Good faithGood faith is like lightGood faith by cereal-in-a-bowl
sparked upon a waxen wick
whose glow is so splendorous
it glorifies the entire candlestick
in the winds of ill affliction
it perseveres to stand bold
though it sways, blinks and quivers
it would remain a crest of firm stronghold
The light shall refuse to douse
and in good faith shall not renounce
instead in good faith it shall
in recitation proclaim...
God hath made me light
and in His good favour I shall forever shine
though the wintry arrows fly
across the enemy skies
None shall shake my tower
None shall bring down my gates
None shall conquer me
For God reigns eternally
a crest of hope
He leads me to victory
alongside me He hath sent
legions of angels as my auxiliary
though the empire may be
a hoard of ten thousand cavalry
His words shall be my armour
His love and mercy my breast plate
The tyrant may send out
an army all devout
Nay, he shall not prevail me because my God
shall destroy him all with a single brush of His Divine hands
God's HeavenGod's HeavenGod's Heaven by AMSnowOfficial
Written by Adam M. Snow
A vision splendid of the Heavenly scene,
filled my mind with an image so clean:
the purity of the road from which I walk,
beyond the pearly gates so pure and white;
brighter than the sun's brightest light,
where the saints goes to flock.
Awestruck was I, with bright colors so new;
beyond everything of this earthly hue.
They glowed from the flowers in eternal bloom;
no death is seen, no weltering of a rose;
true beauty only God could compose -
with great fragrance, oh Heaven's perfume.
Oh the Heaven's perfumes, intoxicating scent;
so greatly with love, Heaven's intent.
Entwined with the sounds of the Heavenly choir;
great melodies with angelic boasts.
And out of the mouths of the highest Heavenly hosts,
singing with voices of fire.
Oh the tunes of Heavenly chorus great,
flowing with love and overflowing the gates.
The power's so great I fall to my knees,
I cannot help but join in to sing,
(O' great is Thy forever King -
great is Thy Maker of peace
Seeds and the SoulAs the rain falls down it does not return to the heavens until it has accomplished its task. So it is with God's word which he sends down to earth constantly. In our mass this day we receive God's word twice. The first is through Scripture, which teaches us about the history of God's saving work and reveals to us who we are. The second is Jesus Christ in the Eucharist. When we receive Him, not just in word but fully, He dwells in us and we in Him.Seeds and the Soul by TESM
But consider for a moment how rain falls upon the earth. When it rains it falls on every sort of terrain: fertile soil, dry and cracked earth, grasslands, and forests. While fertile soil receives rain and produces fruit, the other sorts of terrain will produce little more than what they already have. Fertile soil needs to be prepared to receive rain and produce fruit. As you receive God's word this day, how have you prepared yourself to receive it? What will you do once you receive it?
Perhaps this story will aid you in meditating upon these
The Feeble ThreadA thread, though feeble, when build with hope and dedication,The Feeble Thread by lidsworth
can withstand even the greatest evils.
A thread that is small, and weak to you,
is the base of my faith, and the strength of my truth.
Through terrible winds and malicious storms,
the rope sticks into my very being like thick, razor thorns.
It tears and it tugs, it rips me apart,
it tosses and turns the vessels in my heart.
But through the storm, no matter it's treacherous wind,
I survive the agony with a tremendous wins.
Yet when I come to tell you of my accomplished bravery,
you laugh at me, and disregard my testimony.
Weak in body, weaker in faith,
you think me of nothing but a common fake.
How could someone as “ordinary” as I,
have survived the treacherous pain within the tornadoes eye?
The only testimony are the scars on my body,
but without eye witness, to you all, I'm nothing but a folly.
The feeling of anger and desperation is hard to explain,
how can you not believe my tale without calling me names
Jury DutyI've found that people who accuse others of being the devil, usually have the Devil himself whispering in their ears. Being that we are imperfect, basic reasoning would only assume that we are unfit to pass pure judgement on anyone or anything. I believe that we can all agree on that to some extent, but of course stands the possibility that I am wrong by that very same logic. Judgement is not just for sinners, it is for choice in general. My point is related in that choice is in fact reliant on perspective and perception (Matthew 7:1-5).Jury Duty by GrubbsWriting
On one hand, we could see a man begging for money on the side of the road and think of him as a man in need. Yet in today's world, we are taught to be conservative in our trust, therefore on the other hand, we could see that man, and question his legitimacy. Then of course there are those who insist that instead of mercy and charity, that these fellow human beings of ours should just up and stop being homeless and without work, as though they have
I Forgive YouAll those time you've ever hurt me.I Forgive You by same-but-different
Everything you said.
Every scar you cut.
Every bruise you left.
I won't lie: I hated you for it.
How could you do this to someone so close to you?
How could you abuse their trust, their faith, that you were better than that?
But all that's behind us.
Today's the day I can look in the mirror and say,
"I forgive you."
The Spirit of EasterMy Teacher, My great Teacher,The Spirit of Easter by chorsahgryphon
Where are you in this night?
The Dark has covered hills and dales and gone has run the light
We saw their hand, we turned and ran, yes from them we did flee
While wives and mothers on the hill compose an elegy
For weep, weep O World!
Weep all tree and shrinking moss
For my Rabbi who I followed
Now is dying on a cross.
Were you not our Messiah?
To give us back our land?
To scatter out the Roman force and free us by your hand?
Did we not see you heal the sick and liberate the lame?
Did you not bring back Lazarus though four days late you came?
Yet I hear you cry,
From your ordeal on the tree
"My God, My God, My Father
Why have You forsaken Me?"
Your last words do speak forgiveness
For the ones that put you there
A sepulcher is readied in a garden fresh and fair
Tomorrow's mass, three days do pass before we dare to come
We bring things of memorial and leave our silent homes
But O heaven, high above!
What great sight now greets our eyes?
For the stone that blo
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