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I think of many things Ive prayed before
some echo deeper within my hearts dreams,
gathering the dust of disappointment
upon crumbling foundations it seems,
I've given up too many times to recall
that fresh cement where they were once built,
but after life floods and hurricanes swell
their foundations are covered in silt,
man cannot dig deep enough to restore
those beautiful works of art to glory,
when there is nothing but mud residing
where there once was a promising story,
some dsires fade into river mud
and we are reminded on midnight's eve,
to keep dreaming and praying with kindness
laying to rest those ones we might grieve~
some echo deeper within my hearts dreams,
gathering the dust of disappointment
upon crumbling foundations it seems,
I've given up too many times to recall
that fresh cement where they were once built,
but after life floods and hurricanes swell
their foundations are covered in silt,
man cannot dig deep enough to restore
those beautiful works of art to glory,
when there is nothing but mud residing
where there once was a promising story,
some dsires fade into river mud
and we are reminded on midnight's eve,
to keep dreaming and praying with kindness
laying to rest those ones we might grieve~
as I lay silent like the river rocks
covered in yesterdays darkened clay,
might I bathe myself in sunlight again
while waters rush the residue away,
could the clouds cry to cleanse me well
the newest rise of dawn dry all these tears,
may sorrows evaporate along with them
in tomorrows promises through the years
covered in yesterdays darkened clay,
might I bathe myself in sunlight again
while waters rush the residue away,
could the clouds cry to cleanse me well
the newest rise of dawn dry all these tears,
may sorrows evaporate along with them
in tomorrows promises through the years
Amother days goes by and Im one step closer to heaven!
I know Im ready to go any time our Father wants to bring me home.
This worn body talks to me in sonnets of ouch and rhapsodies of don't move that way.
My eyes hurt so badly they sting to see visions not so clearly now and the rain isnt gone.
Its pouring passionate pain in places too particular to be pretending its not.
My use of alliteration is simply a metaphor for I dont like my body right now.
I really hate my feet especially with a great disdain for my heartbeat I can feel in my toes.
HLA-B27 is a two stepping side swiping cheating liar and theif of all that is good.
Bah Scrooge aint got nothin' on me right this minute. I hurt so much I might just pee in my garbage can.
The thought of having to walk to the bathroom sounds a lot less pretty and inhumane.
I know Im ready to go any time our Father wants to bring me home.
This worn body talks to me in sonnets of ouch and rhapsodies of don't move that way.
My eyes hurt so badly they sting to see visions not so clearly now and the rain isnt gone.
Its pouring passionate pain in places too particular to be pretending its not.
My use of alliteration is simply a metaphor for I dont like my body right now.
I really hate my feet especially with a great disdain for my heartbeat I can feel in my toes.
HLA-B27 is a two stepping side swiping cheating liar and theif of all that is good.
Bah Scrooge aint got nothin' on me right this minute. I hurt so much I might just pee in my garbage can.
The thought of having to walk to the bathroom sounds a lot less pretty and inhumane.
sometimes the reality gets too real
for some its a choice as to whats the deal,
and others simply know its how they feel
while life seems to be on a karma wheel~
this little ditty rap has much to say
cause for many souls its a cloudy day,
feed them some light of good hope if you may
for the lord thy God our sins did pay~
for some its a choice as to whats the deal,
and others simply know its how they feel
while life seems to be on a karma wheel~
this little ditty rap has much to say
cause for many souls its a cloudy day,
feed them some light of good hope if you may
for the lord thy God our sins did pay~
come and walk with me in the garden
flowers play peek a boo with bees,
the clouds dance with winds harpoons
as they drag along a baby blue breeze,
could we sit a while in the cool shade
underneath the now turning maple trees,
just to converse for a while about life
before the ground beneath does freeze,
lets dream a nice little dream together
may we sip upon the fragrance of fall to go,
through one precious moment at a time
sharing special things we'd like to know,
might the grass be greener below our feet
the orchestra of nature does play to grow,
cupid seems to be one great shot today
as he whisers sweet nothings to and fro~
flowers play peek a boo with bees,
the clouds dance with winds harpoons
as they drag along a baby blue breeze,
could we sit a while in the cool shade
underneath the now turning maple trees,
just to converse for a while about life
before the ground beneath does freeze,
lets dream a nice little dream together
may we sip upon the fragrance of fall to go,
through one precious moment at a time
sharing special things we'd like to know,
might the grass be greener below our feet
the orchestra of nature does play to grow,
cupid seems to be one great shot today
as he whisers sweet nothings to and fro~
Hello thenami;
When I was a boy, about 7 years old, was analyzed by a child therapist. She told my parents I had a vivid imagination when writing and expressing myself (in a good sense,) and asked that they encourage me to write.
Before writing a sermon, preparing a Bible study or composing a letter I always go to the Lord and He will give me a Word. But at times I won't know what He wants me to write. Then I ask, how do other writers for God, or secular writers flow with words?
I learned they all go through writer's block, or creator's slump. A musician shared with me that its healthy to talk with other writers, musicians, poets, etc.., and what inspires them when they write and how they deal when they have nothing to say. Its also good to just take a break, get away for awhile and set our minds on other things to get refreshed.
Thank you for sharing your poem. It jumped out at me and can relate.
God bless you and your family.
Thank you for the kindness our Father in heaven has blessed you with 
You are an inspirational brother, and it adds happiness to my heart you can relate to some of my writes.
I simply write, paint, and create whatever it is that seems to make me happy in that very moment. Sometimes its beading a necklace from some accidental gem stone strand donated to a thrift store. I always look at the jewelry cause I find cool beads on the cheap. Other times its crocheting a blanket, or planting flowers in my garden. On occasion I will paint with water colors or acrylics (or a combo of both), and paint something I see in my head referencing nature. I used to free lance graphic designs before programs were so user friendly. Crafts shows were a good source of income, and to showcase my services. Those days have been long over for me though. People don't want to buy paintings when discount stores sell inexpensive décor. The time I put it costs to much to justify what I would have to charge. Now I give many away as gifts to those I love.
In the past ten years or more, I have been using the internet as a creative platform for my writing. Its quite flattering when someone posts a poem written by someone famous, that sounds similar in style or subject matter to one of my writes. I never really thought much of it, other than a way to express myself to enrich others, as Henry Miller put it so well long ago. Ive tried writing a poetry book, and I will post some of those poems here at some point. I just don't have it in me to profit from a gift I wish to share with those willing to read me. Call me one of the willingly naïve, as that's a good way to describe it.
I write what is on my mind, what I feel in my heart, and the words just flow. When they don't, I simply chalk it up to a "not now". Ive written a few dedications for our Faith Riders meetings at church in the past. I know how difficult it is to spiritually write, and an entire sermon would certainly be a challenge. May our Father in heaven bless you in the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and to give you the continued utterance for his words in the forms of a sermon. Amen.
You are an inspirational brother, and it adds happiness to my heart you can relate to some of my writes. I simply write, paint, and create whatever it is that seems to make me happy in that very moment. Sometimes its beading a necklace from some accidental gem stone strand donated to a thrift store. I always look at the jewelry cause I find cool beads on the cheap. Other times its crocheting a blanket, or planting flowers in my garden. On occasion I will paint with water colors or acrylics (or a combo of both), and paint something I see in my head referencing nature. I used to free lance graphic designs before programs were so user friendly. Crafts shows were a good source of income, and to showcase my services. Those days have been long over for me though. People don't want to buy paintings when discount stores sell inexpensive décor. The time I put it costs to much to justify what I would have to charge. Now I give many away as gifts to those I love.
In the past ten years or more, I have been using the internet as a creative platform for my writing. Its quite flattering when someone posts a poem written by someone famous, that sounds similar in style or subject matter to one of my writes. I never really thought much of it, other than a way to express myself to enrich others, as Henry Miller put it so well long ago. Ive tried writing a poetry book, and I will post some of those poems here at some point. I just don't have it in me to profit from a gift I wish to share with those willing to read me. Call me one of the willingly naïve, as that's a good way to describe it.
I write what is on my mind, what I feel in my heart, and the words just flow. When they don't, I simply chalk it up to a "not now". Ive written a few dedications for our Faith Riders meetings at church in the past. I know how difficult it is to spiritually write, and an entire sermon would certainly be a challenge. May our Father in heaven bless you in the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and to give you the continued utterance for his words in the forms of a sermon. Amen.
everyone is amazing on their own
a work of art our Lord has created,
like a steel blade Gods words are our hone,
they apply though out time never dated,
we paint a picture for him imperfect
only he is the one without blemish,
our fractures within he can detect
forgiven of them by his goodwill wish~
a work of art our Lord has created,
like a steel blade Gods words are our hone,
they apply though out time never dated,
we paint a picture for him imperfect
only he is the one without blemish,
our fractures within he can detect
forgiven of them by his goodwill wish~
the world is such a difficult place to live in sometimes
do this do that don't do this don't do that
advertising says one thing science says another
we are constantly flooded with information
most of it is usless for anything but a head ache
its great for starting one of those rather quickly
so here I sit this fine Sunday morning
and no Im not in a physical church building
Im still in bed snoozing after a hot bath
caue sometimes a girl just has to be a girl
enough said about all that jazz dontcha think
maybe I just wanted to soak in lavender blossoms
now I have a relaxed mind and body so my spirit
can play on this internet of ours and find any sermon
with millions to choose from at the click of a button
and a few more and a few more and a few more
like some kind of modern magic a page will appear
with a subject matter I find informative
the only thing missing is fellowship
and here comes technology yet again saying hi
cause we can have that over services on our screens
or conversations abundantly on a talking device
does it not count for fellowship?
technology has made many Christians lazy
I am one of the lazy ones this morning sitting here
as I ponder to myself in question of a questioning question
if we are not under the law but under grace
why do churches follow only the laws that suit them?
if that's the case shouldn't they follow all the law
and be messianic jews?
that makes more sense to me but heaven forbid a female
says anything so revolting in church on a Sunday
women are to remain silent in the church so here I am
being quiet nd not speaking my mind openly
but they expect my tithe though don't they
when it should be what I do from the heart
sometimes it is to help others instead and still support the church
maybe its because the body of Christ isn't in a building
or that costly array includes things you really don't need
funny how the Lord knocks us all down to size
and takes away the things we should value the most
when we are too reckless to notice full of boasting instead of love
do this do that don't do this don't do that
advertising says one thing science says another
we are constantly flooded with information
most of it is usless for anything but a head ache
its great for starting one of those rather quickly
so here I sit this fine Sunday morning
and no Im not in a physical church building
Im still in bed snoozing after a hot bath
caue sometimes a girl just has to be a girl
enough said about all that jazz dontcha think
maybe I just wanted to soak in lavender blossoms
now I have a relaxed mind and body so my spirit
can play on this internet of ours and find any sermon
with millions to choose from at the click of a button
and a few more and a few more and a few more
like some kind of modern magic a page will appear
with a subject matter I find informative
the only thing missing is fellowship
and here comes technology yet again saying hi
cause we can have that over services on our screens
or conversations abundantly on a talking device
does it not count for fellowship?
technology has made many Christians lazy
I am one of the lazy ones this morning sitting here
as I ponder to myself in question of a questioning question
if we are not under the law but under grace
why do churches follow only the laws that suit them?
if that's the case shouldn't they follow all the law
and be messianic jews?
that makes more sense to me but heaven forbid a female
says anything so revolting in church on a Sunday
women are to remain silent in the church so here I am
being quiet nd not speaking my mind openly
but they expect my tithe though don't they
when it should be what I do from the heart
sometimes it is to help others instead and still support the church
maybe its because the body of Christ isn't in a building
or that costly array includes things you really don't need
funny how the Lord knocks us all down to size
and takes away the things we should value the most
when we are too reckless to notice full of boasting instead of love
Ive been inspired by a post in another thread to post his. I wrote it as a dedication during a small group meeting in June, 2014. Its been slightly edited to be more relevant here.
Last week we spoke together about being a family, that we are brothers and sisters in Christ. It was mentioned that in the biker community that a true brother would lay down their life for another. In Romans 5:7-9 the apostle Paul wrote "for scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commandeth his love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners. Christ dies for us". The message given was so powerful I had to look it up, and continue for myself.
Two brothers were also speaking of how we have been attacked by the devil as a group. Psalm 28:7 says "The LORD is my strength and shield". God himself gives us tools for spiritual warfare. In Ephesians 6:11 Paul says to "put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. Verse 14 through 17 says "stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness, and your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace, above all taking the shield of FAITH, where with ye shall be able to quench the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of spirit, which is the word of God".
On Wednesday nights we have been reading the book of Daniel. Our pastor mentioned something I found quite profound. He said "yielding up" needs to be int he church today. Out of curiosity Webster's dictionary provided me with some definitions. As a verb it means to furnish a return for effort or investment; to be productive. To give forth by or as if by a natural process. To give possession of as in deference or defeat.
In our daily Christian walk do we remember these gifts? Is our shield of faith strong enough to quench fiery darts? I can only hope to have a small fraction of the faith Daniel had. Mathew 5:16 says "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven". Might I remember the story of Daniel, shine like a bright light, lay my life down for our Father in heaven in the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and remember to wear my armor daily.
Last week we spoke together about being a family, that we are brothers and sisters in Christ. It was mentioned that in the biker community that a true brother would lay down their life for another. In Romans 5:7-9 the apostle Paul wrote "for scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commandeth his love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners. Christ dies for us". The message given was so powerful I had to look it up, and continue for myself.
Two brothers were also speaking of how we have been attacked by the devil as a group. Psalm 28:7 says "The LORD is my strength and shield". God himself gives us tools for spiritual warfare. In Ephesians 6:11 Paul says to "put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. Verse 14 through 17 says "stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness, and your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace, above all taking the shield of FAITH, where with ye shall be able to quench the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of spirit, which is the word of God".
On Wednesday nights we have been reading the book of Daniel. Our pastor mentioned something I found quite profound. He said "yielding up" needs to be int he church today. Out of curiosity Webster's dictionary provided me with some definitions. As a verb it means to furnish a return for effort or investment; to be productive. To give forth by or as if by a natural process. To give possession of as in deference or defeat.
In our daily Christian walk do we remember these gifts? Is our shield of faith strong enough to quench fiery darts? I can only hope to have a small fraction of the faith Daniel had. Mathew 5:16 says "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven". Might I remember the story of Daniel, shine like a bright light, lay my life down for our Father in heaven in the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and remember to wear my armor daily.
perseverance of our inner warrior
is sometimes having the courage
to stand between heaven and earth
without unions of emotions with rage,
great departs allowing small to approach
as strongest men fall back to observe
good intentions and worthy opponents
whom wish to destroy instead of serve,
peace and patience are keys to success
a dam controls the flow of a stream
its power can cause much destruction
or resolve with success like a dream~
is sometimes having the courage
to stand between heaven and earth
without unions of emotions with rage,
great departs allowing small to approach
as strongest men fall back to observe
good intentions and worthy opponents
whom wish to destroy instead of serve,
peace and patience are keys to success
a dam controls the flow of a stream
its power can cause much destruction
or resolve with success like a dream~
We all have endure many great tribulations in this life, and some more than other. It is with the holy spirit in me, that I have been able to survive. I am thankful I am still here today to write this. As Ive said before, for some things there is never enough time nor tears. Only God and we know what memories lie inside our minds, and what our worst sins truly are. The darkness that consumes many men in this world evil. Might many never taste of the true horror within the souls claimed by satan himself. Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ protect us from evil, keep it from our door steps, have us armed and ready to battle against the wiles of the devil, and spare the children of this world from tasting of such things. Amen.
Another weekend bids us a farewell
its back to work most shall go once more,
its an endless cycle like ringing a bell
those life alarms awake us out the door,
savor quiet time of peaceful rest
while the day is still sneaking in the light,
say a prayer thankful for the days test
our Lord will guide us from wrong to right~
its back to work most shall go once more,
its an endless cycle like ringing a bell
those life alarms awake us out the door,
savor quiet time of peaceful rest
while the day is still sneaking in the light,
say a prayer thankful for the days test
our Lord will guide us from wrong to right~
In the world of spam slams and scams how do we know when someone genuinely needs help? I have given out granola bars and drinks to those asking for help before. When there are large volumes of people asking for a donation, how do we pick and choose? Well today I got an answer to my question.
I had stashed a ten spot in my car ash tray for a rainy day fund, thinking it was a five today. When driving around getting things done I came across a man with a large back pack. It looked like everything he owned was in that pack. Hid clothes were old, stained, and worn. His hair was greasy, but he looked like he was in good health otherwise. Hid skin was clear, and he had meat on his bones. Why was any of this important to me? Ive lived all over this nation, and met my share of scammers begging out an existence rather than working. Ive come across the alcoholics and the drug addicts who would trade their food stamps for a fix, instead of feeding their kids. So Ive become biased by the world in whom I choose to help.
Then theres this young man in my path this morning. The holy spirit moved me to hand him that ten spot I thought was a five. I said "our Father in heaven wants you to have this in the name of his Son Jesus Christ; go get something to eat", holding back tears. He responded with a "bless you". I cried and prayed for him on the way to the gym. Why was I moved so greatly? He didn't show any signs of drug or alcohol use; he didn't show signs of meth/drug use. None of this mattered a rats azz. I was MOVED by the HOLY SPIRIT to do the right thing because I could. The end.
I had stashed a ten spot in my car ash tray for a rainy day fund, thinking it was a five today. When driving around getting things done I came across a man with a large back pack. It looked like everything he owned was in that pack. Hid clothes were old, stained, and worn. His hair was greasy, but he looked like he was in good health otherwise. Hid skin was clear, and he had meat on his bones. Why was any of this important to me? Ive lived all over this nation, and met my share of scammers begging out an existence rather than working. Ive come across the alcoholics and the drug addicts who would trade their food stamps for a fix, instead of feeding their kids. So Ive become biased by the world in whom I choose to help.
Then theres this young man in my path this morning. The holy spirit moved me to hand him that ten spot I thought was a five. I said "our Father in heaven wants you to have this in the name of his Son Jesus Christ; go get something to eat", holding back tears. He responded with a "bless you". I cried and prayed for him on the way to the gym. Why was I moved so greatly? He didn't show any signs of drug or alcohol use; he didn't show signs of meth/drug use. None of this mattered a rats azz. I was MOVED by the HOLY SPIRIT to do the right thing because I could. The end.
What truly motivates me like nothing else in the world is a believer walking a sound walk, and not even noticing they are setting an example for others.
This one is for you~
modesty is the neck tie you will wear
not a suit in your closet and three shirts,
their white like the strangled strands in your hair
rough from a days labor and your feet hurt,
owning five pairs of shoes one is for dress
two belts and have a great disdain for stuff,
living a clean simple life without a mess
making things easier instead of tough,
mechanical yes with carpentry skill too
cooking is an art created with love,
there is great passion in all things you do
giving God in heaven the glory above,
not a teacher nor a student shining
as a strong light glowing in the darkess,
success you measure by daily dining
not monetary gains or man made stress,
yet the world chooses to see what you own
as they try to get a piece of your pie,
when it is our Fathers seeds you have sown
with blood sweat and the tears you once did cry,
stay humbly true my friend I do adore
I will remain by your side from afar,
till you need help with another great chore
like sisterly help served warm from a jar~
forever in each others friend zone... ox'
This one is for you~
modesty is the neck tie you will wear
not a suit in your closet and three shirts,
their white like the strangled strands in your hair
rough from a days labor and your feet hurt,
owning five pairs of shoes one is for dress
two belts and have a great disdain for stuff,
living a clean simple life without a mess
making things easier instead of tough,
mechanical yes with carpentry skill too
cooking is an art created with love,
there is great passion in all things you do
giving God in heaven the glory above,
not a teacher nor a student shining
as a strong light glowing in the darkess,
success you measure by daily dining
not monetary gains or man made stress,
yet the world chooses to see what you own
as they try to get a piece of your pie,
when it is our Fathers seeds you have sown
with blood sweat and the tears you once did cry,
stay humbly true my friend I do adore
I will remain by your side from afar,
till you need help with another great chore
like sisterly help served warm from a jar~
forever in each others friend zone... ox'
everyone has hurts hangups and problems
its whether we choose to give them to God,
while some claim to understand they do not
sparing themselves from that discipline rod,
many shades of grey lie between the lines
way too many to contemplate them all,
as we pick the correct colors for us
with righteousness down salvation's hall...
stay true stay on the path and rebuke what you are able~
its whether we choose to give them to God,
while some claim to understand they do not
sparing themselves from that discipline rod,
many shades of grey lie between the lines
way too many to contemplate them all,
as we pick the correct colors for us
with righteousness down salvation's hall...
stay true stay on the path and rebuke what you are able~
how winds blow are of no concern to me
or why some stars twinkle longer at night,
when flowers bloom nor if sipped by a bee
I'd rather contemplate things God calls right,
like the compassionate hearts of souls near
that love without judgements earthly calling,
holding happiness a precious gift dear
finding hidden evil in man appalling~
or why some stars twinkle longer at night,
when flowers bloom nor if sipped by a bee
I'd rather contemplate things God calls right,
like the compassionate hearts of souls near
that love without judgements earthly calling,
holding happiness a precious gift dear
finding hidden evil in man appalling~