911 – haiku – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We can choose our path to hate or to love our neighbor but God would choose love September 9, 2010 ...
We can choose our path to hate or to love our neighbor but God would choose love September 9, 2010 ...
Gods calls us from deep within us to speak his words to a rebellious people all of the children those ...
Hear my words, oh people coming from the Lord share his message of love that we would turn to him ...
Believing falsely in the darkness of our sin straying from the truth of his word walking away from him Living ...
Steeled by God giving words to share to challenge the people to turn to God destruction, judgment if they turn ...
In our hearts a voice rising the love of Jesus speaking giving us words to share to heal the brokenness ...
Oh to be like Ezekiel to have seen the throne the appearance of a likeness of God as a man ...
Broken shards jagged piece of our pottery strewn to the winds like the dry bones in the valley devoid of ...
The words coming easy not merely dry bones laying on my desk, in the computer, the ether coming together with ...
Out of repentance coming to God reborn in him our clay given life his breath making us sing New hearts ...
Christ speaking a promise retelling the prophecy of old an assurance of strength and protection that the spirit would rain ...
Our lives, if we are yoked to our Savior our brother, if we are following the calling of the Lord ...
Under the shadow of the cross the servanthood of our king the arms of the cross wrapping around me walking ...
Walking, journeying, living out my days in the shadow of the cross letting go of my troubles, of my cares ...
Following the way of the cross, the example of the Christ humbling ourselves submitting, giving our will turning to the ...
Bowing our heads, giving over our wills leaving all, our comfort kneeling as he did, in the Garden Gethsemane, knowing ...
All the dry bones, those buried in the ground those whose ashes, their breath spread to the four winds An ...
It was out of the four winds, from the ends of the earth, brought to the valley, the battlefield of ...
Dry, bleached bones, an army dead, dust where they fell spoken over the prophet, the man of God a rattling ...
dry bones, how did they get there, filling the valley floor, pondering the story, before the story context and meaning ...
The breath of life, was called to the valley by the prophet, the man of God, to revive the dead, ...
Not merely a breath, the breath of life whispered into the bones. No, the wind, from the ends of the ...
Hope came, in the birth of the Son to bring hope to the people, waiting for so long for the ...
Oh how fitting, a lectionary story caught in the summer months, hot and harsh for ripe summer fruit ripening even ...
God put the bones together put sinew, flesh, and skin on the bones of the dead nation rose them up, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
(Ezekiel, xxxvi. 25-28) The Lord proclaims His grace abroad! "Behold, I change your hearts of stone; Each shall renounce his ...
(Ezekiel, xlviii.35) As birds their infant brood protect, And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
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