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PSALM TWENTY OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY THY LORD GOD, JEHOVAH MAGEN.

1)
Bring unto
thy Lord
songs of
doxology.
2)
Let His
people
praise Him.
3)
And along
with the
counsel of
heaven.
4)
Let
thy angel
praise
Thee oh
Lord let
the hosts
of
heaven
adore
Thee.
5)
Oh Lord
God of
heaven
and earth
Ye are so
great and
excellent.
6)
Ye are
the only
possibility
in every
impossible
cases.
7)
Let the
heart of
Cloudnine
praise Ye.
8)
Let the
souls of
the living
and invisible
creatures
praise thee.
9)
Blessed
be thy
Lord
our God.
10)
Be
magnified
oh Lord
Amen.
Selah!
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It was a vow for me from heaven to shall be a vessel of His praise.. An expression of His glory. So I'm always inspired and and motivated.
Glenn Currier Oct 2020
This place is an oasis
in the midst of loneliness.
How could I be so lonely
while wrapped in your embrace?
For the poets on HePo
i observe my naked body in the mirror
scanning the war torn battle ground
that i once despised but have grown to love

my fingers trace the bumps and scars
there is familiarity in the exploration
i linger at the grooves in my wrist
it reminds me of a recording
that i have inked into my skin

i observe my naked body in the mirror
the woman in the reflection holds no fear
she has learnt to read the signs of beauty
the signs that are etched all over this Australian body

i observe my naked body in the mirror
this is the body of a warrior
thirty one years of growth
thirty one years of truth
i observe my naked body in the mirror
i appreciate the view
self love is a precious commodity
Kambria Keelie Sep 2020
I know I have a chaotic mind, but if I was a moth would you keep me safe at night? Maybe help me find the light from time to time?

And sometimes I can’t find the right words to say, but would you feed me flowers if I was a butterfly for a day? Maybe keep the birds at bay?

What I mean is; you make me less mean and I really mean it. I hope you don’t get sick of me...yet.
A week after my relationship began I awoke in the dead of my sleep next to my partner at 8am with this poem stuck in my head.
Dibs Sep 2020
Can you
Listen quietly
To the heart beat of
A caring,
Gentle melody
Coming from someone
Can you hear that?
Because
I know
Who can
But
He only have one friend
Not peace and calmness
Only silence
He doesn’t listen to anyone
Only silence
No one understand him
Only silence
Hours, days, years until death
He lives with silence

One day he met someone
A woman
He was loved.
He was forced to hear
Her lovely rhythm
And sweet sound
He listen silently

To feel
Those echoes
Vibrating on his bone
And the compassion and
Genuine intention
She shows to him

A sound of love
Produce sweet loud noises
Orchestrated
Music to his ears
He dance to it
More than you do
The sound of a woman’s love
The Giver, The Taker and The Stealer
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