.They work togetherin three steps:Tribulation producesperseverance.Perseverance producescharacter.Character produces hope.
I am free and
My body is ahome of well-being.I take a deep breathand every breathgives me strength.
God alone is deserving
great glory, and in verseafter verse of this joyfulpsalm, he pours forthpraise and adoration,as a sacrifice of praiseto our Father in heaven.With each successive verse,we discover more superlativesongs of celebration,that rejoice in the richnessof God’s goodness,the greatness of His power,the wonders of His mightyhand and the glory of His majesty.(Reference to the Psalm 104 of…
We see people
in the world,in our cities,neighborhoods,workplaces,and most devastatingly,in our own familiesturning to counterfeitthis truth of life.Abortion brings deathof the little baby in the womband the deathof peace in the soul.
The words He spoke,
wonders He performed authenticated HisMessianic claims,for all of them wereprophesied of old.He was anointedby the Father topreach the gospelto the poor; to healthe broken-hearted,to preach deliveranceto the captives,to give sight tothe blind and setat liberty thosethat are broken.
Cannot be told
In a single poem,
For Love is the sum
Of all good and intense
Human Feelings
Wrapped into One.
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Lost in, Time
Past, Prime and Present,Seem so long ago.Merely above waterHoping not to drown,Sorrows that slaughterWhen hope is not foundCircle around me,At lonely door pound,Sounds from the pastThat painfully rebound,In emptiness and sadness,In love, that Time has drowned.
We sing, we love,
And sometimes,In a LifetimeWe don’t evenKnow, why.
Lucky are those fascinated,
Exasperated,For not having enough,Of those moments,Elongated,By wonderful stuff,And creative brothers.Fascinated,By periods and people,High up on the scale,Those that ripple,The exciting Sea of Life,With their creativity,Unfolding secrets,Opening new paths,The artistic mysteries,That fascinate even more,As you keep opening of Life,The Secret Door,The amazing creations,Of which you never tier,But want more and more.
In Politics today
Skunks,Pity!But hold onAmericans,If you don’tSee the Truth,Of the manipulationSo inept, by someDon’t be surprisedIf the worstIs yet to come!
I want to say things
I want to make others feel,The Beauty, Love that thisWorld has in its core,That the true Artist can reflect,In painting, poetry, theaterAnd so much more,But, I can’t! For I amToo insignificantly, SmallEven though I’ve tried,Many times before,The true Creative SpiritIs so much more…..
Another World, another place,
Where the heart beats,At happiness rate,And the Sea singsDeep freedom songs,And the Soul knowsIt can’t be wrong.