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Psalm 3

Hospitality reaps when a welcome’s sown.
Indeed, the heart of a stranger is your own

GOD SOFTEN PLEASE, MY HEART,
FROM WHAT SIN RENDERED HARD;
KINDLE THE COLDEST PART,
ONE THAT THE PAST HAS MARRED.

THE STRENGTH TO OVERCOME THE HEIGHT
AS EACH STEP GETS HIGHER, HARDER,
IS TO YIELD TO EVERY BLOW, NOT FIGHT;
EVOLVE INTO A SAINTLY MARTYR

THE ALBATROSS OF SIN
WAS HUNG BY DISCIPLINE.

Smiling faces beguiling with charm and wit,
Don’t be fooled, for each eye hides a tear in it.
Look past what cheery words be spoken.
The bosom knows a heart beats broken.

You’re on the bottom. God is on the top.
There on the ground lies the Ladder of Love.
Don’t pick it up and on the first rung stop.
There’s more than loving your own to speak of.
The second rung requires love to go higher;
You’ll feel a need to fill each human soul,
Since love of strangers is His heart’s desire!
The third rung’s sacrifice will take its toll;
All of me against animosity.
It is the hour to pray for and bless
One more wretched than me: my enemy!
Forgiveness kills (the old man), I confess!
The fullness of God lies but one rung away;
The easiest step……. I slumbered on the way.
(The old me was hung out to dry!
Don’t get too rung out to try!)

Patience seems a reluctant mule,
Resisting quick passage through the gate.
Why buck the process with a duel?
Aim to bless. Shoot for blessings while you wait.


If you can’t affect all the forest for the good,
At least don’t afflict the poorest tender wood.
(If you can’t love every geek and freak,
At least have mercy on the meek and weak.)
***

GOD KNOWS, LOATHES MY DOUBLE DEALING TWO FACED RELIGION.
THIS BEGUILING IVORY DOVE CLOAKS A DIRTY PIEGON.

Serenade did she.
Now she just hums.
Her lord took freely
Dear daily crumbs.
How little was he
To take her song!
Yet love’s melody
Dared linger on.

It was not just one man who changed the universe.
Each born changes it. But for better or worse?

Have you accomplished much?
Don’t feel too full and lofty.
Without the Master’s touch,
You wouldn’t have pulled it off. See!

Always anxious. Toujour vexed.
This world makes you feel hexed.
Immobilized, most perplexed.
Faith goes forth despite what’s next!

If strength seems the power to dominate,
You still have a thing to learn;
For others will still intimidate
You till meekness has its turn.
True grit’s a spiritual omelet,
Enfolds the yoke of humility;
Served to others who are not yet
Strong enough to break fast & be free.

A lovesick dove or a not-so pleasant pheasant:
Starving souls are omnipresent.
Weather the absence is warmth or haute cuisine,
The emptiness is just obscene.
Appetites for love or dinner for two,
Will never “carryout” pain, or bother
The one to whom this sage quote rings true:
“Man does not live………but by every word of my Father.”
(Out of my hat this moral pull:
Only God can make you full.)


The devil has allies to do his will.
What is required is to just stand still.
His lax army is not always brutal.
All that’s crucial is to live in neutral.
***

If there was nothing to wonder about,
How would one wonder about?
(Don’t get mixed up in a blunder!
There’re two kinds of abouts and wonder!)
Or
The phenomenon on a homonym!

***

Dig in your heals! Hold on tight! And patiently plod through.
Endurance is harvested. InJoy what you ‘n God grew!

The lowest worm has power. No need to quibble.
The biggest catch starts with just a little nibble.
***
Angry chains are wanting me
To cross the line undauntingly.
Ghastly words on a taunting spree.
Love’s ghost howls a haunting plea.


A few simple things
For the King of Kings:
Trust, obey, share, love.
God is pleased there of.
(Be so simple in your style.
Lo! A dimple in His smile!)

What mind knows the heart,
When the heart won’t mind?
What’s invincible at the start,
Yet conquered by what’s behind?
Memories unforgettable: Now sour to regrettable.

(love!)

Nothing to offer; neither feelings nor gold.
Unconditional love’s wings yearn to unfold.

Every moment holds a revelation
And if you don’t fear it will
Produce a spark of inspiration
That trumpets a miracle!

WISDOMS’ PERALS IN MY HAND. TRUTHS’ JEWELS FOR MY CROWN.
HERE’S MY REWARD FOR THE LIFE I WILLINGLY LAY DOWN.


TAKE NO ACCOUNT WHEN “THEIR” WAY FAILS.
WEIGH JUDGEMENT'S SPOILS WITH MERCY’S SCALES.


Don’t cavalier life lazily guessing
Aggrandize your time by being a blessing!

COMPARING YOURSELF AGAINST HIS IDENTITY,
NOT OTHERS, DEMONSTRATES TRUE NOBILITY.


A SQUEEZED BLACKENED COAL BECOMES RESPLENDENT
IF GOD HAS HIS WAY TODAY,
AND STERN DISCIPLINE’S ARROW IS HEAVEN SENT
FOR A SUBMISSIVE PROTÉGÉ.

OH, DESPERATE HEARTBEAT THAT SIN DOES INFECT,
BE MALEABLE TO HEAVEN’S ARCHITECT.

Life is more than silk and money.
Make it one of milk and honey.
Suckle the soul, and to complete
The cycle add a touch of sweet!


MERCY’S FIRE IS GROWING DIM
FOR THOSE WHO WILL NOT COME TO HIM
THROUGH THE DEATH THAT WAS GIVEN FOR YOU.
DON’T YOU WANT TO BE FORGIVEN TOO?


LORD, ANOTHER DAY IS GONE.
ONE STEP CLOSER TO MY GOAL;
TO FAITHFULLY CARRY ON
TILL THE LAST BREATH OF MY SOUL.


In this desperate hour
I need the hand of my Lord.
Infuse me with your power;
Implant a holy word.

PLACE THE TRUTH BEFORE MY EYES,
SO I MAY ACKNOWLEDGE
MY FOOLISH WISDOM BUILT ON LIES;
BLINDED BY SIN’S FOUL HEDGE.

THE ALBATROSS OF SIN
STRANGLED BY DISCIPLINE

 

So what If Lucy Furr pulled off a heist?
Jerusalem’s gems were restored by Christ!

TEAR DOWN THE WALLS! PROTECTION IS WHAT IT’S ABOUT,
BUT IT’S A TWO EDGE SWORD WHEN YOU KEEP OTHERS OUT.


WHY SLAVE FOR THIS WORLD, A MODERN DAY PHARAOH?
YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN MANY A SPARROW!


FAITH FINDS A HOME IN THE HEARTS OF FEW.
GOD CHOOSE YOUR VESSEL TO POUR HIS FAITH THROUGH


DENY YOUR FLESH. IT’S A HARD THING TO DO.
HIS LIFE WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU.

THE BURDENSOME BRICKS OF PAIN AND PITY
WILL NOT GUARD YOUR MOLESTED CITY.


SPIRIT EMBRACES THE MULTITUDE.
YOUR WAILING WALL CONCEALS
“FISSURES OF MEN” LIKE INGRATITUDE.
FEEL WHAT THE HOLY ONE FEELS.

Lead me on
Through trials and victories.
Grow me strong
From sufferings to glories,
And keep me humble, make me fruitful as I go.
For it's the laden branch on earth, that bows low.

WOW! SEE NOW HOW THE BOUGH BOWS LOW! (say fast 3x's)

Tell a vision channeled through A& Eve,
So the young world might not hopelessly grieve.

 

Father, please send me a guiding post,
Delivered by an abiding host.

AWARENESS PRECEEDS OBEDIENCE
IT’S THE MASTER’S WAY
I SENSE I’M SPIRITUALLY NEEDY, HENCE
I’LL PUT MY PRIDE AWAY

Woe! Sin finds me in a fine mess.
Abba send a cup of kindness.
Add dollops of humility,
To stir your graciousness in me.

SALVATIONS WATERS GIVES THIS SAINT HER GLOW
CIRCLING FAITH’S EYES……….…LIKE A HALO.

TAKE HER BREADTH, DEPTH, AND HEIGHT:
ADD UP SOPHIA’S SUM:
BATHED IN CELESTIAL LIGHT:
A PERAL CALLED WISDOM!


HIS SWORD OF TRUTH RIPS YOUR KINGDOMS APART,
AND THE PRINCE OF PEACE HAS RAPTURED YOUR SOUL.
NEVER LET WHAT’S PAST OF YOUR CAPTURED HEART
MAKE TRACKS BACK TO WEEP AT YOUR DEAD KING’S KNOLL.


RELEASE YOUR ARROW AT MY DESPAIR.
PIERCE THE PRIDE THAT COWERS THERE.


THERE’S A PRICE FOR LOOKING BACK: IMMOBILIZATION.
HOW CAN YOU STEAR CLEAR WHEN YOU ARE FOCUSED ON REVERSE?
YOU’RE COERSED INTO CATATONIC PREOCCUPATION.
TOMORROW’S BLESSINGS ARE FROZEN BY YESTERDAY’S CURSE.


QUIT PICKING THE SCAB YOU HAVE CONTINUALLY NURSED.
PAST IMPERFECT HEALS IF YOU PUT FUTURE PERFECT FIRST.

WHEN I CLIMB THE FINAL STEP, AN “ALL-HAIL” WILL BREAK LOOSE,
AS I LAUD THE KING WHO REGALES TO COOK THE DEVIL’S GOOSE!

Penetrate their disguise.  Look deep past their eyes. What of the chip on their shoulder?  

 Or the festering grudge?  His love beckons be bolder.  Who are we  to judge?

 How can we know what he or she has braved?  None get through this world untarnished, unscathed!

Brave on.  Do not waiver!  Save one.  Grant His favor!

There is a wintry heart that His Spring can melt.  Crucifixion pierces back to what man felt

Before chromosomes and sin wrecked havoc,  before accidental mental traffic,

Collided with innocence; made them two-faced..............spiritually bludgeoned.

Dreadfully flaying...........spraying Lucifer's mace.............fearfully curmudgeoned.

So surely save them with His Salve........anoint with grace's oil.

Opening Holy Spirit's valve................to flow out and flood sin's soil.

Thus redemption will have the Bridegroom restore............ his bride so holy, more virginal than before

The world sullied her regal gown.............so empirical. What a cause for celebration!  What a miracle!


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