One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
To me it seemed just one more night--
Like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
Would hear the tinkling of the bells,
Would see the garish harlot's robe
And painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
It did not matter much to me--
A nobleman, Samaritan,
A Roman or a Pharisee,
Someone would pause and with one glance
Strip me again of maiden pride,
And leaving, later, never know
The shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
He would not see my hollow heart
Nor hear me curse him for his pay.
T was then I saw a band of men
Approaching down the narrow road;
There should be one among that crowd
Who wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
My loneliness and misery.
I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He sups at Simon's house__
All day the dusty paths we roamed;
But, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
Small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
Till from His side I cannot stay;
I'll wash His feet with tears of love
And with my hair wipe them away.
I woke to the sound of sizzling bacon, the aroma of fresh baked Muffins and my Beautiful Lenore in her bright green Teddy. "Nubbies", I said, "what time is it." Lenore said" for You it is 3:30P.M., June 27th, 2013. You are in the O.R. at Dartmouth Hospital. For me it is time to bring YOU to Eternity for a short time."What are You talking about; Baby." I died last night before we had time to go to the Bridal Suite. I do not want You to go through that pain again. Please come with me to the railing on the starboard side of the ship."Below the shuffle board deck?""Nubbies, just
trust me." As we walked outside, I noticed there was no air,no breeze, no sea lapping against the side of the boat, the sun seemed pasted in the sky. Where is Mom and Dad;where's my Ma, Where is everybody? Harry we are frozen in time, for last night and today; never happened for you. I asked the Lord to give us this time together. I was 3 months pregnant when I said "I DO" I want you to see JoAnne Naomi Grow up. Now
Full Moonlight Stand on the railing with me and when I say 3; Jump. 1, 2, 3. You would think we would plummet into the Caribbean Sea, but we splashed into the Full Moon. The sun was warm,the birds sat on my shoulders, singing a song of Life Forever. The Peace, Serenity and Tranquility was unearthly. I then saw GOD and the Son of Salvation hugged me and in a Mezmerizing Voice said Welcome Home.
To be Continued
I want to apologize to those of YOU who are punctuationally bound to Poetry I do not know how to punctuate people talking. I know I'm suppose to use "" marks Sorry I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry
My favorite of songs is The Old Rugged Cross.
The most tragic of days was the worlds’ greatest loss.
For sinners that day were all given their chance.
His Father in heaven could not even bear to look not even one glance.
Forgive them He prayed as His life’s blood ran down to the ground.
Can you picture Him there wearing that thorny old crown?
On that hill so far away, sad but precious memories were made.
Born of a virgin mother in the tomb He was laid.
Death could not hold Him, death would not last.
Three days in that tomb, so long ago, death too it would pass.
He arose and was seen by many it was said.
Our Savior arose from the grave and no longer was dead.
As He gave His final words to His apostles and friends.
He ascended to the clouds but they knew they would see Him again.
He made us a promise He would rule once again.
I feel that day is coming we’re reaching the end.
The prophecies that abound.
With each new day they seem to be coming unwound.
Are you ready my friend for the Millennium Reign?
Are have you sunk to wearing the mark worn by Cain?
Sacrifices my friend we all have to do.
Just look at Jesus and the sacrifice He made, was made just for you .
So on that hill so far away I kneel at the thought.
With His precious blood my cleansing was bought.
And what have we learned, or did He die just for nought?
I look to Jesus and His love I have sought.
He must come first in all that we do.
And when the day comes you’ll see I speak true.
Daddy, were you alive when Jesus was born?
No honey, he was born a long time ago, over 2000 years ago.
Where was he born Daddy?
In Bethlehem, a small town in the desert in a manger,
Whats a manger Daddy?
It's a place where they kept animals to feed them.
You see when Jesus was born the Inn was full, so
they had to get Mary to a warm place to give birth to Jesus.
that was the only place they could go.
Daddy who is Jesus' Daddy?
God is his Father honey?
But who is Joseph?
The Chosen Father, who God chose to raise him, Mary's Husband
I don't understand Daddy!
God wanted a son, he could not have a son without Mary and Joseph's
help. God asked them both if they would help him, without even thinking
they said yes. God gave to them a great gift, God gave them Jesus.
At that moment God gave us all a great gift, He gave us the Son of Man.
The Son of Man Daddy?
Yes honey, you see God is not Man, not one you can touch, Jesus
was, he healed people who were sick, He showed people how to love God
and how God loves them. There is one more important thing
I want to tell you honey.
What's that Daddy? Jesus did a coupla more things I think are
important, there are many of course but two I like.
Go on Daddy!
Jesus taught us how to love without conditions, like the way I love you
and you love me and your Mom and Brother. But how to love everybody
like that. The most important thing is, is that he died because we humans
broke God's laws, which means we sinned. He died so God would
Wow Jesus really did love us didn't he Daddy...?
Yes he did baby, and the really good thing is he still does and always will.
Come on it's time for bed!
Not until I say my prayers Daddy!
How bout we Pray together tonight?
I'd like that Daddy!
So would I baby, so would I .
Jump up on my back and I'll give you piggy back ride!
I love you Daddy!
I love you too baby, I love you too.........
My Christmas wish is you all have Conversations like this with your
kids. Trust me they bring tears of joy!
May God Bless you all this Christmas Season as he has Blessed me.
From Mary, Josh, Shay and myself MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR
Dear God, how did You sleep.
I had a dream and it made me weep.
Did You see it, it was so real.
I think it might even help me heal.
Anyway that dream last night
sure was kind of cool.
Except for the times
I acted the fool.
I was a whole lot younger
then I am now.
I was talking with my mom
and I was wondering how?
We sat at the kitchen table
and she had on that grin.
The one that always told me.
I know where you've been.
I could talk to her
about anything I ever did.
Not only when I grew up
But since I was a little kid.
She was the only one
on this whole entire earth.
Who made me feel like I belonged.
Who gave me a sense of worth.
We talked for hours.
We laughed and we cried.
I didn't leave the table
till the day that she died.
It was a roller coaster ride
of every high and low I could feel.
Then Lord You got out the projector
and then You put on the reel.
We watched home movies
and most of it was good.
You would fast forward
those parts that you should.
There was this one scene
where Jesus had a part.
Remember when I asked for Him
to come into my heart?
On a scale of 1 to 10
I would give it a ten.
But there was this one time
I don't remember when??
When I asked for Jesus to come into my heart
He walked right in like He belonged.
But what I didn't know then
was that He walked in with my mom.
When I am lost and all alone,
It’s then I turn to the Shepherd to guide me home.
When my heart gets bitter and full of doubt,
I surrender my problems to Jesus, He seems to always work them out.
I have been a victim of my own foolish pride,
Not trusting in Jesus to be my guide.
Many times I have stumbled and many times I have fell,
But that’s the good part of this story I tell.
For no matter how low in life we manage to sink,
It’s Jesus who will always bring you back from the brink.
We are like sheep we all go astray,
That is why we need our Shepherd to show us the way.
Jesus was the one who died for our sins so long ago,
Redemption is ours if we ask don’t you know?
Without Jesus in our lives we would have no hope,
And no chance for salvation or a reason to cope.
Imagine the pain He suffered that day,
Picture it in your mind how He died such a tragic way.
Body racked with pain and longing for the death that seemed so slow,
And being able to forgive those who did these things would have been hard for me,
don’t you know?
As I grow older in life there are things I tend to learn,
Like the most valuable possessions you cannot buy you have to earn.
Love, respect, and friendship are a treasured gift,
To have and to share will give you a blessed lift.
What do we do when we know our life is nearly through?
Do we get mad and throw a fit, what good would that do?
Or do we push everyone away with nothing more to say/
Or do we turn to God and thank Him for giving us this final day?
We all know from that first day how life as we know it must someday end.
What if this were not all there is, would you then be willing to listen my friend?
What if we knew there were certain other places we must attend?
The Bible speaks of heaven and also of a place called hell for those who
choose to sin.
The good part in the bible tells how even the sinners can be forgiven.
It tells us by repenting and claiming Jesus as our Savior we still can enter in.
Is death our final captor, well I sure pray it’s not for me.
There is but one way to know and not many are in a hurry to see.
I just pray death is not a four letter word for that’s not where I wish to be.
No I choose to walk in the light of my Savior for all eternity.
Not many know what day is their chosen day.
And that is why we must turn to Jesus and follow in His ways.
So don’t let death be a four letter word and make you afraid.
That you repent all your sins and turn your life to Jesus is what I just prayed.
Death awaits us all behind every corner or maybe behind the next door.
I just pray that we are all ready and someday we meet on Heavens Shore.
The Lord Keep Us Till Then.
To what do we owe thee for the sacrifice of your son?
The shedding of His precious blood to show love for everyone.
The death of Christ was necessary to save us from our sin,
For the glory of our Heavenly Father, life and peace within.
The gift of salvation was our God's compassionate plan,
As He included all mankind from each and every land.
The emblem of the rugged cross was filled with suffering and shame,
But eternal life was God's purpose all in Jesus' name.
At first Jesus spoke not a word, as He hung there on the cross,
The propitiator for all our sins, so we would not be lost.
As the hour neared for Christ's death, He murmured a forgiving word,
He directed His wish and last request as He looked upon the Lord.
"Forgive them Father", Jesus said, "For they know not what they do",
Through pain and anguish, He stayed on the cross just to save me and you.
Jesus' mission was accomplished when He hung His head and died,
The nails driven in His hands and feet, two thieves hung by His side.
The victory of death was heartbreaking, and it seemed all hope was gone,
But now our Saviour Jesus Christ sits right hand on the throne.
What an awesome act of love, delivered with no charge or fee,
To God be the glory for all He's done, everlasting life is free!
Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand
From one another
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long
Strong and healthy
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality
My love has perished.
THIS MAN CALLED JESUS
Hey, Caiaphas! What do you think of this Man called Jesus
Well, now that you mention it, I think it's time that He died
Perhaps we can devise a plot to have Him crucified
Let's talk to Pontius Pilate and see what he has to say
I'll bet he will help us get rid of this aggravating Man
But we must devise a real solid foolproof plan
How about some false witnesses to tell a few lies
Yes, that just might do it, so round up a few
We can bribe them easily – they'll know what to do
That sounds good enough to rid us of Him
And one of His friends, Judas is his name
Will betray Him for silver and take all the blame
Why didn't we think to do this sooner
I had thought of it, but I feared it wouldn't go well
But I can't see any reason why this plan should fail
So the plot was formed and soon carried out
He was crucified, dead and buried, but arose after three days
Ascended into Heaven, to come again and judge mankind’s ways
Have you given any thought concerning eternal life
You've been given a choice – what will your choice be
It's either Heaven or hell for eternity
What do you think of this Man called Jesus
Will you accept Him as Lord and serve Him alone
Or die in your sins before all hope is gone
19 January 2013
RENEWED BY GOD'S SPIRIT
Falling, falling are the salty drops from my eyes.
Crying, crying is my broken bruised buckled heart
so long oh so long, I am within a cell of loneliness
that windows and doors I kept on guarded walls--
strangers who passed by on microscopic study...
My glass of trust cracked to pieces
that I don't know how and when will it be whole again...
Disturbed nights caused my eyes a free make-up of black shadows
yet, one night, as I have no one left to talk to
You may say crazy, but what I did is just to have a solid storm of cries
together with my laptop, it's where I tip tap everything;
that flooding pains and hurts rooted deep down
that well of frustrations, unmet wants and needs raining along
that crippling fear of uncertainty
one by one, my every tap seems a spiral step of explosion.
My shoulders droop, my body assuming a fetal pose
then again I shudder--- tears running fast inevitable.
Some sounds vibrate free from my drying throat
I want to halt them but am too weak, weak but still, they came through
volts of perspiration duet to my sobs and murmurs
then finally, I came to my senses, I hold my hands close to my heart
and I began to speak at first syllables to my God...
I opened my heart to Him, my mountain to mountain jars of sadness
I lift it all to Him... I confessed to Him like a child
baring everything as I fall to my knees and bow my head.
And in that deafening silence of cold November last year,
there is the hush of warm breeze engulfing my being
it did comfort me; suppress slowly my sobs and cries
stirring my senses; firing my faith and spirit
and so that fleet of darkness that touched my being.
6:29 PM, December 08, 2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
I can't imagine being alive without you
I can't imagine what it will be like when your gone
I don't know what I'll become without you
Maybe I'll just run
Run away from everything and leave everyone behind
Maybe I'll find a way to be close to you
Because I won't believe you died
My heart will ache so much more
Tears will always run
My eyes will hold the wisdom
That you bestowed upon me young
And my recklessness will be noticeable
People will wonder why
Why am I running when the person I needed most died
How can I face my life when I can't do anything right
I won't believe you have gone away
When God decides to take you
I'll still come by your house and always expect an answer
I Love You Gamma
You Taught Me About My Heritage
Please Remember Me When God Takes You
Please Guide Me In the Right Way
By Nate Spears
I stand on top of the opinion of the mighty powers above
Staring into the eyes of their dominion
Keeping myself armed and fighting
In the order of a new world
In the order of new eyes
My spirit is old
In the order of new times
My heart lacks no fear
My hands lacks no wrong
So I have no tears
to let roll on
As The River Of Jordan splashes in red
My evil days shall past
Consistent with biblical teachings
I speak the truth consistent with loud speakers
Let freedom ring
While I’m running my fingers through the clouds
I've discovered a savior to save us
Now drip my sun light onto the best
Now drip my sun light onto the rest
Goodness shall fall from my fingers tips
Onto the pages
of my ink.
Latin mission = sending
Mission is the sending of the Church
Father Christ mandate to all Christians
Proclaim the Gospel in word and deed
So that all men can freely make a decision for Father Christ
But be careful to choose the faith
The effect can be too late or not
Choose wisely which faith is the bridge to heaven
Christmas eve, wind so cold
Scent of pines all over our home
Tiny, shiny lights and decors
Gifts and presents to give for all
i'm just a little boy who loves Christmas
'cause i receive toys, and candies sometimes
But the best i want to experience,
Is to feel Santa's existence
My mama told a story about Santa
Fat, white-bearded, and in a red suit man
Living with his reindeers in North Pole
Making gifts for kids with kind soul
I put a big sock on my wall before I sleep
'cause they said Santa will put something on it
I have been a good boy this whole year
Hope he will give me the toy I've wished
I woke up, breeze, and felt so cold
It's twelve o'clock midnight, dong! dong!
Scared, frightened, I know I'm not alone
I kept my eyes conscious, alert in my room
I suddenly saw a Man who has a box
wrapped in a green paper, with a ribbon on top
He came near to my room, and found the sock
Happy, calm face, he put the box inside
I closed my eyes, for him to think i'm asleep
He sat on my bed and patted my hair
Said these words to me, and felt his heartbeat
"I love you, be a good boy again next year"
"Santa is real!" early in the morning I've yelled
All was awake because of my excitement
I've showed them the sock with a gift
Told the story of what was happened
Santa's expression is smile, not Ho!ho!
Santa is not fat! but a fit person
His beard and hair is not white, but brown
He's wearing white, shining like a sun!
"Story Poem" contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
The Galilean sun smiled down
Upon the dusty little town
And lingered o'er one humble spot,
A peasant's home and modest shop.
Long shafts of light fell 'cross the door
To lay bright carpets on the floor
Where children played in perfect peace
About the shop. Their joy increased
Each time they caught a glimpse of Him,
The carpenter who worked within.
His face was gentle, eyes were kind;
And as He worked, He did not mind
Their ceaseless chatter, endless play
Nor did He find them in His way.
Their laughter rippled round the room;
They scattered sawdust with a broom.
The woodchips falling at His feet
Became for them a fishing fleet
Or beds and chairs for little dolls,
A manger or a cattle stall.
Surrounded by the commonplace;
And yet, uncommon was the grace
With which He faced each daily task
As if all Heav'n lay in His grasp.
A carpenter He was by trade;
The wood responded, unafraid.
Beneath His hands each piece was formed
Into an object to perform
Some deed of usefulness or skill,
The needs of men to fitly fill.
Precise He was in all His craft
From oxen yoke to shepherd's staff
To couches for a nobleman;
He was a careful artisan.
Each part was polished, sanded, ground;
No painful splinters could be found
To pierce the flesh of those who bought
The items fashioned in His ship.
There wood was sacrificed for man
Beneath its own Creator's hands.
Does it seem strange that He would die,
Suspended between earth and sky,
Upon two rugged beams of wood,
This carpenter whose work was good?
That curious Roman official
named "Lentulus" with foresight recorded
his description of a Man controversial.
And His name too, for prosperity accorded
That Man who the Roman so aspired
was named Jesus, that Man of Awe,
And Lentulus was one of few who desired
that Man Jesus to portray and hence to annals store.
So wont was Lentulus to see and hear
what that Man Jesus preached and said,
That he followed Him for a while, everywhere,
So that the verity of his narration could by all be read,
Then went on to relate what he saw,
A Man of serene composture who courtly stood
and how His prescence the crowds would draw
and hungered the more on the words that inspired good.
Of average height, just on fifteen and a half fists tall
His nut-brown hair smoothed down at the side
forming soft flowing curls, that did fall
to below His shoulders with luxuriant pride,
His beard boasted long and full, the same colour of His hair,
Both His hair and beard neatly parted the middle down,
As with the way that all of Nazarines share,
And on a reddish face not a wrinkle, spot or frown.
His eyes wide set with an unusual capacity for expression
coloured blue-grey, exuding a sadness from within,
Yet cheerful of countenance with seriousness held in remission,
Sometimes seen to weep, not ever to laugh or sing,
Though His feet were bare, He stood regally composed
He lived in troubled times with much woe abound,
For there were those around, who would oppose
Him for the freedom and peace His voice did sound.
Now through what Lentulus and others alike, did relay,
Artists and painters centuries ago, with care
did Jesus to canvas, with dilligence portray,
And His likeness to the world's peoples share,
So that His teachings now so revered
became all the more potent with vision aglared,
For His words of enlightenment can so astound,
But just in His Prescence alone can the Spirit abound.
Above the oceans,
the painting shan't remember,
you shall rustle me sweetly,
i wake eagerly,
on our outings,
below the nose,
the dale cannot shimmer,
i think i forgot to tell you that,
i love you,
yes!!!i love you so much,
even when i offended you,
you pretend as if you offended me,
and you forgive me,
how sweet is this love???
i bet i can't find any other love like this,
even though other people tempt me with their love,
but it wasn't like yours,
oh!!! i can't believe you just broke my heart,
after all my trust,
i tried begging you,
but you turned deaf ears,
you left my heart shattered,
but someone came into my life,
and fixed it,
yes!!! to fix it,
now i'm deeply in love with the person,
the name is JESUS,
how sweet is this name???
in fact, he is the reason why i'm alive today,
now we are together,
and i doubt if anything can come between us
ARE YOU WILING TO LOVE THIS SAME PERSON????
I look through the crystal waters
Running through the quiet woods
Walking along the shores
In search of the man from Galilee
I asked the wind, where it had driven him
I asked the storm, did you strike him
I asked the mad man, did you hurt him
I asked the centurion, have you killed him
None answered, but with a sigh they shunned me
I went to the caves, where he spent his nights
I went to the temple, where he taught
I went to the praetorium, where they judged him
I went to the Pharisee, to seek to see him but they said
He was the fee for the fees of the deeds of the seeds like the sand of the sea
I run after him as they pushed him through the streets
His mother and brethren were wallowing in tears
With few words, he comforted them
I followed with my mind, but now my heart yearns after him
The hands of men took him to Golgotha and
Finally I found him on the cross
And I knew it was for my sake he hanged
I left in tears, hearing tearings in the temple
I asked the disciple, where they laid him
I asked the guards, where they kept him
I asked the gardener, if he can show me
But the angel asked me, why seek him here
Where else, who else, and why ask, I said
But the voice that answered was still, small and peaceful
Like the voice of the shepherd, when he grazed us
He asked me, why I weep and comforted me
He said to me; you are free; you are saved; you are mine
Then together we worshipped as he disappeared in our eye
To where, some asked
In your hearts he answered
I found the dead Jesus, alive in my heart and he lives forever.
I just got a message on my machine
“This is Jesus if you know what I mean?”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you. You see I got a whole list of
people and your number just came up, so if you could call me back
I’ll be here till 7:00 PM. If you can’t make that I’ll have to check my calendar and get back to you. Hope you can make it… God Bless.”
Well I didn’t know what to do. Jesus don’t call every day out here n Van Horn, Texas.
It takes a long ride from nowhere to get here. I’m surprise he even got over the telephone lines. But hell he is Jesus.
So I’m thinking about waiting around and calling him to see what he has to say. I got nothing better to do on a Tuesday night but watch Wheel of Fortune and take the suckers punch. So around 6:30 PM I call him up.
Wrong number, then the phone is busy. Does Jesus really want to talk to me?
Ok maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I could have gone to the mountain or burned a bush or done something religious like buy a cross or something.
But hell I thought he cared about me.
Kinda like my dogs do.
How sweet is
he is my
he is my sheild
he is my
he is my
though i was a
though i was
deep i sin
though i was
engaged in a
lot of iniquities
though i never
had faith in
he had faith in
he sent a
he lifted my
in my dulllest
in my darkest
he rescued me
when i was
raised me up
when i was
sick he healed
he is JESUS
serve such a
Old man Carter lived all alone, quietly nestled in his quaint little home.
Arthritis kept him crippled, writhing in excruciating pain, his wife long
since departed, leaving him nothing more to gain. His children made
arrangements, to place him in a nursing home. They lacked the
compassion to inform him face to face, knowing he would surely die in
this unfamiliar place. He lost his will to live, life had tragically passed
him by, without his long lost Eleanor, his only hopes were to die. There
he sat in his recliner, a rigid shell of an old man, quietly he uttered to the
Lord,..."Father, forgive me", as he clasped a revolver in his frail, arthritic
hand. Suddenly, an image appeared before him, it was clad in solid white.
Old man Carter could hardly open his eyes, for the radiance was unbearably
bright. Soon, the light diminished, the image's skin was fair. The old man's
eyes began to focus as he observed a figure with long, coarse
hair. The image's eyes were gentle, bearing scars above the brow. Open
wounds the width of nails pierced both its delicate hands. Then, in a soft-
spoken voice it said,..."No more shall ye suffer, old man". "Set aside thy
weapon", the image went on to say,..."You're going home to Eleanor,
upon this Christmas Day". The old man passed on to heaven, he was
discovered the very next day. "Such a tormented soul was he!" That's what
the neighbors would say. It was there on a table beside him, a scribbled
poem which sadly read,...
"Christmas is the day I wed,
The true love of my life;
Christmas is the day I've chosen,
To join my beloved wife
Jesus arrived to take me,
The hour's a quarter past four;
Suicide's never an option,
I'm with Jesus and my sweet Eleanor"...
Church is a she
Bride of Father Christ
Church is Catholic
Church is people
Catholic related to the whole
Father Christ called
Profess whole faith
Preserve all Sacraments
To proclaim Good News
Sent her to all nations
The little hand lay open in his mother's palm;
Large tears washed streaks of white across two dirty cheeks.
His soft, dark eyes were wide with innocence and pain,
And small, trembling lips found it difficult to speak.
She held him close and wiped the spot of blood away
And applied to the injury a bit of balm.
"Now, don't cry; a carpenter often hurts his hands.
All will be well. Shall Mama sing to you a psalm?"
The child's sobs hushed; all around the house grew still
Save for the sound of Joseph's tools against the wood.
"Sing the shepherd's psalm, Mama; sing of the way through
Death's shadowed valley and the Shepherd who is good."
Mary pressed his rosy cheek closer to her breast;
Her eyes welled up with stinging tears; her face grew pale.
She held the little injured hand and knew not why
She trembled so at the imprint of one small nail.
I believe when Jesus will return on the resurrection day,
He will establish peace, justice and kindness.
The glorious arrival of the saviour will mark a new beginning
of peace, a rebirth and resurrection.
It will be the beginning of peace,lasting security and genuine
His triumphant arrival will signal the end of oppression,
immorality,poverty,discrimination,and the beginning of
justice,love and everlasting harmony.
I re-dedicate this poem to my sweet friend, Stephen Pettye, who is full of power and strength as he travels this lifetime in a number one status to reach the goals of his full inner growth. This poem is to help clear his path along the way:
Take those piled up worries
And let your troubles go
They always go back and forth
In our minds to and fro
On a clear day
With no clouds in the sky
Cast you worries away
Leaving no questions to ask why
Giving more time to count blessings
And be thankful for what you’ve got
It feels so gloriously wonderful
To truly and completely worry not
Just clear your mind
Away from all thought
And enjoy the great feelings
That fill the space you’ve caught
There are messages to read
When the clouds are out
That’s when we’re given
Something to think about
On a clear cloud free day
Leave all worries behind
Well that’s what I do
To clear my mind
Yes, it feels good
To be worry free
And to leave it all
With the one Almighty
So when the sky is clear
I will always worry not
And thank our dear Lord
For all the blessings I’ve got
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Shame must have burned her countenance,
along with fear that gripped her heart;
she’s a woman in the gospel brought into the open,
by those Pharisees and Sadducees in their attempt –
to entrap Jesus on the horns of a dilemma.
Known as legalistic in their respect for the Law of Moses,
they professed as guardians of moral principles;
they claimed as protectors of the Jewish traditions,
however, in truth, they had a wicked motive to ruin Jesus
to discredit him for all the things he’s doing for his own people.
His growing popularity especially to the Jewish men and women,
becomes a raison d’etre to ruin his good reputation;
oh, such a malady that continues to exist through generations,
the seed of original sin – its consequence to human behavior
reflected its aftermath, the evil tendency that is encrusted deep within.
Jesus’ statement, “let him who is without sin cast the first stone,”
made the religious leaders withdraw from the scene and,
starting from the elders they walked away and talked no more;
a sign of shame, an honest reaction to what is shadowed by guilt.
The entire incident focused on Jesus’ endless forgiveness,
his compassion for the woman being bogged down with disgrace;
like a moral stigma, a scarlet letter etched in the hearts of people,
with Jesus she had her past but she also has a future to look forward to.
Just as the prophet Ezekiel says, “I will give you a new heart –
and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone
and give you a heart of flesh . . .” its power and meaning can assure,
God’s love is everlasting; our salvation is his prime concern.
We have the whole day
Yes we do
Nice seeing you
Its my pleasure
Phone call coming but that can wait
This is our we time
I love you
I love you more
Am sorry about the other day
You are forgiven
You look good great
Am trying. Let's have some tea
I like it hot and spiced
Me too! I feel connected. I want to ask more. I want to know more
Child, you can ask me anything. We will keep it confidential
Can you be my escort?
Always have been
Can we,... can we hang out like this everyday?
Yes, every second, every waking and sleeping time, anytime
This is cool! Can I get a hug?
Big teddy bear hug:-)
For today I am here,
Tomorrow shall appear,
Though I yearn to be with You, Lord.
In Your grace I abide
Through life’s valley’s I stride,
Lost within my foolish pride.
When darkness fills the day,
I seldom kneel to pray
To ask You for support.
I look up to the sky
And I want to know, why?
Where then is my Lord?
On my own I’m alone
Terrified I hide,
I run from You away.
But, when all seems at its worst
You come to me first,
Through the solace of Your Word.
You rid from me forever
The chains of sin, You sever
In Your righteousness, I am clothed.
No deed of my own,
By faith in You alone
Do I place my confidence.
As I sleep soundly this night,
May I wake in Your light, refreshed
To greet a new day.
Church is a she
Bride of Father Christ
Church is Catholic
Church is people
Catholic related to the whole
Father Christ called
Profess whole faith
Preserve all Sacraments
To proclaim Good News
Sent her to all nations