listen to the prayers of the helpless.
Lean down from your sanctuary.
Listen to the groans of the sick.
Heal the sick who pleads before you.
This is my prayer at midnight.
Look at me your servant
kneeling down before you.
(Graphic: Picture My Thoughts by Myra Johnson)
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Once Satan
man to sinand seizeddominion overthe world fromAdam, heImmediatelybegan toinfect thehuman racewith everyflavour andcolour of evil,which finallyresulted inthe worldwidejudgementof Noah’s flood.
Listen to the words
if you seek happinesshere and hereafterand keep it safely,deeplyin your heart.Live in the way of devotionand never stray away from it.
God’s Eye is watching over me,
God’s Word is giving me speech,God’s Hand is guiding me,God’s Way is stretching before me.(The singular ‘is’ is purposeful)(Reflections on TheDeer’s Song: Lorica Of St. Patrick)
It is
of the diction,the profound loveand longing forthe poet’s loverblossoms withpassion within himjust like a floweropening in the warmrays of the morning sun.(A poem written from the comments of the great Poetess MarieShine)(Graphic: Charlie Rippey saved to Shannae DawnPinterest)
Unlike pagan rites
baptism was not seenas a magical rite thatwas instantly expectedto change a person.Christ’s death andResurrection thatraised, transformedand transfigured himwas the result of dyingmany times before hisdeath on the cross ashe sought to do hisFather’s will despitethe forces of evil.
I am convinced
ever that it is timefor the harvest.The very forceand desperationof satan’s attackis evidence of it.By keeping us confused,focused on the negative,and complacent,satan is actively tryingto steal the pious men’schoicest fruit oflove andvirtues.