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I love it so much! <3
This lady thrives on the divine grace of Faith and the rich embrace of caffeine.
@loopylin @people @etc
This poem doesn’t make much sense by nature soo XD But it’s fun to say out loud.
– Sensory Overload –
The cheeto dust sticks to my fingers.
Zappy plastic casts itself through my chloroplasts –
A science fiction invasion.
Suddenly life consists of balance,
Yin and Yang,
As the tang of cheese and sweat give voice to
The utmost trepidation.
…
Butter becomes a face mask, a cask
I am an octopus gassed, with all the arms in
The world. Given this proposal,
You better know the senses squishing
Against me.
Skin shines with craters, wrinkled slime, stars, sucked
Down the garbage disposal.
The exhaustion is strong with this one
@whalekeeper I could have sworn I responded to this earlier.
I love it. You somehow managed to make me grin and cringe at the same time.Have you drank water today?
Eve
I’m an outcast
By the choices I’ve made
I thought it’d be cool
I thought I’d be great
Yeah, I’m an outcast
Guarded away
From the garden where I spent my best days
Now I’m living in pain
Giving birth in the rain
To Cain
And Able
Cursed is the ground
Changing all that’s around
Thorns and sharp teeth on animals
I thought it’d be great
But there’s such pain –oh
I once knew good
But now I know evil
At the Creation Museum in Kentucky, we walked through the story of history. The beauty of the Garden of Eden. The now dangerous animals you could play with like dogs. It’s cool that all the verses they used to describe how it was were actually prophecies of what Jesus is going to restore it to.
Then the Fall, mankind chose to disobey God and evil entered the world. Thorns. Killer dinosaurs. Pain. Murder. War. Destruction.
Yet by Jesus living a sinless life and dying in our place, we can be restored. The God that had to drive Adam and Eve out of paradise and set a guard is the same God who sent His Son to bring us back to Him, cleansed by Jesus’ blood through faith.
One day Jesus will return and will lead the believers back to His new eternal Kingdom.
Joseph or Jesus?
Arrested in the garden
Working for the King
My brother has sold me
The rest are sleeping
Abandoned in this cell
God’s will be done
He can take evil
And turn it to good
While dreams
Keep me awake
I was meant to rule
Is this the way?
Dreams
to be restored
to the glory I laid aside
Favorable dream
In Three days restored
The wine, like Christ’s blood,
lives on for the world
But death once sufficient
as last supper bread,
Will no more be broken
But gloried instead.
While dreams
Keep me awake
I was meant to rule
This is the way
Dreams
to be restored
to the glory at my Father’s side
I’ll take the cup given to me
I’ll bring my family thru to safety
I’ll endure this for the joy
To serve as God’s own boy
While dreams
Are coming true
I was meant to rule
This is God’s way
Dreams
Now I’m restored
to the glory at my Father’s side
Life upon the Darkness
Once again wrapped in cloth strips
And laid down on hewn out stone
But now soldiers guard the entrance
And Christ lay there all aloneA sword had pierced her own heart
Where Mary kept her treasury
She knew God’s Son had come to save us
Yet they’d killed the King of kingsA Great Light upon the darkness
Beaming tender God’s mercy
Come to give to us salvation
And to guide our feet in peaceAnd to grant that we might serve Him
Without fear of wrath of death
Yet the Sabbath comes and all is quiet
In the tomb is not a breathHear now, shepherds, angel’s praises?
Come run, fishermen, behold
“Glory to God in the highest!
Jesus rose as He foretold!!”Let’s go tell it on the mountains
Good news, great joy for all the lands
Christ’s the only way to heaven
Immanuel is “God with man”A Great Light upon the darkness
Beaming tender God’s mercy
Come to give to us salvation
And to guide our feet in peaceMerry Christmas!
“Io non ho bisogno di denaro.
Ho bisogno di sentimenti.”It’s a verse from an Italian poem I’ve forgotten the name of. It translates pretty much to “I don’t need money. I need feelings.”
Pray, thou shalt simply add ketchup unto the mac'n'cheese.
Few
Let my words be few
With all Your power in view
Your love and wisdom too
Oh let my words be fewLet my words be few
You know our needs before I do
In long-suffering or trials new
Oh let my words be fewLet my words be few
You know the times are soon
When You will judge righteous dueYou’ve got this
In Your control
So let my words be fewEcclesiastes 5:2
“Do not be hasty in word or impulsive in thought to bring up a matter in the presence of God. For God is in heaven and you are on the earth; therefore let your words be few.”Seek
I wish my tongue could pray as I ought
To bestow upon my Saviour the praise due Him.
Rather weakness I find
And a distracted mind
That dwells on work, my friends, my hobbies,
And my small ambitions [that] I hope to change the world with.
Did not the Christ say to seek first Him, His Kingdom and His righteousness?
Then unto me the rest gracious be.
Why, O heart, do you not give all to the King that asks?
And promises grandeous palaces with Him to come?
Almighty Father God,
Thank You for welcoming a child such as I
Help me be Thine forevermore.
Those Hands
I stood before the Judge in chains,
Imprisoned by entangling sin.
The charges stood against me truthful
As the court’s session commenced
My accuser stood up boldly
And addressed the Bench of my disregard
For God’s law that I broken.
I knew I was guilty as he charged.
No lawyer friend to defend me
For my bad works outweighed my good.
Capital punishment should be my sentence.
The gavel rung. I knew it would.
Then entered in a rather tall Man
And called out, “Judge, set him free!”
He swore an oath to tell Gospel Truth,
Then stood right next to me.
His face was kind, full of compassion,
But the thing about the Man
Was the most striking thing of all–
Twas the nail holes in His hands.
He produced an official letter
And explained what it meant:
That page was a full pardon;
Because the sentence fell to Him.
He turned to me with a sincere tone,
“It applies only if you accept.
You see, I’ve taken your own penalty
And I’m back; I’ve conquered death.”
My face streamed down with tears.
What great love, this gift of life.
“Who are you?” I asked in wonder
“I am the Lord Jesus Christ.
“The nail holes that you pondered,
I took on those at Calvary.
I died for you and the world of sinners.
Will you believe and be set free?”
“I believe and welcome Your grace.
Thank You, Lord, You’ve paid my price–
Satisfied with death in my place.
In Your life, I now have life.”
I live free now in Christ’s honor
Following my Lord’s commands;
And I will never forget
Those precious nail-scarred hands.
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