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I rise again this morning, and I see
The scenes of yesterdays still on repeat. My neighbors in their daily routines flow-- The kids to school. The pets outside. Then, "Go!' News today? There's nothing 'new' to tell. Another thousand lives in Gaza fell. Another active shooter at a school. Another Party face-off. Who will rule? Christ warned us, "In this world you will have strife." He said, "I am the Way, the Truth, the Life." He charged his kids to BE His hands, His feet. His Love, His Power to Save, His Joy, His Peace. 'Til His return, we on His Promise lean; To live well for Him, In the In-Between.
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 My Question: How can mere mortal meet a Holy God?
His Reply: My mercy bids you, "Come! Be loved again!" An invitation undeserved, so odd. Yet in His Presence we anew begin! (selah) My Question: How can flawed mortal please a perfect King? His Reply: "My gift of Love and Life cannot be earned. "Delight is mine when son and daughter sing, "When troubled life-songs to Me, fully turn." (selah) Such paradox: Creator. Lover. Lord. His loved Creation? Prideful enemy!! But Love He is, and Faithful to His Word-- Repentant rebels --lavishly received!!! (selah) True miracle of mercy; Makes no sense! Yet greater senselessness?--Those who reject.
 Today, like yesterday, intrudes on sleep;
I wrestle flesh, and take the morning slow. The birds call--all those chipper, cheerful, cheeps Bid me, "Get up! Get dressed! And somewhere go!! Today, like yesterday, I won't feel sane Until my magic wake-up potion brews. Aroma's waft through kitchen, nose and brain. Calm descends like early morning dew. On porch, serene, I savor second cup, A peaceful perfect energy compels. . . My prayers, praises, petitions I lift up To Abba Father everything I tell. Cafe' au lait aromas make me sing A fragrant offering to my Lord and King.  The soaring hawk surveys the field below;
As locusts' chorus swells and then subsides. A battle for the nectar where it flows-- Those tiny pilots buzzing side to side. Cardinals' scarlet robes chase through the trees; Whistling pure and sweet in cheerful calls. They listen for a lover to appease, And join the joyful early morning ball. Fuzzy, furry, fluffy, frisky squirrels Arrive en masse to raid the food supply; Barking their behests to beasts and birds To stay at bay until they're satisfied. Summer's morning fauna on display Fills my soul with wonder every day. |
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