Oh God, please help us as you have so far.
We trust that you are as good as you are.
Not only just as good as we who marr
could well imagine. You're our sun, our star.
Our centre of all gravity that makes
our lives upon this Earth more than just fakes
and lets us walk on sandy shores of lakes.
The gravity that gives, instead of takes!
Been sitting with a tension and an angst
within my self, and too community…
as one must do to see, when things are dark,
and sayings that are "dark" but yet hold truth,
fit into that same category too..
This ain't much fun to feel, but as with pranks
between good friends, when talking might get "free",
the whole thing could blow up with just a spark,
all kinds of things can hit the fan, and roof.
What matters: who will stay to clean the poo?
…
Oh God, I see you at your work again,
to grow us to be real, in ev'ry way!
I'm so glad you have stayed, and feel our pain.
"I'm growing you as friends", I hear you say.
And certainly, I see that that is true.
With opportunities to learn to love,
to hear each other's diff'rent points of view,
to be within the mix both "snake" and "dove"
…
in ways outlined by your own boy child. Thanks
to him we have the possibility
of seeing how he'd run Mark in da Park
or something in this day that's not a spoof
of serving folk within this zombie zoo.
How will I learn to sing not just as wank?
- So I feel good, and less alone, and free.
To "let it all hang out" and leave my mark
on self, if not on others? As my proof
that I can still do self-expression too!
…
P.T.O.
Your Advent's more than our events so dank,
Eklesia's the method that you drank,
a "coming out" to serve, not just as prank.
Full giving your spring water, you the tank,
the source, and not impregnable by rank.
Oh God, for me to follow.. So I'll be
responsive to your spirit's call to me.
To love as you love who you send, so we
see what you do, when true love is set free.
The love that loves, thus knows reality.
So to your wafting spirit's breeze I'll hark
and do what can be done. Your will's a lark
that's free and singing, as dove croons in park,
and new dimensions emanate and spar-
kle like a star, or even sun so stark!
Lord Jesus, I recall you're not aloof.
But you were there, as sure as donkey's hoof
is what connects it with it's world, and roof
above its head can shelter and make cooth.
You're Alpha & Omega, Love & Truth.
Your spirit's mindset is my light. That's who
I would not grieve, but gladden. Help me to
be quick to make time carefully to chew
the cud, within your presence, and those too
sent further to reflect the One. That's you.
...
Well, we will learn to sing in ways to thank,
responding to great good, unconsciously,
so still aware who else might soon embark
'coz of God's word to them. Help them "un-goof".
We'll take the time to listen, then sit too!
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A holy day is this, I've just been told
that on this day near sixty years ago
new son of God was born, not very old,
but at the right stage to be fully known!
How Good's God!
God, please watch over your boy Rad, who's on
explor-a-tor-y journey checking out...
Hope we don't miss out seeing him anon,
on Thursday, help him thirst, - and scream, and shout,
for nothing less than your true milk, then meat,
the manna that you give, where none else is.
The food and friendship that is oh, so sweet..
The chance to so become and live like "his"...
his chosen one, disciple who's been nabbed,
and let himself respond to your own rule,
the rule of love, that even if it's stabbed,
will own it's own perceptions, and not fool
around with anti-love, and hate. It's set
by Yahweh and his son, Adam - the Last,
to grow to show the love that never yet
has stopped. It built the world and will stand fast!
So now we will keep trusting love to win
the battle to be true in face of odds.
So now, we'll chose for you, against our sin,
and know you know us fully. We are God's!
Oh God, please give my brother what he needs,
in terms of what is needed at this time.
And when he's suff-er-ing and "fairly bleeds",
what is it that he really needs to rhyme
with your own heart that suffers in your own
creation as it's baby god's go sour.
I'm glad that you are able to atone,
to cover up some parts from love of our
own arses, which are shitty often times.
Yet as your tinny babies, you clean up
our problems that we leave about.. Well mine's
enough, yet you do this for ev'ry one!
You, mindset that's concerned with many things1,
with how one looks to others looking on2,
with what makes one seem like they're one who brings
the goodness of Creator3 and his song
to others on this Earth, to somehow gain
more kudos from the people looking on2,
because one sees one self as that, in main,
not specially as a partner who belongs4
oneself to a much greater partnership
which has a senior partner who's not they
themselves, but one who knows and does not kip5,
and who's intent on growing them each day;
in short they're partnered6 with someone who loves,
who's teaching them to love as they are too7,
so fear is not their motive force which shoves,
but faith in one who's more than people too.
I now repudiate your personhood,
and as with fever, tree, or wind and waves,
as Jesus, God's true man, ruled true and good,
I'll tell you to "Be still!8", "Get out!9" - he says,
and saves from all that causes fright & fear10,
and seems to also call real humans on
as partners11 (not the prime-movers you hear)
to join up with him, as his team anon,
and work against that motive force - control,
to learn to do creative sacrifice12,
to win folk by the love from heart and soul,
that sits, and listens, learning from God's Christ13!
1 Jesus says "Martha. Martha, you are worried and upset about so many things"
2 the teachers of the Law, do things for people to look up to them.
3 Jesus said "Why do you call me good? Only God is good!"
4 "you do not belong to yourself, but you have been bought at a price..."
5 kip = sleep, or nap.
6 2 Pet 1:2-6..
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Oh God, there's sadness all around this place.
This world of yours has aches and griefs galore.
I understand and see why scripture say-s
that you were grieved (right to your heart and core).
It says it not just once, the narr-at-eve
repeats it two more times for emphasis,
And Jesus says "How blest are those who grieve"
These prophets want to make sure we get this!
And in the recent month or so, I know
of four beings who've got so very sick,
& fever-ous, their heat and love-lack show
a loss of life and strength. Oh, please be quick,
Lord Jesus, I am telling you as though
you've only come in touch with this just now,
but often when you're told you hardly show
surprise, you seem quite glad that now, somehow,
you've been invited in to help us out.
And then you look to God for wisdom from
above, with skill and insight so to rout
all anti- -love and -life; with connection
to both a life of love, and love of life
that's deeper than the biological,
and yet encompasses husband and wife,
both intuition and what's logical.
This grieving you have pioneered, so far.
True mourning for us, joins us with yourself,
as there recorded in Jewish scripture.
We're blessed when joined with you, the source of health.
The Lord saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. The Lord regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. So the Lord said, ‘I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created – and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground – for I regret that I have made them.’
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Matthew 5:4 NIVUK
Oh God, please give 'em grace to face today.
And thank you for the place to trace your Way,
that Path, and Truth, and Gate, un-fate-ed Word
whose whole Life of un-hate, seems quite absurd
if it were not for you, who to the end
would gladly still be wooing bride as friend,
and so into your world you hurled your love,
your answer's bouyed and girled us from above.
The little ones who seem so insignif-
-i-cant .. they think themselves hardly a whiff.
But that smell's taken both ways by each mob
One ties it too a great taboo, and fobs
it off, as just another climbing up
the ladder to be higher than theirself;
and jealousy is born and does its thing.
Its friendship, laughter, love, is all feigning.
But t'other way is just small, weak, and true,
it loves to love, and gather, to include.
It thinks that fun is more when shared with smiles
It loves to do u-turns and even trials....
