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looking unto Jesus...

Father, I come before You recognizing Your Sovereignty, for You are God alone.  You are mine, and I am Yours.  Even before the world began, You have seen my unformed body, and loved me even then.  You had all my cells numbered, and You knew me well.  You are the shaper of my heart, and the life that flows through my body I have received from You.  You created me for Your purpose and I will wait for the consummation of Your will in my being. 

Father, I look to You, for there is no other way than Your way.  I trust in You for apart from You, there is no truth.  I cling to You for in Your presence there is fullness of life. 

Only You can read the longings of my soul.  Rebuke me if I am in the wrong, but strengthen me when I am called to do the right thing.  Let me not be afraid of my enemies, for You have said that the victory is already won.  Father, keep me.  Deliver me from sin and soothe my spirit when it is longing for Your touch of grace.  Imprison me in Your amazing love and never let me go. 

Thank You for delivering me from sin, and illumine my path that I may only walk in Your way.  Many have turned aside, many have gone astray, but let my feet walk on the narrow way that leads to life everlasting.  May the hearts that need release find freedom through Your power, and may the sick be healed before Your feet.  Keep me attuned to the voice of the Holy Spirit, lead me beside the still waters for You are the Great Shepherd who shall not make me want. 

Lead me to them who need You.  Father, lead me.

In Jesus’ name…

All precious things discovered late
To those that seek them issue forth,
For Love in sequel works with Fate,
And draws the veil from hidden worth.
-TENNYSON

Nonchalant Heart-Eyes That Deride My Lines

by Ruth Vergara Mostrales

Go back to school

You, who cannot

Read.  Poems.

I write us in 

Them, very like

this.  Line.

Go back to school

You who cannot

Read.  Me.

Or better yet —

Study my

Pupils

And see.  You.

Only.

^ . ^ * (hmm, jajjungna…)

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To My Favorite Poet

your pen can fight

against a fleet

of paper colonies;

your cadence fires

the feeble feet

of my heart’s infantry.

i like to seize

your poems that throb

to teach my heart to beat;

to stir my placid, flaccid

love, with leased

nobility.

Ruth Mostrales

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