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Introduction
1. Consider this.
You are a work in progress and God is the workman. You are the clay
and he is the potter. Imagine creation, the mountains, the trees the
sky, his hands made them and each day they change, something
marvelous happens to nature. Today's sunset is not tomorrow's, nor is
that wide expanse of sky with its differing patterns. Consider the
mountains, thousands of trees on a mountainside. If one leaf fell off
would you be able to tell? If a new leaf appeared could you tell which
one? Probably not. Most definitely not.
We too a part of his creation, a little below the angels he says. Observe
nature more closely, and you will observe God. You will observe
yourself and the image that you have been made in. You will see that
each and very single day there is a gift in creation that God gives to us.
Today mines were the sky, a beautiful gorgeous sky, and a background
of mountains. I observed and I felt for a moment Gods breath and
width. I looked at the sky a few times oft, and each time was different.
The view was not the same. Each was more beautiful, intense and
breathtaking even amidst gray skies there was always a piece of
blue, even if I had to look for it. I found a parallel between this days
events and the view of my soul. Each day God is working in me to
create something breath taking and awe inspiring. A leaf may fall, a
leaf may grow. I cannot tell the difference, but he can. Each day even
when my soul seems filled with darkness there is some light, some
blue, some clarity. It is the God in me. I must find it. Each day the sun
sets and rises in splendor and in difference. Same colours, different
hues. Each day my soul awakens and rests having going through
shades of darkness and shades of light. Each day is never the same.
Each night is never the same. The stars have no set place of rest, or a
set time to twinkle. The moon, a crescent a half, a full. The creator of
this universe, My God, touches his creation every second of the day,
and night and it is never the same. Consider this. He touches you. And
he touches me. We might not recognize, but his hand always touches
us. Behold his creation and see his hands at work. Let him speak to you
through his creation. For you is his creation, beautiful and precious in
his sight. And if you look you will see his hand. It can be found in
Love shown to a stranger; An argument abated before bedtime; A hug;
A smile; A kiss; A child's smile; Forgiveness. These are the works of his
hand. Look for them and consider how truly beautiful you are today
and wait with bated breath for tomorrow.
WANT TO
Morning Devotion
2. Make me a Blessing .
3.SOUL MATE
Your soul mate is not the person who completes your soul.
It is the person with whom you realize your soul with, along this
journey of life.
Your soul mate is not someone to whom you bare your soul.
It is the person who bears the sorrows and the joys of your soul with
you.
Your soul mate is not the only person in the world for you.
It is the person who is the only one there besides God when there is no
one else to stand beside you.
Your soul mate is not the person who you might fall dashingly in love
with.
It is the person who when you fall, with God being their help rushes like
an angel to your aid, lest your foot be dashed to the ground.
Your soul mate is not the half of you that you've been searching for all
your life.
It is the shadow of you seen in the Light of God amidst the darkness of
this world.
Your soul mate is not the person that you searched to find all your life.
It is the person that you find when you have found, your self.
All Woman
4.Woman in all her glory
Purpose of Life
5.The Dove
7.Circle of Life.
The circle of life brings you to one beginning and one end.
It brings you to God.
The Alpha and the Omega.
Many times life goes round and round.
Where and when did it ever begin, and when will it end.
It began long before you and will end after you.
It will go on without you even.
This circle of life.
Sometimes the circle seems like a square.
And you feel boxed into corners.
Always running into corners that look the same.
Hiding from the center, hiding from the darkness of your soul.
Sometimes the circle seems like a rectangle.
And you run from end to end, touching the walls of your being.
And you feel like your back is against the wall.
So you run to the other wall.
Back and forth and forth and back.
Sometimes the circle seems like a triangle.
With three sided stories.
And you go from angle to angle to see the sides.
But the moral of the story is still the same.
You are at the peak of despair.
And you're back to square one.
Where and when did it ever begin, and when will it end.
Find the center of the circle, a voice says " The center of the circle of
life".
From the corners of your mind, the twisted angles of your body, and
the walls of your soul you realize the center.
It is a light that you cannot hide from, a power that you cannot escape.
Every point of the circle it is there.
Every point of your life it is there.
A guiding light in the darkness.
There are no corners to hide in, no walls to lean upon.
It is a journey around.
You can only see the step in front of you.
You cannot see behind or too far ahead.
So where does the circle take you?
Where do I come from, where do I go to? You ask
You come from God You go to God.
And the light in the center will take you there
This is the circle of your life
SOLITUDE
Solitude
Beautiful Solitude.
Where Angels voices sing.
And breath of life is near.
And seraphs perch their glorious wings.
Silencing the lamb's fears.
Solitude
Peaceful Solitude.
Where time and space knows no bounds.
Where heart is light and free.
Spirit is arrayed in love's sarong
And the I's become the me.
Solitude
Lovely Solitude.
Where sweet confidence abounds.
Where true inner beauty lies.
That place where happy souls are found
Life springs forth, a newborn baby cries.
Solitude
Marvelous Solitude.
When woman beholds her face
The beauty of this solitude her true beauty to be revealed.
Her head is wrapped with grace.
Where song and poetry give birth and the queen within is freed.
Voice of Soul.
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YES JESUS LOVES ME
I love Jesus, not more than you not less than you.
But simply I love Jesus.
I may not express it as you do.
But in the quiet recesses of my heart, I feel it.
Causing my heart to leap for, joy, as John The Baptist did in his
mothers’ womb.
My heart leaps, though not reaching my lips.
It is a silent proclamation, and acclamation of the heart and soul to
God.
And I know that he hears it
I know he feels ‘it
I know he accepts it.
And new thoughts of the love of Jesus, give birth in me,
I see Jesus in a new light, I see Jesus in candlelight.
And isn’t he beautiful, beautiful, isn’t he
Seeds of praise and worship are planted in my heart.
And I rejoice silently.
Because I love Jesus.
But more wonderful than that
Jesus Loves me.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I
will fear no evil.
Morning of Indifference
So many voices so many tones so many stories that keep being told.
So many angles so many sides , so many truths so many lies, so many
thoughts so many dreams, so much certainties, or so it seems, not
certainly. So much signals, so many signs, so many directions so many
scribes. So many of this so many of that , so much information, so little
fact. So many impressions, so many outers, so many sons so many
daughters.
So what shall I do, so what shall I say, so what path of thought word
and deed leads the right way. I have a tone its my personal vibe, but
sometimes of feel like I don’t fit into the tribe, like my thoughts do not
conform always to the mark. Sometimes I feel that you might say, get
from me you depart.
Sorry
For the moments and memories that were unknown, and unfelt and
hidden in time and space of another love.
That were catapulted into the present and foreshadowed the future.
Creating a crowded time and space.
I am indeed sorry.
For the nights I did not sleep
When my heart ached for the promises of the past.
Because I stand now before God, with no regrets , no pleadings, just
standing with nothing to say but .
I am sorry.
Sorry that I did not love yet loved, did not care yet cared. Left but
stayed , despaired but hoped
That I was but I was not
I am sorry that I hurt you , no ifs regrets, nothing to do or say
I am sorry.
God knows that I am sorry
I am sorry that I loved you in the shadows of the past, in between the
first love of my heart.
I am sorry that I hurt you .
I really am
You thinks that if you wear that earring instead that you will make a
bigger splash in the water life.
A grander impact you thinks.
You thinks that if you cut that skirt a little shorter that more eyes will
saunter you thinks.
A sexier statement you thinks.
You believes that if you curl those eye lashes a little tighter that you’ll
capture him.
Yes him.
A tool of conquest you believes.
You believes that if you talk a certain way, that those mens will be
drawn to you like a magnet.
Spider webbed words you believes.
You hopes that you is the finest girl there and that you will be the talk
of the space.
The most beautiful girl you hopes.
You hopes that with the way you talk act and look that you would have
made a mark.
A fabulous impression you hopes.
So you get there and there are myriad other thoughts belief’s and
hopes all wrapped up in pretty packages.
You get home, take off the earrings
Take off the dress
Wash off your face.
You pray “Gentle Jesus Meek and Mild”
And you make your way to the bed to sleep
And dream of how much better you could have looked.
A different earring you could have wore.
A dress that did not make you just look like everybody else.
The perfect lashes.
The cutest conversation.
Your greatest impression.
And you did not look into the mirror to see the tears you were crying,
the love you were seeking, the soul you were ignoring, the beauty you
were denying , right there in your face. The you , natural, free
unbounded.
Part 2.
You thinks that if you wear those earrings you’d be as a star studded
sky beautiful.
An expressed jewel of the night you thinks
.
You thinks that if do that low neck thing with a wicked pair of pants or
perhaps…that you will look fine.
An original statement you thinks.
You believes that if you dab some Vaseline mixed with mascara on
those lashes that the beauty of your eyes will shine like the moon in
the night sky
Wide-eyed ready for the world you believes
You believes that if you skip the skit and be yourself that a light in you
will draw others.
Like Bees to the honey comb you believes
You hopes that you will have a wonderful time and that you would
infect and be infected by the love in this place
Loving life in each moment you hopes.
You hopes that with the way are and that way you express would have
touched the soul of the world.
A beautiful expression you hopes.
So you get there and there are myriad other thoughts belief’s and
hopes all expressed in various ways.
You get home, take off your jewelry
Take off your clothes.
Wash your face.
You pray “Gentle Jesus Meek and Mild”
And you make your way to the bed to continue your talk with God
And thank him for the beautiful day that he hath made.
The beauty of his creation-you.
The gift of expression- you.
The perfect lashes-yours.
The real conversations-you.
Your truest expression.-you
And you did look into the mirror and saw the joy you were feeling, the
love you were seeking, the soul you were being, the beauty you were
living , right there in your face. The you, natural, free unbounded.
Selah
Love yourself
daughterzion
Spontaneous Praise
You are Marvellous
You are Marvellous
Fantastic
Glorious
Amusing
Confusing
You take me from faith to
Believing to Knowing
And I’m growing.
And knowing
And growing
God you are
Marvellous
So Marvellous
Fantastic
Glorious
Amusing
Confusing
Thank you for choosing me
Tripple deception
I’m trying to be you
And you trying to be her
And she is trying to be me.
Tripple deception is what its going to be
Mirror Mirror
\\Half Bloom
Ode to Moses
Aint you a wonderful God
Ain’t you marvellous, incredulous
stupendous
Ain’t you.
Imagine Moses hidden for three
months
Amidst the Pharaoh’s terror
Imagine building a basket to put him
in.
Amidst Pharaoh’s anger.
Imagine sending him along the river.
Amidst Pharaoh’s slaughter.
Imagine that.
Ain’t you a wonderful God.
See the Pharaoh’s daughter finding
baby Moses.
See Moses sister, calling Moses
mother to be the nursemaid.
See.
See her paid to nurse her own child.
What a thing.
Imagine That.
Pharaoh who.
God is who
And aint’t he wonderful.
So who or what is your Pharaoh.
And Who is God.
Aye. He is a wonderful God indeed.
It doesn’t matter