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No Matter How far we Feel

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Overcoming the Evil One

My Grace

Oh my Grace, where art Thou now,
My grand inspiration and power?
Why hast Thou turned Thy face,
Against my earthly brow?
Art Thou now gone, or dost Thou bow down,
Before dumb idols for naught?

Could it be my unanswered, under achieved,
Wasted life, sought for but not caught?
May I find my course’s reason,
But for mankind’s very own treason?
Could the way before, though it be not mine,
Be for consumption of both heart and mind?

For heaven’s sake, please feed me a supper’s plate,
Which won’t leave me filled with hate,
But instead, bring me love and retreat,
Which just might, through might, I might eat.
For I am empty, eaten through starvation’s words,
Strategically placed near the slaughter’s cross, cursed.

I await my eternal turn, to follow mine, a martyr’s tale,
To defy all the rest of my life, remaining true, yet to unveil.
Grace is a gift from the strength and power of God,
Bestowed upon all those who look upon,
The Lord lifted up, who grants redemption,
Given through faith, unto our salvation.

Jesus took the fault, eternal punishment, pain, and fall,
Bearing with it, all the trials, turmoil, and withdrawals,
Accumulated and manifest, from all our falls.
The Perfect Lamb, slaughtered in shame, pain, and blame for all.
My Lord, Your Grace, be engraven upon my hands, knees and face.
I do not dwell upon Thy grief, but to find relief, in Thine sanctified, hallowed grace.

My heart shines now, I do adore and bow, causing my woolen robes to be exquisite white.
Thy life in mine, I do humbly vow, My Grace, Thou art my true delight!
Nothing so excruciating, could ever be done,
For souls whose fatal corruption in enmity, could ever be won,
But by the saving, sacrificing, righteous love of the Holy Son.
Do not ever mock what God has wrought in crushing agony, for fun.

Shane

True Love

Jopana’s Journey

Father, I know I am Thy literal son,
And Thou hast told me, Thou hast totally forgiven me.
I wholly believe Thee, but I don’t feel worthy,
To even be called Thy son, cut off spiritually by the natural man.

It is under the Son of God, I have been adopted in,
And after the resurrection, after I’ve thrived to the end,
Having proved true, I will then be physically begotten too,
Having become Thy true favored son, for my complete soul will be made wholly new.

We all must grow up into a narrowing of focus, until we reach the other side,
Where we come out into the purity of light, which then widens.
For all are in The Great Christ, and we too must die,
But in the Father, all shall be made alive.

This is our test, and we must do our very best,
As Thou dost make up all the rest, in restoring us,
To a perfect brightness of spirit, love and intelligence,
Both in body, spirit and soul, to inherit peace, sealed as one whole.

We all play an important role,
For all are needed in the great Christ’s sacred soul.
Please Lord, help us all to be true in Thee, sanctified,
For in Thy blood, our life’s supply, we too must die.

Thou hast all these sacred treasures of truth, within Thy eternal, master plan.
So please, don’t let go of our desperate hands.
Within the building blocks of the eternities, our families, I know we can,
Like the good ground beneath our feet, have our lives in holy love so sweet.

The atonement of our Lord, is for each sister and brother,
Which helps heal our wounds, and binds up our souls to each other.
We need to be united in Thee, for if not, then who are we really?
I want our names to be wholly in, Christ Jesus.

Shane

The Benefits of Gratitude and Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

A day of giving, a day of thanks.
A day to remember who gave His grace.
We are of the same Fatherhood,
Sharing His blessings in doing good.

Every day may we give our blessings,
Making each day our thanksgivings.
This gift of His life, is the reason why,
We can all have lives, of love and light.

We must all do our part,
In all Thou dost bestow,
In thankfully giving our hearts,
In all we do kindly owe.

Today are blessings given,
Which we must multiply.
Each blessing comes from heaven,
We must give, share and fortify.

In celebration of divine providence,
As an ambassador of recompense,
May we humbly return Thy offering,
For we are all seeds now sowing.

Gratitude for the greatest sacred gift,
Is essential for our truest happiness.
To lift others is our greatest joy given,
In reverence, He will lovingly draw us in.

Watch for others in their needs,
And bless them with holy fruits of peace.
Speak kindly and do rightly in all His ways,
And become rewarded in Celestial place.

Shane

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

Truth Restored

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The One Who Comes To Save

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The Ancient Battle Ablaze

Ancient Battle

I am endlessly groping among these ancient ruins,
Trying to dodge all these hedges and thorny vines strewn.
I am searching for an ancient artifact, only aided by the moon.
The night has now turned into a pensive day,
Yet amid this solemn lonely gloom, my day is still a day away.

I am seeking under the sun, amid my pain,
Trying to not come undone, for this is my refrain,
Crying out to my Father, under the pouring rain.
There is no end for me, to my mighty ceaseless praying.
Why is this cruel fight, one so hard to make right?

I’m in this saying, “Father, end this nightmare,
So I can finally start living, my primeval day.
No more night demons, so I can be forgiven today!”
I close my eyes and crumble, dropping to my demise,
Calling it quits, I’m sure I’ve lost the sacred prize.

But my Mentor is wise, calling me up from the skies,
Exhorting me He says, “It’s enough, I’ll compromise.
I’ll save you, as you willingly, faithfully, and humbly, sacrifice your life.
Give it to me as a sign, and I will give you Mine.
You’ve given your very best to pass this test, now I’ll bless you through all the rest.”

So with sword and shield in hand,
I yield to my Master’s command.
Together we face this eminent battle land,
As He clears the way through sordid foliage, and slipping sand.
We now proceed straight forward, to a higher place.

Here now is where I finally behold His face!
I feel His love and light, and know His full amazing grace!
Now I know what it means, to truly let go.
We succinctly march on through the murky marsh,
Searching for this sacred ancient place of grace.

This artifact is one of ancient design, a pearl of most exquisite white.
A symbol of holy love, Spirit and light,
Hidden deep down, well under ground.
An ancient treasure of sacred worth,
Serving as a sacred token portal, to return home from earth.

Master, only with Thee will I go, for only Thy true great name saves.
I’ll catch on and take hold of Thy soul, never to let go!
On our Father’s right hand, His Majesty, Thou takes all godly control, completing Thy perfect role.
With newness of ways, we live in the promised and saving days.
Now is the time of the great redeeming, the fulfilling of the ancient battle ablaze!

Shane

Grace Reborn

A Wander’s Compelling Journey Through Heartfelt Transformation and Change

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Sometimes God Finds Us – Even When We Run From Him

My Witness of the love and power of God for His Children

He’s always there. If I turn to the right, His Grace is there. If I turn to the left, His Mercy will find me. If I go back, He’s got me. If I go forward, I run straight into Him.

Just Seconds before this…!

Shane

Divine Visions

Vision of Love

In a dream divine,
My vision of the sublime,
I entered Heaven.

I lingered and longed,
To stay in holy presence.
As I did, I bade.

The Lord Inviting,
I moved in realms of glory,
My eyes were opened.

Beholding, I knelt,
My heart in beat expanded,
Grace, love in my soul.

All around me felt,
Our hearts knit and meld as one.
Now returning home.

My mind sees a place,
Where sin nor time doth hold face.
All in one embrace.

Shane

Heaven’s Healing

Heavenly Embrace

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My Grace, I Bow Before Thee Now

My Cup Runneth Over

Your Grace

My Lord, Your Grace, be engraven upon my knees, hands and face.
I do not dwell upon Thy grief, but to find mine own hallowed relief.
My heart shines now, I do adore and bow, causing my wool to be exquisite white.
Thy life in mine, I humbly vow, My Grace, Thou art my true delight!

Grace is a gift of the strength of God,
Bestowed on all those who look upon,
The Lord lifted up, who grants redemption,
Given through faith, unto our salvation.

Jesus took the fault, eternal punishment, pain, and fall,
Bearing with it, all the trials, turmoil, and withdrawals,
Accumulated and manifest, because of our falls.
The Perfect Lamb, slaughtered in shame, pain, and blame for all.

Nothing so excruciating, could ever be done,
For souls whose fatal corruption in enmity, could ever be won,
But by the saving, sacrificing, righteous love of the Holy Son.
Do not ever mock what God has wrought in agony, for fun.

Grace, where art Thou now, my inspiration and power?
Why hast Thou turned Thy face, against my brow?
Art Thou gone, or dost Thou now bow down before dumb idols for naught?
Could it be my unanswered, under achieved, wasted life, sought for but not caught?

May I find my course’s reason,
But for mankind’s very own treason?
Could the way before, though it be not mine,
Be for consumption, of both heart and mind?

For heaven’s sake, please, feed me a supper’s plate,
Which won’t leave me filled with hate,
But instead, bring me love and retreat,
Which just might, through might, I might eat.

For I am empty, eaten, through starvation’s words,
Strategically placed near the slaughter’s cross, cursed.
I await my eternal turn, to follow mine, a martyr’s tale,
To defy all the rest of my life, remaining true, yet to unveil.

Shane

Love in Every Condition

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Sacramental Sabbath

Our Savior and Redeemer Mild

Christ is the water and bread of life,
Poured out and broken for us to take part.
Everything denotes His love,
His perfect sacrifice for us.

His soul He offered unto God,
His life He surrendered on the cross.
He is the Christ, our exaltation prize,
Our Savior and Redeemer mild.

His healing balm knows no end.
His service to the broken to mend.
Once to humbly lay His life by,
Now He reigns in heaven on high.

To be partakers of His fruits,
We must bear His life in us,
To tree from roots.
Herein are the gospel tools.

Christ the Lord who reigns on high,
Let us always be nearby Thy side.
We have come to earth to do our part,
Bestow now charity in our hearts.

With hearts and hands to serve Thine all,
We adhere to Thee to fulfill Thy call.
Always to give in love, Spirit and truth,
Thy holy peace, makes all things new.

Shane

He is the Way, the Truth and the Life!

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My Awakening

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My Budding Relationship with God

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Sacred Healing

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The Father Unto Us

The good word of God. See if you can find yourself herein.

Shane

Make the Way, With Thy Savior

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Addiction: Forgiveness & Healing

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Spending Time With My Holy One

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Mothers, Irreplaceable Homemakers

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The Spirit of the Christ

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Mercy’s Arms Make Place For Grace

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Starting Over – A New Birth

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Where We Want To Be; What It Takes

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What is Truth?

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The Great Plan of Happiness

The Atonement and Fall

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My Poetic Journey Has Led Me Here

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The Importance of Family

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The Meaning of LOVE

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Follow Your Dreams

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To Be a Crowned Individual

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Champion the Cause of Truth

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Come, and Know Him

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The Tide Will Turn Toward Human Unity

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A look at the Blessings of Providence

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We Have a Modern Day Prophet

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How Do You See Yourself?

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An Inspiring Teaser

Passing Time

I am way ahead of time.
I pass each minute as I climb.
I am in the current of life,
Above the lower strife.

God’s words unveil the truth,
And my soul can behold the proof.
I am lifted up, as was He who drank the cup,
And took all ill, and neutralized it with His love.

His life and death passes time,
Both before and beyond,
And recreates all of essence,
Which resides in His presence.

Time is now an issue of the past.
I am no longer a slave to its tasks.
I have been divided into one,
And can now see into the Son.

So as time passes, I am in the present,
And I know the outcome of the future.
For sight is following the light,
And living over the ruptured night.

What will you do with your time?

Shane

Finding Your Place of Grace Now

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A Poet’s Christmas

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An Exciting New Poem, “Just Off The Press!”

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First Sign

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