I  told you how I felt in all candid sincerity,
You however may have thought I could’ve shown much more warmth and charity...

My goal most truly was always with your best interest at heart,
At times though even our best loving intentions instead of fusing together may pull apart.

Please, please! never think I am not on your side!
For I most truly do love you daughter, of this I never ever to you have lied.

Certainly the meaning behind love is always to be honest and kind.
Our purity in conveying it at times will perhaps not function this way, but instead appear to be deaf dumb and blind.

No, our love is not always perfect and perhaps also not clear as crystal.
However, I promise it’s intentions at length will eventually hit its target, as does a launched guided missile.

To all children this advice about love, and I ask you to kindly keep this open perspective.
Please never lose sight of your fathers love and his I internal tender objective...


J.I.F.

1 Corinthians 13:8a
Love never fails.

PERFECT
Imperfections


No one is perfect in human form this is a fact!
But let us now make a imperfectly perfect pact.

You see it’s not always what is perfect by symmetrical standard at every angle that will create something that looks correct.
But it’s the inner eye of dimension that we individually conceive as our flawless introspect.

We all contribute our own facets to every equation that we assemble in our minds eye that is ideal.
This is what gives everything we may scrutinize it’s genuine appeal.

Picasso was abstract in his reality based expressions.
Every one of us are likewise distinctive with our uniquely assessed impressions.

Almighty God you are perfect in all analysis of what is love and that surely gives us unlimited heartfelt glee!
Of this we are aware because everyday you observe our perfect imperfections, and continue to share your love and mercy,
relentlessly...


J.I.F.

ROMANS 8:38,39

For I am convinced that neither death nor life nor angels nor governments nor things now here nor things to come nor powers  39 nor height nor depth nor any other creation will be able to separate us from God’s love that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

1 JOHN 4:8

Whoever does not love has not come to know God, because God is love.

Darkness falls and life goes black,
Fear sets in like an imminent heart attack!

All around things seem so pandemic,
Fears spread like an out of control epidemic...

Supply’s are running out and scarce are the necessities,
No time to think of any comforting amenities...

Just then light breaks through from the heavens above,
Peace descends as a innocent dove...

Yes his hope comes our direction by way of accurate information,
Helping us move with the proper inclination...

Yes in the end all fears lose to the love of his goodness,
His kingdom then enters in with its complete fullness...


J.I.F.

Luke 21:26

People will become faint out of fear and expectation of the things coming upon the inhabited earth, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.

Romans 8:31

What, then, are we to say about these things? If God is for us, who will be against us?

A perfect start was the beginning for two,
All was happy and on the horizon nothing askew...

The rules were simple as well as few,
Nothing there was to misconstrue...

Then came a seed of doubt from a source that slithered,
He made accusations, said if you believe me, you’ll be delivered...

Then the fall was set and ready for the ****,
Yes his trap he placed with conniving skill…

Here now we are inheritors of this monumental folly,
Ball now in our court how will we return the volley?

Choices are clear just look at all the filth in our earths atmosphere,
Each day another opportunity for yourself to adhere...

Yes, in the beginning they had it all!
Now time to be resilient and please try always to correctly recall...


J.I.F.

Genesis 1:1
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

They make the day refreshing and carefree...
Like a perfect sunny afternoon under a massive shade tree...

All apprehension of tensions that cause one stress,
Relieved by the innocence of a child’s mild jest...

Love given without flaw of pretentiousness,
From a source of sheer defenselessness...

These are the characteristics of the young children of love,
Sent here to guide us, from our father that is far, far above...


J.I.F.

Mark 10:14

At seeing this, Jesus was indignant and said to them: “
Let the young children come to me; do not try to stop them, for the Kingdom of God belongs to such ones.

All tears I’ve reluctantly saved.
My account of life reflects a balance, that clearly indicates I’m still deep pains slave.

To each his own plight, this is the reality we each must face.
Still collectively we endeavor to strategize collectively, although individual members of this broken human race.

The more we try to manipulate the incoherence of our battered time.
The more we realize, in the span of our whisper of life, there is mostly no rhythm, nor rhyme.

Life’s leprous dividends of anguish who truly understands, and will subtract them absolutely in our end?
Not a one of us, only he, this we all oh so deeply fully comprehend.

Everyday we add ever-more drops of agony to the debt of our personal pity bank.
In his mercy we have faith, a permanently blotting out, to a complete blank!


J.I.F.


Matthew 18:37

37 Moved with pity at this, the master of that slave let him off and canceled his debt.

Psalm 51:1

Show me favor, O God, according to your loyal love. Blot out my transgressions according to your great mercy.

Psalm 72:13

13 He will have pity on the lowly and the poor, And the lives of the poor he will save.  

Psalm 90:9

9 Our days ebb away because of your fury; And our years come to an end like a whisper.

Mark 1:40,41

40 There also came to him a *****, pleading with him even on bended knee, saying to him: “If you just want to, you can make me clean.”  41 At that he was moved with pity, and he stretched out his hand and touched him, and said to him: “I want to! Be made clean.”

Psalm 56:8
8 You keep track of my wandering. Do collect my tears in your skin bottle. Are they not recorded in your book?

Why am I not able to cry anymore?
Doesn’t even help if I slam myself down to the floor...

How will they be loosed those million other tears I have trapped inside?
The ones that have said no more, this is enough! We for now must just run and hide...

Please tell me when this excruciating chapter will end, and the new beginning will come?
And where did all these pounding boulders of emotionless pain arrive from?

Will my sentiments forever continue dry as dust?
Will my heart one day crumble as thousand year old rust?

These are the things I think about daily.
And genuine smiles are something that come only very rarely...

No more tears, how I do wish I had at least one.
But no matter how hard I try, I still have none...


J.I.F.