The Blue Mark means a warm bed How like the wounding of the Soul- So much for kindness That destroys a Nation, Spreading The Red Stain. Flooding immigrant holding pens with dripping, coughing, whooping, dyeing of indifference and remembering The Lash of the Blue Mark
I am poor Lord, but I did not know that I am poor. I thought I was under-funded, broke, one with a negative cash flow. I was wrong. I am in poverty.
I stand at the mountain’s feet and smell gold brilliance flash across clouds, fight the heaven of earth as thunder shakes everything, and watch you through rain pellets slicing me with strength borrowed from your hurricane.
You invited me here and I came. You speak and I listen. I will not trade your voice for the law or an idol that I made because the real you is to unpredictable and wild. I will not run away.
I invite you, my King, to a feast.
This is a targeted and concise message. I appreciate this writing and message.
by Hazel Straub
What is the secret to living in peace, without worries? Keep your focus on God and speak to him about your concerns and listen as he answers you. His peace will saturate you and guard your way of thinking and living. You will go through storms, know he is with you, and keeps you safe. Enjoy God through Jesus!
Don’t be pulled in different directions or worried about a thing. Be saturated in prayer throughout each day, offering your faith-filled requests before God with overflowing gratitude. Tell him every detail of your life, then God’s wonderful peace that transcends human understanding, will guard your heart and mind through Jesus Christ. (Philippians 4:6-7 TPT)
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This is epic!
Aiming to go to our prayer cottage, Our place by the sea It is hard to reach today The four a.m. moon faint, Barely visible reflected in the sea. The journey feels like forever I wheel wounded body and soul Both giving up on me. I cannot wheel myself further, No closer to where I want to be, I call out to You Jesus Do You see how much I need You? Will You rescue me? Even as I think to call out The thought awakens in my mind, "Try again to reach me." In amazement I am here Outside the Cottage-by-the-Sea, Wheeling closer, down to the shore While physical exhaustion drips away The breeze from the sea fills me. The tide is high and crashing in, Sweeping away and sweeping in, The shoreline by the sea. The cares of this earthly life Recede in…
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I believe in love,
Both the small kind
like a can of tomato soup,
And the big kind
Like the Arizona sky.
Even belief is a kind,
Like leafy branches
And deep roots
Tickling the feet of a crystal stream.
Tumbling, rolling and being tossed about,
Standing up, water dripping with laughter,
Turning, leaping high, dancing, exalting,
Droplets falling, soaking the place I stand.
And another wave towers over me,
Crashes through me, tick’ling and soaking me,
Leaping, I giggle and tumble and roll,
Completely loved and overwhelmed by You.