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Wanting Love (or, Fear… Fatherward) | Silence... spoken.
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Wanting Love (or, Fear… Fatherward). June 9, 2015. What’s there’s not here,. Our dust is cleared). Like the Dad He’ll always be. 8220;And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.”. Filed in Randomiscious thoughts. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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While Playing With Moon-Shadows… | Silence... spoken.
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While Playing With Moon-Shadows…. March 7, 2015. Is it really like. With confidence –. In Great-God’s gaps. Til some love slaps,. Tables turn like a mid-winter’s sunset…. And the moon, new,. When to turn her head,. We’ve times and dark seasons. Where we’ve all flung our treasons. Still He stays, good, and He’s. Got His love’s reasons,. Con-cluded in the stars. Like a delta, earth-dispersing,. The jeopardous ocean’s fed. It felt like a shipwreck. Salty, littered, red. And it tugs at our hearts.
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Trans-Pacificism… Or Here Comes His Grace… | Silence... spoken.
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Trans-Pacificism… Or Here Comes His Grace…. March 14, 2015. The speed limit sign says, boldly,. And my mind says, ‘Nahh, that’s. Things shouldn’t move like that-. Not right now, at least,. Let it last awhile. With the universe leaning. Just how it is,. How uncouth, all the hurry. How unbecoming, is this. And while my mind speaks thusly. Feels it, too,. But what do these. Prone-to-wandering feet find to do? The pedal’s on the floor. It got there slow-ly,. But there it sits,. And this car is moving fast-.
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To Wake, With Hands… Again | Silence... spoken.
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To Wake, With Hands… Again. May 31, 2015. The best of me. Which long have drifted. We dream in puddled ink blots. To wake with hands. To be known through. Filed in Randomiscious thoughts. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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Move, God… | Silence... spoken.
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Move, God…. June 14, 2015. Grey mountains groan,. And I so-know the sound. For faith’s…. 8220;…Be thrown into the sea! So are we again. Filed in Randomiscious thoughts. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Caleb Green's Blog.
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Silence... spoken. | Page 2
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Move, God…. June 14, 2015. Grey mountains groan,. And I so-know the sound. For faith’s…. 8220;…Be thrown into the sea! So are we again. Filed in Randomiscious thoughts. Wanting Love (or, Fear… Fatherward). June 9, 2015. What’s there’s not here,. Our dust is cleared). Like the Dad He’ll always be. 8220;And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.”. Filed in Randomiscious thoughts. May 31, 2015.
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Sand, Walking… (or) El Roi Hosanna | Silence... spoken.
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Sand, Walking… (or) El Roi Hosanna. February 16, 2015. Hear the cries of. As dusk’s heavy,. With us, sand walking. At low tide,. Inland, for a time…. Gathered, hurting,. We’re forced to find tragedy’s rhyme. Or perish, in the searching,. For the sundered sea. Can we, without the moon, call. The ocean back again? And yet, He says it’s coming-. The Master of the moon. The ocean’s tune. Filed in Randomiscious thoughts. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Devoted to the Apostles Teaching. Devoted to the breaking of bread. Devoted to the fellowship. Living the life of Acts 2:42. Gold, generosity and the Gospel. Love the gifts – 1st Corinthians 13. Gathering with the Gifts – 1st Corinthians 14. The ACTS of the Church (ch 1-4). The Church as a Family! Acts 1 – The coming of the Kingdom. . . . Acts 2 – The Spirit of the Kingdom. . . . The life of Abraham. . . Abraham 1: the journey of faith. . . House Church – Chinese underground style! Living the Kingdom link.
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No Wonder … | Silence... spoken.
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No Wonder …. June 27, 2015. We wake to find. We wear the rugs. We’ve swept all of our dirt. Or thus and such…. Filed in Randomiscious thoughts. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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I’m Michael, =) Sometimes known as “Sir Michael” also known as “My Giant Good Man” or “My Good Man”… most times I just go by, plain old, “Michael” which I don’t mind one bit. Oh… Very rarely -but it happens- am I called “Mikey”…. I know that it is “God who works in me both to will, and to do of His good pleasure.”. I wish, and pray, that people would smile, both more and for the right reason… because they are loved… by none other than Omnipotent, Benevolent, Gracious, Loving, God. I Work at an Eye doctor...
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