AND SO...

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(This is not a poem, although there are rhymes. This is written for the Truth that produces memoirs)

AND SO...

 

And so... all is well within and without.  This home is quiet where peace dwells throughout its grounds and all about.

God created me to be a maker and maintainer of Peace.  Yet just as David; He teaches my hands to war!

 God is Love!  Of this I'm sure; because He accepts me - one who is far from pure.  How is it my mind and soul yearns to have happy conditions every night; but deep within my born-again spirit, it churns and seeks to fight?

 It seems the Eyes of God which roams to and fro upon the Earth; picks up my spirit connected to Him [He lives within]; and takes me to the plight of my life - to charge on giants and spurn their rights!

Their rights to provoke a king of the King of Kings, to tread on turf meant only for His Own - those righteously known as His Redeemed.

 To go and look for trouble is not what God teaches me.  But what He will do with His Friend [that's me]; He'll expose, uncover and reveal the plans and schemes the enemy wants to steal! 

He'll let nothing come upon me unawares, while He Sheilds and Protects all those who are in His Care.

 And so...I become God as Christ is God as the Holy Spirit is God as the fight wars on!

 Just as Jesus said in John 17; we three become four as the Trinity soars - just as with the Hebrew Boys; some say was yore. 

However, my bosom begins to swell, just as Jerimiah's requite it's fire shut up in my bones; the Power of God stealthily dwells.

 When does my army increase for the battle?  God revokes that thought in mind; as He retorts:  "THE LORD'S HOSTS ARE IN LINE!"

"Let patience have her perfect work in you; remember you exist in time not I.  I subdue your enemies vegenance is mine; your crushing and humility is for the new wine!"

 And so...I AM that I AM helps me not to forestall and give into the enemy's plan{s} or to abort; He Who is Faithful to do What He's Promised, says...

"Look again at the fine print...
THE BLOOD wrote this Report! "

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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PROVEN 1
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STUDENTS 0
Ode to Self Absorbed 0
ARE YOU STILL THERE? 1
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Look The Other Way 0
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