tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35583704372374177542024-03-13T15:51:10.361-07:00HERON'SHeron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-57467298742295892522024-03-13T15:50:00.000-07:002024-03-13T15:50:38.150-07:00ELE NÃO ESTÁ MAIS AQUI<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK0Wjo__6Ct-xj39OQ-RqtkCmera-ymDxl5bxfwIwC6Igl8K5ZDiykkmoGSk2TGO32_UplrKfECs3MLpMiscSc4vF1XdKtYvcRe-WFFm4g62TbVWc0_Q7dYxrM0eVrxV7eBPgtDYnWE3NTI5ov8FE-iSZRChAAWoMmPKDY2UumWmGF8CkQupnAys693EQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="626" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK0Wjo__6Ct-xj39OQ-RqtkCmera-ymDxl5bxfwIwC6Igl8K5ZDiykkmoGSk2TGO32_UplrKfECs3MLpMiscSc4vF1XdKtYvcRe-WFFm4g62TbVWc0_Q7dYxrM0eVrxV7eBPgtDYnWE3NTI5ov8FE-iSZRChAAWoMmPKDY2UumWmGF8CkQupnAys693EQ=w311-h311" width="311" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ele não está mais aqui,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ressuscitou</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Maria Madalena, Joana e Maria</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Foram ao túmulo no domingo,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sim, domingo pela manhã</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fazia três dias que Jesus</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">havia morrido.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Seu corpo fora colocado </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">no sepulcro, Ele estava morto.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">O Mestre havia partido, que tristeza.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">As esperanças de libertação de Israel,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Nossa libertação, parece que findou ali.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sim, na Cruz! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">As Escrituras dizem: "Maldito o que for</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cravado no madeiro". (Deuteronômio 21:23b)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Elas encontraram o túmulo aberto e vazio,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Perplexas queriam saber, "onde está o corpo do Senhor?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quando dois anjos lhes aparecem e dizem:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Porque o buscais entre os mortos? Não está aqui, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">mas ressuscitou." (Lucas 24:5,6)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ele não está mais aqui,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ressuscitou!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">JESUS RESSUSCITOU!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Cristo nos resgatou da maldição da lei, fazendo-se maldição por nós; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">porque está escrito: Maldito todo aquele que for pendurado no madeiro." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Gálatas 3:13</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Jesus foi entregue para morrer por causa dos nossos pecados e foi </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">ressuscitado a fim de que nós fôssemos aceitos por Deus."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Romanos 4:25 NTLH</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-18998572293648340102024-01-29T05:03:00.000-08:002024-01-29T05:03:37.677-08:00SONHEI COM VOCÊ<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89JTcEgw-H3MyrdKvh_C2q_df8nz4txpYaVdQHfaVi1b1iOetUu53D35833u-vFBbRkrQfqwe2rpHxT7_ZD3IaiLM_xv0gN8HJFN9E2cTRugwxgdRxskt0YEl_cx2mBTYdXqJIkSMuTPmnJVIxGMQjrz8p0zXwlKIDMknmR66D0Nse4gCB7tIMtCQhwE/s1296/WhatsApp%20Image%202024-01-29%20at%2010.00.24.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89JTcEgw-H3MyrdKvh_C2q_df8nz4txpYaVdQHfaVi1b1iOetUu53D35833u-vFBbRkrQfqwe2rpHxT7_ZD3IaiLM_xv0gN8HJFN9E2cTRugwxgdRxskt0YEl_cx2mBTYdXqJIkSMuTPmnJVIxGMQjrz8p0zXwlKIDMknmR66D0Nse4gCB7tIMtCQhwE/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202024-01-29%20at%2010.00.24.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Sonhei com você</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Estava em seu natural, toda bela.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Elegante como sempre, desfilava exuberante como se na passarela.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Sim, na passarela do meu ser, do meu coração.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Como disse, exuberante, foi assim, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Por um instante.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Sorridente me atraía, me atraiu... Acordei.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Faz uns dias, desde então, sua silhueta não me sai dos pensamentos.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Sonhei com você!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Foto meramente ilustrativa.</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-41958721726103304622023-10-03T15:09:00.004-07:002023-10-03T15:09:54.363-07:00SORRISO NO ROSTO<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6_2JK4rlu0UAMhwz2_2PNeeQDzg9tELKHJZ999JSpZEJebu3c95A-DhOGw3Gb6PBD1V4ToSLGp8slzMNmYF5SGSCH_3EhcnyTNdb0sH48k5v1wS_SqaQ8rhQ8hyphenhyphenfMakL-6ZcdT_xSSWUXWdK2F0-LNi1z6jPQBrnA1OPDFa3giHauiOHY_NH1qMqJso/s1124/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-10-03%20at%2018.57.39.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6_2JK4rlu0UAMhwz2_2PNeeQDzg9tELKHJZ999JSpZEJebu3c95A-DhOGw3Gb6PBD1V4ToSLGp8slzMNmYF5SGSCH_3EhcnyTNdb0sH48k5v1wS_SqaQ8rhQ8hyphenhyphenfMakL-6ZcdT_xSSWUXWdK2F0-LNi1z6jPQBrnA1OPDFa3giHauiOHY_NH1qMqJso/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-10-03%20at%2018.57.39.jpeg" width="207" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> Sorriso no rosto,</span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Céu azul </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">E um dilema.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Qual?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Ela não está aqui</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Sorriso no rosto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Céu azul</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">E uma certeza.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Qual Heron?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Jesus está comigo. Sempre!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Sorriso no rosto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Céu azul</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">E uma convicção.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Qual?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">As coisas acontecem no momento de Deus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Sorriso no rosto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Céu azul</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">E uma esperança.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Qual?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Um dia ela chega.</span></div>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-36832278750531106212023-10-02T16:14:00.000-07:002023-10-02T16:14:01.858-07:00CADÊ VOCÊ?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNhIBF_j9oxhpKguVUMpEoVRKMJmb8xodBWuRdgWdM9-Rs1tayqvi1ebRdGHeUg0untsl4NHzfYqQaOfddk9rUZgnwUgw6X1jRHwazh4t_zzMl2kDig2CNf8mWwPLvi7iz6XxJp72NhgYKBq1w4BvbJsAvQ7-RyqhXhE5_LohVPMfuXyYL41QSrPgK_E/s1280/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-10-02%20at%2020.07.37.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1061" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNhIBF_j9oxhpKguVUMpEoVRKMJmb8xodBWuRdgWdM9-Rs1tayqvi1ebRdGHeUg0untsl4NHzfYqQaOfddk9rUZgnwUgw6X1jRHwazh4t_zzMl2kDig2CNf8mWwPLvi7iz6XxJp72NhgYKBq1w4BvbJsAvQ7-RyqhXhE5_LohVPMfuXyYL41QSrPgK_E/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-10-02%20at%2020.07.37.jpeg" width="265" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Parece que não te vejo há séculos, pois de fato não te encontro há muito tempo. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">É estranho, existe um laço forte que me liga a ti. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Passam os tempos, as estações, mas existe um sentimento dentro de mim, que, ao te ver, é como um vulcão, entra em erupção. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Cadê você?</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-2187439396907054092023-09-26T15:42:00.000-07:002023-09-26T15:42:02.499-07:00QUERO VER-TE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoLWTJT0jNcYMxFhUfQNhVvff26aQkkWqHPaXpC4MQh1WLHRkeTuAWVkfyfc-2Im5xb_HEj0kMMwD8WgCecBu1_m2HtBjDOC2FnKKCppRWlogzAzLovKB4bS_w660YVm8d8_Po717Z3ohHI7QhLZ5wync9HTsfqV-mfm9tQdWs_cdeH6cL11do6ELnOs/s531/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-09-26%20at%2019.38.20.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="531" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoLWTJT0jNcYMxFhUfQNhVvff26aQkkWqHPaXpC4MQh1WLHRkeTuAWVkfyfc-2Im5xb_HEj0kMMwD8WgCecBu1_m2HtBjDOC2FnKKCppRWlogzAzLovKB4bS_w660YVm8d8_Po717Z3ohHI7QhLZ5wync9HTsfqV-mfm9tQdWs_cdeH6cL11do6ELnOs/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-09-26%20at%2019.38.20.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: rgb(var(--ig-primary-text)); font-weight: var(--font-weight-system-regular);"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Verde que te quero verde.</span></span><p></p><div class="_a9zs" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; display: inline; transition-property: none !important;"><h1 class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade" dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; color: rgb(var(--ig-primary-text)); display: inline !important; font-weight: var(--font-weight-system-regular); line-height: var(--system-14-line-height); margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px; transition-property: none !important;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Melhor,<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Ver-te, quero ver-te<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Sai na janela moça<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Que eu quero ver-te.<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Posso subir a escada?<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Sim, a escada que nos separa<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Os degraus são muitos,<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Não tem elevador<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Mas vale cada degrau<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Pra poder chegar até você.<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Ver-te, quero ver-te!<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Moça, me diz: Posso subir?<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Me deixa entrar em seu coração<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Prometo nunca mais sair.<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Nele vou ficar confortável, protegido.<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Ver-te, quero ver-te!<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Estou subindo...<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Você me faz flutuar!!<br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" /><br style="animation-name: none !important; transition-property: none !important;" />Obs.: Antes que alguém diga que estou apaixonado, poeta é assim, apaixona mesmo. <span>SQN</span></span></h1></div>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-44024314552260611072023-08-05T11:21:00.001-07:002023-08-05T11:25:16.425-07:00VOCÊ SE FOI<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3mrwHJuo2JXrlRRnvpF_l6ZfEpBMXDbQITyqAmZx8xhVSK2R4OV0IibcaPxNYaDVlaS24Xqn8NgBHmAr-rhU9m8XDFntN8ial6MMrndwN8TPgWOnLqCFpmde7Uxk3h9_9PtSb6D07RN1yNrbL5Iq7z02WJCNmxFy6M2MgLJNMGEwXMfXNLka7VzS5Ws/s2560/20210419_062936.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="2560" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3mrwHJuo2JXrlRRnvpF_l6ZfEpBMXDbQITyqAmZx8xhVSK2R4OV0IibcaPxNYaDVlaS24Xqn8NgBHmAr-rhU9m8XDFntN8ial6MMrndwN8TPgWOnLqCFpmde7Uxk3h9_9PtSb6D07RN1yNrbL5Iq7z02WJCNmxFy6M2MgLJNMGEwXMfXNLka7VzS5Ws/s320/20210419_062936.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br />Como você pôde partir assim </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Eu nem te disse tudo que sentia, tudo que você merece, merecia ouvir</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Você não podia ter partido assim</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Entrou em minha vida</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Fez uma grande mexida </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Bagunçou tudo por aqui</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Me apeguei, me apaixonei...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Você não podia ter partido assim</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Agora o que fazer, que remédio tomar pra curar meu coração?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Você não podia ter partido assim</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mas você se foi...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-59739012596617339512023-07-25T05:26:00.006-07:002023-07-25T05:26:56.044-07:00CIDADE DE GOIÁS, TERRA DE AMOR E PAZ<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKErm4C6IkTZd8f5BZY0MO58XomBJNn5p7uCNgpLopqOuPJ4xQJTACsGO--UwUhKOh6Aw14-wQPlhy06BysFz-TCV3Ze1oTdOmD9fQU52ZN3HaOPRsFUmY2tpvHHV5uShz5mgGTgjUz722V_iFJefsqFNdagxe-XOz_dmFuqjL_AiZgu8X6FCQ-5dalEs/s610/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-07-25%20at%2009.10.34.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="492" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKErm4C6IkTZd8f5BZY0MO58XomBJNn5p7uCNgpLopqOuPJ4xQJTACsGO--UwUhKOh6Aw14-wQPlhy06BysFz-TCV3Ze1oTdOmD9fQU52ZN3HaOPRsFUmY2tpvHHV5uShz5mgGTgjUz722V_iFJefsqFNdagxe-XOz_dmFuqjL_AiZgu8X6FCQ-5dalEs/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-07-25%20at%2009.10.34.jpeg" width="258" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Cidade de Goiás de ruas e ruelas, Igrejas e Capelas, Centro histórico e João Francisco, </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Goiás 2, Rio Vermelho, Tempo Novo e Papirus, Vila Lyons, Santa Bárbara, Saída pra Jussara e Aeroporto, Bacalhau, Sota, Cachoeira das Andorinhas. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Goiás Velho de tantas ruas e monumentos, no seu dia, de parabéns estão as pessoas, seus moradores, vilaboenses ou não, que fazem toda essa paisagem ter sentido, ter valor.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Cidade de Goiás, terra de amor e paz!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-46468607826506477192023-07-24T15:27:00.000-07:002023-07-24T15:27:01.722-07:00 A TUA FÉ TE CUROU (A MULHER E O FLUXO DE SANGUE)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaaoJ-gBNM5JRQjphls_L3qTLa5u1UP5s8A0wmnZPTHRwcw3LtDf7ESW0_rgbD8BWcJFy0QUGymB7QVGsazcA9NtbmB4spwRTlABtpOcqE5l_a-zg4grT_Yd64lf-_5FbV-FBAsUuf1ZinJZGhqCKX_bgVSWYBsxSdRDqarLWWYesc_AivE41VAAkCLQ/s280/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-07-24%20at%2019.19.59.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaaoJ-gBNM5JRQjphls_L3qTLa5u1UP5s8A0wmnZPTHRwcw3LtDf7ESW0_rgbD8BWcJFy0QUGymB7QVGsazcA9NtbmB4spwRTlABtpOcqE5l_a-zg4grT_Yd64lf-_5FbV-FBAsUuf1ZinJZGhqCKX_bgVSWYBsxSdRDqarLWWYesc_AivE41VAAkCLQ/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-07-24%20at%2019.19.59.jpeg" width="280" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">E estava ali certa mulher que havia doze anos vinha sofrendo de uma hemorragia e gastara tudo o que tinha com os médicos; mas ninguém pudera curá-la.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Ela chegou por trás dele, tocou na borda de seu manto, e imediatamente cessou sua hemorragia.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">"Quem tocou em mim"? perguntou Jesus. Como todos negassem, Pedro disse: "Mestre, a multidão se aglomera e te comprime".</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mas Jesus disse: "Alguém tocou em mim; eu sei que de mim saiu poder".</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Então a mulher, vendo que não conseguiria passar despercebida, veio tremendo e prostrou-se aos seus pés. Na presença de todo o povo contou por que tinha tocado nele e como fora instantaneamente </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">curada.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Então ele lhe disse: "Filha, a sua fé a curou! Vá em paz".</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Lucas 8:43 a 48</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">- menstruação crônica (12 anos) Levítico 15:19 - 29</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* Aquela mulher era considerada impura pela lei. Cerimonialmente impura.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* quem a tocasse ficava igualmente impuro,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* ela não podia participar dos rituais da religião nem adorar a Deus. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* imagine essa situação durante doze anos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* possivelmente não tivesse filhos (visto estar menstruada a tantos anos) (uma mulher sem filhos naquela época e naquela cultura não era considerada pela sociedade, família e desprezada pelo marido muitas vezes).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* seu marido pode tê-la deixado para poder ficar limpo e em condições de participar dos ritos da religião judaica.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* como qualquer um que, pela lei, a tocasse, ou em sua cama ou objetos pessoais ficava impuro, podemos imaginar que ela estava só, abandonada, a margem da sociedade. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* imagine, além do desprezo da família, amigos, tinha ainda o desconforto da menstruação crônica.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* o texto bíblico diz que ela havia gastado todas as suas posses com médicos, sem obter sucesso. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* devia estar morando na rua.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* sua última esperança era Jesus, Mateus 9:21 diz: "Se eu apenas tocar sua vestes serei curada."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* ela é a única mulher na bíblia a ser chamada de filha por Jesus, verso 48.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* Jesus torna a cura pública para que ela pudesse retomar sua vida social, o convívio normal com a sociedade, verso 45.</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-29543402861835920002023-03-15T07:44:00.009-07:002023-03-15T07:44:57.516-07:00LÁ VAI ELA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOte2Ws4Tzz3VeZ6d8lP8qB7fLFaFCf46wWkK7MXKlOuCZNg7sBj6uXqOc03teaajEnl2scO6hJoo0XSgRD9qTAA_U_27rq_brLwuaBILHOmv00D634pW7fLAFiQ-il1mJLSi_FcDZ1p3-3OMCCoGlOVaLhqA4gkkQo2PwqnZyhzUhMq70EKm04It/s720/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-03-15%20at%2011.34.08.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOte2Ws4Tzz3VeZ6d8lP8qB7fLFaFCf46wWkK7MXKlOuCZNg7sBj6uXqOc03teaajEnl2scO6hJoo0XSgRD9qTAA_U_27rq_brLwuaBILHOmv00D634pW7fLAFiQ-il1mJLSi_FcDZ1p3-3OMCCoGlOVaLhqA4gkkQo2PwqnZyhzUhMq70EKm04It/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-03-15%20at%2011.34.08.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lá vai ela, toda bela</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cabelos ao vento, sorridente, </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Em sua bicicleta,</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pedalando sob o céu azul, </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cercada de uma graça única, </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Olhos que brilham e emanam paz</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lá vai ela cheia de unção, </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sua beleza emana de Deus </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Quando ela fala, meu coração se cala e se rende aos seus encantos.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lá vai ela, toda bela...!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>04/03/2023. - Próximo do meio-dia.</b></span></div></div><p><br /></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-81699632656913676982023-03-03T14:46:00.004-08:002023-03-03T14:46:24.622-08:00NEM TUDO É COMO QUEREMOS<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIA48K6mXmWlcFJC4QdgU4E4a98z06_aFSKnR2MtROq9UWVx6rCp51CxmkneUFZ6LCAGb7APmKTt2AQ0uV2BDJvbwaIGAuT5PEH1Q9cWk7v1lCZ6Io0GMbM0SI1JNN2ELZJUznFKIjg_O4tcFN-FX2F-fmqzw-c6A8YMCthtrqL45dkVjdzpqmrnMH/s900/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-03-03%20at%2019.40.31.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIA48K6mXmWlcFJC4QdgU4E4a98z06_aFSKnR2MtROq9UWVx6rCp51CxmkneUFZ6LCAGb7APmKTt2AQ0uV2BDJvbwaIGAuT5PEH1Q9cWk7v1lCZ6Io0GMbM0SI1JNN2ELZJUznFKIjg_O4tcFN-FX2F-fmqzw-c6A8YMCthtrqL45dkVjdzpqmrnMH/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-03-03%20at%2019.40.31.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> Já percebeu que nem tudo na vida é como queremos?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Nem sempre nossos sentimentos são correspondidos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Nem tudo que pensamos ser bom, de fato será</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Muitas vezes insistimos com algo, queremos, tentamos, teimamos, até entendermos que não é ou não foi a melhor escolha, o melhor caminho...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Na verdade esse pode nem ser o caminho a se seguir, o rumo a se tomar, cai na real.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Nem tudo que nos parece bom o é de fato.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Entenda, não adianta insistir quando Deus já colocou um ponto final.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">* foto meramente ilustrativa. Eu nem uso chapéu. 🤣</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Goiás/Go:03/03/2023 - 11:44h</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-36675357323211010362023-03-02T06:17:00.002-08:002023-03-02T06:17:16.043-08:00EU JÁ TE QUIS DEMAIS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-KM3bkhFHKfBwocWey8phnOJdvuMUGzjvByi3oTEc3ooaIRaGGxYOIOhFSpBVRz0K6cx51BepOz4ioWBmNAa9pQGtQfMtaaHeMrhiqeyxSMcfbZJQkO5HQIDj4Mj42nNWBueguCwxs59YucVc0-Y3oid-2YMAc4TAOMcd-nqmj5Qe307fM21nGEP/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-03-02%20at%2011.05.13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1031" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-KM3bkhFHKfBwocWey8phnOJdvuMUGzjvByi3oTEc3ooaIRaGGxYOIOhFSpBVRz0K6cx51BepOz4ioWBmNAa9pQGtQfMtaaHeMrhiqeyxSMcfbZJQkO5HQIDj4Mj42nNWBueguCwxs59YucVc0-Y3oid-2YMAc4TAOMcd-nqmj5Qe307fM21nGEP/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-03-02%20at%2011.05.13.jpeg" width="206" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Eu já te quis demais</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Confiei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Esperei </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Acreditei </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Me dediquei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Mas bem (você) não me fez</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Confiei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Esperei </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Acreditei </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Me dediquei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Chorei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Agora você vem outra vez enganar meu coração?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Confiei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Esperei </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Acreditei </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Me dediquei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Chega de ilusão!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Eu já te quis demais.</span></p><div><br /></div>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-78889421926239233642023-02-22T14:35:00.004-08:002023-02-22T14:35:37.268-08:00LÁ ESTÁ ELE<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZJfCJM4mpNbjpRSfJ_Ycmi1SlGf5ggUoiZPooG-bYDKcd_86EIZ5WIAZzJvHMJmXUYWzbV94Wp-KXowJ20TYocw0RXu8lUtHID_2oUT2c7zCky9c3GmJUfMdmxpzV-flLhbmCOJ8WtxH64qqUdLa__plOUxE9YLN3cjIGLe5SuLYiaeLl56DbWmx/s720/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-02-22%20at%2019.24.50.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZJfCJM4mpNbjpRSfJ_Ycmi1SlGf5ggUoiZPooG-bYDKcd_86EIZ5WIAZzJvHMJmXUYWzbV94Wp-KXowJ20TYocw0RXu8lUtHID_2oUT2c7zCky9c3GmJUfMdmxpzV-flLhbmCOJ8WtxH64qqUdLa__plOUxE9YLN3cjIGLe5SuLYiaeLl56DbWmx/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-02-22%20at%2019.24.50.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> <b>Lá está ele,</b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>atrás do emaranhado de cabos e fios</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Meio ofuscado pelas nuvens</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>O arco-íris, </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Arco da aliança de Deus conosco</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Nos lembrando que o Criador, nosso Senhor</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Está presente, </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>atento a cada ação de cada ser.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Louvado seja Deus e o seu filho Jesus.</b></span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-47939132206272049502023-02-10T14:44:00.001-08:002023-02-10T14:45:05.449-08:00OLHE O CÉU... VEJO VOCÊ<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZTpoh36XJssUKd5Pv_p5pNMXzHywcw1PM-lqCYGgkqtBb06TsFi-ERkPoGcdIaE7PeqaurfUf0ZlXX2FZ96Lph7DqWd83MUWlWFfsQRudOEqvAMTGaIyxLu8Y0F7sts-Vu6ubM8w6615p40B1y6jks22DpY7wewtIWJLFmFwf26eFb8RGJfvIPZh/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-02-10%20at%2019.36.49.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZTpoh36XJssUKd5Pv_p5pNMXzHywcw1PM-lqCYGgkqtBb06TsFi-ERkPoGcdIaE7PeqaurfUf0ZlXX2FZ96Lph7DqWd83MUWlWFfsQRudOEqvAMTGaIyxLu8Y0F7sts-Vu6ubM8w6615p40B1y6jks22DpY7wewtIWJLFmFwf26eFb8RGJfvIPZh/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-02-10%20at%2019.36.49.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Olhe o céu </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Carregado de nuvens </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Posso ver muitas coisas nelas</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Depende da imaginação </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Flores, aves, aviões </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Mas eu vejo você </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Toda linda e sorridente</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Verdade é que te vejo sempre</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Em todo lugar</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Olhos abertos ou fechados</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Acordado ou dormindo, vejo você </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>Olhe o céu...vejo você!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">#céu #nuvens #você #dormindo #linda #sorridente #flores</div></div><p><br /> </p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-81949763114800827542023-02-09T14:57:00.003-08:002023-02-09T14:58:22.703-08:00NÃO DESISTA, SIGA EM FRENTE<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fsW8TbNhU6Sw_uK8YvdxWCsQNlszn_Nm8SCvouW7EhtYXlIfGGLPpiXR7htcKs7vJorqi5n86Gq5f1CHGiPiIxeXt0S5Eeyw15UWCCCuQHr0plIjuwUkmLaAjyTITvxbJmyLN5WrqhZxcimY8TvfzVNiGIM74yRk29hOTUEf_EUW37qgvM9RhWOE/s620/WhatsApp_Image_2023-02-08_at_08.01.12-removebg-preview.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="403" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fsW8TbNhU6Sw_uK8YvdxWCsQNlszn_Nm8SCvouW7EhtYXlIfGGLPpiXR7htcKs7vJorqi5n86Gq5f1CHGiPiIxeXt0S5Eeyw15UWCCCuQHr0plIjuwUkmLaAjyTITvxbJmyLN5WrqhZxcimY8TvfzVNiGIM74yRk29hOTUEf_EUW37qgvM9RhWOE/s320/WhatsApp_Image_2023-02-08_at_08.01.12-removebg-preview.png" width="208" /></a></div> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sonhos se realizam</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Tenha certeza disso</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Alguns com certa rapidez,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Outros demoram</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Não desista, sonhe</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Siga em frente</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Não olhe para trás </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Pedras surgirão no caminho</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Obstáculos no percurso</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Desvie-se deles, siga.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Uma coisa é certa, em alguns momentos, podemos até não perceber,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Mas Jesus está nos conduzindo, carregando</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>se preciso.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Sonhos se realizam...em Deus.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Segure na mão certa e siga!</b></span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-84937368083167219312022-11-22T14:57:00.006-08:002022-11-22T14:57:57.637-08:00NEM SEMPRE A VIDA É UM OÁSIS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsFJHqfUnEr5LLIhOF1xic6epmrSi-VJ6EjfW5qp1lzwdX2pwm9XDgrrOBG7Zwsj0yypUIpbUusdDTe3ZemaPQcJJo-4gKFeGPaKk05em6Ws_xQUiDyEsQjCDyfG7IV-pQf8et_9maRz9v63oebDmL7Q1GU7tm25YPZShUNATdqk2qTFt1P3RaeFU8" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="720" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsFJHqfUnEr5LLIhOF1xic6epmrSi-VJ6EjfW5qp1lzwdX2pwm9XDgrrOBG7Zwsj0yypUIpbUusdDTe3ZemaPQcJJo-4gKFeGPaKk05em6Ws_xQUiDyEsQjCDyfG7IV-pQf8et_9maRz9v63oebDmL7Q1GU7tm25YPZShUNATdqk2qTFt1P3RaeFU8=w246-h437" width="246" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nem sempre a vida é um oásis, o caminho por vezes pode ser árido.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">O sorriso no rosto nem sempre significa que estamos cem por cento bem.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Algumas vezes a noite pode ser longa, a tempestade também. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Turbulências acontecem ao longo da jornada.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">O certo mesmo é que em qualquer circunstância Jesus está do nosso lado.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Olhar pra dentro do barco e perceber Jesus ali, dormindo, meu Deus, que alívio e que segurança. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p>#jesussempre</p><p>#popa</p><p>#barco</p><p></p><p>#tempestade #sorriso #alivio</p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-57477265725764669402022-10-13T07:22:00.001-07:002022-10-13T07:22:09.394-07:00Será? (Meninice)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjviVpzZp43HVkO0w0dLWqG73-wP9i6eqPqQwJst6Uq34qC435VqLHK5QUgcFt9QKHY7zlGdnxWssswkDlar7NYiMEQ69SFbK4TqZuToKPspKmA-A2J2VpQXZupGV-zXhKqgz18CRk6mK2ILBrt8SxUi1hcKLLd39h9VZ2C9UhllXiYT7jr3CY_7OpI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjviVpzZp43HVkO0w0dLWqG73-wP9i6eqPqQwJst6Uq34qC435VqLHK5QUgcFt9QKHY7zlGdnxWssswkDlar7NYiMEQ69SFbK4TqZuToKPspKmA-A2J2VpQXZupGV-zXhKqgz18CRk6mK2ILBrt8SxUi1hcKLLd39h9VZ2C9UhllXiYT7jr3CY_7OpI=w398-h398" width="398" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-73658897886440604392022-07-13T07:47:00.008-07:002022-07-13T07:52:07.809-07:00FLORES E CAIXAS<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TKWjh9SBdscgdjsu-u9h8rHkZ7OSyVfCWdImbnL7KdeEa30otFa0TR_fUuZQ6ovSXx3Tt_rwLgB8K3QQDr7m5MCfq9MeKU4mq5E6CQNR5KTaa7_daNq50CI0KK-vpNkFvbbBcOZaQTwv1m8p7zoUfjrhamDlVE7Vmcd8gOiCmUBBCVccb-DGorrz/s650/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-07-13%20at%2011.37.37.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="650" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TKWjh9SBdscgdjsu-u9h8rHkZ7OSyVfCWdImbnL7KdeEa30otFa0TR_fUuZQ6ovSXx3Tt_rwLgB8K3QQDr7m5MCfq9MeKU4mq5E6CQNR5KTaa7_daNq50CI0KK-vpNkFvbbBcOZaQTwv1m8p7zoUfjrhamDlVE7Vmcd8gOiCmUBBCVccb-DGorrz/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-07-13%20at%2011.37.37.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> Flores e caixas </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Caixas e flores </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alegria e perfume </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Perfume e alegria </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Caixas com flores, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Flores perfumadas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Você é a flor,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Minha vida é a caixa,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Eu em você</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Você em mim </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Seu perfume...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alegria e simpatia</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Me contagia. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Te amo!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">** foto da internet</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-83897536590063737912022-04-06T07:48:00.003-07:002022-04-06T07:48:55.045-07:00TODA VEZ<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlCxsWtaM2p2csiyXuoKJikq_bw3vf279maaUNvV4Eq-SaFd5FQuA2s3VZ_BeQG2rJDCGqSuD2iaVMqFhvxzjOselEbXxVj4i40VDoFX4EZJ_KEHWx-freNq3sQKrpMPQgV0HUxFH-9Dulktln0iQ5PpH6WVcVJzTyRReZGrA53C60GUrYZK6q8lJ/s720/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-04-06%20at%2011.45.02.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="720" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlCxsWtaM2p2csiyXuoKJikq_bw3vf279maaUNvV4Eq-SaFd5FQuA2s3VZ_BeQG2rJDCGqSuD2iaVMqFhvxzjOselEbXxVj4i40VDoFX4EZJ_KEHWx-freNq3sQKrpMPQgV0HUxFH-9Dulktln0iQ5PpH6WVcVJzTyRReZGrA53C60GUrYZK6q8lJ/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-04-06%20at%2011.45.02.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Toda vez que capturo uma imagem do céu,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">(Essa de hoje por volta das 18:40h)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Toda vez que contemplo o céu </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ora azul, ora cinza, ora negro, esse rosado, avermelhado, não sei</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ora com muitas nuvens, ora com estrelas, a lua, o sol, enfim...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">...enfim o céu, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Toda vez que... sim, sempre, vejo Deus, sinto Deus, agradeço a Deus...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ele está ali, Ele sempre está lá, a obra é d'Ele, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Perfeito céu, como Deus perfeito é...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ele é perfeito, Deus!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Heron José poetizando o céu... Deus. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Na foto, nas palavras, dom de Deus.</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-33121110088113213462022-01-23T13:35:00.000-08:002022-01-23T13:35:23.520-08:00VERBALIZANDO O AMOR<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYC3FM9_F662foXUC3CcbvLBBilic3tkR_Cm3M7WVJwOm5E6qnZsJIJg20X2_JKNDKH0_4j9Zi-IFvPiJRlEkVeHOvEbWWnIlX-vd2fXBE20oESQOjaD5RGm5kpmQiVWQbZUzHsfgZTeU7tVIvmOpum_vVaIzeXmZNnA7LUHlt1LbHVN8MIxZms6V8=s720" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYC3FM9_F662foXUC3CcbvLBBilic3tkR_Cm3M7WVJwOm5E6qnZsJIJg20X2_JKNDKH0_4j9Zi-IFvPiJRlEkVeHOvEbWWnIlX-vd2fXBE20oESQOjaD5RGm5kpmQiVWQbZUzHsfgZTeU7tVIvmOpum_vVaIzeXmZNnA7LUHlt1LbHVN8MIxZms6V8=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Olhando para o lado?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Avistando quem ou o que?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Olhando para frente?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Observando alguém, o movimento?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Olhando para trás, visão periférica?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Não, apenas senti seu cheiro, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">ouvi o som de seus passos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sim, fiquei incomodado, meio surpreso, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pois meu coração, apesar de tudo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ainda em você está preso.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Causou um estardalhaço?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Peraí, deixa eu amarrar meu cadarço.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Despistei!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">* antes que alguém pense que estou apaixonado ou que tive uma recaída... ah, vou te deixar na dúvida.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">** verbalizando o amor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">#amor #fossa #coração #coracaopartido #estardalhaço #verbalizar</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-58101519864112568792022-01-23T13:26:00.000-08:002022-01-23T13:26:14.122-08:00OLHAR PERDIDO NO TEMPO<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAu8_0RwHx6up03L4I91t7eUYirSLktOlpdD8r_Q7kJMKSiplRbHLqcI-N3MNFOCq3vb-Iju_nsxIbsFbd19NAOAsWk1ySO4G-obH7j7fzav_mcWKoj2Dw5z6TXmVYNiKctDptQQ937_9k7RTDDm3jADmxZunP172rir_G-9xGqsdUJRlZM2ytLclq=s720" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="720" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAu8_0RwHx6up03L4I91t7eUYirSLktOlpdD8r_Q7kJMKSiplRbHLqcI-N3MNFOCq3vb-Iju_nsxIbsFbd19NAOAsWk1ySO4G-obH7j7fzav_mcWKoj2Dw5z6TXmVYNiKctDptQQ937_9k7RTDDm3jADmxZunP172rir_G-9xGqsdUJRlZM2ytLclq=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Olhando, observando, distraído? </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ele não percebeu que estava</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sendo fotografado.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Foto que marcou um dia, momento, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ninguém sabe o que se passou</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">naquele dia, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Dor, perda ou alegria? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Olhar perdido no tempo, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Na brisa, no vento</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Na memória, na história. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Aquele dia marcou</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Já cicatrizou </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Hoje é só lembrança...</span><br /><p></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-74280923572482786862021-09-07T04:00:00.001-07:002021-09-07T04:01:59.246-07:00UM REGISTRO DE PAZ<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgebqj4e35NBnG1DQ1c-vusSiEMAXDU3qWDZujh5t9F-GaE0IOeTDJOxZnxqdPtQQr_3AQbBGM59w9aVrGzxwlJ71yy52ictNhld8GPgsgnAz_K26h81s9W903P67cbsPzRKc7bI0AXiQ/s1032/WhatsApp+Image+2021-09-07+at+07.51.55.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="1032" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgebqj4e35NBnG1DQ1c-vusSiEMAXDU3qWDZujh5t9F-GaE0IOeTDJOxZnxqdPtQQr_3AQbBGM59w9aVrGzxwlJ71yy52ictNhld8GPgsgnAz_K26h81s9W903P67cbsPzRKc7bI0AXiQ/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-09-07+at+07.51.55.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Gerações, neta, bisneto </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Cidade, paisagem, história </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Um registro de paz</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A criança correndo no vasto parque, a mãe por perto protegendo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Deus, criador de ambos, a natureza, a vida humana</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Do alto céu, em seu trono</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fazendo da terra estrado,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Que nos envia proteção a cada segundo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quando Ele vê essa mãe e seu filhinho, abre um sorriso e diz:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Como eu os amo".</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-73817779798061150752021-05-19T06:02:00.004-07:002021-05-19T06:11:54.792-07:00FALTA VOCÊ<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLF3E9-61MAz85xTF9ruUp7bHxFDh-DWTEhgI8K__Wo33a_3nEwkjW57ZsbC_gvLUF_bLhMf39mTKkIK5wq-qvJWAQOduCjKnlTvyv8C1_pgV_7MNDKO25wr9D8bTSbZkxUKd7I7lKvQ/s1280/WhatsApp+Image+2021-05-19+at+09.48.08.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLF3E9-61MAz85xTF9ruUp7bHxFDh-DWTEhgI8K__Wo33a_3nEwkjW57ZsbC_gvLUF_bLhMf39mTKkIK5wq-qvJWAQOduCjKnlTvyv8C1_pgV_7MNDKO25wr9D8bTSbZkxUKd7I7lKvQ/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-05-19+at+09.48.08.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Sim, faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Na sala de espera</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pra me fazer companhia </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pra caminhada ficar mais animada </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Na sorveteria </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Aquele sorvete ao seu lado</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Seria bem mais saboroso</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">No sofá </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pra juntos assistirmos </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Aquele filme, da sua escolha. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Na igreja </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pra juntos louvamos a Deus</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">E mostrarmos nossa gratidão </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Por tudo de bom que Ele é </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pra sorrimos juntos, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">até sem motivos</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Faltou você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Na viagem</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pra sentar no banco ao meu lado</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Falta você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Até nas chateações, enjoos e </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Implicância sem sentido </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Falta você </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Em tudo</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pra minha vida ficar melhor </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Falta você...</span><br /></div>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-79472177336653957562021-01-08T06:15:00.005-08:002021-01-08T06:17:10.509-08:00CORAÇÃO, CORAÇÃO<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTBd4Dd1zCfAMDkGAvKAl6hQ4u0ZgAZIpXYtyKQtbj0FNKhb90l6hGXM78ygA9GA12_sXed2MBp2WcrMTRyFrLUANddoFnkMP1YeYDgYYKlcyNlNoRvxGRAWb9rwP71BknNS92c_lEE8/s720/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-08+at+10.51.39.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTBd4Dd1zCfAMDkGAvKAl6hQ4u0ZgAZIpXYtyKQtbj0FNKhb90l6hGXM78ygA9GA12_sXed2MBp2WcrMTRyFrLUANddoFnkMP1YeYDgYYKlcyNlNoRvxGRAWb9rwP71BknNS92c_lEE8/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-08+at+10.51.39.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Coração, coração, porque me tortura assim? </span><p></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fica me fazendo lembrar do que já passou, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">abrindo as feridas que já tinham </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cicatrizado (será?),</span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">fazendo sonhar com quem já partiu, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">partiu o coração, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Faz isso não coração, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">não incendeie o que já esfriou, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">é história que no passado já ficou, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">parte pra outra, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">olha pra frente, novos rumos, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">novas experiências. </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">E, coração, se tiver que entrar em ebulição, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que seja algo novo </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">e olha, nada de ilusão. </span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Estamos combinados?</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-75545434227747023332021-01-08T06:11:00.002-08:002021-01-08T06:19:15.032-08:00ELE RESSUSCITOU<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAjmZEn-awR7HmjGXMtwv2LTykPpUqvBVSs-GHNHuJDqau42MVt8Ny3FhrYXZ4JShtTPgn2GSNTkclE8DziwgCkCV0u1hgcVbAEdDd8hUk9CVXPaRaZqCvp5OI7a1SKOI4TKDTa0yMCU/s600/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-08+at+10.50.50.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAjmZEn-awR7HmjGXMtwv2LTykPpUqvBVSs-GHNHuJDqau42MVt8Ny3FhrYXZ4JShtTPgn2GSNTkclE8DziwgCkCV0u1hgcVbAEdDd8hUk9CVXPaRaZqCvp5OI7a1SKOI4TKDTa0yMCU/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2021-01-08+at+10.50.50.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">A Bíblia diz que o</span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Salário do pecado</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">é a morte",</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Eu pequei</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Você pecou</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Todos pecaram e afastados</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">estão da Glória de Deus", </span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">do céu, </span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Cristo morreu,</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Morreu por nós </span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Por você, por mim</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pagou o preço que era nosso, </span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Nos libertou</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Se pois o Filho vos libertar</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">verdadeiramente sereis livres."</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Temos a vida eterna</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Em Jesus que nos salvou,</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Com morte de Cruz.</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ele ressuscitou. JESUS!!</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Se você confessar com a sua boca que Jesus é Senhor e crer em seu coração que Deus o ressuscitou dentre os mortos, será salvo." </span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Romanos 10:9</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">#jesusvive</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">#ressuscitou</span></p><p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">#salario #pecado #morte #salvação #cristo</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558370437237417754.post-17398129358442884292020-12-17T06:21:00.006-08:002020-12-17T06:21:45.531-08:00AMANHÃ VOCÊ PASSA?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUAN8UZ4_berXcyttz24Oa1gvS6IhKWQT1kyf5mtm-It6yh2G2lIL-eGL839TBGOeI1PvEivyfJvGcuzbdFn6biJkxntmHX9saxL09Zrye0XMWGM79q5CftqPUY08nL5Pcqi0uksjq2c/s540/WhatsApp+Image+2020-12-17+at+11.16.07.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUAN8UZ4_berXcyttz24Oa1gvS6IhKWQT1kyf5mtm-It6yh2G2lIL-eGL839TBGOeI1PvEivyfJvGcuzbdFn6biJkxntmHX9saxL09Zrye0XMWGM79q5CftqPUY08nL5Pcqi0uksjq2c/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-12-17+at+11.16.07.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Olhando lá de cima</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Do terraço </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Te avistei caminhando </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Lá embaixo, na calçada </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tinha chovido </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Apesar da sombrinha, tava toda molhada,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mesmo assim desfilava, e destilava esse seu perfume</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Que aqui em cima me encantava.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Fiquei impressionado com tanta elegância </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Que graça, </span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Por favor, amanhã novamente você passa?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Vou te esperar hein? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Diz quem vem!</span></p>Heron Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117148824325731578noreply@blogger.com0