My Tangents"The speaker flew off on a tangent."Though this be a quote, it is quite an accurate portrait of what runs most prominently in my head often; I stumbled on a good rock.
Women's Archetypal RightsWomen often seem to be fighting for a standard they already possess=the being of equal worth before God's sight; often the fight to possess something already given by God happens because of the ignorance women have about the difference between owning dignity before God, and upholding roles that differ before God. One may(/should) not try to tie these and say they're the same; I suspect they do, especially with the portrayal of the sayings now and those in the media. I'd say the feminists (though famous) are the ones who usurp away rights, (and the freedom therein) already possessed from the beginning by females. Thus females now become enslaved to the concept of wanting the rights they never lost, back to themselves, because eyes have been shut that they may not see the archetypal rights possessed. Thus they compare themselves to male to find that right, and what they see in modern males, they fix that into their minds as their new given standard.I would say what the modern female lac
Keep me staggered as I praiseKeep me staggered as I praise:I am but one in the herd,yet within, as all are, I am heard.You erected grace,so that I may run the race,steadily, as I stagger,while all I utterare praises,though this pain pierces.You closed me in,to your bosom tight.So that in within,I may win my fight.This exultation,is an exaltation,unlike another,I walk through danger,through a deep river,facing the conqueror,without fear.It, I praise,as amazing grace,while all obstacles cleared,because I have been heard.Stagger me,chisel me,hammer me,shape me;to your image, conform me,that the new me, I may be.Never a word am I to utter.
Walk With MeWalk with me :Night after night,you walk to my right.Often with your silent whisper,through each action,without a wordI teeter,in awe of your dispositioncontaining the teeming herdof emotions without an err,gladly, to runmy life with me, without a third.I see your beauty,not your face only,but your heart,your disposition,your desires,all makes a beautiful art,that causes all people a stun,every a day in every a year.Silently I changed,for years, though I raged,now, no longer.To you, I want,to draw closer;with you I want to walk,more than ever,so turn,and walk, as you talk,closer to me than ever,while I yearn,more of you,in my years.
A gift from the LordA gift from the Lord :The surge of sorrows and pangs lay bear,as I watch my man tear;many would walk a blissful path,all so much, yet not to suffer。The worldly man to me,may say "Alas, all wasted",yet to me there is but one divine,whispering, calmly he said,"worthy is my man counted,to suffer along with the righteous;"thus the pangs,thus I tear,while I bear, happily,this gift,privileged by God.
Silently down slopes not ownedSilently down slopes not owned:Afar I walked, the path down,for me, yet not of my own.Thinking and feeling a different tone,travelling while knowing‘tis a distinct zone.Those who see things vastly,are the grown.Those who have a different swing,have different air flown.Yet greatly,Copious grace they loan,and profusely, they groan.Silently, they were known.I spectated, and loanedthese of them, thus my tone,is my distinct own,yet not mine alone.
Poem of OneGod gave the Bible, that we could be one with Him through it;God gave life, that we could be one with Him through it;God gave sports, that we could be one with Him through it;God gave women, that we could be one with Him through her;God gave men, that we could be one with Him through him.I date my wife, that I may be one with her through it;I woo my wife, that I may be one with her through it;I play sports with my wife, that I may be one with her through it;I have meals with my wife, that I may be one with her through it;I touch my wife’s hands, that I may be one with her through it.I use my husband’s money, that I may become one with him through it;I ask only for my husband’s touch, that I may become one with him through it;I accept my husband’s touch only, that I may become one with him through it;I listen to my husband, that I may become one with him through it;I take care of our children, that I may become one with my husband through it.I do a
Short writing 1The wise take their counsel, the faithful swims the deepest, darkest, and most violent oceans far, valiantly fearless.