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I wish to be a much better Christian
by studying scriptures and praying more,
dont want life propaganda in my head
the world is shaking me inside my core,
but we are this a new generation
pouring our hearts out to our Lord,
I dont want to be found to be ignorant
dont know why among us there's discord,

with all the information out here
it only seems to me that its clear
it's a command to love each other
I will call you sister and brother
nows time to lay aside difference
and forgive any of the offence~

I wish to be a better Christian
working positive in my mind always,
so my communication is right
no complaint in mind to further decay,
I will not argue about trivia
its our duty to be encouraging,
fellowship should always be a comfort
with united hearts lets rejoice and sing,

with all the information out here
it only seems to me that its clear
it's a command to love each other
I will call you sister and brother
nows time to lay aside difference
and forgive any of the offence~
 
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defend me oh my Lord thy God
when this wicked world of ungodly people
full of deceit malice envy
thriving on the suffering of others
knocks upon my door
during my darkest hours

keep me save when the storm
of this place surrounds me
wishing to drown me
breath by breath
clinging onto my flesh
tugging me hard into the depths

have mercy upon me oh Lord have mercy
in the name of you Son Jesus Christ
might you fill my lungs
give me strength to keep me afloat
for this tribulation shall pass
and we shall glory rejoice always~
 
I dont like political discord no
I dont like our freedoms smashed,
I dont like being broke I cannot grow
I dont like my voice silenced or bashed,

I like a red white and blue jam cause Uncle Sam I am

listen to our children whom cry aloud
there is hunger right here in this place that cheats,
how can this still be the home of the proud
when our own people live in the streets,

American's lets give a da** cause Uncle Sam I still am

I dont like the national deficit
I dont like illegal immigration,
I dont like the crime rate its so unfit
I dont like whats happened to this nation,

I like some real eggs and ham cause Uncle Sam I am

taxation our paychecks are dying
inflation means we eat rice and beans,
these politicians today are lying
and only smile on camera screens,

American's better give a da** while Uncle Sam I still am
 
my unappreciated sentiments
prevail over me like a cloud storming,
as I sit in among raining verbiage
civility of these thoughts remaining,
sighing heavily at my own glances
not afraid to tug upon these heartstrings,
there is one thing I do know all too well
the music in my soul that makes me sing,

it can be a symphony of colors
like God's painting across an evening sky,
or the calmness of a clear blue ocean
waving at me like it's saying goodbye,
but when someone is all too negative
and I decide to let them hear my mind,
I feel as though I may have wasted breath
when their aloofness is all I can find~
 
Call me wacky, but I really like working in retail. Even with the rude customers, and covid stress I enjoy what I do. Stocking shelves, and merchandising attractive displays are fun activities I get paid for. I even like unloading the truck cause I get to unpack everything new. There are connections Ive made with coworkers, and shoppers that add to my happiness. I dont work for the money, even though I need it. I work because I enjoy the things I do. Maybe that was God's plan all along... :)
 
life is like a magnolia blossom in the spring
we wait and watch as leaves branches buds grow
understanding what they shall soon become
slowly they form in perfect slumber asleep
then its almost magical as they awaken
bursting forth with beauty most fragrant jewels

glistening in this bright sunshine future
as they are born to fade away from light
after their grandest of special openings
one simple soft glorious gentle leaf at a time
withering wrinkling crumbling carefully to dust
from whence they were created to enjoy breath

and the majestic tree remains barren of flowers
for they returned to the dust where they grew
cycle after cycle continues yearly until one day
earthly nature claims the tree back into the ground
ending the beginning the beginning ending
returning back home to a place made for tree's
 
thenami said:
life is like a magnolia blossom in the spring
we wait and watch as leaves branches buds grow
understanding what they shall soon become
slowly they form in perfect slumber asleep
then its almost magical as they awaken
bursting forth with beauty most fragrant jewels

glistening in this bright sunshine future
as they are born to fade away from light
after their grandest of special openings
one simple soft glorious gentle leaf at a time
withering wrinkling crumbling carefully to dust
from whence they were created to enjoy breath

and the majestic tree remains barren of flowers
for they returned to the dust where they grew
cycle after cycle continues yearly until one day
earthly nature claims the tree back into the ground
ending the beginning the beginning ending
returning back home to a place made for tree's
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Hello sister thenami;

In these last several weeks I have seen family members and strangers bickering with each other. Some have passed away because of old age and illness without reconciling.

If we all can remembering how much God loves each one of us and in turn can take God's love and pass it on to the ones closest or even a stranger, would greatly minimize the arguments before returning to the dust.

God bless you, always, thenami, and thank you for sharing.
 
It still puzzles me how the unsaved can be so unforgiving when they know one day it will be too late.
It also puzzles me how the saved can be so unforgiving knowing Christ forgives them of all their sins.

Maybe some people are more like tree's than I thought (as dense as as oak perhaps)...
 
patience is a woven thread
sewing us together throughout our lives
sometimes our garment is fresh
innocent among dandelion delights
blowing a dream in a wish with excitement
floating white seeds all over mothers lawn,

radiant glowing lumens lighting laughter
carefree gentle special and sweet
only needing small stiches like fine lace
crocheted carefully fine antique white thread
hanging over an edge of a time long ago
thoughtfully taken very good care of,

sometimes our garment has been worn
gathering subtle sings of stress like shells
wearing holes into the pockets of our memories
frozen moments like black and white photos
sometimes so rare we understand
they might not ever come into mind again,

patience is a woven thread
sometimes sewing patches over faded hopes
keeping them safe from the elements of the living
coming to fruition after and abundance
of experience love tribulation tears joy happiness
coming around again like a wheel of faith,

from the deepest core of our saved souls
bought by the blood of Christ himself
paid for through the suffering of the cross
so the burdens sin malice hate of mankind
could be forgive through love mercy grace
charity peace kindness and all that is pure,

for our Father in Heaven Is Great
in all his beautiful glorious wonder
gave us the greatest gift mankind could receive
and sometimes man chooses not to believe
letting their eternal thread unravel themselves
as they burn forever in a lake of fire~
 
^ this is so heavy deep stuff for me to put into words
jus' sayin' tis a serious write
even tho it aint in no meter
form nor iambic
its still free~
peace home skillets
 
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