Friday, December 19, 2003
STRAGGLER
The freedom fight has just begun As we rise to see another sun; From dawn to dusk the day begins, And someday soon we’ll buy our sins. Or has the price been paid already? The question makes me wonder: Is the answer too ponderous and heady? Flashing by in this life at the speed of light, I pause to...
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Wednesday, December 17, 2003
SEVENTEEN
Seventeen a perfect age, the date it is today! I’m seventeen, my hair is brown, my eyes they shine so gray! My dreams of sea-wreaths overwrought pull me down deep within The ocean’s bluest, greenest keeps and covers o’er my sin. A tide of blood my saviour shed for me upon the cross. All for him will...
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Sunday, December 14, 2003
Sunday Greetings!!!
Reticent to say it, but oh what the hell, I might as well insinuate that all who cannot tell the truth are doomed to fight the fight and break that Satan’s spell. For doubters still can turn to Faith and hear the ringing of the bell. Hear it, kings and princesses, for it tolls for thee, I know the...
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Thursday, December 11, 2003
THE SIDETRACK TO GLORY
Prelude: A childless mother embittered by years, angry with God, full of hatred and fears was once lost on the sidetrack to glory. This is a glimpse of her hopeless story. * * * Down in the depths of my despair, when I waste my days with woe, as I think of all the many times my sidetracked weeds I...
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PURITY: OF LOVE & EVIL
So many things I have denied. High as the world is wide. To prove God’s love, I’ve cried out against him, criticized him, raged, swore at him, told him I’m a caged rat in a maze, and that all of this is staged. Bluffing is something I’ve not often been fond of. Pure evil is essentially the same as...
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Monday, December 8, 2003
A Panoramic Glance Across the Vistas of Eternal Glory
Racy and splendid the farming flying fingers harvest a blue moon over Brooklyn; amid a current of harsh lightning, Cain of a different kind is raised. Reckless abandon verifies the sharp relief of the geographical shape of our love, and I sense its dim outlines not delineated but concentric and...
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Sunday, December 7, 2003
The Prodigal's Return
He tasted of the fatted calf, he felt the honour of the feast. A son who’d been so long away, a touch of leaven from last to least. His father made glad by his return, his mother weeping, filled with joy; the years of absence now behind, for once again they have their boy. And as a new page now is...
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Friday, December 5, 2003
the last, last straw
I. Preliminaries Restore unto me, oh Lord, the joy of my salvation? Long have I endured the days of drought and desolation, Self-inflicted tortures that erode determination, not to mention other forms of spiritual deterioration. It atrophies, like smoke blown from the diaphragm. Can I say it any...
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Saturday, November 29, 2003
Blown Dry By the Holy Ghost
Drenched in my sin, I tremble within; for want of a cure, my soul obdures like ice on a flow covered with snow. O May I find favor in you, my Savior, and as I now pray for grace on this day turn me from harm, keep me safe and warm, and touch me within as you blow dry my sin. Like a warm summer...
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Friday, November 28, 2003
My Prayer
Oh may I be heaven-bound, As I desire to do thy will. Help me in my walk, My earthly ambition to kill, And as I have leave to talk, Help me my heart to spill, Like blood upon the altar, A sacrifice, a living sound, Never to fail or fall or falter, Yielding up to you my wound, Though in torment,...
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