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Until No End
Years have passedand many daysNone can hide nor escape Thy gaze Many seasonsthey cycle byTo win your graceI always try Labor and toilis all in vainIt only prosperswhich bears Thy name Early morningswake and grindThe only worthThy love to find Wakeful eveningsmy lips they speak‘Gracious Godmy soul Thou keep If I should diebefore I wakeSpare…
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End Alike.
The proud man, blinded by his own glory, forgets the transient nature of life and wealth. In the face of mortality, riches hold no power. Regardless of wealth or status, all are equal in death. This sobering truth from Psalm 49:20 serves as a timeless reminder of life’s fleeting nature and the insignificance of material…
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Desire is a mystery.
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Your Secret Weapon
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Poem: On Wisdom’s Path
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Ballad of a Depressed Person
Wisdom Challenge: Day 6 A little sleep, a little slumber,a little folding of the hands to sleep–So shall your poverty come on you like a prowler,and your need as an armed man. Proverbs 6:10-11 (TS2018) Today’s verse inspired me to write about depression…A poetic excerpt: Imagine being sad that you woke up in the morning.…
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Borrowed time, P. 2
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Borrowed time.
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God of my fathers.
Written at Hebrew Fest ’23 O God of my fathers,Shepherd of my heart;Giver of mercy, Thy grace ne’er part. Thou hast awaken my soul from slumber and false things revered.Thy voice hearkens the wise. It booms like thunder until the Redwoods tremble–The depths break open–Mountains are brought low and every high thing cowers in Thy…
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Thank you God.