Every woman is,
A temple of God's love,
However,
When with a child, she becomes,
The holiest of the temples
For
The divine Will of our Lord does
Incarnate,
Thus
An imperative is for us, her
To venerate!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 October 2022
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* Dedicated to all women!
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Father your Son led
the holiest life ever lived by anyone;
did he deserve to die
in that atrocious way:
being scourged and whipped
spit on, and ridiculed?
Nobody wanted to carry
His cross but one!
Did He believe Satan's lie
that all the kingdoms
would have been His?
Father, your son had
compassion for sinners
and his forgiveness
taught us human kindness;
Christ was both human and divine,
He reopened the gate to Heaven
that whoever followed him would
have been saved and He rewarded
that believer with eternal life.
Father, don't look upon the inequity
of my sinful days, I was a snow flower
never feeling the warmth of the distant sun,
seeking pleasure in lust and greedy deeds;
I have finally awakened and realized my foolishness:
is my repentance enough to get atoned for my sins?
Christ said to his followers gathered around
him," Follow me through my journey,
I can't promise peace but salvation;
the betrayer has already kissed me,
and I am ready to shed my blood
for your sins and give you back Heaven.'
If even an unbeliever instantly renounces
his faith and embraces Christianity,
and he sincerely believes in Jesus
willing to walk with him the rusty roads
and climb steep hills to convert others
who derided him spitting in His face shamelessly:
hasn't he found the true refuge and his mighty throne?
Can anybody break into his home built out of stone?
Christ was the holiest and humblest man,
despite Satan's rage to make him sin;
he surely prevailed sending him back to Hell,
be on the Savior's side and live well.
Edifice,
ones temple for his breath;
Pervasive force to guide until death!
Threadbare be thy mind;
Inclement in bind.
O so such-subjugation on one’s flesh,
Is like being cut up with still mesh.
By Desi E. Sherman
A star did shine
on the holiest of nights.
Down on shepherds
came the bright light.
Above a lowly manger
into a world full of danger.
Came the light unto all men,
the keeper of peace within.
The babe born and wrapped
in poor swaddling cloths.
Cherubim and seraphim
thronged the cold air;
announcing their glories,
and gift sent by
heaven above.
Wise men still wandering
on the endless journey.
Guided by the bright shinning
Star in the East.
Heaven declared him the one
called Wonderful.
Born in Bethlehem
this night.
Behold the beasts of the
manger bowed their knees
To worship at the foot of
The lowly manger of
the Christ Child.
Isaiah
9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon
his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The
everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
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