#dedicate
It's time to take a spiritual audit
Take stock of our accounts and plot it
Where are we spiritually? Red or Black?
Are we simply playing defense or are we on the attack?
What is cluttering our lives preventing light from getting in?
And what is so loud that we can't hear God above the din?
Do not be afraid my children, do not live in fear
Trust in the power of God knowing He is here
Let his love lift you up from the spiritual grave
Go therefore and proclaim: "My God is mighty to Save!"
At times we lose sight of what matters the most
None are perfect, indeed, so that none may boast
But we return to God with all our hearts
Cleanse us Lord of all that keeps us apart
Fear has no place before God's amazing grace
Trusting in God and his power and glory
We share in the writing of salvation's story
Let it be done to me according to Your Will
And give me the courage to wait and be still
Lead me back to your loving arms once again
Trusting in the power of God and not men
I fall on my knees "Lord, rescue me please
From myself and from my enemies.
I (re)dedicate my life to you in this hour on this day
And the fear that once controlled me be overcome I pray
So many of us have so much clutter in our lives (both physical and spiritual) that we miss all the blessings and God's great purpose and plan for our lives. Two stories that come to mind about clutter and houses in the Bible are the story of Zacchaeus and the story about Jesus overturning the tables in the temple. Our heart's house (temple) for the Lord is cluttered and there are places we are ashamed of; places that are locked and hidden away. The Album (See Inside) by Out of the Grey is wonderful and ties to this theme quite well, especially the song "That's Where I Live". We know you live inside our hearts, make our heart your home, a place you want to live, and help us open the door and welcome you in. Lord, give us the courage and strength by your grace to dedicate or (re)dedicate our lives to you today. Amen
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 10:41 PM UTC
If your last day comes
before my last breath,
I'll dedicate it to you.
Because you taught me
that as painful as it can be,
life is a better choice than death
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 8:35 PM UTC
Soon is the time to take a break
The body aches as high
energy starts to dissipate
This vacuum burns quick without a wick
For your sake vacate to an empty space
Absorb, recharge and wait
Before shadows turn to creep in place
Dedicate some wealth to yourself
Cleanse and replenish vital health
Prioritise the time ahead
This is not the start nor end
Regenerate in wake
More work to come in a second phase
There is only so far one can bend
Patterns formed from social habits
No linear trends
A new way of living is needed to mend
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
I dedicate this to you
cause only you
can hold me down
you might think this a joke
but i can't act as clawn
i can't stand red noses
they make me to frown
I dedicate this to you
cause you always held
my spine
for me to be focused on my physics
so i can be new Einstein
you will be my Matilda
together will be fine
in the dark we will shine
in our success we will celebrate with wine
I will always keep you close
cause you are mine
You have a home in my mind cause i always think about you all the time
I dedicate this to you....
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
There she laid looking at me
In a way no one has ever looked at me before.
My hands were shaking as I explained
My knotted past.
I will not be easy to hold on to
For my heart is scattered with thorns.
Some nights I'll be quiet and she wouldn't know
How to pull me out of my delusion,
Some nights I'll forget what she sees in me
And lose my balance,
Some nights I'll overthink and
Create a hell for myself,
Some nights I'll trip over the mess I created and apologize for it.
On those nights,
The one thing that will drag me out
Of my own labyrinth is
That look.
No one has ever looked at me quite like that.
-Ikigai Poet
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
everything seems so dark so sad
then i see your smile and my heart ***** its wings gladly
in a way i could like a leach
into joy i would reach
i live off of smiles
if i harvested none i would disapaer from all the worlds inches and miles
in my own ocean of tears
i dedicate my life so no one must be like me with a heart full of tares
only held together with thin fragile thread
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
~ ❤️ ~
A unique soul who shone amidst
bleeding roses and crying lilies.
~ ❤️ ~
One who blurred the line between
realism and divinity.
~ ❤️ ~
One who had a golden nimbus,
two wistful blue pools, and carnal lips.
~ ❤️ ~
A woman intact with her inner child.
~ ❤️ ~
A mirror who shone even with all the
cracks shown.
~ ❤️ ~
An iconic image, underestimated and
manipulated.
~ ❤️ ~
An angel who fought off all your demons
and in your death, never fell from grace.
~ ❤️ ~
A dreamer who held and achieved her dreams.
A dream in lace, a poison in place.
~ ❤️ ~
Greatly loved to this day.
For every little girl is a walking star.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
A Woman Will Wear Her Emotions On Her Sleeve, You Can See Her Feelings On Her Face. So If A Woman Dedicates Herself To Her Man By Providing Him With Loyalty And Trust, The Man In Return Should Give Her The Satisfaction Of Knowing That No Woman Out There Is Capable Of Replacing Her.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
I am the one to give you the stars
When you have the skies.
I am the one who will watch you sleep
And feel the miracle when you breathe.
I am the one who will block fire
In your obnoxious world.
I am the one to give you flowers
Even if you have bounty gardens.
I am the one who will make you happy
Even if you don't need me to.
I am the one who's willing to pain
herself & others for your happiness.
I am the one to see the pain in your eyes
And hate myself for it.
I am the one who caused them to you
Then vow to ease the pain.
I am the one who will dedicate herself
To your happiness
Until the last day
Comes.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
How Could Love Hurt???
We don't even talk no more
Ig we ran out of words for each other
But your my everything
She's my heart
She's my world
But we barley get along
Have you ever been in love??
Well I have
It was the best in my life
But my past life changed all that with the blink of an eye
I can't function
I need time to think feels like I'm falling
Don't wanna have to start all over
I'm use to you baby
I just want you back in my arms
Baby I need you back with me
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
I'm
Dawn,
You're
Dusk.
You love
spicy foods,
I don't.
I eat vegetables,
You don't.
You're my
total opposite.
I never thought
I'll like a man like you.
A man
who only exist in movies,
stories and dreams.
I met you
in a very unexpected time,
in a very unusual way.
You're not my type
to begin with
but
there's something
in you
that made me want
to know you more.
But despite all that,
you're still the man
I wish to spend a year or
a decade with.
The man I can call,
My Love,
My Strength,
My All.
I want
to know you more.
Even the darkest side of you,
the sweet
or
Even the broken side of you.
Because I'd still
accept you just the way you are.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
Purple sheets of petal,
Softly glowing in the dark
Of almost night.
Softly touching my cheek,
the enveloping cloud
surrounds me like a neon cloak.
I can see your face
reflecting in an overflowing
purple pool of mist.
And petals gently plopping,
enveloping the image
of your loveliness.
(Jacaranda madness)
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
I think I want to plant a garden in life
I want to start with beans: Beaning helpful, Beaning kind
Beaning thoughtful, I hope you don't mind
This Garden, I plan to share and you can join me if you care
Keep in mind we need to **** **** out Anger, **** out strife, that threatens to choke out our delicate plants
Next maybe we can try some Squash, squash out prejudice
Squash out greed by helping those in need, it don't always take money to lend a helping hand, just lend a listening ear or any special way only you can, and perhaps we will all grow in a more peaceful land
Maybe if we call work together it will tomato to many people and they too will help us plant this garden and don't forget the water which joins us a together in this garden of life and the water is Love,
I hope to meet you in the garden, there is always room for more understanding and together we can discover what great things the garden can bring
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
I wrote a poem about it
And then threw it away
Because that's the last thing
I need right now:
More words dedicated
To people who will never
Dedicate a
Single thing to
Me.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
I have a blue blanket, it looks corduroy but it's synthetic polynesian cotton.
Considered by some to be polyester. After the ninth year of ownership I started
Telling house guests it had always been mine; but secretly knowing it came from my
Ex Kristina who left it with some of her other things in 2005 in my grand deluxe Evanston
Apartment. In like some really awesome way, I could fold the corners together to see little blocks
Of the Universe form cubes in the fourth dimension and gain a better understanding of my own
Little black shmata. Top drawer, white dresser, in the back with the leftover girlfriend underwear between
My first ever stuffed animal dog/rabbit.
Amazing how these thinned and frayed azure threads had held so many midnight conversations Together- maybe fifteen other girls had nuzzled with Kristina's blanket. Last year the guilt set in. You Watch a girlfriend, say, ratchet through your room naked for something soft to put over her to listen to
Some half-stanza from the new Yeats critical and that, do-I-tell-her feeling comes over you. Blue Polyester really had a way with women. My last serious crush, the one of six months, the one from the place that was close to where I worked six days a week, would you believe, she had not interest in that heap of thread, under my pillows spying on us sleep for twenty-four long weeks.
"Drop in the bucket" the sixty-year-olds say. I say, bring me my ******* fourth dimension blocks and cubes ************ I want to visit the existential, I want to experience the hoo-ra and Ga-Ga those kids throw around on Milwaukee waiting for $150 NBA slippers.
Wednesday is my day for telling the truth.
2:00p.m. sitting in the front of her alizarin El Dorado.
"I have something I have to tell you," I said, my mouth practically filled with marbles as I barely could Utter the words: it's not going to work out.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC