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Faith Moves

I was running errands yesterday and saw a homeless man walking with a duffle bag. That’s probably all he owned. It reminded me of when I was homeless and desperate. It was not a good memory. Yet, it got me here.

I had $15 in my wallet. But I was selfish yesterday. I drove right by him. I was the Pharisee that crossed the street and did nothing. Forgive me Lord. I saw my brother in need and I did nothing. Change my selfish heart Lord. Let me see my brother’s and sister’s needs and be the blessing to them instead of hoarding everything for myself. Let me seek justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with my God.

Faith Moves

~Copyright 2015 Diana Rasmussen~

Faith
Gives
Does
Moves
Flows

Currents of possibilities

Flow through invisibility
Surging Energy in between what is and what will be
Bringing the Kingdom from Heaven to Earth
Lighting up the darkness of disbelief
Overflowing provision
Abounding grace
Meeting every need
Overflowing provision
as the Body ACTS
FAITH MOVES
Faith Without Works Is Dead

What does it profit, my brethren, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can faith save him?  If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food,  and one of you says to them, “Depart in peace, be warmed and filled,” but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit?  Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.

But someone will say, “You have faith, and I have works.” Show me your faith without your works, and I will show you my faith by my works. You believe that there is one God. You do well. Even the demons believe—and tremble! But do you want to know, O foolish man, that faith without works is dead? Was not Abraham our father justified by works when he offered Isaac his son on the altar?  Do you see that faith was working together with his works, and by works faith was made perfect? And the Scripture was fulfilled which says, “Abraham believed God, and it was accounted to him for righteousness.” And he was called the friend of God. You see then that a man is justified by works, and not by faith only.

Likewise, was not Rahab the harlot also justified by works when she received the messengers and sent them out another way?

For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also.(James 2:14-26 NKJV)

 

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The Making of a Love Song

 

As many of you know, I am also a musician and many of my poems eventually find their way into a song.  This past few days God has impressed on me to stop writing and singing about all the bad things I went through and start writing and singing about the good things – like love.  I have to laugh. Seriously, I am on marriage #4 and this is it for me.  I have found true love. The kind you read about in fairy tales, and in the Bible.  And truthfully, neither one of us ever want to go through a divorce again – ever. We’ll either work it out or shoot each other, but were going up and down together! Thank God Jesus is in the boat!

I have a lot of bad relationships. Maybe you have too. So.  Write about the good huh? The girl who got dumped, cheated on, lied to, left, abused…writing a love song? God cracks me up sometimes.  Ok, here we go…

 

One of the classes I went to at a Music Workshop taught us about Song Writing.  The Teacher was an actual English Teacher who has a pretty big following in the Singer/Songwriter scene. But I had to review my English class.  She spoke about metaphors. I kind of forgot what that was.  Her simple answer was something that represents something else. For example. You could pick a dress. You could write a happy song about a wedding dress, or a sad song about a black dress, or a tear jerker about finding someone else’s dress, etc.  People will take the object you sing about and transfer their feelings to the object. Then you have a song that appeals to many people at the same time.  For example I have written about Shoelaces, Garbage bags,  Cold Tile Floors, Street signs, etc.

 

Ok, back to the ideas. She said to pick an object. Now write down a bunch of words that describe that object. For me, today I chose the ocean. I also used words like waves – tidal – Etc. And also use expressive adjectives. Then the fun part. Pick something opposite or unrelated. I picked flame, and connect them. I used love.

 

Osmosis was the name of the song my friend wants lyrics too. I had to look that word up again too, lol! Funny how much you forget!

 

OSMOSIS
1.BIOLOGY-CHEMISTRY
a process by which molecules of a solvent tend to pass through a semipermeable membrane from a less concentrated solution into a more concentrated one, thus equalizing the concentrations on each side of the membrane.
Or
2.the process of gradual or unconscious assimilation of ideas, knowledge, etc.

 

Now as far as rhyming schemes and syllable count, that varies depending in who you talk to. I went with a simple A-A-B-A for the verses. The chorus and bridge can be different.  Some people start with lyrics, some with music, some with melody lines. I’m a word girl so I started with lyrics. Actually, I wrote this to go to a friends tune.

 

So, here’s a rough idea of a love song I wrote today. This is just a first cut. I always have to be open to change when I do this. (And no t, I haven’t matched my syllables yet, lol! T is an amazing songwriter too)

 

Picture yourself and your beloved at the ocean. A bit of a change for me – very out of the box. (For you Bob!)

 

Ocean (Photo credit: ouistitis)

Osmosis

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

 

Love in motion
Tidal emotions
Heartbeat pulses
Rythmic oceans

 

Increase the concentration
Excitement can’t contain
Passion permeates
It’s flowing through our veins

 

Come a little closer
We’re going over
Beloved Wave
Osmosis flame

 

RUN!

This is my entry for We Poets Show It Word Cloud Wednesday – be sure to head over and give it a shot!

RUN!

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

a bad chap in trouble
robbed the bank and
had stolen a car

I was there but
it isn’t my fault

I could be wrong
I know this isn’t
the time or place

maybe it’s just me
I swear I don’t even know
he is trying to run
and not tell

Maybe you didn’t
believe me

I could tell that in time
he would swear on
gods breath

He got fifteen years
in the place

Ladies, see the trouble
in the present and RUN!

Hypnotized

Hypnotized

Copyright 2013 Diana Rasmussen
She looked at him
stars in her eyes
She was  mesmerized
and hypnotized
Ignoring the signs
worshiped the ground
that he walked on
*
When they’d  go out
She’d dress up nice
just to keep the peace
Wanted to please
his Royal Highness
he said she’s wrong
and strung her along
*
He criticized
and minimized
He always disproved
Her every move
Just joking around
He justified
Words cutting her down
*
Friends tried to help
Her escape hell
Open her eyes to
abusive rule
He hit her again
Police came then
truth she can now see
*
Insanity
Depravity
The end of abuse
Now she can choose
Her future looks bright
Without his fright
There is peace at last