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I do nothing but sin everyday
my mind is stuck inside this dirty flesh,
it is like I am garbage with decay
glad our Lord washes me white and fresh,
it's a battle with myself I do fight
for I can decipher correct knowledge,
as my heart does understand what is right
no matter what my lips might choose to pledge,
oh how wicked this tongue of mine can be
with enticing seasoned savory words,
to tribulations wrath will they lead me
they fly so eloquently free like birds,
might I bite it hard enough to bleed well
to recall our savior as it does swell
my mind is stuck inside this dirty flesh,
it is like I am garbage with decay
glad our Lord washes me white and fresh,
it's a battle with myself I do fight
for I can decipher correct knowledge,
as my heart does understand what is right
no matter what my lips might choose to pledge,
oh how wicked this tongue of mine can be
with enticing seasoned savory words,
to tribulations wrath will they lead me
they fly so eloquently free like birds,
might I bite it hard enough to bleed well
to recall our savior as it does swell
Words that flow from the heart as streams of living water
Ought to flow from the throne of Jesus Christ Our Saviour
Cross the paths of the unfortunate bringing love and favour
Words that are blessed by the hand of God etched upon the thoughts of the weary,
Bringing relief and peace in the midst of storms, bringing rest for the forlorn and lost of life.
Words can sing a song of joy or grief, choose wisely the words you use this day and the days ahead.
Tsavah2
Tsavah2 - Indeed.
sin starts as words in our mind
there they are like prisoners in our head
all manner of human communication
good bad indifferent our Lord knows every thought
it is a personal choice to keep them there
or to set them free
and sometimes, sometimes
they become poetry to me
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I believe it was Henry Miller who once said something like this
and I may have mentioned it before-
An artist lives primarily to express ones self,
and in doing so enriches the world.
Our struggles are real, and maybe a little understanding of that goes a long way in helping someone else forgive themselves.
Just maybe the spirit leads us poets here into writing something very specific to help someone we know nothing of.
...and thats the beauty of it all.
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each one of us is special yanno
the same but very different
as we float around in the sky landing where we will
getting carried away in all different directions
we are beautiful little things
sometimes much fluffier
compact heavier or dense
but nevertheless breath taking
sticking together in a crowd
creating havoc in bunches
but we only enjoy the colder days in our lives
cause before you know it poof we are gone
us wee enjoyable for only a brief while
almost heavenly white
free falling hello
with a soon goodbye
in warm sunshine
sin starts as words in our mind
there they are like prisoners in our head
all manner of human communication
good bad indifferent our Lord knows every thought
it is a personal choice to keep them there
or to set them free
and sometimes, sometimes
they become poetry to me
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I believe it was Henry Miller who once said something like this
and I may have mentioned it before-
An artist lives primarily to express ones self,
and in doing so enriches the world.
Our struggles are real, and maybe a little understanding of that goes a long way in helping someone else forgive themselves.
Just maybe the spirit leads us poets here into writing something very specific to help someone we know nothing of.
...and thats the beauty of it all.
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each one of us is special yanno
the same but very different
as we float around in the sky landing where we will
getting carried away in all different directions
we are beautiful little things
sometimes much fluffier
compact heavier or dense
but nevertheless breath taking
sticking together in a crowd
creating havoc in bunches
but we only enjoy the colder days in our lives
cause before you know it poof we are gone
us wee enjoyable for only a brief while
almost heavenly white
free falling hello
with a soon goodbye
in warm sunshine
well I never heard back from the one arts and craft place
but there is a hiring event at their national competitor
its on Saturday and I already had a conversation
with the manager who will be there and in charge
she does want to see my portfolio
heres to hope cause it sure is a dog eat dog world
in the over 50's workplace
getting old bites
but there is a hiring event at their national competitor
its on Saturday and I already had a conversation
with the manager who will be there and in charge
she does want to see my portfolio
heres to hope cause it sure is a dog eat dog world
in the over 50's workplace
getting old bites
~and thank you all for the prayers
Father in heaven in the name of His Son Jesus Christ thank you
for each other, this site, the support, and comfort these pages bring internationally
we are all truly blessed in more ways than we can ever express in words
peace, hugs, and happiness with much sisterly love, Amen~
Father in heaven in the name of His Son Jesus Christ thank you
for each other, this site, the support, and comfort these pages bring internationally
we are all truly blessed in more ways than we can ever express in words
peace, hugs, and happiness with much sisterly love, Amen~
oh how lovely I find a rainy day
its never gloomy to me or gray
I find this time refreshing, hooray!
cleaned the house so home I'll stay,
nothing but thoughts God and me
inside today where I wish to be
with a blank canvas things I see
as I embark upon a painting spree,
the birds are singing in the midst
of things to do I add to the list
here and now my brush shall assist
as a picture in mind comes to exist,
colors flying dripping around
many of them fall to the ground
an image alive is becoming found
with stroke and lines forever bound~
ox' hugs and happiness
its never gloomy to me or gray
I find this time refreshing, hooray!
cleaned the house so home I'll stay,
nothing but thoughts God and me
inside today where I wish to be
with a blank canvas things I see
as I embark upon a painting spree,
the birds are singing in the midst
of things to do I add to the list
here and now my brush shall assist
as a picture in mind comes to exist,
colors flying dripping around
many of them fall to the ground
an image alive is becoming found
with stroke and lines forever bound~
ox' hugs and happiness
With wars and rumours of wars one must stand on the word of God, for He who is faithful is God alone, His faith is known
The stones of ages past may stumble and fall, the ground may cry out to the Lord above for dearly loved victim's last song
Their crimson blood their epitaph that stains the once edenic ground, sounds of battle still echo, still we must stand on the Living Word
Tomorrow may bring peace or further conflict, the hail of missiles may still fall or
sanity may prevail at last.
Only our Sovereign God knows, only He in His Omniscience knows, rest in Him cast your anxieties on Him,
Trust in He who cares for the smallest victim, even a fallen sparrow is on His mind, He shares our sorrow, rest Him lay your weary head upon His breast.
Tsavah2
In a time when many hearts run cold and peace seems something of the past I would like to share the following:Amen! What truthful, and beautiful prose!
Thank you for sharing, caring, and becoming a member here.
hugs peace and happiness
Night fell on that blood soaked hill where our Saviour drew His last breath, death had come
His limp body taken from that tortuous cross, His body displayed the loss of life, to many the loss of hope.
In the failing light His remains were carried to a distant tomb, the blood stained ground at the foot of the cross testimony to His pain.
Sadness seemed to surround this deathly hill and coated the tomb with tears,
In the dim light of dawn, in the distance voices were heard, the approach of His beloved disciples come to say their final goodbye
Behold the stone now rolled away, the grave clothes lain upon His resting place , His face not visible in the shadows, an angel declares He is risen.
His loved ones awestruck, He is risen!
The Saviour of the world is Risen!
He has overcome the grave, He is risen and He lives for evermore.
If we believe we too will rise one day, our eyes will be opened to see His face and be with Him for evermore, Hallelujah amen.
Tsavah2
City Despair
city nights whimper along empty streets
and rain upon us with their own despair,
it clings to us in the midst of slumber
like old clothing we've been forced to wear,
listen closely it plays melancholy
through many lumens in our face glare,
beeps honks voices music and sirens song
haunt echos in alleys as it does share,
can you hear any hope in these places
for it creeps away in darkness beware,
it's kindness compassion and thoughtfulness
once discovered like concrete are now rare,
their sidewalks are worn down into gutters
and natural worlds have become threadbare,
mans pollution crawls upon their garments
like nothing or no one can even care,
while the city nights continue to cry
in their once palace now prison unfair,
crimes rage war inside their midnight souls
only distressed anguish found everywhere~
(felt like a thinking about a write)
city nights whimper along empty streets
and rain upon us with their own despair,
it clings to us in the midst of slumber
like old clothing we've been forced to wear,
listen closely it plays melancholy
through many lumens in our face glare,
beeps honks voices music and sirens song
haunt echos in alleys as it does share,
can you hear any hope in these places
for it creeps away in darkness beware,
it's kindness compassion and thoughtfulness
once discovered like concrete are now rare,
their sidewalks are worn down into gutters
and natural worlds have become threadbare,
mans pollution crawls upon their garments
like nothing or no one can even care,
while the city nights continue to cry
in their once palace now prison unfair,
crimes rage war inside their midnight souls
only distressed anguish found everywhere~
(felt like a thinking about a write)
The Storms of Life
The storms of life blow in from the twilight, hidden by the night's shadows, blight the coming day's delight with its cast.
Despair cares not whom you are, favours no one, spares none in its distemper.
Only the light of God's only son shines in the darkness
His sacrifice cleanses sin and brings forth the Spirit's essence and displaces the darkest night.
The scent of peace flows and fills the senses with hope.
The storms that raged, quietened by the Saviour’s words "Be still !"
The surging sea laid calm by His uplifted nail pierced palm,
The rage within wrested from the soul by the Spirit's inner serenity calm.
Tremble not at those inner fears or torments, nor be overcome by those storms about filled with drear
He said "Never will I leave you, nor forsake you." Never, ever doubt these words
It is also said in His Word " If God is for you who can be against you." Believe, just Believe that the war has already been won,
The storms are o'er
Believe, just Believe.
Tsavah2
The storms of life blow in from the twilight, hidden by the night's shadows, blight the coming day's delight with its cast.
Despair cares not whom you are, favours no one, spares none in its distemper.
Only the light of God's only son shines in the darkness
His sacrifice cleanses sin and brings forth the Spirit's essence and displaces the darkest night.
The scent of peace flows and fills the senses with hope.
The storms that raged, quietened by the Saviour’s words "Be still !"
The surging sea laid calm by His uplifted nail pierced palm,
The rage within wrested from the soul by the Spirit's inner serenity calm.
Tremble not at those inner fears or torments, nor be overcome by those storms about filled with drear
He said "Never will I leave you, nor forsake you." Never, ever doubt these words
It is also said in His Word " If God is for you who can be against you." Believe, just Believe that the war has already been won,
The storms are o'er
Believe, just Believe.
Tsavah2
From the words/poem of a Godly man, thank you, Tsavah2 for sharing.
My left foot was put into a cast Monday. It was unexpected and I felt so alone and suddenly far away from everything except for one, our God. He knows the pain I endured and all the well wishes given to me this weekend is very much appreciated and instead of sighing, I didn't mind repeating what happened to me.
Your sharing The Storms of Life said it all. His ever presence was with me before the injury happened, during my doctor's findings and where I'm going from here. Surprisingly there is no darkness, no bemoaning, just a light of peace that brings calm to my spirit.
God has this and already started the process of healing. I always desire to serve God physically and spiritually. He always puts me to work. So in the meantime I'll be six weeks out of commission but can spend that time resting, reading his Word and praying to our Father with my wife.
God bless you, Tsavah2, and your whole family.
Feel better soon bobinfaith. Prayer sent...
Thank you for your kind words and may God's wonderful love and healing lift your spirit daily and carry you through the days ahead. With God's love from Tsavah2
just a blurb speaking my mind...
why do I find job hunting so disappointing at the life juncture
its not like I dont have everything I need to survive
life is about the quality of lving not the quantity
for being thankful applies to the spiritual and physical
yet here I am again failing to meet my own personal expectations
wondering if Im being to hard on myself for desiring better
and I humble myself in solitude even more than I already do
-time again for a break from technology and some fasting in prayer...
catch y'all on the flip side of the slide- ox'
why do I find job hunting so disappointing at the life juncture
its not like I dont have everything I need to survive
life is about the quality of lving not the quantity
for being thankful applies to the spiritual and physical
yet here I am again failing to meet my own personal expectations
wondering if Im being to hard on myself for desiring better
and I humble myself in solitude even more than I already do
-time again for a break from technology and some fasting in prayer...
catch y'all on the flip side of the slide- ox'
The walls of Jerico fell not by might nor by power,
Jerico's towers crumbled and fell not by man's authority nor by the sight of a superior force at that particular hour,
Neither did the victory come at the hands of men or their ingenuity, it came with faith,
It came with prayer, it came with trust in a higher power.
Victory came with obedience and patience, by resting in a sovereign God, standing on His word and not by the point of their sword.
Victory comes on our knees not on our feet, every battle faced requires faith, faith in our own ability or on the one who gave us that ability. Who do you trust in ?
Trust and obey the one who is King of kings and Lord of lords and the walls will fall.
Tsavah2
Each season brings a reason for living, in God's grace we will find the hidden gems buried deep within the walls of time, hidden in the limestone of the past, buried deep so that they may last.
Spring brings forth new life, the colours of the trees cast in fresh green, the flowers of the fields bloom and grow, in life we know that at birth we are fresh and new, our lives filled with expectancy and the hope that sows its seeds in our young thoughts.If our spirits are awakened to God's Spirit a seed is planted in our young lives to be watered by God's love and nurture.
When Summer comes with all its warmth and vitality it causes the plants to grow to maturity and nature seems to show a myriad of expressions as life develops, in the Summer of our lives we enjoy new experiences, we meet new friends and often marry and consider our future, new life often comes from that relationship, as a believer we begin to seek to share what we believe in a unique way, we father the fatherless and mother the motherless, we love the unloved and reach out to the unreachable in God's Grace.
With Autumn the trees leaves change their hues, then the leaves begin to fall, the hint of winter is in the air, freshness in the air is evidence of the night's becoming cooler, life slows down and the animals prepare, their very existence depends on their preparations. In our lives we now look back more than forward, we treasure our relationships more and tend to feel our age impacting our health and our vigour. As a believer Autumn brings reflection and intensity in our desire to see our children and the children of others get to know the Lord, time seems to be drawing to that coming apex, that crescendo of opportunity, the next few years may be our last moments to share what we have learnt.
Finally winter comes and the chill and severity causes the trees to shiver in the wind, snow falls on the high ground, the animals seek shelter in their lairs, it is now a time of resting. In the winter of our lives, health begins to fade and our memories of past achievements are the warmth that now warms our hearts. The closeness of family now brings comfort. In the life of the believer winter brings a strange excitement, now each day draws us nearer to that glorious moment when we will see our Lord face to face. Soon we will rest in His arms and all our strivings will cease. Winter to the believer should be a testimony to all the good one has done, not regret. Winter should be a reminder that after winter comes spring and new beginnings Each season has a purpose in the hands of our Loving Father in Heaven. Tsavah2