Tag: sacrifice
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Prayer for Humility
May my mouth speak nothingbut for Your gloryMay my mind know nothingbut for Your purposeMay my eyes see nothingbut for Your wayMay my heart feel nothingbut for Your loveMay my ears hear nothingbut for Your truthMay my soul breathe nothingbut for Your life. May my I– the I thatYou arein me –refuse to existin any…
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Joy
(aka: The Death of the Nag) The Joy that flows through me –as I renounce my will,surrendering it to theemptinessit always produced –that Joy lifts me lightens me awakens me and sees me only inLove.It refuses the nagthat mutters the lie:“You renounceonly in your own selfishness,knowing the Joy to come!”and focuses my hearton the One …
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The Journey Home
Superstitionsthe worst one –God will keep from meall that He knows I want. That’s why I spent my lifetrying not to dream but dreaming anywaytrying not to hope but hoping every day dreaminghopingthat maybe, just maybethe promises in that great bookwere meant for me, too –“plans to prosper …not harmplans to give hope …a Home.”*…
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The Humbling
It has been said:As soon as you knowyou are humble,you are no longer humble. It has also been said:“I have tried hard to find You –don’t let me wanderfrom Your commands.” * I have repeated bothwhile enslaved stillin spiritual pridewith knowledge only at my side. I have experienced bothwith tears in my throata swollen heart…
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Only Truth
A wise man, after studying the peacefulness of Gandhi, once wrote: “lying is the mother of violence.” * This morning as my eyes observed that thought the breath in my lungs vanished and every lie I ever told to another and to myself flooded in to fill the space – suffocating violently in a lifetime…
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The Buck I Encountered on Paul’s Birthday
Around the bendandbeyond the old wooden fencehe stoodmajesticstrongbold-andhe staredright through my being… His gaze stole my breath.His confidence firmso firm it instilled in mestillnessabsolute and petrifying… Yet there was no fearno shame in being seenthere was onlyjoyandgratitudefor what had been…
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Your Name
In the praise of my neighbor, I suddenly feel the heaviness of his power-filled footsteps patiently prowling the perimeter. It is there he discovers the gate unlocked – that wish I have to be seen known accepted – how many times I have fallen here I’ve lost count, yet this time there is no fear…
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Thank God for Mystics
Then,the path ahead was overwhelmingstrewn with the litter of my grasping—a minefield of my own makingOh,how I studied to learn the truth about You and the rules to guide the way— amazed by all revealed to meNow,the path of freedom stretches ahead cluttered not at all with my passions—a sea adrift with Your Image