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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Nativity
3 comments:
SydCaffery
said...
I miss my children as they dream is one of my favorite of your mid- life journal creations. I just thought of it the other day, and wanted to see a copy of it.
The verse that precedes it is dynamic, moving as it passes the word from parent to child.
Like the word says, bring up your children in the word and when they are old they will not depart from it.
"Children obey your parents IN THE LORD" See, the parents are in the Lord, and children obey parents in the Lord; everyone follows the Lord who is the head of the whole body of Christ. And the other verse, "provoke not your children to anger." Not being in the Lord and obeying in the Lord will provoke children to anger because they rebel toward following untruth recognizing hypocrisy. Outside of God there is not any real truth; only the eventual disappointments of following the world.
3 comments:
I miss my children as they dream is one of my favorite of your mid- life journal creations. I just thought of it the other day, and wanted to see a copy of it.
The verse that precedes it is dynamic, moving as it passes the word from parent to child.
Like the word says, bring up your children in the word and when they are old they will not depart from it.
"Children obey your parents IN THE LORD" See, the parents are in the Lord, and children obey parents in the Lord; everyone follows the Lord who is the head of the whole body of Christ. And the other verse, "provoke not your children to anger." Not being in the Lord and obeying in the Lord will provoke children to anger because they rebel toward following untruth recognizing hypocrisy. Outside of God there is not any real truth; only the eventual disappointments of following the world.
" That it may be well with you and you will live abundantly." Our dear Children.
I Miss My Children as they Dream
*[Is that you Syolvia???]*
I miss my children as they dream,
In value times oft' it seems
Escape they to finer place
As clouds gather over landscapes
My children wax in Summer's grace
Cry not while in their place
Roam though I a babe as old
Battling too till I'm aloft the world --
That then is conclusion
my children's dreams ...
They ride free a'stride stallions
Claiming pastures for each's scheme
I've but purchased my bare plot
I have called in my delusions
Articulated on high things
Given to do lower; my illusion.
Primitives would gather to my grave
In stiff fog of dreams I have,
Scoffing unrelenting ...
Crying not, nor laughing they.
Yet I come not in spectacular times
To biddings of forgotten souls
I strive for shelter ours
Before grave in life's unfolding hours
I miss my children as they dream
For I alone can know them to value it
Wanting each their right to my spirit
A portion my children rightfully redeem.
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