|Posted by Breath of Shalom on September 2, 2012 at 7:10 AM||comments (0)|
ADONAI YIREH, YOU KNOW ALL MY NEEDS
I WILL SING A NEW HYMN TO HIM
ADONAI ROPHEKHA, YOU HAVE HEALED ME
ADONAI ELOHAI, YOU ARE THE LORD MY GOD
ADONAI AVINU, I RECOGNIZE YOU ARE MY FATHER!
ADONAI TSUVAH, YOU ARE THE LORD MY SALVATION, ADONAI ELOHIM, LORD MY G-D! EL ELYON, MY MIGHTY GOD WHO SENT FORTH YAHSHUA MY SALVATION!
ADONAI TSURI V'GOALI, YOU ARE MY ROCK AND MY REDEEMER
I SHALL SING TO YOU WHEN I ARISE AND WHEN I SLUMBER I SHALL WORSHIP YOU IN MY DREAMS. MY SPIRIT DANCES IN YOUR GRACE.
THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU, YHVH! YOU ARE THE ONE I CALL ABBA, FATHER, LOOK AFTER YOUR CHIDLREN, SING TO THEM A NEW MELODY GIVE THEM A GLORIOUS CHANCE TO WALTZ WITH YOU
INSPIRE THEM WITH THE LYRICS TO SINGA NEW ODE TO. FOR IT IS TRUE NO, THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU!
|Posted by Liddy on April 13, 2012 at 12:25 AM||comments (0)|
What the hell is a carbon footprint anyway? It's not like you can see it right?
Look at that broad open space, a barren desert, there were trees upon trees that used to stand there. Now those trees were made into houses for the two legs to lounge in while eating cheesy puffs, and playing GTA on their PS3s. The birds who used to sit on the tree branches are now trapped in tiny wire cages in the homes of these furless animals, they sing, they long, they will never fly again.
The bear and the panther are mere shadows, ghosts that stalk the parched land. Parched land that was once abundant with life, squirrels and rabbits, foxes and badgers, all gone.
Now there is a city being built, brown and yellow smoke rises from within breathing life into a monster that will grow and grow and grow until it reaches the trees again, and will push, chop and cut them down to haul them away like before turning grass into sand, water into dust, tearing the soul from the land.
So what the hell is a carbon footprint anyway?
It's the pollution in the air, the trash in the ocean, the wildlife we murder, the monster that sucks the soul from the Earth. It's you, it's me, it's humanity.
by Lindsey A. Breaford
|Posted by Liddy on February 22, 2012 at 3:05 AM||comments (1)|
From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design,
Strike-slip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline...
We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known,
And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone.
Odd, long-vanished creatures and their tracks & shells are found;
Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground.
The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the rocks.
There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night,
Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light.
Long ago, when torture broke the remnant of his will,
Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still
High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars,
The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars.
We may watch and study or may shudder and deny,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the sky.
By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur,
How the living things that are descend from things that were.
The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies,
These tiny, humble, wordless things -- how shall they tell us lies?
We are kin to beasts; no other answer can we bring.
The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing.
Remember, should you have to choose between them in the strife,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote life.
And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made, Or study cells, or living things, seek truth with open hand. The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand. Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed, The truth has left its living word for anyone to read. So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled. Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the world.
-- Catherine Faber
|Posted by Breath of Shalom on February 5, 2012 at 11:35 PM||comments (0)|
She is no longer in the darkness. The sun shines even when it is dark. She turned her sorrow into an everlasting joy.
She knows she's no bodys toy.
She drives along the twisted highway
the path looks straight now in her eyes
in her heart, there are no more lies or souls that tie.
She dances in the midst of the fog. A glance and then a dance to her sweet romance.
You have romanced me into your arms
once again I can breathe
Goodbye endless night you cannot dwell within in my sight
I am forever in my Gods light . My soul is whole, restored because of the one I call MESSIAH
Now I can fly! I have found freedom and I will follow thee my Lord whithersoever thou goest!
By: Wendy Hubbard