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Love is patient,
It willingly waits,
Accommodating the pace,
of others,
it is never in a haste.

Love is kind,
It provides support for the long haul,
even in the heaviest downpours.
It appreciates the efforts others make,
However small.

It does not envy, it does not boast.
It exudes humility wherever it goes.
Love is not proud,
"I" is never what it's about.
Love is not rude,
even when it's in a foul mood.

It is not self-seeking,
It does not fight for rights.
Love is not easily angered,
It does not stir up fights.

It keeps no records of wrongs.
Love is forgiving.
It is always protecting,
rather hurting itself than hurting another.

It is always trusting, hoping and persevering even
when the person repeatedly does the wrong thing.
Love never fails.

This is the love that I have.
The love bore to me in death.
When you died on that cross,
You paid the cost.

And now, I'm no longer lost.
Inspired by 1 Corinthians 13, it is used to describe Christ's love for us.
O, there are plenty of untold blessings
that are wrapped in the grace of giving,
but too many are missed by selfishness
and the failure to uphold Christian living.

Real giving is an act of self-denying love,  
an act of faith, obedience and worship;
it’s also an act of the sacred and prophetic,
being reflective of our true relationship

with the Father, Who is watching over us.
When we’re moved by Faith’s spiritual shiver,
many facets of God’s blessings are unleashed-
Forever blessed is Jehovah’s cheerful giver.

Whatever you give to God, He will bless it;
so willingly give your life to Him this day.
Choose to be led by Him, while Faith’s perfume
fills His throne room… as a spiritual bouquet.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
John 3:16; Luke 6,21; Mal 3; 2 Cor 9; Zech 4:10
  
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
    
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
He will make a way for me,
but I’ve got to do my part.
I must keep moving forward…
with His promises in my heart.

Staying in faith, not worried
about who’s holding me back;
I continue to press ahead
in His supply, without lack.
      
Everything is simple for God
and it’s a fact I’ve accepted;
this kinship persists, seeing…
that we are divinely connected.

Heaven’s Husbandman grafted me
into the sacred Vine for Himself;
His Love of words flows from me,
poetry made… for His bookshelf.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Prov 3:6; John 15; Eph 2:10

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
    
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
 Oct 2014 Andrea Fann
oakley
I'm sorry I left so soon.
I wasn't planning on it.
It just happened without warning.
I'll miss you.
But don't worry, we'll see each other again some day.
I'm here if you want to talk, I just won't respond.
I'd talk to you if I weren't busy pushing up daisies.
The nighttime has vanished
And with it my fears
I am dauntless now
I will shed no more tears
This cliff is nothing
I scale it in a day
The ocean beside me
I circle without delay
I will walk this earth
Without a care in this world
I will scale every mountain
No danger unheard
Legions of armies
Try to tear me down
But to no avail!
I will rise from the ground
I will go to the tallest tower
Yes the largest on earth
I will show those cowards
Who I was from birth
I will fight off every dragon
Save the princess from her tower
Yes, I will be the victor
I will never cower
Every feat done by man
I will do ten times over
Fear has lost definition
I feel no exposure
In the face of danger and fear
I laugh.
For danger and fear have become
As chaffs.
Yes I will become mightiest of them all
But before I do that, I must learn how to fall
There is a side to us which is hidden from all.
It nearly always creeps and crawls.
In darkness it is hidden from sight.
It only comes out when touching the light.
Only then will people see this dark side,
It contrasts the light, then runs and hides.
 Aug 2014 Andrea Fann
oakley
Mosaic
 Aug 2014 Andrea Fann
oakley
I know that you're made of alot of broken pieces,
Just like a mosaic.
Mosaics are beautiful and colorful,
Just like you.
I get ready to go
I sigh as I step
the day has turned to a chore
I don't want to do anything anymore

but then

as I step outside I see
a flower
the air is warmer
the birds are singing
the grass is green
and the day is better

and

all of a sudden the whole world around me lights up
with colour.
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