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Look No Further

I've been in search for that smile,
Some serenity when the rest of the world has gone wild.
I've been searching for an end to all this pain,
Searching for an end to this rain.
The dampness of my skin, the weight from the wetness,
As I beg and plead for God to bless us.
                     Look No Further
You've cried your last cry, no more shall you shed tears,
No more misery, and no more fears.
I've come to give you, all that of what you need,
Look no further, your heart shall no longer bleed.
All things your soul has yearned for and desired,
Have kept me truly inspired.
No more fussing, no more fights,
No more guns bussin' in the middle of the night.
Not one more child should be laid to rest,
Job well done, you've passed your test.
Your race is over, you've crossed that finish line,
Look No Further my rock you shall find.
My shelter from the storm,
My rays of the sun, Look No Further for I am the One.

Copyright © tanya wilkerson | Year Posted 2013

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My Name Is December

My Name Is December


Hello dear one,

I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. I mean that 'I'm worth waiting for.  More about that later; but my arrival is really out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

I am one of twelve, each of which has a different life span with a certain amount of days. I know. You think that our time is so short compared to your own span of uncertainty. But we are okay with the way we are, and we never debate our destiny with our maker. We take each day as they come, and make the best of each one whether it’s bright or not.

By the way,  you look familiar and remind me of someone else I’ve seen before. Have we met? O, pardon me please.  My name is December, and I must say that I’m not late, but I am the last.  My name comes from the Latin word 'Decem' which means ‘ten’.  I know that you are wondering why my name means ‘ten’ when I am presently the 12th month of the year.   You must understand that I was the 10th month until my number was changed to the Gregorian  Calendar from the Roman Calendar.  Don’t you wish sometime that people would leave things the way they found them?  Anyway, I still think that I am the most popular month of the year.  More about that later.
 
I and all my siblings never cease to arrive each year at different times with various tasks. Some of us, 7 to be exact, live to be 31; 4 of us make it to 30; and for some reason, one of our brothers, February by name, lives to be 28; but occasionally, he gets stretched to 29.  Please don’t ask me why, because I’m not that smart.

Did you know that I am the first month of winter in the Northern Hemisphere where I also have the shortest daylight hours of the year?  And did you know that I am the first month of summer in the Southern Hemisphere where I also have the longest daylight hours of the year?  I sure hope I got that right.  

I don’t claim to be the most famous, though I really am.  Please?  Do not repeat that to my 11 siblings.  I must say that perhaps more money is spent in my 31 day life span than any other month; more gifts are exchanged; lights are their brightest; more decorations are put up; and many people feel that a big fat guy name Santa Clause comes from the North Pole on Reindeers, bringing lots of toys to kids the world over.  O, by the way, did I say that Christmas came in the month of December?  And did I not tell you that l was worth the wait?
10232015 (Contest, "Screwed X11",Rob Carmack

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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SPIRITUAL JOURNEY

I AM WALKING INTO SWEET, BEAUTIFUL AND PEACEFUL SUNSHINE.

A PLACE THAT IS TRULY AND SPIRITUALLY DIVINE.

THE CLOUDS ARE FADING AND THE RAIN BEGINS TO STOP.

THE ROADS ARE ROCKY AS I REACH THE MOUNTAINTOP.

AT THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN I SEE JESUS WAITING FOR ME WITH OPEN ARMS.

LIKE A CHILD COMING HOME TO HIS OR HER MOTHER.

FOR HE IS ONE OF A KIND AND LIKE NO OTHER.

I WALK ON THIS LONG ROAD TO SEE THAT IS NOT A BED OF ROSES.

THERE ARE SNAKES AND SPIDERS ALONG THE WAY.

TO DISTRACT MY PATH AND FOR ME NOT TO SEE ANOTHER DAY.

THIS JOURNEY CONTINUES TO GO ON FOR ME.

SO THAT ONE DAY I CAN BE FREE.

Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2013

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The Apple Tree

Apple Tree

I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden.  But let’s just assume that I was indeed the tree realistically known as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

For heaven’s sake, let’s just assume that I was an innocent bystander, absorbing nutrients from the garden and producing juicy apples. Yes, I was climbed upon by the devil, picked from by the woman, and eaten from by both Adam and Eve. And can anyone imagine how disrespected I felt and taken for granted? Remember, neither the devil nor Eve consulted me about apples from me.
I grew and produced the apple that caused God to be displeased, and forced him to drive them from the garden. Moreover, at least two bites of an apple from my limbs changed the course of history for both nature and all of mankind.  I must say that I am not proud of any of this. But you must remember, there was plenty of blame to go around, but when the punishment was handed down, I was not included.                                                              

And remember, I have the  knowledge and remember very well, because I was there and witnessed literally everything.  I even heard the devil lying to Eve, and if I could talk, I would have rebuked the devil, and advised Eve to slowly walk away.  I didn’t know where Adam was, but the least I could  have done was to call out to him saying, “Beware the devil on my limb!”.                                                       

I tell you, I was so sad when I heard God’s voice telling Adam and Eve about their future lives, their limitations and restrictions. Adam was to work hard enough to sweat; and Eve would always have pain when she would give birth to their children.                                                    

It was painful for me to listen to, and enough to make even a tough apple tree like myself break down and weep. But the best part was when I heard God tell the devil about his punishment. That’s when I began to rejoice.  Wow!  I could not shake a leg, but I shook every limb and all the bark on my body.
08262015 Curtis Johnson; Contest, Trashed #4, Sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Wisdom again personified


Does wisdom not call meanwhile?
Does discernment not lift up her voice?
On the hilltop on the road,
On the crossways she takes her stand;
Beside the gates of the city,
At the approaches to the gates  she cries aloud,
O men! I am calling to you;
My cry goes out to the sons of men;
You ignorant ones! Study discretion
And you fools, come to your senses!
Listen! I have serious things to tell you,
Rom my lips come honest words
My mouth proclaims the truth
Wickedness is hateful to my lips.
All the words I say are right
Nothing wasted in them, nothing false
All straightforward to whom who understands
Honest to those who knows what knowledge means.
Accept my discipline rather than silver
Knowledge in preference to pure gold.
For wisdom is more precious than pearls,
And nothing else is so worthy of desire.

05092015

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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Black Spots

BLACK SPOTS

There are black spots in my memory of the bad things I have done,
The times when I resisted the call of God’s dear Son.
Experiences of danger, of trials or disgrace—
I wish I could forget them, from my mind there erase.
The black spots often haunt me, I often wonder why
I was so vain and foolish; I shudder and I cry.
But in those spots of memory one brilliant light now shines:
The day I trusted Jesus and made Him personally mine.
Now all black spots remembered in my troubled, carnal mind
Are failures He can’t see there and never more will find.
When I face Him in judgment, no black spots he will see,
And I’ll be free forever of all bad memory.
Though black spots are so dismal and haunting in MY mind,
I’m glad that God can’t see them, His grace has been so kind.
The black spots are in darkness below the deepest sea,
As far as east from west is He’s cast eternally!
Thank God for His forgiveness!  Thank God that He has not
Remembered any failure or any dark, black spot!

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2015

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SWEET HEALING

I HEARD SOMETHING FROM INSIDE MY SOUL.

SOMETHING THAT SPEAKS SWEETLY TO ME.

MY WOUNDS ARE HEALING AND MY HEART IS BEING REPAIRED.

GOD ALLOWED ME TO WAKE UP TO HIS BEAUTIFUL PRESENCE.

THE TEARS ARE BEING DRIED UP MY SOUL IS WRAPPED IN HIS WARMNESS.

I CAN FEEL HIM COVERING MY FLESH HE WHISPERS TO ME.

THAT HE LOVES ME THAT HE IS BY MY SIDE I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT HIM.

I HAVE A SWEET HEALING THAT IS FLOWING MY WAY.

WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE THAT FEELING THAT I HAVE ON THE INSIDE OF ME.

THE ROSES ARE SMELLING SWEET ON THIS SIDE AND THE GRASS IS DEFINITELY GREENER.

I AM IN THAT SECRET PLACE WHERE I CAN FIND PEACE AND A FORGIVING HEART.

SOMETHING THAT CAN NEVER BE EXPLAINED FOR HE IS SHINING HIS LIGHT ON ME.

A REFRESHING GLOW OF HIS PRESENCE COMFORTS ME.

Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2014

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SWEET HARMONY

I HEAR A SOUND THAT IS SWEET TO MY EARS AND SOFT TO MY SOUL

IT SPEAKS TO ME IT CALLS MY NAME AND EVER SINCE I HAVE HEARD THIS SOUND I HAVE NEVER BEEN THE SAME.

MY SADNESS HAS BEEN MELTED AWAY WITH THE MELODIES FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE.

IT HAS BEEN SHOWERED WITH UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

THIS SONG KEEPS SINGING TO MY SPIRIT AND ABSORBING INTO MY SOUL.

THE ANGELS ARE SINGING UNTO ME AND COMFORTING ME THROUGH THIS SONG.

I AM AT PEACE AND MY HEART IS AT EASE NO LONGER AM I IN PAIN.

NO MORE AM I IN DARKNESS THE CLOUDS HAVE FADED AWAY AND THE SUN IS SHINING ALL AROUND ME.

Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2013

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CHRISTIAN HYPOCRITES

THERE ARE SO MANY PREACHERS TRYING TO BE TEACHERS BUT INSTEAD THEY ARE LEACHERS.

LYING,CHEATING AND CREEPING AROUND LIKE A SNAKE IN THE GRASS COVERING UP HIS SLYNESS WITH SOPHISTICATION AND CLASS.

THE DEACONS ARE CREEPING ON WHO THEY CAN PREY ON NEXT WHO THEY CAN DEVOUR WHO THEY CAN EAT UP.

PRETENDING TO SHOW SINCERITY WHILE ALL THE TIME THEY ARE LOOKING FOR WHO THEY CAN PULL INTO THEIR OWN CIRCLE.

THE LADIES LOOK DOWN ON THE OUTSIDERS FAILING TO REALIZING THAT THEY WERE ONCE IN THEIR SHOES.

THEIR NOSES RISE SO HIGH IF IT RAINED THEY WOULD DROWN SNIFFING THEIR FANCY PERFUMES INSTEAD OF BREATHING THE WORD OF GOD.

INSTEAD OF MINISTERING TO THOSE IN NEED THEY ARE AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS TRYING TO UPSTAGE EACH OTHER.

WITH OUTFITS,CARS AND OTHER MATERIAL THINGS IT IS SUCH A SHAME HOW THE PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD BEHAVE.

WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF GOING TO CHURCH IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE ANGRY.

WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE LORD.

WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.

PLEASE HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT IF PEOPLE WOULD STOP AND LOOK AT THEMSELVES BEFORE THEY LOOK AT ANYONE ESLE THEY WOULD KNOW THAT!

Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012

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Just Call Me Mr Spy

Just Call Me Mr. Spy

Hello,

I’m from an ancient world, and we have never met, and never will.
However, much like presently, in my day, people lived for the thrill.

I experienced that world’s greatest tragedy, and lived to tell the story.
I am not the bravest, smartest, or most beautiful; but I made history.

People of old loved and laughed, and also ate and drank to the fill.
They bought and sold, not worrying about who would pay the bill.

They fell in love and married; and separated, adulterated, and fornicated.
They detoured from their ancestors’ standards, and greatly deteriorated.

Yes, they were civilized sometimes, but also immoral and very violent.
It’s predicted that your world will be just like mine, before the Second Advent.

They were liberated, sophisticated, and also educated in their own way.
They were warned, but never bothered to change, until a deluge came one day.

There was an old man with a wife and three sons, who also had wives.
They worked hard and loved everybody, but also lived good and clean lives.

I know all these things because I was there, observing and raising my family.
That is, until the old man brought me and others into a big boat he built for his family.

You see, I was Noah’s raven, and was blessed to go on that world’s greatest trip.
And you can call me Mr. Spy, because I was the first one to leave the big ship. 

03042016 PS Contest, A Tomb of Ancient Bloom, Justin Bordner

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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OUR INHERITANCE

OUR INHERITANCE, (THE FRUIT FROM THEIR LIVES) 

WE WERE GIVEN LIFE, A CHANCE TO LIVE OUR DREAMS AND FULFILL OUR DESTINIES
ENCOURAGEMENT AND SUPPORT TO WALK IN OUR GOD GIVEN MINISTRIES

WE WERE LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY, WHETHER WE WERE GOOD OR BAD
AND TAUGHT FORGIVENESS FROM BOTH OUR MOM AND DAD

WE LEARNED WHAT FAMILY TRULY MEANT, FROM WHAT THEY UNDERSTOOD
THEY SHOWED US MARRIAGE WAS FOREVER, THE WORD DIVORCE WAS NEVER HEARD

WE ALWAYS KNEW THAT NO MATTER WHAT WE HAD DONE EACH DAY
WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, IS WHAT THEIR ACTIONS AND HEARTS WOULD SAY

WE WERE TAUGHT BY EXAMPLE WHEN SOMEONES IN NEED, YOU STOP AND HELP OUT
WITHOUT A THOUGHT AND NEVER A DOUBT

WE WERE BLESSED BECAUSE ABUSE WAS ONLY OUTSIDE OR ON TV
 IN OUR HOME IT WAS SOMETHING WE NEVER HAD TO EXPERIENCE OR SEE

WE WATCHED THEM WALK IN CHRIST EACH DAY
IN HOPES THAT TRUTHFULNESS, INTEGRITY AND GIVING, WOULD BECOME OUR WAY

WE HAD A MOTHER AND FATHER, THAT TOOK CARE OF THEIR RESPONSIBILITY
WITHOUT SELFISHNESS, BUT WITH GREAT HUMILITY

WE WERE SURROUNDED BY THEIR LAUGHTER AND PEACE
THANK YOU MOM AND DAD THAT ANGER AND TROUBLE WERE THE LEAST

OUR MOTHER AND DADDY WERE AMAZING, TWO OF GOD’S BEST
AND FOR THAT, WE WILL ALWAYS BE ETERNALLY BLESSED

Copyright © PAMELA ROYCE | Year Posted 2015

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Sunrise Surprise, An Easter Story

Sunrise Surprise, An Easter Story

Hi. My name is Mary Magdalene, a close friend and follower of Jesus.
My friends, Salome, Joanna, the other Mary, and I visited the tomb of Christ.
We went to simply apply fragrances and spices, a routine and customary  task.

There was nothing special about the Sunday after his death; or so we thought.
Jesus had taught  us about fantastic things happening in the future;  but like  every one of his followers, we never really understood  many things.

As we approached the site, we wondered about the heavy stone.
We quizzed each other saying, “Who will remove the stone for us?”
As we drew closer, to our surprise, we discovered that the stone was already removed.  A little later,  there were two men telling us that Jesus’ body was not there.  Such news was not simply surprising , but very intriguing and disturbing.

Can you imagine how and what we felt about Jesus’ body not being there?
We were afraid, but the two men told us to go and tell the eleven disciples.
There was another man we assumed to be a gardener, but then he called my name. I was at once convinced that it was Jesus when he spoke and said, “Mary”. So we hurried along and proceeded to tell the disciples what we had experienced.

Cj03212016 Bible; PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016