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Christmas Reconciliation
Death was born to us that dayWhen our first parents did stray.Eden, no more, heard silent night,Since Earth’s invasion by sinful blight.Ages passed with noise and pain,Seeing Sin and Death cruelly reign.We failed to perceive the God who’s there.Worst still, it was as if we did not care.Hope fled before the onslaught of hell,All nature groaned under thorny spell.The seed of Eve they longed to…
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The Princess and the Mouse
NYC Midnight's Round 2 Rhyming Story Challenge 2023 Assignment:Genre: RomanceTheme: Blessing in DisguiseEmotion: GladWord Limit: 500 Like our lady, whom we find alone,And the unlikely help she is shown,If ever you find yourself in a towerUnder the dominion of an evil power.For you, this tale of loss and love begins,Just remember to duck if a large tail spins.Misfortune surrounded her like a…
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The Tale of Little Tin Din
If a story of intrigue you desire; Full of bugs, service, and a bit of fire. Hear now this yarn that I spin: Call it the tale of Little Din Tin.
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The Orbs of Heaven
A Psalm of Praise to the Maker of the Heavens:
Thou hast made me to behold Thy wonders.
Thy fingers, the myriads of stars,
Sewed into the fabric of the heavens.
Thy hand hast not merely strewn those flaming hosts,
For Thy intentional design is ever before me.
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Build Your Church
Build your Church, O Christ, Not with mortar and stone.Nor by the mightOf man’s flesh and bone.Grow your Church, O Lord,Without our pragmatistic plan.Nor by the intellect, competence,Or strategies of man.Take our focus, O Redeemer,From the good days gone.Let us simply remember What your cross has undone.Supply the spirit and bodyFor the day’s work and strife.Lead your Church, O Savior,Filled with…
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Black Friday
The sky is darkThe curtain torn,The women beside me Weep and mourn.Havoc and terrorIn the streets.All started when The Nazarene’s life ceased.We prayed for Yahweh to move.Prayed for Him to act.Unshackle us from our chainsAnd bring the nation back.We didn’t remember That the God on SinaiAlso parted the seasOur father’s feet were dry.Or how right before,When we were in the handsOf Nile…
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Book Review: The Wolf in Their Pockets
I was given a copy of this book prior to release in order to read it and review it and hopefully spread the word. I highly urge you to pick up a copy wherever you purchase books. I will post a link to the book’s page on Amazon below as well. Title:The Wolf in Their Pockets: 13 Ways the Social Internet Threatens the People You Leadby Chris Martin Review: Chris Martin’s new book, The Wolf in…
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Glory King
O, Manifest Glory of the Ancient of DaysNo other name deserves such praise.For He entered the flesh He long ago made,Glory King condescending for an earthly trade.The world that groaned in pain,The cosmos that felt sin’s stain;Heard whispers from an Old Story,“Could this be the King of Glory?”—— Greatest love knows greatest loss.Who would hang upon a cross?Light of the world, His body, gave…
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That Moment When
That Moment When..
That moment when you realize she can wield the Sword without you.I am humbled to be a part of her story.To see, rather, that she submits to be wielded by His everlasting arm. She is a beautiful, intensely sharp, work of art.She is continually allowed to pass through the fires; heated to near breaking. Next, beaten on all sides by the hammer of life, but she never doubts her Maker’s grip.She is…
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The Face of The Almighty
When my supply of praises lack, Your Spirit continually faces the Father.When I forget to attribute glory to your Name, your Spirit lifts up the name of the Son.———Outside of time, our own thoughts and intentions can be simultaneously bent toward this or that thing, needing no cause for the effect.Before the flow and force of time, and all material now seen; the God who had yet created, in…
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The Maiden and the Sea
“The Maiden and the Sea” by Jesse Estes
This is a story I wrote and submitted in the first round of an international writing challenge. It had to follow three prompts, be in rhyme, and be 600 words or less. The genre assignment: romance.The theme assignment: temporary.The emotion to use: motivated. I really enjoyed writing this piece and I hope you enjoy reading The Maiden and the Sea. ———————————————— There lived a maiden down by…
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Contemplations by the Shore
Contemplations by the Shore
As I sat on the shore and looked out over the sea, I thought to myself the following: Go about your day, not seeing your neighbor as he or she is now, but as though your interaction with them is one of hundreds of daily causal actions effecting them, spurning them on to the best they could possibly be. Remember, your fellow persons have a built-in proclivity to failure. We will disappoint, we…
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Damaged and Restored
This poem started out from a place of deep pain after my father-in-law passed away. It weaves the rest of its way through the painful weeks and months to follow. Finally, it ends with blessed clarity.
Integral mental checks relay: Mind breaking; no thoughts will allay My tears. If I’m a faucet, the floor’s a drain. Chaos is in every corner of my brain. Seeing, feeling, the death of loves so dear. Each one bringing me into a trap of fear. The last ten years of my life sporadically spent Feeling sheer pain when they were wrent. I am reminded each day as I limp along, By the one who began the…
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Silence
***There is a semi-detailed annotation following the main body of this piece of writing. If you have any inclination to better understand this piece, then I encourage you to read it.*** Silence ...............(06/25/21) I have forgotten my song. Lost its melody back there. Silence fills the void Where sounds once dwelled. Empty I walk, pathless, in fear. All while assuming An uncharted course…
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A Writer’s Grief
“I have all these thoughts in my head with no will to write them, but I assure you, they must find their way out.”When I accept the night is at its darkest, that there is no hope to be found on earth; that is when I look to heaven.I cannot think clearly, let alone write, when entering into trials of grief, turmoil, trouble, or pain. Like plunging from high cliffs into deep pools of swirling, dark…
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Behold
The King stepped down from His throne, Taking on our skin and bone, Yes, to assure we’d never be alone, More so, to rescue by our sins atone. Your slain Lamb is missing a tombstone. God, building in our chest, His holy home, Lining up our edges to The Cornerstone. Blood bought people, prized as God’s own.
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