Personal Choice It can be sentitive or insensitive free the spirit or give birth to the horros around you. It can fuel your compassion or make you immune out of tune, to how you, impact me and the few who don't agree with you. Just be certain that your choice cure and does not obsure.
Tag: poetry for the soul
All Things
All Things Do we know, all things work for them good of them that love the Lord? Do we know love that does not deceive or lie, or hate? Love that does not descriminate? You will never fail for you were born to prevail against the strongest gale that comes to tear you down. Laugh like the chiming breeze laugh bold and loud and exhale. All things are working for your good.
In My Weakness
I felt the stab sharper than the sword that knows no limit the sword of the Spirit. I am weak! I cried and fell to my knees. Sufficient He is so here I will rest awhile, while He carries me. A burden too great for anybody else. I will lay here on this table here so while He puts me back together again removes the thorn tormenting me. What if I cried into laughing knowing there is power in my weakness?
Every Blooming Thing.
Every Blooming Thing. Every blooming thing is a treasure and all must grow and thrive nothing must be left below they must sway and dance day and night. Every blooming thing has beauty natural and not contrived spreading wide enough to gather all the bouncing shining lights. Every blooming thing must produce their talents must be used to give love and life and so be profuse. Every blooming thing must live so all their talents they can give to those weary beaten broken souls who need their fragrance to forgive!
Tear Down Those Idols
Tear Down Those Idols Whom do you love and give your time to your life to and to it give your peace? Whom do you listen to allow to lead you access you and when frightened, entreats? Whom do you trust above the ones you love and take the time to lose your time to? Whom do you shadow make promises to and whom pray tell do your very soul pursues? Pursue beauty pursue you pursue what God says is true. There is greatness poured into the grey to bring forth the colours that lies said were untrue of you.
This Feels Like God
This Feels Like God Each raindrop falling on leaves that gives me so much peace and with the sun shining down on me a light that makes me see the hand of God. A gentle gigle floating in the breeze that gets entagled with the trees reminds me of the innocence of one who believes in the promises of miracles. A gentle flowing stream that carries the wonders of life that washes over me and sets me free to grow, swell and just be free. In a truh that never cease For truth God holds the keys and so because this truth I know I say, "Yes Lord I agree".
Two Elephants Fought
Two Elephants Fought Two Elephants fought, and there was inconsolable weeping because they brought nought but senseless destruction and bleeding. Two politican made a bet, each from the comfort of their cars how many citizens will welcome death to make them their luminous star. Two enemies tampled underfoot, the gentle blades of grass, the grass rooted helplessly looked as hastily their futures scurried pass. Two goliath drew their sword, in a worldly display of power they each declared themselves lord but mercilessly shreded the gentle flowers. Two sycophants stood at court, before the people looking for their support but their words were poison and lethal. The weak though many, are the ones who get hurt the ones whose loads are heavy loads which stomps them slowly in the dirt.
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