St. Mark II. 5.

Away! away! We have work to do---
  See ye these palsied limbs, this ghastly face ?
  Open, dull crowd, and let a sick man through----
  Pity our friend, the last of his race.

What? no man yield an inch ?
                                  Quick ! up the stairs
  That climb upon the housetop !
                                   He is there----
God is not deaf to any loving prayers,
   Away, thou busy devil, with despair.

Leapt the four friends along the roof,
And tore rafter and tile away with Trembling hands----
  Sinks down the sick man's couch
   Upon the floor, where in an upper
   room the Saviour stands.

He looked upon the torture of those eyes,
  He read the silent anguish of that                                  heart---
Be of good good cheer.'
                              His spirit in him dies
Forgiven are Thy sins.'
                             'My Lord, depart.'

Fell down the weeping four, and kissed His feet---
' Ah ! never did we know a Lord like Thee---
Hide thou our friend in some serene retreat,
Where he may fling my sin's in memory'---

' Nay, back again at home,' the Master said---
' Take up thy bed, memorial of thy sin,
Among thy loved ones, who had dreamt thee dead,
New work for Me, in faith and love,
begin.'

And art Thou still the same, Lord ? May we feel that Thou wilt hear us for each stricken friend
When from the crowd by secret stairs we steal,
   O ! wilt Thou meet us at the toilsome end ?

Lost friends, so far away on land or  sea,
  Wanderers o'er topic plain, or desert snow,
Our love shall rest on God's eternity,
  And follow those we love where'er they go.

Each soldier, shielded by a mother's prayer,
  Shall face the column's walk of series steel,
Each ******, swaying 'mid the murky air,
  A father's blessing shall around him feel.

Christ ! be as kind to us, whose prayers arise,
  By day and night for friends on land or sea----
We bring them to Thy feet----
                                            Do not despise
  A guilty sinner's loving  agony !

S O R  R O W
O P E  E N H
L E V  L  E O
I  N E  I  N L
T S  R N  E E
U    E  Q  S    
D    N  U S      
E    C   I          
      E   S        
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Nothing's right
Nothing's wrong
Sitting back watching the play
Sitting back in the lyrics of the song
Listening to the voices long since past
Wondering, Waiting
How long will it last
The final scene,
The last stanza,
The tragic end,
What will it all mean
The learning,
The giving,
The pretending,
Unspoken understanding
It's all part of living

Grandma, if only we could
Sit on the front porch swing
Gently rocking
Back and forth
Just me and you
You would embroider
While I sing and hum
A song or two
Then I would run off
To climb a tree
You would smile
Continue to embroider
Your heart flowing
With immense
Patience for me
Now the porch swing
No longer physically exist
Absorbed in my soul
Always a place of bliss
That is where your graciousness
Endlessly resides
Grandma, your spirit is
Swinging, forever
By my side

At times people in this life
Are quite petty, full of spite
Why can't they open their
Hearts and their eyes
Reach acknowledgement
That to make others suffer
Is not so contrite
Turn acts of hatred into love
Put others first
Find selfishness and spite
Are useless emotions, no need to always be right
Masterfully human nature
Can strive to rise above
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1Peter 4:8-9
Above all keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. Show hospitality to one another without grumbling.

A silent point
In life for me
Looking back
Understanding
Things I did
And did not foresee
Introspective of
Who I am
Proposal of who
I aim to be
Draws peace
Closer to me
Understanding the
Truest sense
Of stability
A silent point

Poetry flows through me
Like the breeze
Glides through
The clouds
Gloriously summiting
The stratosphere
Expressive schemes
In my brain appear
Without warning or
Appointed time
Storms a brewing
Within the inner
Focus of my mind
Poetry blowing
Deep within my soul
Always cummulating stanza's
Which make me whole

Stars
Of yesterday's nights
Floating through
Her heart ❤
Spewing through
Eyes in tears
Brightening her path
She now feels to be darkness
Stars rebirth light
Into a future filled
Unending delight
°•¤WENDY°•♡

I see bits of me in other people although I do not understand how it is said we are all the same
I feel quite unique and it does not seem to change
As I am getting older and more mature
The world is progressing so grand
The logic seems quite tragic
Or perhaps I cannot understand
Others seem to roll with the flow of Change so well, I feel like I have been thrown in the *** that is boiling me up Getting me tender for hell
I pray each day that God will open
my eyes to The brightest way
He brings happiness in my heart
That will forever stay
Even when the world is basking in evil in revolutionary ways
Assured I am The Holy Spirit is with me
For protection through these days

SUNSET
Gods message
Glory overrides
Regret
Rest you body
As night falls
Peace in knowing
Burdens are blessings
Saying prayers will
Rise your soul
Soon after you
Have said Amen
Sweet, sweet
Dreams
Floating within
Have a blessed night
The end

In your madness you do not see,
your hatred does not lie in me.
Spite and jealousy is where it
derives from.
To you true peace cannot come.
If only you could open your heart
and truly see, God has released
your stress from me!
Honey, when you give the Lord
control you too will feel
true peace inside your soul!!!

"TALKING TO MYSELF
°•~'°○°•○°•MOTIVATIONALLY"

I tend to let my disability
》》》》》》》~Overpower me
Assigning it way too
MUCH AUTHORITY
Benefit of pain and suffering
Is an ingrained understanding
Of Our Lord's comforting
A new light on the
World concerning
Weakness, beginning yet
Coming to an end
Through God's wisdom
I have been forgiven
Of my sins
Physical disability
Has NO authority

Sometimes you gotta go outside
And come back in
To admit you had a life of sin
Open your eyes, you will be
Astonished at how well you
Have learned to pretend
Once His light comes shining through
Father God will carry you
Not saying things will instantly change
Yet, what was once comfort
Will now be strange
Understand that all the evil
You've been through
Was a test, perhaps
God pre arranged to teach you
Pray you learn your lesson well
Love others
Share with them
Glorious lessons to tell
For He gave you
This purpose to be
For His sake
Do not waste it
Always dwelling upon
~~~ME, ME, ME~~~
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Romans 8:5
For those who are according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who are according to the Spirit, the things of the Spirit.
Proverbs 11:26  
He who withholds grain, the people will curse him, But blessing will be on the head of him who sells it.

Being thankful is such an enormous mission
Each year that passes the realization that I am undeserving
Of all so much I have been given is reaching fruition
I must say, Thank you, to my Father God
For loving me so much, even when my acts in life are so very flawed
I have been blessed since the day I was born
Each day in my life has been an opportunity to learn
My family has always been loving and quite unique
I thank you dear Lord, when I gave you my faith
You made me complete
Healing in my life has blossomed in numerous ways
My poetry has awakened
The sunshine is bursting with vibrant rays
I AM GRACEFULLY THANKFUL, LORD, EACH AND EVERY DAY!!!

The beach
For me
Is the
place to be
No stress
No anxiety
Breaking waves
Set a stage
For peace
True propriety

The Bible is The Book
God wrote to me
Full of knowledge
Intertwined with my
Life's destiny
Learning experiences to
Guide me through my life
Battling each challenge
Awarement that there will be
Much designed strife
I know it sounds preposterous
To think this masterpiece
Was written for me
Realization that prayer
Preceding my Bible reading
Opens the Holy Spirit's
Path for my eyes to see
As I strive to continue on
Perfect sense arises
I feel strength deep within
My faith is growing strong
The Holy Spirit is guiding me to see
God has purpose for this Book,
HIS WORD
To open my eyes
To realization of His mission for me
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**IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD, AND THE WORD WAS WITH GOD, AND THE WORD WAS GOD.  JOHN 1:1

The hand of the Lord is by my side
He will bestow His light
He will bring news bright
Though some may see the truth as sad
The Lord will give me strength
Even when circumstances seem to be bad
He shows me truths
Hidden in despair
When others give up
He gives me strength
To trudge forward with care
Knowing He is my guide
I feel great peace
Overwhelmed inside!
On the days that I am feeling down
I pray for His strength
I remember how His Son
Was forced to wear the thorny crown
Jesus suffered for sins
Of all mankind
I owe Him my all
I must open my mind & heart
With love for others
That has no binds

One of me and my cousins
favorite places to play
Was behind Papas shop
I can still smell the saw dust
Repairs were made
That one could trust
Made from cinder blocks
Was a minnow pond
There is where Papa
Raised his own fishing bait
The wild blackberry field
Grew thorny on the other
Side of the gate
Best times of my youth
Spent on The Hill
Jumping off the pumphouse
Drawing in the sand
Playing chase with my cousins
While waiting for Grandma's
Sunday dinner,
Youth was so grand
Uncle Beaty's trailor was at the center Of the hill,  where his sister's took turn Caring for him, where his wisdom
Was instilled
When I brought Uncle Beaty
His dinner I would stay
To listen to his prayers
He placed in my heart
God's truth deeply within
Protecting me from my future of sin
For the simpleness of life
The greats of my family
Have revealed to me
Is to spread the love of
Jesus,  your heart will be
♡♡♡Set free♡♡♡

I was,
And I am.  
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.

  I have cleft the vast spaces of the infinite, and
taken flight in the world of fantasy, and drawn nigh
to the circle of light on high.
  Yet behold me a captive of matter.
   I have hearkened to the teachings of Confucius,
and listened to the wisdom of Brahma, and sat be-
side the Buddha beneath the tree of knowledge.
   Behold me now contending with ignorance and
unbelieving.
   I was upon Sinai when the Lord showed Himself
to Moses.  By the Jordan I beheld the Nazarene's
miracles.  In Medina I heard the words of the Apostle
of Arabia.
   Behold me now a prisoner of doubt.
   I have seen Babylon's strength and Egypt's glory
and the greatness of Greece.  My eyes cease not
upon the smallness and poverty of their works.
   I have sat with the witch of Endor and the priests
of Assyria and the prophets of Palestine, and I cease
not to chant the truth.
   I have learned the wisdom that descended on India,
and gained mastery over poetry that welled
from the Arabian's heart, and hearkened to the music
of people from the west.
   Yet am I blind and see not; my ears are stopped
and I do not hear.
   I have borne the harshness of unsatiable con-
querors, and felt the oppression of tyrants and the
******* of the powerful.
   Yet am I strong to do battle with the days.
   All this have I heard and seen, and I am yet a
child.  In truth shall I hear and see the deeds of
youth, and grow old and attain perfection and
return to God.

I was,
And I am
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.

Life is just a bowl of cherries.
something that you say which means that life is very pleasant
THIS IS OFF DEFINITION WEBSITE.
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this is my definition
My life is more of a basket of cherries.
The basket was achieved with a bit of labor
"The Labor Of Life"
The cherries will still need to be washed before eaten
Oh, but that first bite eaten over the sink, while washing,
Will be so deliciously fresh!!
It's that freshness that makes life exciting and worthwhile
So when you get to feeling down, go pick cherries!!!!!!

Miracles appeared
When I died
I let the
Blood of Jesus
Run through my veins
Now I do more
In my life than just maintain
I live in the blood of Jesus