The Lord resides within his mind, or so he thinks, but not his heart. His wheelchair today won’t start. The internet goes blank. He’s blind.
He rises standing there to find rebellion as his mental mesh is torn revealing fallen flesh. Knocked down his demons seek the door. His heart’s been cleaned renewed now for a will aligned and temple fresh.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word fresh to be used in a C-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I am thinking of Psalm 51:10.
This hazy morning’s white with snow that’s covering the summer grass, depositing a fluffy mass. May spring appear and let things grow. The winter’s beautiful although it’s much too cold with silent chills. I’d rather sleep than look for thrills while running out about the park where footsteps leave a foot deep mark, unless that’s what I hear He wills.
It’s holiness that makes us hush not happiness that runs away with pleasures leading us astray in nightmares while the waters rush.
With affirmations rich and plush we thank the Lord who made the sky, who made the earth and birds that fly and creatures on the land below and in the water. See! They show the glory of our God on high.
It’s perseverance that we need with faithful focus, pure of heart, repenting any wayward part. We let the Holy Spirit lead with prayer the writings that we read. Avoiding tricks deceivers play we stay upon the narrow way that follows closely His own will thus finding that we’ve served until the coming of the final day.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “will” to be used in a D-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
With little deeds I wrote my book. May viewers not be led astray. The cluttered moments blew away when upside down the world was shook and what was left is what I took. I reasoned rightly I should read the words I knew I ought to heed. “You’re much too late,” the devil said, “Tomorrow morning you’ll be dead.” This final chapter’s all I need.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “read” to be used in a C-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
His promises He’s come to keep. Deception’s seen through flashy art as idols fall and drift apart. Where demons dug delusions deep the truth’s now clear. The liars weep. Here comes the morning freshly made as night departs and star lights fade. It’s now we fully understand. We are the bride. We take His hand. Our ransom long ago was paid.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “art” to be used in a B-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
He’s there for every foe or friend. The special gift of Christmas day foreshadows sacrifice and may our hearts renew, our false ways end. While there’s still time let praises send our gratitude beyond our tears. Rejoice! His Spirit watches, hears as we are blessed with penitence for wanderings that made no sense. We wait. Come soon – the Lord appears.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “friend” to be used in an A-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
There’s nothing that’s been left untold. Our Shepherd’s voice we loved to hear. Our hope replaced our urge to fear. We followed calmly in the fold.
Obeying never will get old. You’ve led us on the lasting way where praise became our urge to pray. Your joy now fully fills our hearts and overflows. What’s sad departs. We watch the sunrise of Your day.
May all of us walk up that road that leads from blindness to what’s true. Priorities get altered, too. We struggle pained against the goad refusing to give up our load of dark delusions – off they fly. In brilliant light we breath a sigh of joy proclaiming, as we pray, the humble praise we raise today when we were stopped by God on high.