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Ease my heart, Steady my mind, Inspire these hands, Sharpen my ears, Rest my eyes on you, Touch my lips, Grant me light to my steps, Calm my flesh, Strengthen my spirit, And grant me The reflection of myself, As you always see Me as This much I know… I am nothing without You! _____
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Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
Day 7
Crowned with glory like the sun In robes of dazzling white He is lifted up; the Holy One Behold, the Ascension of Christ! You have seen and you have heard Bearing witness to the Living Word Live your lives to reflect the change And some people will think you strange What hope to know Jesus goes before us To intercede and prepare a place for us Then sending down His love made manifest His Holy Spirit by creation blessed He empowers us to boldly proclaim And do great things by the power of His name Our hearts too small to keep the love inside And must be shared high, far, deep, and wide As Christ ascends to Heaven above We too are ascended by His love He lives within and we are lifted high And on the wings of hope we fly So shine upon the world so that all may see Your true joy and come to believe Go therefore and preach the good news Be instruments for your God to use
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Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC
Ascension
'I'll live with Thee and be Thy love,' I said to God, who, as a dove, Did build a Nest within my Heart, And who from me shall ne'er depart. He gardens, farms, and tends a flock Of silly sheep of spotless stock; Secure beneath the Shepherd's gaze, The sheep do roam and safely graze.   He made for me a robe of wool, The finest wool that He could pull: It's snowy white, like Winter's breast: In spotless wool He hath me drest.   He makes the Sun to rise and shine, And turns the fruit of life to wine, And shares the Vintage when we sup, And fills, and fills again, my cup. For Him I sing a song that's new, Falero, lero, lero, loo! I pluck a string, and raise my voice, And always in the Lord rejoice. My true love hath my heart, and I Have His, because I heard on high His wooing voice, which did me move To live with Him and be His love.
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Feb 6, 2023
Feb 6, 2023 at 1:44 AM UTC
The Reply to the Passionate Shepherd
'Practice makes perfect' is a Damoclesian carrot fastened with erudite string. • Its bite mentally drops. • Practice is the whetstone of preparation. & Perfecting, the work of The Spirit. © Qwey.ku 2023
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Jan 29, 2023
Jan 29, 2023 at 7:40 PM UTC
Perfection
Her heart and soul filled with fire all she yearns for is desire never caged in a wire Her wisdom hidden from prying eyes The patterns she has given us a sequence Her love touches our lives with frequency yet we haven’t seen her for what she is her love hisses and fizzes like a chemical reaction Yet her divine spark lights the dark in an interaction.
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May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC
The Heroine with a thousand faces
At our core is a connection with a deep “Inner Knowing." It's abode resides within each of us. At the point of deep silence. Between our inhalation and exhalation A point of stillness In the quiet of our personal eternal now. The Dove sitting quietly on her nest. Do you call her an Angel? Holy Spirit? Or the Self Actualizing Higher Self? Or something else? What ever you call her, it does not matter She is a quiet knowing that warms  my heart. A scream or a shout is never, her tender voice. She leaves no doubt Regarding deep nature, deep compassoin. She is the Ancestor, The Guru, The Teacher, The Guide, The Witness The maintainer of life itself. Lovingly, tending to the questions of your heart. She comforts the destressed Tames the racing fears. Dispels the wild winds of assumptions! Vigilant, never ceasing Always enduring to the end. Raising us up!  Guiding each back into a unified soul. Layers upon layers of energies knit kindly together with Her Love. Such wings as these!! Oh Yes!  Take flight!!!
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
In Spirit
It is my belief, that at our core is a connection with a deep “Inner Knowing." It's abode resides within each of us. At the point of deep silence. Between our inhalation and exhalation There is a point of stillness In the quiet of our personal eternal now. The Dove sitting quietly on her nest. Do you call her an Angel? Holy Spirit? Or the Self Actulizing Higher self? Or someing else? A quiet knowing warms the heart A scream or a shout you will never hear! A quiet tender voice Calling. Without a doubt!   Do you understand her deeper nature? She is the Ancestor, The Guru, The Teacher, The Guide, The Witness The maintainer of Life itself. Lovingly, tending to the questiions of your heart. She comforts the destressed soul. Tames the racing fears. Dispells the wild winds of assupmtions! Vigulant, never ceasing Always enduring to the end. Raising us up!  We are a unified whole Layers upon layers of energies knit kindly togethter With Her Love.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
At the Heart of Spiritual Wellness
I believe what is true but knows not truth Instead I feel truth is what I believed Most believe what they feel, instinctively But I, without reasons, cannot believe Alas reasons found on self evidence As in what is and is not cannot be Conjectures they are if truly honest But axioms worked in all mathematics Is truth then not of reason but of faith? For does not ear test words as tongue tastes food? Surely then we do have some means to know Even so, must not faith be tested true? For faith is circular: a conviction Compelled by strength and conviction of will; A will constrained, by flesh, susceptible To unknown beings in spiritual realms But what if this being is God? And faith, Conviction of the certainty of things, Holy Spirit’s gift, marking election, Affirming justification in God. Truth by two or more witnesses is sure Do we attest the Holy Spirit true? A blasphemous thought perhaps, but prophets Led to lie to kings and shown to be false. Thus ignorant sages showed assurance Lies solely in God’s grace, mercy and love And in his faithfulness to the elect Declared in Israel again and again In my search for truth, I was led to faith, The faithfulness of God, truth’s ultimate rock His gifts unchanging, irrevocable And confirms the fear of the Lord is truth
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
Truth
A book was given, but the man cannot read. Another can read, but cannot understand. A book of secrets, in a plain tongue. A strange tongue given, secrets revealed.
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
Pentecost
_ You are wildly in love with me because you made the stars and the sun and the universe and everything in between. You are wildly in love with me because you cover my scars with grace and you pivoted the mirror to see all my blemishes yet still chose to sing over me. You are wildly in love with me because you positioned the nails on the cross to give me life. _
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
wild love
prickles and thorns, sticks and stones, brains and maggots, all limp and cold, a little darkness here and there, a little pain will do it right. bowl cracked and torn, cursed and wrong, only beautiful with intricate patterns and bright colors and filters but with musical scores gone wrong.   click click liked, swipe swipe left or right, drinking nights, they've seen them all. is it fun to feed the darkness? is it fun to feed the pain? or the anger or the malice or the judgment or the cane? maybe, the flesh seeks for the pleasure of the wrong kind, the wrong sign, the evil one loves his daily dose of darkness. he doesn't want you to draw the line for the things that are wrong. he wants you to sing his wicked songs. when you surround yourself with darkness how "sweet" the sound of his teeth crunching, munching on the juicy contents of your choice. "great choice of food" here's is his preferences, instead of light and life, put darkness and death, instead of joy, maybe a bit of despair, instead of full dependence on God, maybe just an "eh I am near there" instead of choosing to choose Him instead of them, just choose them, those who love evil and eats its fruit, those who love to dwell in darkness, in the woods, those who feed their darkness....in vain..... the darkness you surround yourself with will mold you, the pain you keep feeding will just grow within you, if you keep feeding yourself with darkness you won't feel very good, won't you? Jesus is the light, Jesus is life, His Word is light, His Word is life, and it is my guide, i choose Him. i know it is sometimes easier to choose the dark but it will never be worth it, never worth the wait, never worth the suffering. in Jesus, the suffering, the pain is worth it, in Him i have life! life like none other, filled with purpose and light! i feel so free! feel like i could take flight! i am truly free in Christ Jesus! i am truly in peace in Christ Jesus! i am joyful in Him! Jesus i love you, i want to love you, more than the heavens or the stars, more than anything or anyone in the world, i want to love you with all of my heart, all of my soul, and with all of my might. on your wings, i will take flight. i have fed that evil before, but i have learned not to now :)
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
feeding
prickles and thorns, sticks and stones, brains and maggots, all limp and cold, a little darkness here and there, a little pain will do it right. bowl cracked and torn, cursed and wrong, only beautiful with intricate patterns and bright colors and filters but with musical scores gone wrong.   click click liked, swipe swipe left or right, drinking nights, they've seen them all. is it fun to feed the darkness? is it fun to feed the pain? or the anger or the malice or the judgment or the cane? maybe, the flesh seeks for the pleasure of the wrong kind, the wrong sign, the evil one loves his daily dose of darkness. he doesn't want you to draw the line for the things that are wrong. he wants you to sing his wicked songs. when you surround yourself with darkness how "sweet" the sound of his teeth crunching, munching on the juicy contents of your choice. "great choice of food" here's is his preferences, instead of light and life, put darkness and death, instead of joy, maybe a bit of despair, instead of full dependence on God, maybe just an "eh I am near there" instead of choosing to choose Him instead of them, just choose them, those who love evil and eats its fruit, those who love to dwell in darkness, in the woods, those who feed their darkness....in vain..... the darkness you surround yourself with will mold you, the pain you keep feeding will just grow within you, if you keep feeding yourself with darkness you won't feel very good, won't you? Jesus is the light, Jesus is life, His Word is light, His Word is life, and it is my guide, i choose Him. i know it is sometimes easier to choose the dark but it will never be worth it, never worth the wait, never worth the suffering. in Jesus, the suffering, the pain is worth it, in Him i have life! life like none other, filled with purpose and light! i feel so free! feel like i could take flight! i am truly free in Christ Jesus! i am truly in peace in Christ Jesus! i am joyful in Him! Jesus i love you, i want to love you, more than the heavens or the stars, more than anything or anyone in the world, i want to love you with all of my heart, all of my soul, and with all of my might. on your wings, i will take flight. i have fed that evil before, but i have learned not to now :)
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As          Our                world        continues    to hollow,   The Torch of    the selfless   we     must      follow
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Hollow
Jesus Christ You seem pretty ****** nice At least that's what people say Praising your name Saying you're the man But I'm still not convinced Jesus Christ Even though You seem pretty ****** nice I just wish I didn't get the short end Of the stick How come I'm getting The short end Of the stick? If you're so nice Why can't you cut a chick A break? I'd appreciate it A whole ****** lot Cause you see I'm pretty tired Of having to fight Every single day To stay alive I know things are worth it When you have to work hard But why do I have to Work so **** hard When other people Have a pretty blessed life? How do you decide Who gets it easy? And why did I get ****** Jesus Christ You seemed nicer Than this Evil life Was I wrong?
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
Jesus Christ
My identity is found in Christ, the son of God who rose to life overcoming death. The one who sacrificed himself for you and me, so that we could be free from sin and guilt. He is not a distant figure, he does not tempt or lead me astray. He gives me a reason to smile, cheering me up on my saddest days. I love celebrating every moment with him, like when my Mum became a Christian. Sometimes I doubt, and I feel stupid when I do, because God always comes through. I am not perfect and I constantly make mistakes, but he is still there loving and holding me. He is the peace after a storm and a strong wind all at once. I try to follow Jesus' example every day, through my actions and what I say. I want to accept and love others, despite what they do to me. Just as Jesus loved those who sent him to die. He suffered so much so that we could have eternal life. My identity is found in Christ, the son of God, and a friend for all of time.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
My Identity
Lead us to the heart of the Father Comfort us and show us the way This is my son i whom I am pleased Filled by the Spirit of God In the body and the blood You make us as one Brothers and sisters all family One in the Spirit of God Into the desert for forty long days Tempted and tried he remained Faithful to the end Led by the Spirit of God From your neighborhood to the ends of the earth We are sent out to share the good news Share the love and the joy that we have Sent by the Spirit of God A lighthouse beacon in the stormy sea A hand that reaches out for you and me A rainbow stretching 'cross the sky Hope in the Spirit of God Out from the Ultimate Sacrifice One man paid the greatest price By water and blood the world redeemed Saved by the Spirit of God From clay and the salt of the earth The breath of God created man Christ died so we could rise with Him Alive by the Spirit of God We are his children the work of his hand We are his sheep the flock of his land We are his treasure our value unmatched Loved by the Spirit of God
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
By the Spirit of God
Here I sit in this holy room Surrounded by God and a heavenly host Of saints and angels who give him glory. Each changed by the body and blood The power of love and beauty in the sacrifice. Here I sit in this holy room A witness to the saving power A devotion to the perpetual presence Of Christ with us and in us. We are each bearers of light, bearers of Christ; We carry him in us wherever we go. Here I sit in this holy room To listen and take in this wondrous gift. I choose to accept this gift. How can I not want to share this love with others? How can I keep from singing and shouting His name? Here I sit in this holy room Holy Spirit fill this place and my soul, Uplift them to the throne of God above. Start a fire in me that cannot be quenched And set in me the bright flame of love and passion. Lead my feet and guide my steps along the path Be my compass and my Northern Star So I may never lose my way; So I can always find my way back home. Here I sit in this holy room To add my voice to those around the world At this moment praying for a change In others and in their own lives: Praying for safety and peace, Understanding and patience. Praying for survival, praying for the faith's revival. Praying with men and women past and present To call upon your aid as we aid those in need. We pray for many things: our families, friends, nation. We pray for each other, we pray for ourselves. Lead us to you, take us closer to your merciful heart, Love us and heal us and teach us where to start. Here I sit in this holy room I give thanks for the gift of undeserved love And cast my gaze to Heaven above.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
This Holy Room
Here I sit in this holy room Surrounded by God and a heavenly host Of saints and angels who give him glory. Each changed by the body and blood The power of love and beauty in the sacrifice. Here I sit in this holy room A witness to the saving power A devotion to the perpetual presence Of Christ with us and in us. We are each bearers of light, bearers of Christ; We carry him in us wherever we go. Here I sit in this holy room To listen and take in this wondrous gift. I choose to accept this gift. How can I not want to share this love with others? How can I keep from singing and shouting His name? Here I sit in this holy room Holy Spirit fill this place and my soul, Uplift them to the throne of God above. Start a fire in me that cannot be quenched And set in me the bright flame of love and passion. Lead my feet and guide my steps along the path Be my compass and my Northern Star So I may never lose my way; So I can always find my way back home. Here I sit in this holy room To add my voice to those around the world At this moment praying for a change In others and in their own lives: Praying for safety and peace, Understanding and patience. Praying for survival, praying for the faith's revival. Praying with men and women past and present To call upon your aid as we aid those in need. We pray for many things: our families, friends, nation. We pray for each other, we pray for ourselves. Lead us to you, take us closer to your merciful heart, Love us and heal us and teach us where to start. Here I sit in this holy room I give thanks for the gift of undeserved love And cast my gaze to Heaven above.
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1 Who has believed what we have heard? And who has the arm of the LORD been revealed to? 2 He grew up before Him like a young plant and like a root out of dry ground. He didn’t have an impressive form or majesty that we should look at Him, no appearance that we should desire Him. 3 He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering who knew what sickness was. He was like someone people turned away from; He was despised, and we didn’t value Him. 4 Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses, and He carried our pains; but we in turn regarded Him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted. 5 But He was pierced because of our transgressions, crushed because of our iniquities; punishment for our peace was on Him, and we are healed by His wounds. 6 We all went astray like sheep; we all have turned to our own way; and the LORD has punished Him for3 the iniquity of us all. 7 He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. Like a lamb led to the slaughter and like a sheep silent before her shearers, He did not open His mouth. 8 He was taken away because of oppression and judgment; and who considered His fate? For He was cut off from the land of the living; He was struck because of my people’s rebellion. 9 They5 made His grave with the wicked and with a rich man at His death, although He had done no violence and had not spoken deceitfully. 10 Yet the LORD was pleased to crush Him severely. When You make Him a * restitution offering, He will see His * seed, He will prolong His days, and by His hand, the LORD’s pleasure will be accomplished. 11 He will see it out of His anguish, and He will be satisfied with His knowledge. My righteous Servant will justify many, and He will carry their iniquities. 12 Therefore I will give Him the many as a portion, and He will receive the mighty as spoil, because He submitted Himself to death, and was counted among the rebels; yet He bore the sin of many and interceded for the rebels.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
WHO AM I?
1 Who has believed what we have heard? And who has the arm of the LORD been revealed to? 2 He grew up before Him like a young plant and like a root out of dry ground. He didn’t have an impressive form or majesty that we should look at Him, no appearance that we should desire Him. 3 He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering who knew what sickness was. He was like someone people turned away from; He was despised, and we didn’t value Him. 4 Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses, and He carried our pains; but we in turn regarded Him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted. 5 But He was pierced because of our transgressions, crushed because of our iniquities; punishment for our peace was on Him, and we are healed by His wounds. 6 We all went astray like sheep; we all have turned to our own way; and the LORD has punished Him for3 the iniquity of us all. 7 He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. Like a lamb led to the slaughter and like a sheep silent before her shearers, He did not open His mouth. 8 He was taken away because of oppression and judgment; and who considered His fate? For He was cut off from the land of the living; He was struck because of my people’s rebellion. 9 They5 made His grave with the wicked and with a rich man at His death, although He had done no violence and had not spoken deceitfully. 10 Yet the LORD was pleased to crush Him severely. When You make Him a * restitution offering, He will see His * seed, He will prolong His days, and by His hand, the LORD’s pleasure will be accomplished. 11 He will see it out of His anguish, and He will be satisfied with His knowledge. My righteous Servant will justify many, and He will carry their iniquities. 12 Therefore I will give Him the many as a portion, and He will receive the mighty as spoil, because He submitted Himself to death, and was counted among the rebels; yet He bore the sin of many and interceded for the rebels.
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God is pure, strong and mighty, With us as children of holy spirit, We can praise and worship for, Strength, help and holyspirit. We as God's image could be, Wise, wonderful , beautiful, God is always there for u, As long as we could be like him, The mighty father in the universe. We can do things like him, Play, decorate and music, Don't worry about the evilness, God is always protecting u from evil. My heavenly father, My holy spirit, My christ, I know you can keep us in, Your hands.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
My Heavenly Father
Edifice erections surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel
I went to my church Well Youth group tonight And we went to this Worship We all sang the worship songs and tried to feel the presence You probably don't care But this was big for me I felt the holy spirit And I am fully In belief of God Right now I felt the Holy Spirit And started crying which is normal for some people to cry when they feel it And yeah :)
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
Church
Your eyes laugh      as loud as            Your love,                                                                    So I can't                                                                          hear anything                                                                                 else.                                                                                                      I'm deaf. Your whispers overcome      screaming colours, slogans, labels.                                                                                                                                            Worthless, hopeless,                                                                           impossible, hurting,                                                                                 fallen, broken. "Courage, dear heart",        You only ever expected me.                                                                          Everything beautiful I ever saw,                                was preparation for the beauty of You.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
Thank You for Laughing Eyes
Your eyes laugh      as loud as            Your love,                                                                    So I can't                                                                          hear anything                                                                                 else.                                                                                                      I'm deaf. Your whispers overcome      screaming colours, slogans, labels.                                                                                                                                            Worthless, hopeless,                                                                           impossible, hurting,                                                                                 fallen, broken. "Courage, dear heart",        You only ever expected me.                                                                          Everything beautiful I ever saw,                                was preparation for the beauty of You.
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Magic is real and all around me. It's amazing and graceful, I'm forever thankful it found me. Soothing and chilling warming and consuming, it wraps all around me. I surrender everything, to the magical, mighty God who found me.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Magic Is Real
Only when you finally give Jesus the wheel do you realize that you have been driving blind folded
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
Driving Blind