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The End

This is the end
Of making friends,
Colleague and acquaintance
This is the end
Of making mends
With those who tried my patience

This is the end
Of my pretend(ing)
To be to all a stranger
This is the end
Of my rescind(ing)
Foe for friend exchanger

This is the end
Of all things friends
But only for a season
For ’tis the eve of 018
And this the only reason

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by Brendon Ward

 

Rich in mercy

Grace and love

Born again

From above

 

Once was dead

Now alive

Raised with Christ

At the Father’s side

 

Coming ages

He to show

His grace and kindness

To those who know

 

Saved by grace

Through faith alone

Gift of God

In His Son

 

Not of works

Lest I boast

His workmanship

To glory boast

 

Called to works

Which He ordained

Before the world

Was ever framed

 

Once

Once was dead
Tresspass and sin
Without hope
Without Him

Once this world
It’s course I walked
It’s judgement judged
It’s talk talked

Once that prince
To obey
Now still seen
Now displayed

Once by passion
I was led
Stony heart
Stony head

Once desire
Carried out
By will of heart
By what I felt

Once like all
In Adam-head
To sin alive
To God, dead

Once

 

 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/quill/ 

 

https://helenmeikle.wordpress.com/2017/07/08/daily-prompt-ill-keep-my-ballpoint-thanks

https://leigharobbins.wordpress.com/2017/07/08/about-love/

http://rugby843.blog/2017/07/08/daily-promptquill/

https://mydailylifeinkochi.wordpress.com/2017/07/08/can-i-quill/

https://lovelymesince2007.wordpress.com/2017/07/08/the-knock-when-i-was-quilling/

https://harlematl.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/a-diary-of-a-single-man-a-fathers-day-after-thought/

https://adewumipeterblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/08/a-book-written-with-a-quill/

 

That Race

A poem by D.H. Gorberg: That Race

That Race

Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”

But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.

As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”

He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.

He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”

So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten…
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.

Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”

So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.

Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy — no falling, no disgrace.

But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.

For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

Value

 

Human life has value

On account of what it is

As being the One God’s image

In essence being His

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/value/

 

In response to the question of What is Human Worth? the Washington Ethical Society answers thus:

Attributing worth to human beings is accepting on faith and acting as if each person has within himself or herself the possibility for kindness, fairness, joy, and the capacity to create ethical relationships. Given this capacity for goodness each person deserves to be treated with dignity.

http://teepee12.com/2016/10/02/value-versus-price/ 

http://angloswiss-cat-chronicles.com/2016/10/02/daily-prompt-feline-values/ 

https://impossiblebebong.wordpress.com/2016/10/02/value/ 

https://lovewhatislove.wordpress.com/2016/10/02/what-we-value-most/ 

Best Dressed

“The most stylish people are not the best dressed; the most stylish are those who make caring for others a part of who they are.”

~ Joanna Lynn

I guess now that it’s been repeated, it becomes a quote.

  1. OK, I cheated a bit.  This is actually a statement from me.  I guess it really doesn’t become a quote unless someone else repeats it.
  2. I believe this to be true, though.  When someone is kind to others, there is a beauty to them that clothes and looks cannot touch.
  3. Outward appearance can become very ugly, very quickly when someone opens their mouths and their character oozes hatred and unpleasantness.
  4. I believe the main reason Princess Diana was known as The People’s Princess was because of her charity work.  Yes, she was beautiful, wore designer clothes and exuded elegance, but her kindness was where her true beauty shone.  She was at her most stylish when she was reaching out to those in need.  That stylish way of living was passed down to her children, who continue her work. This was such a beautiful and important part of their mother that to honor her memory meant continuing her work.
  5. There are many in society now who are completely self-absorbed.  They have no trouble saying that life is all about them.  There are t-shirts touting it, songs reinforcing the idea and it is everywhere in the media.  Somewhere, we have forgotten that society is built on caring for each other and working for the greater good.  Out of selfish ambition comes abuse, pain, crime, death and the loss of meaning and purpose.  There is such an emptiness to living this way and there is little chance of ever being content.  You will always want more.
  6. We were created to help each other.  “For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesians 2:10  Reaching out to others is part of God’s purpose for us.  No one’s purpose in life is for them alone.

~ Joanna Lynn

Never Fully Dressed…..

Wordless Wednesday: Sense Of Purpose

Stylish Prayer

50 Ways to Relax, Unwind, Refresh, ReNew

 

On Having a Rabbit

On Having a Rabbit

once we had a rabbit
too big for our back yard
knock on door from neighbour
is this yours son of bard?

handing back the rabbit
and putting him in side
embarrased by the neighbours
i wanted to hide

once we had a rabbit
as massive as could be
no longer’s he our rabbit
we ate him for our tea

no! we didn’t eat him
rather kept him from harm
and in exchange for guinea pigs
we took him to a farm

 


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Better than Canaan

A poetic reflection on Hebrews 4:1-11

 

A promised rest, this still remains

Of which some may fall short

Careful be to Gospel preached

Just as to old saints taught

 

In us the faith that you inspire

Was in their hearts not found

Nor to them did this promise fit:

“every place, your land”

 

In time of anger, God did speak

They shall not enter my rest

This is a land that You prepared

With milk and honey blessed

 

As He rested, so shall we

If we hold fast to Christ

An eternal day, no dawn or dusk

No hunger, tear, or thirst

 

The day He sets, He calls today

Not like days of Canaan’s rest

Not like the days that Joshua gave

A land more and greater blessed

Jesus, Savior

Jesus, Savior

Jesus savior

Lord of all

The one who speaks

The one who calls

 

Calls from darkness

Into light

From law of sin

To eternal life

 

Jesus, savior

Gods final word

You have spoken

I have heard

 

You are speaking

Truth and grace

“Come and see me

Face to face”

 

Jesus, savior

You are with me

By your Spirit

I am set free

 

Free from sin

Its power and cost

Now you send me

To the dead and lost

 

Jesus, savior

Mans only hope

The God who saves

Is the God who spoke

 

By your gospel

We are saved

From wrath and hell

And from the grave

 

Jesus, savior

Speak, O Lord

To all you’ve chosen

To all you’ve called

 

As you speak Lord

We will hear

With each instruction

You are there.

 

Jesus, savior

My God and King

Into your kingdom

Us you bring

 

Give us ears

And eyes that see

All you’re saying

To us, to me.