No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
Selfish is guilt, when used in the noun
Silently stagnate until in verb form
No movement or action, no motivation beyond
The dark place of shame for some is the norm
Or maybe in self, where justification is rule
We reach out for reason in hopes to deny
Where our failures we choose to fiercely defend
No need to look out from the souls inner eye
Thank God for the peace where repentance is gift
Where guilt moves into action and forgiveness is key
The evolvement of life pushes noun into verb
Life into change, guilt to compassion in Him meant to be
Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Praise be to God and the Father of Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.
In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me
Gesture in the simplest form
Listening from a heart that’s torn
His light shines bright from the darkest place
Where we often are tempted to hide our face
He never does not light our way
If in our hearts we ask Him to stay
Help me Father to remain silently true
Your loves speaks beyond those who knew
Never will you abandon a one
Who asks you into the heart undone
Abortion, such an ugly word, so ugly we don’t talk about it with each other. We rather choose to beat each other up with it. It’s ugly for a reason
Abortion, it’s all in how you look at it and I pray we do just that
Abortion, an act of violence chosen in response to terror
Compassion, the pride of righteousness is replaced with the solution of life and the offering of support beyond the termination of the problem. Eventually the shoe always does drop and with choice comes consequence
Compassion, Gods gift to respond to another not merely react to their pain
Hypocrisy, when we shout down each other for shouting down each other
Hypocrisy, when the bullied becomes the bully
Hypocrisy, when we profess to be the champion for the less fortunate yet choose the more convenient way, in the attempt to silent the silent
Hypocrisy, who can scream the loudest while victimizing the victim wins the argument
I pray we look beyond the right to choose
And research why and what we have to loose
I think we get so caught up in the act of fight
That we know not what is the true plight
Sometimes we’re quick to judge another
Flaunt our righteousness in protection of sister/brother
Arguments screamed in high volume
In the hopes that doing so, the agenda you must consume
The fight to right the injustice to all?
Loses it’s merit when discussion is not brought out to call
Then Jesus told His disciples, if anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.”
I do not see, because i choose to see not
With eyes wide shut, the soul to rot
My God, my God I cry to thee
As He continues to reach beyond the me
In the attempt for self, I’m brought to my knees
Where, from the broken and battered
His compassion, our heart best sees
In Him I praise His full embrace
He held me close as I turned my face
Never to leave me in the dark
He shines a light that leaves His mark
And now I see, from where compassion grows
It is through His grace that mercy shows
I praise you Father for the gift in sight
And loving me through my own might
The praise of peace
The peace in praise
Inside the heart is Jesus raised
The ransom paid in love the cost
So that my soul may not be lost
I praise the peace in Him alone
Forgiven sins He did atone
In peace He holds me close to thee
In praise I pray to constant be
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief!”
For sometime i have believed
In Father, Son and Holy Spirit, the trinity in one
A leap of faith, the spirit led
Where the search had been so long
Never did I question Him from the time i first believed
But oh how i did question self, knowing full well the heart deceived
In that, is where God loves us past the doubts within ourselves
And into his amazing grace where He heals us into soul
Where tears of life in grief and joy, we move beyond the cries of fear
He loves us as we gasp for air in the panic of life’s mid-fall
Praise God, for the breath of faith He offers us each all
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you”
Where have all the unborn gone
Long time passing
Where have all the unborn gone
All those many souls
Does the soul come with our first breath
Upon the beating of our hearts
Or does it come in His breath
From where each soul finds start
Conception to creation of soul
That is meant to be
This I believe comes before
What we are meant to see
I believe within that heart that beats
Has already a soul been formed
And not one to terminate but rather celebrate
The miracle has been performed
I’ve been repurposing things of past for some time now. However, recently I’ve been finding new purpose of my own and getting a little more symbolic in creativity.
This mosaic cross is clear and colored glass beads on a used but repainted frame. I’ve kept a daisy pattern within and surrounding the cross of blue. In the center is a single clear green glass bead. The light shines beautifully and so differently throughout the day, when placed in a location to let the sunshine in.
Hey man in my family, not a one of us fall far from the family tree.
It matters not if our bloom has long since faded far from the vine or if we are just coming into bud.
We continually sprout, bud and eventually bloom into the fruit we were intended to bare.
For us we were through many years of grafting, pruning and nuturing meant to produce the love of faith, forgiving and family that was planted by those who have long since past, yet had laid solid ground for us to grow.
How silly, ridiculous and arrogant of us to do anything other than continue and progress, as meant to be.
From what I know of life, not much that grows without encumbrance holds within the seed of character.
Character must be cultivated in the rich soil of family, some adversity, rich love and most of all a deep rooted faith.
For my family, each and everyone I pray. we continue grow through all the twisting, turning and most of all loving that lies within and beyond our family tree.