#sy9

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ode to God, psalm 6

Praise my God! He has freed me! I now run without shackles And this road of mine shines with the glory of my Lord the King! My feet are propelled by the Holy Spirit, I long to celebrate in the house of my Lord for all eternity! Until then, I long to steward the path before me, I desire to write of my love for my God, Oh how he adores me! How he wove me to be his child, his poet, his friend, servant, disciple. God, let me follow you! I seek your grace as I breathe, May I find rest in the comfort of your embrace.

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ode to God, psalm 40

Glory to my God, The Healer-King, who has been anointed by His Father to perform miracles and heal the sick! I stand by the Lord, the doctor of my soul, and let me not go a day without the medicine of his effective grace. How I love Jesus the master physician, how I must applaud and worship the God who cares so greatly for His Creation! All we need is to touch the edge of his robe to be on the verge of His Glory that would be revealed to us. May His Name be proclaimed as Great across all generations, may all who are sick and broken come and be made healing. Let all who require mending be healed beyond relief by the work of the Holiest of Kings, our Lord Jesus!

[symonr9]

ode to keys and sounds

The most beautiful musicians are the ones capable of inspiring others to be musicians too

[symonr9]

ode to forget me

I can't.

I simply can't because my memories of you have combined with every single particle of air in my life. I can't, because you are breath.

I can't, because you are the rhythm of my lungs as they inhale and expand.

ta-da-da-da, she is the sweetest of songs and I am the guitar who longs to forever remind the world of your brilliance.

[symonr9]

ode to Mr. Keating

Oh Captain, my Captain! Here I am, pen in hand, inhaling my poetry as if it was the air that I breathe. My soul can smell the exuberant aroma of the human condition, permeating against ink and thought. Robin Williams, will you repeat your lines? Of how poetry, romance, and love... they are the things of we stay alive for? I must be spurred! I must seize the day! and the night! and the light! and the dark! and the peace! and the chaos! and all things in between! thus is the duty of a guardian of the beauty of life.

[symonr9]

ode to God, psalm 14

Though I sail through the darkest of storms, I rejoice in the hope of the glory of the Lord. For I know the storm does not mean that God has left me, but that grace is on the way. Oh, how blessed am I to have my Redeemer! My God shall deliver me from the depths of my darkness! Though chaos dances around me, I am blind to the works of the Devil for I walk by faith, not by sight. My Lord is faithful to me! I shall not lose sight of his goodness! God is good all the time, and all the time, God is good! Praise the everlasting Christ Jesus that He has blessed me with grace on top of grace to keep me warm in the middle of this storm.

[symonr9]

ode to passion

I have fallen in love with writing poetry, I proclaim it to the world. My mind awakens, lights flicker against the scarlet reflections in my veins and in brief spurts of conversation, word and flesh become one.

I do not write poetry simply because it is cute or fun, but because I am a member of the human race and to write poetry, to love and be romantic, to express yourself, are the impalpable honors that cause my heart to beat faster and the sun to set slower.

[symonr9]

ode to loyalty

I shall not faint I shall not muster my obedience shall not lose its luster. I am warrior I am poet my dragons shall not steal my hope, it’s their smoke which shrinks beneath the soles of my feet.