Forgiveness is freedom,
Choice not to run,
Welcome greets wisdom,
Better’s the deed once done.
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Time to be still,
Opportune frame,
Busyness I must kill,
Putting slavery to shame.
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The ‘how’ of faith is the way it’s lived,
challenge tradition using a revelatory sieve.
Faith authentic is Spirit-aligned,
really no way life's better designed.
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Truth bestows power,
Trust in it; it’s clean,
Beauty like a flower,
Best way to lean.
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Love at hand,
Magnanimously so,
Grace is grand,
Peace and joy glow.
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Blessed to be just,
Right to be fair,
God’s will is a must,
For those with courage and compassion to care.
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We, as persons:
As good as anyone living,
Or as bad,
What separates: our attitude to giving,
The only gauge making us eternally glad.
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Forever love sustains,
For those loving God,
Always grace remains,
For those devoted to God.
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The depths of hurt,
The heights of grace,
Vastness of the life alert,
Holds the heavenly ace.
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“God Speaks to Me”
People may think,
Us crazy and weak,
They tend to wink,
When they hear us speak.
Something we can say,
When they disagree,
“How can I disobey,
When God speaks to me?”
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We can feel another’s pain only through our own eyes; their heartache or impairment only through our own experience. We do well to remember this when offering our empathy.
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Recovery is like ascending through murky clouds; in faith we climb and recovery is borne on the lighted rays of the looming sun as it appears. The secret: keep climbing.
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We cannot coexist in successful harmony in a spirit of innate competition. Like all rock fights someone inevitably loses an eye.
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In a world seeking signs,
Evidence of the physical,
Hope otherwise shines,
In the shape of ‘the miracle’.
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The instinct is right,
When we’re caused to think,
In ways not to fight,
Halting conflict in a blink.
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Little by little the frustrations of life mount; then, suddenly, anger. Resolution requires patience—to attend to frustrations as they arise.
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Think: “What I have,”
Not: “What I’ve not,”
For life’s in the thanks,
Or all turns to rot.
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A gently wafting morning breeze,
Was what it took to bend my knees,
The Spirit’s voice sent to apprehend,
Spiritual ease God did send.
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The word, “Contract”: legal and binding—often the bane of human existence. The cause? Our lacking situational wisdom in failing to underwrite with insight.
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Time with God,
Winds of change,
Turning the sod,
Finds us our range.
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.
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