God goes before us by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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God goes before us
In the radiant temperate light
a vision unfolds without sound
a glorious beacon appeared
as morning touched the ground
scribes beckon and yet forlorn
for neither harp nor trumpet sound
could ever replicate what joy has come on down
a holy Priest God figure
the Holy One Whom the Father calls
the Begotten Son of Heaven
The most fruitful seed of God the Father sown
and Earth's blemish cannot hold
this Sanctified and holy King
the Holy One, the Only Son of God
in Whom all kneel down and laud
not in frightful fear
but in reverence and awe adhere;
glory to Christ the King, mankind's hope and only Saviour
all the world's decorate surround
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I shall sing my song of songs by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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I shall sing my song of songs
Writer:
Basked in God’s holy splendour
Fruit of the Father’s labour
Dwelling in His Heavenly favour
Praising the Lord Jesus our Saviour
Hear the voice of Your daughter
rise with the sun of morning
her heart sings You praise yea
She worships the awesome and mighty God the Father, the Holy Spirit and the Son
Her immortal saviour
The flowers all gleam with the radiance of spring
Salutations in exalt they all bring
Tender and sweet wine over brimming from their breast
The produce of God’s blessed hands
The Groom:
Hear the voice of your Lover
The Groom you so constantly speak
The Compassionate Prince of Peace
The Helper of
A kid had a shovel, with a spade and a seed
found a good spot and smiled triumphantly
after a little digging she said to the seed
"Boy, some day you're gonna grow as big as a tree
with flowers
with fruits for us to eat
you'll be a friend to the birds and the bees
for their nest and their hives to make honey
and the birds to lay eggs to hatch in this early spring
Yea, you'll be a big tree
and a big tree I'll see
when I come back again...
so grow little seed ...steady as you please..."
The tree grew little with trouble and this
made the kid grow impatient as she knelt to talk to the seed
"You're slow and tiny why aren't you growing any faste
Have faith size of the Mustard seed by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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Have faith size of the Mustard seed
A priest was mounted upon an altar
bearing witness to a sacrifice
His arms outstretched, cried out "Abba (Father)"
Three prophetic times
His armor bore no trace of fury
nor His word stains of soldier's blood
and yet right here where the priest reside
a blood stained king who laid as man's
perfect offering- Our Lord Jesus Christ
My Lord, my Lord was all I could say
to watch Him hang for my disobey
and yet as He dip His head into the broth of light
still gazed at me with loving sight
His breath was short and His eyes were dazed
His flesh weighed with lashings now bloodied
and disgraced
still He whispered in a loving way
"Come, closer that I
Faith( in times of trials) by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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Faith( in times of trials)
Up above the ocean high
bodies of celestial interstellar beings are etched in the skies
strung above the cosmic sea
bright as diamonds, prickly five ended stings
cosmic burst of flames at night
spots of God's awesome might
in night so quiet oh despite
a song had whispered like passing breeze by
I am faith which comes from Heavens high
from God the Father Who was, Who is and Who is the come
I am faith like candle burning bright
which came from the hands of Yahweh Sabaoth...here am I
I know you breathe a heavy sigh
from the fails you have made from days gone by
but days gone by have they not expired
look forward, then for God has made things
Trust in Jesus and that will do by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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Trust in Jesus and that will do
of the many things I seek
which are peace and serenity
these indulgence come quite scarcely
at this hour of my emotional need
I tread where flowers bloom
where the hills and skies always meet
where the fragrance of spring fulfills
the qualification of it being call a bed of flowers
where their breed are varied offspring
of parents of different plant families
My shoes were worn with dirt
stained with grass and pebble stones
I shook them in haste
for new shoes look upon dirt with much distaste
I found a flock of sheep
whose hours are occupied with graze and bleats
upon the mount where flowers and the skies often meet
The Groom O Whom I love
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With Jesus God, I stand by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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With Jesus God, I stand
"What you see before you and Me
are seed produced to trees
the crops they offer (lo!)
plums, oranges, grapes and apples bold red and green
have pits and fruit seeds
each seed with hope if they trust in Me
shall bear descendant another tree
trust in Me and you shall see your joy and peace complete
Each fruit vary in human eyes
each flower yields different fragrance
when each are to smell
Thus each I create
trees with flowers and fruit
which sun, rain and wind supplicate
all of whose purpose are different
and unique in all their ways
Bless My name
Trust in My ways
I shall make your paths clear and straight
Hold My hand and follow M
Seek His ways and you shall know... by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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Seek His ways and you shall know...
The sun has lain its hand upon the path
Which strays both ways
As angel Saint Michael stands with wings at ease
Strummed and ruffled by the wayward gentle breeze
As winds tugs against the ears of a wandering soul
Wandering soul, weary and worn with dust
her spirit is tinged with heat and rust
her illusive confidence swung back and forth
like fruits of a neighbouring tree
whose colours of mirth and sweetened glee
whose flesh promises quench and satisfaction
to the lips and belly
to fill the one who passes by
she sighs and wanders why
the wooden post divided frustrated her so
as light had rested upon a golden meadow
where sheep and cattle
lingering at the widened gate by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
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lingering at the widened gate
O'er the wooden latched gates
where shadows lurk in idle state
the sun had cast its light above
yet this was far from its valley
so no golden light was shed upon
no golden song nor religious psalm
a summer warm chill ran down my spine
I tried to look beyond the gates and I
found an angel curled golden hair
looked at me with deep blue eyes
and robes of white
Its freckled nose wrinkled as it tilt its head
looked at me but why though he said
"Why are you here...do you not fear
what lies beyond the shadows here...?"
I frowned and wondered what dread would lie so far away
which could make this cherub chase my curiosity away
I asked not much b