Cradled slumber in arm chair reclined
Plowing surface tension of semi-conscious chine
You speak to me from TV singing
"Comfort ye...Comfort ye..." As gifted hands divide the mind
To quiet the uncontrolled tremble feared
(I know fear is real...)
Then comfort must be real, too...
I will not leave you comfortless...I will come to you
Walk beside you in your trials
Speak Comfortably to Jerusalem
Warfare is accomplished
Iniquity is Pardoned
Fear not, for I have redeemed you
I have called you by my name
(Thou art mine)
I will be with you in your trials
The waters shall not overflow you
When you pass through fire
You will not be burned
Neither will the flames kindle upon you
Behold! I have engraved ye my people
On the palms of my hand
Your walls are always before me
How can I forget?
Can a woman forget
Her nursing child? Can she fail to have
Compassion
Upon it?
Even if she does... I will not
I cannot...
A child sleeps in peace
Trusting father will know best.
Except you become as a child...
Earl Grey and quilted warmth
for my heart
I never could resist
Someone who says
they love me
I simply believe
Author notes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PH0kCqIkzk
http://www.soundboard.com/sb/Benjamin_Carson_Brain_Sur.aspx
Inspired by the movie "Gifted Hands" The Dr. Benjamin Carson Story. He performed brain surgery with Handel's Messiah playing in the background. Ben was inner city underachiever with violent temper and self esteem issues, bad grades, who overcame prejudice and a slow start, motivated from the belief of his illiterate domestic single mother that he could do anything, that all the world was in his mind if he could find the right way to look at it.
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- The Power of Believing. by j i n.
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Comments
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As I read this I got the sense of a guardian Angel, some-one walking beside you to watch over you and comfort you, I loved how this flowed and such peace was felt throughout this well done, hehehe still awake
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I hear Handel as I read it: the opening solo in Handel's Messiah.
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Sigh.
That last little bit is just beautiful. I confess it brought tears to my eyes.
I have such a hard time believing anything these days.
Human folly? Who knows? But I find I get angry at my higher power, and do not know why. Heroes are another issue altogether, and Im finding it exceedingly difficult to stay enamored with them also.
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Thank you for the comment. I hope that God grades on a curve for the skeptical minds...
Lots I would say. Just remember as you reject Catholicism, not to take Christianity with it. Not the official, tool of the ambitious, the controllers. The remnant who understand that it is not on the mountain, or the temple that God is worshiped. He is worshiped in spirit and truth. The ones who understand that if you can't love your neighbor who you can see, how can you love God, who you cannot see? Do me a favor? Read a book, called "The Shack." I did. My wife did, and loved it. It looks at life in a new way, that rings of truth to me. Wishing I was in a place to help more... -
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It's okay. I'm better now. Things have a way of changing so fast, it's hard to believe that you actually said what you did. I had a good reason, but then I didnt anymore, and what's even better than that, I didnt care anymore. and my higher power didnt have anything to do with it either. I love Morgan Freeman's line in Bruce Almighty, that we're just so busy looking up.
The Shack.
Okay.
I'll try to remember. and I hope it doesnt make me cry too much.
If it does, I'll be really mad at you.
Okay, goodnight.
Love,
jin
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Nice
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I take it you ain't freezed yet...
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