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My Daughter Don't listen to the lies of the world and the deceiver. Focus instead on Me and My Word and your place as a believer. My love for you needs no embellishment it goes far beyond your needs rest and abide only in Me and My statutes, there to... read more about No Embellishment.
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I have a yearning to connect on a deeper plain beyond all things menial superfluous and mundane. Stripped of the superficial, laden with that which is sincere without presumption and periphery It's authenticity I revere. So shower me with candor with eloquence and witticisms and come partake and practice some... read more about Conversationalism.
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Sometimes expectations exceed reality and I attempt bridge the gaps. Misconstruing feelings, situations in an excited rational lapse. Then the pyrex hits the pavement and I am tasked with sweeping to bring together what has been broken and salvage any parts worth keeping. 'Don't be upset' was the word that... read more about disappointment.
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I heard the call I love you You are mine Be still. You are beautiful A woman Created to love Equipped to serve With a peculiar space to fill. read more about source.
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Heavenly Father, Grow in me a sense of place. A sense of place for who I am as a woman in your kingdom. A sense of place in your creation to explore, enjoy and embrace. A sense of place i\n your economy that I may be a careful steward. A... read more about a sense of place.
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Sometimes my mind drifts to a trough of what could have been the water is tepid and stagnant yet inviting and serene. The bottom is carpeted with algae with sections awaiting to bloom these are my mind's machinations of future scenarios construed. Sunken a symphony of stones lay strewn across... read more about Trough.
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I'm scrambling over the tiles searching desperately for words coveting covering coloured boxes to pile on the points that I'd prefer. Yet these letters are likely looking for a expansive tome rather than some inhibitive box to make their vernacularly home. read more about Scrabble.
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Disengagement can be brutal disarming mind-numbing depressing. Thinking can become inverted negative dulled defeatist. Aspirations crumble and motivations desist. Until there is enough input processing and output are deferred. read more about public static void.
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In context the meeting was short and quite fleeting akin to a surreptitious flavour temporary, subtle yet something to savour. read more about a brief encounter.
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There will be no 'you complete me'. Jesus = sufficiency. Instead perhaps someone to journey in faith with, share life with, serve with, do mission with, walk with, talk with, eat with, laugh with, to cry with, to love and be loved by. read more about with.
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Searching for some sweet relief Amongst the bitterness Hoping that in time The pain will pass Far beyond the wind swept streets Past the concrete maze Nestled in amongst the trees As the sun falls and fades Weary, worn and weathered Laden with a heavy load Praying that some old... read more about Traversal.
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As the sun rises Shows its head on the horizon It’s another day And I wonder what it holds A sense of wonder and calm anticipation the trail begins again exploring further down this road Pack on my shoulders Carrying only the essentials I leave the rest behind Possessions in... read more about Open Road.
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Breakdown the walls of apathy that I have constructed around my heart. Lift the doubts and worries that have clouded my mind too long. Expose with your light the darkness and sin that needs to be revealed. Raise my heart and voice that I may courageously proclaim your Son. read more about A prayer for change.
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In a world teeming with distractions of status updates and mislead google queries I’ve attempted to put such things aside and pursue a Cinnamon Theory. To seek clarity of thought and for my spirit to be renewed To reaffirm what I believe and invest in what I truly value. It’s... read more about Cinnamon Theory.
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One summer eve I shared the stage with a hero of wit, word and whim. So I have endeavoured to pen a poem in fear that the memories will dim. It was Thursday December 20, the year was 2012. A group of us trundled off as a Christmas Show (was... read more about Hand Stand.