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Prize. | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/06/10/prize
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. June 10, 2015. The Prize of Heaven prized us… Prizes us. There is so much power in this for me as I do not see myself as a person worth being prized like that. There is so much room to rejoice in this. No wonder Paul could write that he had learned to be content, no wonder he would tell this church not to be anxious, but to seek their God for peace in His Son. I find Jesus in the Kitchen. Another one of them poems.
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Zephaniah | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/02/20/zephaniah
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. February 20, 2015. You’ve put on the clothes of two kingdoms. You put on My garment. To say you’ve adorned yourself in peace. But you layer on the garb of your oppressors. To keep you warm at night. You stand on the threshold of Dagon and Zion. You serve gods I’ve already put to shame. Holding loosely to me like a talisman. A lover on a string. Calling me the likeness of a wooden pole. But haven’t I shown you?
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Torture | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/torture
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. April 14, 2015. Another one of them poems. Midnight Blue Prom Dress. Judge Judy is on in the other room. I may begin to break out into a cold sweat. 2 days ago. At the library coming to terms with my mortality because I'd never be able to read all these books. #ExistentialQuandary. To me, the most terrifying part of adulthood is job hunting. 2 weeks ago. Henderson is good at skies. 1 month ago. RT @ ellis osburn.
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To know and be known. | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/03/05/to-know-and-be-known
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. To know and be known. March 5, 2015. One time when I was a child,. I met a man named Broken. He showed me scars, scabs, and holes. He introduced me to scratches and stings. I’d not known these before. They came from far away. A country my mother would have called Foreign. I’d known bunnies, cats, and teddies. Carrots, bread, and chocolate. Pennywhistles, autoharps, and guitars. But Broken told me his name was mine.
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koatmeal | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/author/koatmeal
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. I can’t believe it’s already been a whole year since we got married. I still feel giddy when I roll over in the middle of the night and realize you are sleeping beside me, or when I realize that I could have married anyone, but somehow, I was lucky enough to end up with you. I’m so glad you’re my husband. You rock, Homie. You make my nose crinkle. Words, words, words. The One who created them. To my friend (on he...
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Malachi | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/malachi
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. April 13, 2015. I’ve loved you. I chose you for my own. I rebuilt your torn down city. But you chose for me. Your priests built for me. Temples made of useless wealth. Made of violated wisdom. I’ve become your burden. I’ve taken the place of oppression. Tied tightly to your backs. You sniff at me like dogs. But even dogs bring their masters gifts. Shut my doors so I won’t smell your lies. You come to appease me.
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Engaged. | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/05/06/engaged
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. May 6, 2015. 8220;Let’s take a day,” He said. 8220;Yesterday was rough. Let’s get lost in the woods.”. 8220;Where are we going? 8221; I asked. 8220;Places,” He told me. And places we went. Led by orange dots in the forest. To the wrong end of trails. Wrapped in green, plaid, and flower crowns. Each beside our closest friend. Practicing redemption as we walked. 8220;Where are we going? 8221; I asked. 8221; I asked.
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Worship | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/04/24/worship
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. April 24, 2015. With every reluctant step. Your resurrection brings Your song to my lips. Your name is the quenching cure. For my desert tongue. Lead me to worship: my home with You. But mind my faltering human steps. Take me by the hand. Let me delight in your Glory. Lead me to praise. To dance in Your beauty. To find healing on the battlefield. Bring me to the wilderness. And though I wander in search of You.
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Autoharpist. | Oatkake
https://koatmeal.wordpress.com/2015/02/11/autoharpist
8220;What kind of man are you anyways? I simply adore the taste of fresh ideas and pretzels. February 11, 2015. The melodies fly free from your strings. And the metal on your finger tips. The harmonies swell in your throat. Deep and pure: the bottom line. You wrap yourself in music. You wrap your arms around me. Now I can feel the music in me. And I’m proud to carry it. Dear Star Gazer,. Your questions baffle me. Your very soul thirsts for your Father. Hungers to pursue the likeness of a carpenter. At th...
