My Lord, Please open the floodgates of financial wealth into my life.

Here is a poem that seeks God's provision, aligning the desire for financial wealth with His purposes, principles, and glory.

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The Floodgates

I do not ask for mere and scattered coin, For transient wealth that I might call my own, A selfish hoard that I would clutch and join To a heart that could,on it, set its throne.

I ask for what the heavens hold in store, The abundance promised since the world began. Not to add more to an already-more, But to become a conduit,Your plan.

You own the cattle on a thousand hills, The wealth in every mine, beneath the sod. You command the tides;Your word fulfills The deepest needs;You are a generous God.

So open up the windows of the sky, The floodgates of a true prosperity. Let blessing,for Your name's sake, multiply, And let it flow,a mighty sea, through me.

But first, in me, break every dam of greed, The selfish channels,narrow, tight, and small. Replace them with a true and sowing seed, A heart that trusts You as the Lord of all.

Let wealth not come to serve my vain desire, But to enact Your kingdom-work below: To clothe the naked,fan the dying fire, To help the struggling family,ease their woe.

Let every dollar be a tool of grace, A resource for the healing of the land. A means to see the hopeless find their place, Held in the purpose of Your loving hand.

Open the floodgates, Father, as You see fit, Not for my comfort,but to do Your will. And in the pouring out,may I submit, Your promise and provision to fulfill.

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Key Scriptures Weaved Into the Poem:

· Malachi 3:10 (The Floodgates of Heaven): "Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the LORD Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it." This is the primary image of God's overwhelming provision in response to faithful stewardship.

· Psalm 50:10 (God's Ownership): "for every animal of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills." This grounds the prayer in the truth that God is the source of all wealth.

· 2 Corinthians 9:8 (Purpose of Abundance): "And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work." This defines the purpose of God's provision: not for hoarding, but for generosity and good works.

· Proverbs 3:9-10 (Honoring God with Wealth): "Honor the LORD with your wealth, with the firstfruits of all your crops; then your barns will be filled to overflowing, and your vats will brim over with new wine." This connects the blessing to the principle of honoring God first.

· Matthew 6:33 (The Proper Focus): "But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." This is the essential prerequisite to all prayers for provision, ensuring the heart's priority is right.

The Rock of my salvation.

That is a powerful and foundational truth, echoing the song of Moses in Deuteronomy 32 and the psalms of David. Here is a poem celebrating that eternal Rock.

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The Rock of My Salvation

The Lord is the rock of my salvation. Not sand,that shifts with the tide of opinion, Not clay,that cracks in the heat of trial, ButRock—unmoved, eternal, strong through every mile.

“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.” —Psalm 18:2

When the rains of regret fall heavy and deep, And the floods of failure around me sweep, My house is not shaken,my foundation holds fast, For my life is built on a Rock that will last.

“He is the Rock, his works are perfect, and all his ways are just. A faithful God who does no wrong, upright and just is he.” —Deuteronomy 32:4

He is the rock from which living waters flow, The surest source when my soul is low. He is the shade in a weary land, The constant truth on which I stand.

He is the rock of my salvation's story, The foundation of my hope and glory. From Him was hewn this altar of grace, My hiding place,my resting place.

“Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.” —Isaiah 26:4

So let the winds of change howl and roar, Let the waves of chaos beat on the shore. My feet are secure,my soul anchored still, On the Rock of His promise,His sovereign will.

My salvation is sure, for it was never my own, But carved from His heart,on His cross, it was shown. I will sing of the Mountain that crushes all fear, The Lord is the Rock of my salvation—He is here.

Amen.

The Lord is my shield.

That powerful declaration from Psalm 3:3 is a cornerstone of faith. Here is a poem built upon that truth.

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My Shield

The Lord is my shield. When arrows fly unseen, When the battle rages, Fierce and keen, I raise no metal,no sword of my own, I stand behind a fortress,a mighty throne.

“But you, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high.” —Psalm 3:3

He is my shield from the accusing word, From the silent doubts that rage,unheard. He deflects the condemnation,the enemy's lie, Under His protection,my spirit lifts high.

He is my shield in the storm of fear, When the future looms,uncertain and unclear. His promise is a barrier,steadfast and true, My faith is renewed,my courage made new.

“My shield is God Most High, who saves the upright in heart.” —Psalm 7:10

He is my shield from the heat of the day, The weariness that threatens to steal my way. He is my shade,my rest, my cool, quiet place, A refuge of mercy,a sufficiency of grace.

So let the enemy plot, let the conflict wage, I will not be moved by fear or by rage. For the Victor fights for me,His power is revealed, I trust in His name—The Lord is my shield.

“In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.” —Ephesians 6:16

Amen.

The Eye is the Lamp of the body

Here is a poem that reflects on the profound truth of that statement, exploring the connection between our spiritual vision and the condition of our entire being.

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The Lamp of the Body

The eye is not a solitary thing, A lonely window where the sparrows sing. It is the lens,the gateway, and the door, That paints the light or darkness on the floor.

And if that eye should turn from what is good, Averse to truth where righteousness has stood; If it should choose to focus on the ill, And let the shadows have their staring fill…

Then it grows evil—sickly, clouded, pale, And all within begins to faint and fail. For if the light you think you have is night, What terrifying, deep, and endless dark!

The body stumbles, lost within the room, Consumed by shadows,wrapped in endless gloom. The hands will fumble,and the feet will stray, With no true vision to illuminate the way.

For what the eye lets in will fill the soul, And either break the man or make him whole. A generous eye lets in the healing sun, An evil one—the battle is undone.

So let me ask for vision pure and clear, A single focus,banishing all fear. Let not my eye be evil, let it be A lamp aflood with Your own light for me.

Illuminate the window of my heart, And from this inner darkness,bid depart. For only when my eye is fixed on Thee, Can this,my body, walk in light and see.

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The Scripture at the Heart:

This poem is a meditation on the words of Jesus found in Matthew 6:22-23:

“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are unhealthy, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!”

In this teaching, Jesus uses the physical eye as a metaphor for our spiritual perception, our focus, and our desires. An "evil" or "unhealthy" eye (a Hebrew idiom for greed, envy, or a stingy spirit) doesn't just mean we see bad things; it means our very source of perception is corrupted. This internal corruption then floods our entire being—our thoughts, actions, and character—with spiritual darkness. The poem explores the consequences of this and the prayer for purified vision.

Shield me from unrighteousness.

Here is a prayer in the form of a poem, asking for protection from unrighteousness—both from without and within.

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A Shield About Me

O Guardian of my soul, my heart, my way, The rising and the closing of my day, I ask not for a path devoid of test, But for a heart in Your own righteousness dressed.

Protect me from the unrighteousness that calls From shadowed streets and from enticing halls. The offered compromise,the whispered lie, The sin that glitters with a cunning eye.

But more than that, Abba, protect me from the foe That dwells within,that I too dearly know— The selfish thought,the pride that seeks a throne, The unrighteous seed in my own heart now sown.

Create in me a clean heart, God, renew A right spirit, steadfast and true. Where I am weak,be my prevailing strength, Go before me,and defend my length.

Lead me not into temptation's snare, But deliver me from every subtle care. Be my sure refuge and my fortress strong, The constant meter to each right and wrong.

Let no iniquity claim dominion here, Dispel my darkness,overcome my fear. Protect me with the armor of Your light, And guide my footsteps ever in what's right.

For righteousness and peace are Yours to give, In Your protection,rightly do I live. So be my shield,my sanctity, my all, Lest my own spirit stumble,faint, and fall.

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Key Scriptures Weaved Into the Poem:

· Psalm 51:10: "Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me." This is the core prayer for internal protection from the unrighteousness we harbor.

· Matthew 6:13 (The Lord's Prayer): "And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." This is a direct plea for protection from the power and lure of unrighteousness.

· 2 Thessalonians 3:3: "But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one." This is a promise of God's protecting power against external unrighteousness.

· Psalm 18:2: "The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." This provides the imagery of God as a protector.

· 1 Corinthians 10:13: "No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it." This assures us that the protection we pray for includes a provided "way out."

Let this sorrow depart from me.

Here is a poem that sits with you in that sacred, painful space of asking for the cup to pass, drawing from the deepest well of understanding.

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This Cup

This cup You give—I feel its bitter weight, The dark and heavy dregs of fear and fate. I taste its gall upon my trembling lip, And feel my failing courage start to slip.

Is there no other way? No other path? Must I now drink this cup of holy wrath? This sorrow,this ache, this lonely, crushing cost… Can it—please,Father—can it yet be passed?

"Take this cup from me," my spirit pleads, As in the garden,among the oil and seeds, A greater Prayer than mine first spoke the pain, And asked for sun,but welcomed heaven's rain.

Yet in the asking, comes the truer cry, The breath that echoes under the same sky: "Yet not my will, but Yours be done," I sigh, And lift the chalice to the God most high.

I do not drink it alone, this portion of grief, You are with me here,my sure and strong relief. You drank the darkest vintage,once for all, To catch me every time I fear I fall.

So take this cup… or walk with me as I do, Transfigure its sorrow,make it somehow new. For I trust the Hand that holds it out to me, More than I trust the eyes that cannot see.

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The Scripture at the Heart:

This poem rests entirely on the agony and surrender of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, as recorded in Luke 22:42:

"Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done."

This moment is the most profound example of raw, honest prayer meeting ultimate trust. It gives us permission to:

1. Ask honestly for our suffering to be removed.

2. Surrender completely to the wisdom and will of a loving Father.

It is a prayer that holds both our deepest fear and our highest faith in tension, and it is a prayer that God hears with infinite compassion because His own Son prayed it first.

I Love you Lord.

That simple phrase is the purest prayer. Here is a poem that expands on that beautiful devotion.

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I Love You, Lord

I love You, Lord. Not just for what You give, But for the very fact That You let me live In the warmth of Your gaze, In this mercy-filled haze.

I love You, Lord. For the grace that found me, When my soul was weary, And the world confounded me. You were the steady hand, The firm,unchanging land.

"We love because he first loved us." —1 John 4:19

I love You for the quiet, For the peace in the storm, For keeping every promise, In a form beyond form. For the cross that speaks my name, And takes away my shame.

"I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness." —Jeremiah 31:3

I love You for the morning, For each breath that I take, For the joy of forgiveness, For my soul's sweet awake. I love You for being God, My path,my staff, my rod.

I love You, Lord. It’s the simplest song I know, The one my heart keeps singing, As I daily grow. Let my life be the proof, In every word and truth.

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind." —Matthew 22:37

I love You, Lord. Amen.

You collect my tears.

 Of course. Here is a poem for that tender, healing truth.

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You Collect My Tears

I cried a sea, a salt-edged, aching tide, A storm of sorrow I could not longer hide. I cried for loss,for what I could not mend, A lonely ache,without a single friend.

I cried in silence, in the dead of night, And thought my tears were lost from holy sight. But every one that traced a path of pain, Was not released to fall to earth in vain.

You bent so low, You heard my weeping breath, And with Your hand, You dried the sting of death. Not with a word that brushed my grief aside, But with a presence,staying close beside.

You did not tell the ocean to be still, But held me,weeping, in Your holy will. And one by one,You gathered every tear, And whispered,"Child, I am forever here."

You store my tears; each one You hold dear, A sacred record of my journey here. A bottle filled with prayers I could not say, You kept them all,and You have washed them away.

So let me weep, if weeping must be done, For I weep safely near the Holy One. The same hand that was pierced to set me free, Is gentle now,to dry my tears for me.

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Key Scriptures Weaved Into the Poem:

· Psalm 56:8 (The Promise of His Care): "You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." This is the direct inspiration for the imagery of God treasuring our tears.

· Revelation 21:4 (The Final Healing): "He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." This points to the ultimate fulfillment where God Himself will dry every tear for good.

· Psalm 34:18 (His Presence in Pain): "The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." This assures us that our tears do not push God away; they draw Him near.

· John 11:35 (Jesus Wept): The shortest verse in Scripture shows that our God does not dismiss our grief. He enters into it with us, validating our sorrow before He brings His comfort.

Abba Father

Here is a poem that explores the intimate and powerful name "Abah, Father," a term of deep relational trust.

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Abah

Not a distant king on a throne of stone, A force unknown,in a world alone. But a name that rises from a child's heart, A tender whisper,a work of art.

Abba. Father. The Spirit's cry, A breath of home beneath Your sky. The veil is torn,the way is made, No more to be afraid.

It is the name Your Son first spoke In gardens where our bonds were broke. In darkest night,in deepest prayer, He placed His heart in Your great care.

And now that cry becomes my own, A seed of love in me is sown. To call the God who spins the star, "My Abba,"and know who You are.

Not slave, but son; not fear, but grace Upon my trembling heart I place. For if the Heir called You this name, I too can come,without a claim.

But simply as a child, held tight, In arms that hold the day and night. Abba. Father. My faith's first word, The sweetest cry You've ever heard.

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The Scripture at the Heart:

The poem is built on the profound truth found in Romans 8:15 and Galatians 4:6:

"For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, 'Abba! Father!'" (Romans 8:15)

"And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, 'Abba! Father!'" (Galatians 4:6)

The Aramaic word "Abba" (which translates closely to "Papa" or "Dearest Father") is one of the most intimate and relational words for God in Scripture. It signifies not just a theological truth, but a heartfelt, trusting relationship made possible through Jesus Christ.

He that is in me is stronger than he is in this world.

Here is a poem built upon that foundational truth of God's indwelling strength and victory.

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The Greater One

The battle rages, not of flesh and blood, But in the unseen places,like a flood. A voice accuses,whispers of my shame, And seeks to terrify me in Your name.

The "he" in the world seems mighty in his rage, A roaring lion,turning page by page The chronicle of failures I have made, And casting me in terror and in shade.

But then a truth, a whisper, breaks the night, A sacred,solid, and enduring light: "You, little children, you must understand, He who is in you is greater than he in the land."

The One who formed the cosmos with a breath, Who conquered even suffering and death, Does not stand far off,watching from the sky— He dwellswithin. His strength is ever nigh.

The Lion of Judah roars inside my soul, His power within me makes the darkness whole. The"he" of the world may prowl and may pretend, But his reign of terror finds a certain end.

For greater is the Spirit in my heart, Than any arrow that the world can dart. The Victor resides in this humble place, And stares down darkness with the eyes of grace.

So let the world bring all its force to bear, Its prince of power,its atmosphere of care. The citadel of my soul is not my own, It is His throne.And He has overcome.

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Key Scriptures Weaved Into the Poem:

· 1 John 4:4 (The Core Verse): "You are of God, little children, and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world." This is the direct promise that inspires the entire poem.

· Ephesians 6:12 (The Nature of the Battle): "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places." This defines the "he" that is in the world.

· 1 Peter 5:8 (The Identity of the "He" in the World): "Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour." This gives context to the enemy's nature.

· Romans 8:11 (The Power Within Us): "But if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you." This clarifies the incredible, resurrection power of "He who is in you."

God does not give spirit of fear, but power and sound mind.

Here is a poem built upon that powerful and comforting truth from scripture.

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Not Fear, But This

The spirit given is not one of fear, That crouching shadow,that insistent lie That whispers of the danger lurking near, And pulls the curtain over heaven's sky.

It is not His. That cold and grasping hand Does not descend from Your great,loving throne. It is a phantom in a foreign land, A voice that seeks to claim me as its own.

For God has given not a timid spirit, But power—the very breath that moved the deep, To stand where I am tempted to disinherit The promises You covenant to keep.

And love—that casts out fear with perfect grace, A fierce affection,steadfast and divine, That finds me in my most forgotten place And whispers,"You are Mine. Forever Mine."

And a sound mind—a clarity, a peace, A anchored thought amidst the rising tide. A blessed,holy, mental release, Where truth and trust and calmness now reside.

So I reject the fear I did not earn, This borrowed burden I was never meant to hold. And to the gift of God I gladly turn— His power,love, and mind, a courage bold.

I am not given fear. I am set free. For what flows from the Father's heart to me Is strength to stand,a love that makes me whole, And Christ's own peace restoring my soul.

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The Key Scripture (2 Timothy 1:7)

The entire poem is a reflection on this single, powerful verse:

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." (NKJV)

Other translations use phrases like:

· "power, love, and self-discipline" (NIV)

· "power and love and self-control" (ESV)

The poem weaves together these translations to explore the full, rich gift God gives us in place of fear. It is a declaration that fear is an impostor, and our true inheritance is strength, love, and clarity from God Himself.

This is the day the Lord has make.

Here is a poem built upon that powerful declaration of faith, weaving in the themes of joy, prosperity, and divine purpose.

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This Is The Day

This is the day that You alone have made, A canvas stretched,in dawn's own light displayed. No accident of time,no random chance, But shaped and granted by Your loving glance.

I will rejoice! I will be glad in it! I clothe myself in joy,and choose to stand Not in the shadow of what may befall, But in the warmth of Your upholding hand.

Let "prosperous" be the word that defines this hour, Not just in gold,or in possessions' power, But in the soul that finds its deep content, In every way Your goodness has been sent.

Prosper my peace, that it may flow like a river, Prosper my hope,so no fear can make me shiver. Prosper my love,that I might give it free, Prosper my spirit,growing more like Thee.

For this is the day You saw before time's start, A perfect thread within a perfect art. So I will walk its path with trust and praise, And meet the grace You place along my ways.

Let every moment be a thankful prayer, A recognition that You're always there. This is Your day,and in it, I am blessed, With joyousness,and prosperous rest.

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Key Scriptures Weaved Into the Poem:

· Psalm 118:24 (The Foundation): "This is the day the LORD has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it." This is the core verse that inspires the entire poem. It is a statement of fact and a choice of attitude.

· Jeremiah 29:11 (God's Prosperous Plan): "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." This verse expands the definition of "prosperous" beyond the material to include hope, a future, and well-being.

· 3 John 1:2 (A Prayer for Holistic Prosperity): "Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health, just as your soul prospers." This aligns with the poem's theme that true prosperity encompasses spirit, soul, and body.

· Philippians 4:12 (The Secret of Contentment): The poem's definition of prosperity echoes the Apostle Paul's learning to be "content in any and every situation," which is a form of true, deep prosperity.

Faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains.

Here is a poem exploring that profound truth, weaving in the scripture and its beautiful implications.

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The Seed and The Summit

I stand before the mountain, vast and gray, That blocks the sun and turns my day to night. Its shadow chills the path,confuses way, A monolithic,immovable blight.

My faith feels small—a trembling, tiny thing, A breath of doubt upon a stormy sea. It has no strength to rise on eagle's wing, It has no voice to command,"Move for me."

But then a whisper comes upon the breeze, A truth as ancient as the dust and sod: "If you have faith as small as mustard seeds, You'll say to this mountain, 'Move,' and it will, for God."

Not vast and certain, without any fear, Not perfect knowledge,blindingly bright, But just a seed—a choice to hold You near, And trust Your promise in the darkest night.

So I speak to the mountain of my dread, The one of grief,of failure, or of pain. I speak the words Your own dear Son has said, And watch the solid rock begin to strain.

It is not by my power, small and weak, But by the King in whom that seed is sown. The mountain moves for Him,the One I seek, Who calls the eternal seeds of hope His own.

For what is faith but taking You at word? A tiny pivot on a point of grace. The moving of the mountain,seen and heard, Begins with one small glance upon Your face.

So let my seed of faith, though scarce beheld, Be planted in the soil of Your great might. Until the mighty fortress that was felled Becomes a testament to sacred sight.

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The Scripture at the Heart:

The poem is built upon the words of Jesus in Matthew 17:20:

He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

It also echoes a similar teaching in Luke 17:6:

He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you.”

The paradox is stunning: the smallest of seeds contains the potential to displace the largest of obstacles. The power is not in the size of the faith, but in the object of the faith—the limitless power of God.

Bless us our daily bread.

Here is a poem on asking for and receiving our daily bread, woven with the spirit of the scripture and the many forms this "bread" can take.

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Our Daily Bread

We do not ask for vast and endless store, For barns to overflow,or vaulted door, But for the measure of today's own need, For on this simple gift,our souls you feed.

"Give us this day our daily bread," we pray, In trust we speak,for You know well our way. Not for the morrow,shadowed and unknown, But for this moment,from Your hand alone.

Let it be the crust, the warm and breaking share, The fruit of earth,the product of our care. The strength to labor in the sun's bright gaze, The breath to offer You our thanks and praise.

But let it also be the unseen feast, The inner man,from greatest to the least. For man lives not on bread alone, we know, But on each word from You that makes us grow.

The bread of peace, when worry would take hold, A story of forgiveness,gently told. The bread of hope,a crumb to see us through, The bread of grace,to make our hearts anew.

So bless the hands that till and sow the field, And bless the joy a simple meal can yield. Provide the portion,whether great or small, And let us,satisfied, proclaim to all:

Our Father sees, and He will not forsake, He gives the bread our body and soul take. So let us gather,in His name be fed, And find our fullness in this Daily Bread.

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Key Scriptures Weaved Into the Poem:

· Matthew 6:11 (The Lord's Prayer): "Give us today our daily bread." This is the direct plea and the foundation of the poem.

· Matthew 4:4 (Jesus answering Satan): "Jesus answered, 'It is written: "Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God."'" This expands the meaning of "bread" from mere physical sustenance to spiritual nourishment.

· Proverbs 30:8: "...Give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread." This reflects the poem's theme of contentment and trusting God for what is needed today.

· Philippians 4:19: "And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus." This is the promise behind the prayer, the assurance that God will provide the "bread" we truly need.

Let your will be done on Earth as in Heaven.

Here is a poem that weaves together the themes of surrender, divine will, and the harmony between heaven and earth, accompanied by relevant scripture.

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Thy Will Be Done

Not in the thunder, nor the earthquake's might, Nor in the star that pierces through the night, But in the stillness of a yielded soul, You turn our fractured pieces into whole.

Let it be done on earth, this whispered plea, As in Your heaven,where all is harmony. Where ceaseless worship is the air they breathe, And no shadow of doubt or death can wreathe.

"Your kingdom come," the first and longing cry, Then, "Your will be done," beneath this same sky. On earth as there, a mirror of Your grace, Until we see You, face to glorious face.

Let it be in the kind word, gently spoken, In bonds of bitterness,now healed and broken. In soil that yields its goodness to the seed, In tending to the other's deepest need.

Let it be in the heart that learns to trust, When all it planned is crumbled into dust. To say with Him who prayed in deepest night, "Not my will, Yours," embracing Your greater light.

For You have promised what the eye has not seen, A glory yet to be,where You have been. A coming day when every tear is dried, And we are fully satisfied,unified.

So let Your will be done in me, I pray, A living testament to Your kind sway. A little heaven on this earthly ground, Until in Your eternal peace we're drowned.

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Key Scriptures Referenced:

· Matthew 6:10 (The Lord's Prayer): "Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." This is the central verse that inspires the entire poem.

· Luke 22:42 (Jesus in Gethsemane): "Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done." This is the ultimate model of surrender to God's will, even in suffering.

· 1 Corinthians 2:9: "What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived" — the things God has prepared for those who love him." This speaks to the glorious, unknowable future God has planned, which fuels our trust in His will.

· Revelation 21:4 (The picture of heaven): "He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." This describes the perfect harmony of heaven that we pray would be reflected on earth.

Let your kingdom come.

Here is a poem that intertwines the yearning for God's kingdom with the supporting scripture that fuels that hope.

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Let Your Kingdom Come

This world is beautiful, yet broken, Lord, A whispered promise waiting to be roared. We feel the ache for all that's yet to be, And so we pray,on bended knee: Let Your kingdom come.

"Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." —Matthew 6:10

Let it come not just in some distant age, But turn the sinner's and the saint's page. Let it come in me—my heart,my mind, Where pride and self are left behind. Let Your kingdom come.

"For the kingdom of God is not a matter of talk but of power." —1 Corinthians 4:20

Let it come where darkness hides its face, In desperate streets,a tide of grace. Where hunger stalks and hatred breeds, Let it come in loving deeds. Let Your kingdom come.

"Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me." —Matthew 25:40

Let it come and make the wounded whole, Restore the joy,reclaim the soul. Let rivers run in deserts dry, As every tear is wiped from every eye. Let Your kingdom come.

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." —Revelation 21:4

We pray for the day the trumpet sounds, When all creation,in joy, rebounds. When You return to claim Your own And establish forever Your glorious throne! Let Your kingdom come!

"He will reign forever and ever!" —Revelation 11:15

Until that day, use these hands and this breath, To push back the shadow,to fight against death. May my life be a sign,though humble and small, That You are the King,and the Lord of all. Let Your kingdom come.

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

Lord, You are all I have

Here is a poem that incorporates the sentiment of "You are all I have" with accompanying scriptures that reflect each stanza's theme.

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You Are All I Have

In the quiet of the morning, before the day begins, Before the world's loud chorus,with all its noise and sins, I reach into the silence,a soul both frail and scarred, And find my one sure anchor:You are all I have, Lord.

"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." —Psalm 73:26

When pathways fade to shadow and fear begins to grow, When friends are not beside me and I have nowhere to go, You are the lamp that guides me,a fire in the dark. You are all I have—my compass and my mark.

"Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path." —Psalm 119:105

The treasures of this world, they rust and fade away, The praises of the crowd are fickle for a day. But Your promise is a kingdom that time cannot erode. You are all I have—my greatest treasure owed.

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth... but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven." —Matthew 6:19-20

So let the storms may gather, let every prop give way, This single truth will hold me through night and through the day. My shelter and my fortress,my beginning and my end, You are all I have,my Savior and my Friend.

"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge." —Psalm 18:2

Amen.

Please forgive our debt as we forgive our debtors

Here is a poem to God that reflects on the profound and challenging plea from the Lord's Prayer: "Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors."

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The Measure of Mercy

Our Father, in the heavens’ light, Who sees the hidden,secret night Within our hearts,we come and pray For grace to live another day.

“Forgive us our debts,” we dare to say, The trespasses we’ve done this day. The weight of wrongs,both large and small, Upon Your name,we humbly call. We owe a debt we cannot pay, Beneath its curse,we faint and stray. We beg for mercy,full and free, Washed in the blood that flowed from Thee.

But in the asking, hangs a clause, A solemn,life-altering cause. A mirror held before our soul, To measure out,to make us whole. “As we forgive our debtors,”too, The ones who have incurred a due Of pain and wrong against our name— This is the heart of heaven’s claim.

It is the prayer that judges me, And sets my captive spirit free. For how can I beg grace’s rain While nursing another’s stain? “For if you forgive others their trespasses,” Your heavenly Father will forgive you too.* This is the kingdom’s golden key, That unlocks my humanity.

So search my heart, expose the root Of bitter and unchanging fruit. The grudge I hold,the score I keep That shatters peace and kills my sleep. Replace it with the mind of Christ, Who,for His foes, was sacrificed. “Father, forgive them,”was His cry,** While I,for lesser hurts, deny.

Let my forgiveness be a flood, Washed in the mercy of Your blood. Not seven times,but seventy-seven,* A echo of Your heart in heaven. For only in releasing others, Can I truly be a brother To Christ,who paid my endless debt— A debt I can never forget.

So I forgive, because I’m forgiven. This is the path to holy living. “Forgive us our debts, as we forgive,” This is the prayer by which we live.

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*Scripture References woven into the poem:

· Matthew 6:12: "And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors." (The core verse)

· Matthew 6:14-15: "For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."

· Matthew 18:21-22: Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times."

· Luke 23:34: "Jesus said, 'Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.'"

· Colossians 3:13: "Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you."

Leads us not into temptations.

Here is a poem to God, a meditation on the profound plea from the Lord's Prayer: "Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

Deliver Us

Our Father, in the heavens high, Who hears the smallest,weakest sigh, We pray the prayer Your Son bestowed, To help us bear temptation’s load.

“Lead us not into temptation,” Lord, This fragile,fervent, desperate word. We know You test not with sin’s lure, But prove our faith to make it pure.* Yet in this world,the snare is set, A battle we cannot forget. So guard our steps,direct our way, Through all the perils of the day.

Our spirits willing, strong, and brave, Our flesh so apt to be sin’s slave. The path seems bright,but hides the fall, We need Your voice to sound the call. “Watch and pray,”You told us, meek, “Lest you enter temptation weak.”* We cannot stand on our own might, But only in Your strength and light.

“But deliver us from evil,” free From all the harm that we can’t see. From evil’s hand and its design, And from the evil that is mine. Deliver from the accuser’s power, In our most vulnerable hour. “Resist the devil,”and he will flee;* This is the promise You decree.

So be our shield, our fortress strong, The subject of our triumph song. When evil seems to hold its ground, Let Your deliverance be found. For Yours the kingdom,power, and glory, The ending of this sacred story. You are the one who sees us through— Our hope,our life, our way, our truth.

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*Scripture References woven into the poem:

· "Lead us not into temptation..." - Matthew 6:13 (The Lord's Prayer)

· "Let no one say when he is tempted, 'I am being tempted by God,' for God cannot be tempted with evil, and he himself tempts no one." - James 1:13 (This clarifies that God does not tempt us to sin, but may allow testing for refinement).

· “Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” - Matthew 26:41

· “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” - James 4:7

· “But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one.” - 2 Thessalonians 3:3

Holy Holy God Almighty

Here is a poem of worship and adoration to our Holy, Almighty God, anchored in the scriptures that reveal His nature.

Holy, Holy, Holy God Almighty

Holy, Holy, Holy—the eternal, piercing cry, Echoes from the throne of heaven,between the earth and sky. Seraphim above Him calling, “Holy is the Lord!” The whole earth overflows with glory from His word.(Isaiah 6:3)

The foundations of the threshold shudder at the sound, In the presence of Perfection,where all truth is found. No one is righteous, no, not one, all have fallen short, Until we run to mercy,our only safe resort. (Romans 3:10, 23)

Almighty God, the Alpha, the Omega, the End, The Eternal,Great I AM, on whom we can depend. “I am the Lord, I do not change,” Your promises are sure, In Your unwavering faithfulness,we are secure. (Malachi 3:6)

Who has held the ocean’s fury in the palm of His hand? Or told the vault of heaven where each star should stand? “Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created these?” The Holy One who calls them all by name, without cease.(Isaiah 40:26)

You are a consuming fire, burning dross away, Refining us in holiness to see the perfect Day. “Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken,” Let us worship with awe and praise, by grace we have been taken.(Hebrews 12:28-29)

Yet in Your terrifying splendor, You made a way to come near, You sent Your Son to conquer our deepest,darkest fear. The spotless Lamb, the Holy One, for sinners was betrayed, So by His blood, our debt was paid, and our ransom fully paid.(1 Peter 1:18-19)

So we join the endless chorus, with every voice and breath, To the Victor over death,who has broken the power of death. “Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth,” Wisdom, strength, and honor, glory beyond all stealth!(Revelation 5:12)

Holy, Holy, Holy, God Almighty— All creation sings Your praise! We lift our eyes to Your majesty, And will for all our days.