Quotes about psalm, page 14
God is Unchanging
He is the Father of unchanging lights
The River of Life and flowing Grace
Alpha and Omega, our God of might
Eternal LORD of the human race.
There is no shadow or iota of Doubt
His Word says there is all about Truth
He changes not and we can't live without
The Light of His Word, from which we bear fruit.
Times may change and many will deceive
Some will say His Word is obsolete today
Say that God loves all men and forgives
They make their own view to suit their way.
God changes not and so does His Word
The Rock of Ages for a man will not bend
He gave His Word for the good it accords
It will stand firm and strong to the very end!
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His Promises, His Love
His promises preserve my life
These are the anchors in my strife.
When there are just uncertainties
His Presence is my reality.
The painful past keeps haunting me
But His loving kindness here will be
The healing balm that moves my soul
From brokenness, He makes me whole.
His Love is always here abiding
And in His Words will be my guiding,
With every step this is my Light
In darkness deep directs my sight.
My God is ever Faithful, True
And in this life He'll pull me through.
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God Waits For You T0 Come
Jesus God, our Healer, Friend
Ever present loving Savior
Come to Him, all you who weary
Heavy laden, life survivors.
He will never turn you away
Just come and call upon His Name
You need not excellently pray
Be yourself, He'll take you just the same.
In life, we all go around searching
Like wandering sheep that go astray
When all the while the Lord is waiting
For us to come to Him today.
Your burden He is more than able
To carry, cure, and dissipate
For with God, nothing is impossible!
Don't lose your life, it is not too late.
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The Leviathan
Far deeper than the thundering waves,
at a unfathomable depth
where there is about no visibility
and night encompasses everything
and the pressure will crush
a human being
lies the Leviathan with no interest
but only to feed at times
from the blind fish, cuttlefish
and some sea creatures
and some men have sworn
that in times of storm
it crawls from the hole
at the bottom of the sea
and they have seen one of
its red crests riding a wave
and believe that it snaps ships
with its huge seven heads
filled with stone-like teeth
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October
IT is no joy to me to sit
On dreamy summer eves,
When silently the timid moon
Kisses the sleeping leaves,
And all things through the fair hushed earth
Love, rest--but nothing grieves.
Better I like old Autumn
With his hair tossed to and fro,
Firm striding o'er the stubble fields
When the equinoctials blow.
When shrinkingly the sun creeps up
Through misty mornings cold,
And Robin on the orchard hedge
Sings cheerily and bold,
While the frosted plum
Drops downward on the mould;--
And as he passes, Autumn
Into earth's lap does throw
Brown apples gay in a game of play,
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i8 The Kuan's Canticles
I hush the wail along my trail
Past hamlet, home and hollow,
While on I go with noiseless flow
And robin red-breasts follow.
And like a psalm, benign and calm,
I blight the brow of winter ;
I snap the chains that hold the reins
The fields of ice I splinter ;
And like the tide I run and ride,
The bated winds I swallow ;
Triumphant still past rock and rill,
And robin red-breasts follow.
A wing of light from night to night
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Unclean
I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am
like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am
as a sparrow alone upon the housetop.
Psalm 102
The pelican in scripture is unclean. It pukes dead fish
onto the hatchlings, and it roosts alone, like Satan
on the Tree of Life. Nobody told me. I liked pelicans.
I liked owls, too. I used to lie awake and listen,
wanting to become an owl, to fly, to see through darkness,
turn my head, and look straight back behind me. I was
happy, as kids go, but I did not belong in human form.
Sparrows peck grain from fresh dung. In this world rich
means filthy. Leopardi, in his high Romantic musings
on the sparrow, does not say the poet is a shitbird, just
that, singing by himself, he acts like one, and wishes
he could feel more like one, unashamed to do so. Here,
the preacher (burning in his bones with fever, puking
half-digested fish, and hooting, sleepless in the ruins
like the baleful dead) cries: O Lord, take me not away.
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Solitude of Fame
Through thick, thin and thuds
Thine was the strong will to revive
In the long tunnel of goods and bads
Wishing a trumpet of revelation could arrive
Clocks ticking in unison
To thee, sounds like psalm of life
And like eleventh hour cock tintinabulation
Is marking the time of denial and strife
Holding back thy breath
On cross. With veneration of the saints
Calm! Gazing at this sacred wealth
None was purchased via cents
Don't please! Jesus don't leave!
Ere I tell thou the ultimate sorrow
Left behind in a strengthful heave
Of the final hour of a hero
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A love slave's shanty to a goddess...
I'd like to look for—the spry-blossom, called Phoebe
There is nought as virtuous, or saintly, as the white gypsy...
I'd like to find me—that last green forget-me-not
What matter the cost, if I don't hit the jackpot...
I'd like to look for—the pale goddess of the moon;
She unto me should be a sun, and I her Neptune!
If she would but, peel me in her "bergamot-palm
...Sister of Apollo". I'd shyly-sing my last, psalm...
Lie with me; with the trident in Poseidon, crowned:
Enter within me, all thy eternity newly bound...
Love, let no mountain-shade you're innate-fancy
Earthquake: Wild horses, shall not tether my fiancée.
Like the smoking-waves upon the sirens-shore
I'll descend to meet her when, the rocks of thunder-roar.
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A New David for America
Because he led a righteous movement
To cleanse the language from much cursing
Some people hate and threats were sent
But this young man, God will be holding.
No weapon formed against him prosper
The Lord will be his Sun and Shield
The Mighty God be his Deliverer
To Him all enemies will yield.
Curses said within the Land
Have borne fruit with rage and violence
Evil had thrived and gone out of hand
God raised this young man now to cleanse.
Like David he is facing big Goliaths
With verbal tentacles laced in curses
They will rant and rage in vicious aftermath
But they face the God of Heaven's forces.
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