His Word Is Alive
by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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God's Word is alive and it has power to change lives, encourage the weak, and give us victory over sin. |
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Seeds of Life that germinate
In ready soils of hungered hearts,
Alive and active when sown, pulsate
With the newness of life that it imparts.
Not idle words but Words of Truth,
They cleanse the souls and sanctify.
Eventually they will grow roots
That will encourage and edify.
These Seeds do not return when sown,
Empty and void with sterile worth-
Life-changing power it makes known
It is from God it was sent forth.
In times of battle it is a Sword
Sharper than a double-edged one,
For Evil always flees God's Word
And his works are cut, his deeds undone.
When used in prayer, spoken in Faith,
It moves mountains with the answers,
It soars the heavens and resonates
It is the key that releases God's Power.
"The law of the Lord is perfect,
reviving the soul,
The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
The precepts of the Lord are right,
giving joy to the heart,
The commands of the Lord are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever."
Psalm 19: 7-9
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| Reviewed by James Johnston |
6/21/2011 |
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| I am imminently humbled by your God-given grasp of portraying your feelings in verse and Spirit. This poem mirrors my vision of the way I want to write. May God fulfill this vision as I struggle to portray my inner thoughts and dreams. May His presence be your shadow. Just Jim |
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| Reviewed by John Domino |
9/27/2009 |
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Yes, you have a GIFT from God. A gift to compose great poetic songs!
Blessings,
John Michael Domino |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
4/30/2009 |
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Thank you for sharing not just your faith but your heart in each word you write, Cynthia.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
4/29/2009 |
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Cynthia,
This is both prayer and sermon, sermon as it ought to be without a heavy hand but with inspirational touch and true sense of motivation. I admire and indeed envy how your faith shines through these fine lines.
John |
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| Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle |
4/29/2009 |
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Wow Cynthia, this is so well written and with such faith!Thank you.
With Love,
Cindy |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
4/29/2009 |
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Magnificent poem, Cynthia,and one of the most important psalms!
A pleasure to read!Thanks for sharing!
Love,
ET |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/29/2009 |
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Oh how you leave me speachless, sharing the fruit from whence it comes....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Susan Smith |
4/29/2009 |
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He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
Psalm 126:6 (King James Version)
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
4/29/2009 |
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| Inspirational piece, Cynthia, thanks for sharing. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
4/29/2009 |
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Great write, Cynthia; well penned! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/29/2009 |
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His words will never pass away - they are Truth. Well done, Cynthia.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by kg cummings |
4/29/2009 |
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| Love your rhyme pattern, but the message outshines all else. Your friend, Kathy |
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| Reviewed by 000 000 |
4/29/2009 |
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| AS always...your faith in your written words shines! Giving and allowing each ones mind to think of all the GLORY he deserves and gives to us freely! |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
4/29/2009 |
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| Absolutely excellent Cynthia. God bless. |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
4/29/2009 |
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| WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
4/29/2009 |
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My ears wish to hear the words of the Lord through His earthy shepherds, but I am only hearing a clamor for gold from them.
Georg
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