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O God, King of all kings,
King of all things under the sun
Since life begun,
You mould me like clay
Of which I am made,
But what have I done ~
I am but a tool for Your use,
A nail in Your cross,
The wood for Your saw,
And I always fall short.
Perfection is Yours for the taking,
Yours for the making.
I fail to preach what You teach,
Help my soul to reach,
To touch the hem of Your cloak
To provoke Your healing hands.
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©Denise G Allen, 26 November 2014 06:56
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The greatest engineer and architect is He
Who designed and built our world
Within a world, within a world, within a world..,
Concentric circles of never-ending immensity –
And He made me!
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How wonderfully formed are we,
Engineered to the nth degree,
Working to perfection under His protection.
Rejoice, I say, rejoice,
Let our praises ring throughout eternity.
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Let the mountains echo into space
And the vastness of creation
Unite in adoration,
Glorifying You, O God,
Our Father and our Maker.
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©Denise G Allen, 21 November 2014 08:07
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We live in a plastic world
Where discards outweigh utility,
Where garbage pollutes air, land and sea
And everything is temporary;
Nature must take a back seat
‘Cos man has learned to manipulate
Greens and meat and all we eat.
Plastic, cardboard used once
Then tossed away. Society tells us
How to think, act and re-act,
Fit the parameters or be a mis-fit,
Clones of idEAlised/idOlised
Specimens of humanity don’t stir the pot,
Blow the snot where it lands –
Out of sight, out of mind.
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©Denise G Allen, 16 November 2014 07:28
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Lift me up on the crest of the wave,
Let me ride home safe to the shore,
The joy I feel when I am borne,
Weightless on the water,
Will be with me evermore.
The music of the sea does not falter,
The song of the sea does not fade,
As I hold the conch shell to my ear
The echo of the sea remains.
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©Denise G Allen, 08 November 2014 11:44
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The beauty of nature,
its ever-changing colours,
flowers that grow
according to the seasons,
surrounding us with reasons
known only to God.
I find reflections of Him
in everything i see;
i listen while He
speaks to my spirit,
resonates with my soul
‘til i am whole.
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©Denise G Allen, 06 November 2014 10:59
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I have sat for hours,
And could sit for hours more,
Watching the sea;
Marvelling at its many moods
From a calm, gelatinous mass
To a raging, furious, crass
But fascinating, captivating
Eccentricity;
Throwing itself against the rocks
Blocking its way, and the spray
Dispersing, diffusing across my view
Covering you and me
As we watched the sea.
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©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2014 09:30
