(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)
For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe
And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By enduring the “Weighing of the Heart”
With Toth’s oversight we’ll see whether
My heart weighs true against Truth’s feather
Should it fall short the beast will devour
My soul to oblivion in my final hour
Yet should it measure straight and true
The Pylon opened I’ll be ushered through
And then I shall fall unto my knees
And pray that Osirus hears my pleas
That he acknowledge and clear my tears
And accept my soul for a thousand years
And cleanse said soul of all its scars
And make me one with the canopy of stars
And bless my children and my wife
That they may join me in the afterlife
Ooh what a confusion
Entering the world of spirituality, while
Keeping an eye on reality
As conclusion of this confusion
Reality has always been the illusion
John chapter 15 verse 12---
This is my commandment,
That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
There’s a wee Kirk overlooking the sea
Lowly and humble but special to me.
Inside is the font where I was baptized
The aisle where I walked with joy in my eyes
The altar we faced when making our vows
With God watching o’er us, then as of now
The brilliant stained windows to Peter and Paul
Shedding their light of peace over all
There in the nave a white marble plaque
Honouring the ones who never came back
But of all of these pleasures that I want to share
Is the presence of love that waits for one there.
Contest: The Church by the Ocean
Sponsor: Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~
Written by : Margaret Foster Sept 26th 2011
If you mess with me
You're messing with an anointed pedigree
I follow God
He knows that I am flawed
Who He loves
How He wants me to pray
Who he sends my way
I'll invite in my life with open arms
I won't forsake Him
Just as He won't forsake me
I know His Son died for me
Just knowing that alone has me in tears
Knowing that He loves me enough
To sacrifice His Son
God is my Lord
Jesus is my Savior
The Father of the Savior
Has given up his Son so that I may live free of Sin
Knowing that I can talk to Him anytime, any day, anywhere
Has me dropping to my knees
I pour my soul and heart into every prayer
I know He hears all I say
Most times He'll answer my prayer easily
Other times I have to work for the answer
In the end everything is going to be alright
Because I love Him and He love me
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
A grain of sand fell from my hand
It came from a mountaintop to be part of this land
It was driven by water to the ocean below
Then washed upon the land to be what I know
It never gives up and it never complains
As it’s slowly made into dirt to feed the terrains
It will nourish and protect all that grow
Bringing life to flourish, where none was before
In Gods creation, all it asks is simply to be
Why can’t I be more like thee?
In ancient times when knights were bold,
They dressed in armor, so we're told.
When they went out to face their foe,
Their armor protected them head to toe.
Christians we must do the same,
Or be struck down by Satan's aim.
His flaming arrows fly all around,
Intending to knock us to the ground.
So put on God's armor without delay,
We need His protection everyday.
For our struggle is not against what we can see,
But the powers of darkness are our enemy.
Stand firm then and dress with all haste,
Start with truth buckled 'round your waist.
Satan fights dirty by spreading lies,
But the belt of God's truth will make us wise.
Next is the Breastplate of Righteousness,
That God provides for all who are His.
It's the righteousness of Christ covering you,
That the evil one cannot stand up to.
Now cover your feet with the readiness of,
Sharing God's gospel of peace and love..
Take the Shield of Faith and keep it near,
To deflect Satan's arrows of confusion and fear.
Place the Helmet of Salvation firmly on your head,
It will keep Satan's lies from filling you with dread.
He wants to make you doubt your salvation is sure,
But the helmet will guard your mind and keep you secure.
Your armor is complete, but now you need a sword,
So take the Sword of the Spirit, the Word of the Lord.
God's Word is sufficient to defend or attack.
With God's Word in your heart you can hold Satan back.
With your armor in place and your Sword in your hand,
Be strong in the Lord and in His power stand.
And pray in the Spirit at all times and all ways,
Cause the enemy trembles when Saints start to pray!
Based on Ephesians 6:10-18
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Last night I bore a troubled heart
And prayed the Lord His peace impart...
And dreamt I then of fancy things
Of angel's wings, and Queens, and Kings
Of pirate ships and maidens fair
With emerald eyes and golden hair...
Then, flying there on wings of thought
Was quickened homeward sleeping brought
And woke instead to cold of morn
With worries lurking still forlorn...
Then, while sipping coffee's wake
Did by the garden respite take
And playing there I spied two fox
like stooges wearing reddened locks...
I prayed the Lord to spare my grief
And woke today to comic relief!
Timothy I. Brumley
“Act of God”
Past all understanding somewhere deep within,
A desperate need to realize something must begin,
Can't touch it with your finger, you must sense it with your heart
Life’s lessons take a lifetime few chosen vessels start.
To comprehend forgiveness, to feel mercy fall like rain,
Could never live within us had we not suffered pain.
Took a lifetime to discover, so long to understand
LOVE is the only act of GOD that we can do as man.
So love without abandon, just give and never ask
Be free from fear forevermore, discard the stifling mask
That keeps you from your destiny, that robs you of your peace,
God made you such a lovely soul, when will that self doubt cease?
Fear tells you you must keep it, Gods shows you… give it all
Your choice to live with open hearts one ransomed from the fall
Truth calls for you to hold her and embrace her child named Joy,
Hear these words, oh dear one please, my broken heart implores
To look into the cosmic mirror, find Christ in one's own soul
To hear these distant longings, see life’s mysteries unfold
Behold the love unseen; hear the whispers of one's heart
To gain true treasure sought of kings...now's the only time to start.
Lawrence Schrank and Caron Balman
( the 30 year poem)
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
On the day I was born a band of demons rejoiced in hell.
Under Satan's spell, I grew into a man with an empty shell.
Darkness still hangs over me like a stormy black cloud.
I thrive on violence, and silence can often be so loud!
I enjoy the smell of decomposed skin, and the taste of afterbirth!
My energy is fueled by my sin and I've come to terrorize earth!
Many angelic beings have tried to put an end, an end to my demonic crime.
My foes can't seem to comprehend how I travel back through time.
I've worn the crown of destruction, and I continue to conquer the lands.
Without bloodshed I can't function, so I need blood to drip from my hands!
I bathe in hell's flames, and bargain for souls by fulfilling peoples fantasies.
I am called many names, but Antichrist is what the Bible has labeled me!
Soon I'll unite the world's governments, and put my face on all currency.
The mass media will be my instruments, and I'll have the world fooled to believe in
I'll have all people under my control, and flood the world with sex and drugs like
I'm determined to win every soul, for that is my goal, and I'll hold all the answers!!
A is for Angels who guard us night and day.
B is for Blessings that God sends our way.
C is for Church, a body of believers.
D is for Devil, that hateful deceiver.
E is for Eternal Life Christ purchased with His blood.
F is for Faith in God to keep us from giving up.
G is for Grace, God's undeserved favor.
H is for Heaven, our future home forever.
I is for Incarnation, God became a man.
J is for Jesus, the Son of God, the Great I Am.
K is for Kingdom, God's kingdom will never end.
L is for Love, on God's love we can depend.
M is for Miracles, wondrous things only God can do.
N is for New Birth - if you'll believe in Jesus, you'll be born anew.
O is for Obedience, God's Word we must obey.
P is for Promises, God keeps the ones He's made.
Q is for Quick,our Lord is quick to forgive our sin.
R is for Resurrection, Jesus died but rose again.
S is for Scripture, God's love letter to you and me.
T is for the Truth we'll find if the Scriptures we will read.
U is for Unity, in Christ we are united as one.
V is for Victory, through Jesus our battles are won.
W is for Worship, our God is worthy of honor and praise.
X is for X-alt the Lord with voices and hands raised.
Y is for Yahweh, the Hebrew name for God, so holy.
Z is for Zeal, a fervent devotion to God wholly.
This is just a taste of the treasure you will find,
If you will read and study God's holy Word divine.
For Cyndi's Z is for Zariah ABC Couplet contest.
Is Jesus in a box, hmmm…, let’s see,
Jesus in a six sided container? That’s hard to visualize for me.
Who’d put him in? Better yet, who’d take him out?
Is he really in there? That could cast some serious doubt.
What a tidy package is your Jesus in a box.
Would you have your Jesus dressed, or only in socks?
If “Jack” looked ridiculous in his spring loaded box,
would that mean Jesus should wear similar frocks?
How would we get him to far flung destinations?
Would UPS carry him without preparations?
Would he be bathed before he was laid inside?
“Cleanliness is next to Godliness.” Recall the aside?
If you brought some vocal atheists to this table,
surely they’d sponsor legislation for a Biohazardous label?
Would Jesus still be relevant in Antarctica or the Sahara?
Remember they were late comers to a Christian era.
So I’m thinking, Jesus is not in a box, as far as I can tell.
If he was, it would likely be his permanent “death knell.”
For me, I like things the way they currently exist.
Jesus in a box, no, that’s just not something I’d like to mix.
For the Jesus in a box contest.
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands.
One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised.
This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise.
They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made.
With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed.
Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air
Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer
I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request
Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request
That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life
Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
I ponder a purpose from above
I really could use some of his love
Searching from deep within
I wonder how things will end
If I could shed a single ray of light
This would bring me smiles of delight
If a smile to a child I could bring
My heart would feel fresh as spring
Coming to the aid of one in need
This is how my heart seems to feed
Wiping a tear from a soulful heart
Helps keep me from falling apart
If my life has not been in vain
Why then do I suffer this pain
I am still lost on this planet we call earth
Why have I been this way since birth
Edward J. Ebbs - Spring 2006
True joy is to hold a newborn child
Their God's gift to make you smile
you'll never find more earthly worth
then two souls joining who give birth
Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle
for these new parents it's their child
To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide
They do it all with a smile and pride
All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy
Unequaled by any store bought toy
The richest people, you'll see around
Are playing with children on the ground
Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air
Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"
Eternal life begins with baptism
It continues through death and have no end
Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer
Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air
Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands
My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans
So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word,
to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised
Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised.
They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made
With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed.
I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose,
with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse.
This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run
So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun
I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use
My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse
In this mirror, you can hear the child
in a tall grass field and running wild
The timothy grass hides this boy from view
Your watching, and wondering, is that you
Too few summers, with many lessons to learn
from earth, deer, trout, eagle and fern
As student's we gain and strengthen our voice
for the path we follow in life, is our choice
Take joy in this journey but, leave no track
If Mother Earth cries, then you can't go back
I see in this mirror, that the child has grown
a man,now stands strong, to hunt on his own
As he ventures through this forest of strife
making choices that affect generations of life
Pray that his choices weren't guided by greed
Mother Earth cried, the "Great Spirit" takes heed
50 years of choices, in this generation's reign
Tears come to my eyes, I feel Mother Earth's pain
Man's greed and arrogance spoiled water, air, sky and land
Mother Earth, I see is crying, poisoned by human hand
With grand-children sick, from this contamination of earth
I ask grand-father's guidance, that he return Mother's mirth
Man has stopped listening, he's only guided by greed
Are only deaf people listening, I keep planting the seed
I need your strength and wisdom to guide me along
without fear of what's coming, my relations are strong
Now I see in the mirror, an elder in white
This mirror fades to darkness, I pray for the light
for "The Rhyming Game" contest
The mirror doesn't lie!
Are we people seeking answers to our lives, hopes and dreams?
From beginnings of our youth, we're taught to plot and scheme
In life we learn to make our place and to maximize our dreams
We work to pay our way, or are we paying for others schemes?
To respect all of the people, who seek prominence and wealth
Learn from leaders of this world, and stack the hand you're dealt
Your worth and happiness are found by seeking wealth in coin
only a few can take but, all must pay, it's all in the club you join
You sell your smile's for a dollar, and your freedom for your joy
Fact is your still building monuments for coin collectors to enjoy
Leaders use people in this world, for labor as a remote control toy
push a button, pull the stick, to control each women, man and boy
Is their similarity, of life and history we've learned from all our books?
This life you've led, was it the plan to leave our children on the hook?
It's said we can learn from our past, to avoid making the same mistake
less intelligence then the ape man, as we teach mistakes not to make
Having the same ideas, of our worth, as when Jesus walked this earth
Do you think the value of our life, is the number of coins we are worth?
Think you've missed the meaning of this journey, ever since your birth?
Our journey is to learn and teach, all the children, not to take the mirth.
In his words, the circle of life is to be followed by heaven, as we all know
with an eternal peace, happiness and joy, without pain, suffering or woe
Instead of chasing coin and following false leaders like herds of sheep
spread destruction and defile the air, sea and land for more coins to heap
Shouldn't we prepare to enter Heavens gate, if this is what we seek?
There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law
Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall
When desires flower amidst the fields of singing lily throngs
And sin, with its razors edge, is a foregone ancient song
It is a place by streams of life, where marigolds do thrive
Where misty aqua canopies supply pleasures to our lives
Then luscious verve and greenery on mountaintops do grow
And pleasures we past put aside, no longer do forgo
Here, patchwork friendships sawn asunder are seamlessly re-sewn
And trees of men and sapling sons for times long lost atone
Oh, how I long for these dear times when nations breathe as one
When frozen tongues of languages have melted in the Son
No pain, no sickness, no sullen thoughts - no lurking death to fear
To see the work of one’s own hands, for all eternity to cheer
This passionate air, this prospect true, this paradise re-claim
Oh, how I strive to walk the path to see this righteous reign
"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light
Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession
Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory
The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word
The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail
The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur
The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder
With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell
The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around
But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings
The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave
As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.
Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.
Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful,
and get on my knees to pray.
He said to trust in His mercy,
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice,
of His words I take heed.
For Christ is The Bread from Heaven,
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.
The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.
Christ has risen,
Yes, it's true!
Through Him, all things
have been made new!
There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.
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5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday
"What is truth?" Pilate plainly asked,
if a relative lens is one's looking glass.
What's right for you is different for me.
We haven't the same perfect eyes to see.
Do we seek to define our own,
when who could know truth but God alone?
How can one know which truth is right,
if holding a broken glass and not viewing with light?
How do we know God really exists?
The answer's written on our fingerprints.
We are made in His perfect image,
but the curse of sin reveals the damage.
A moral conscience is painted within.
It becomes more tainted the more we sin.
Where is the standard, if our conscience is led?
Some are soft, while others are hardened.
It's okay to murder the innocent,
an ignorant mob was convinced.
The bible says murder's a sin.
Is it THE Word, or a cultural spin?
Jesus claims," I am THE way, THE truth, THE life."
But people sometimes give this strife.
What sets Him apart from all the others?
He's the only one that saves without works.
God came down, as Jesus in humility.
He reaches to us, while others seek to reach.
Who is this God people try to understand?
What is our purpose, and what is His plan?
This is a great mystery, revealed in prayer.
Is truth found in Jesus, or elsewhere?
"What is truth?" people still ask today.
Where are you going, and who leads the way?
As for the origin of holidays, I'm definitely not very smart.
I am a Catholic Christian, speaking simply from my heart.
Concerning Christmas and Easter, we have been doubly blessed.
We have experienced the great Love of God made manifest!
Christmas is the holiday that celebrates our Savior's birth,
The day God chose to send His Perfect Love to earth!
On Easter we remember the gift of His life, death, and resurrection.
We wait with hope in His return, with His Holy Spirit our connection!
As our Blessed Mother Teresa shared concerning love for God,
Be faithful in your service to Him wherever you may trod.
Whether you are Hindu, Christian, Muslim, or Jew,
The Creator of us all holds us with His Love so true!
How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven?
We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven.
We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair.
We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there.
In looking back to find just how this love of ours began
I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan.
I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me.
And all this time together would be less than destiny.
I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so –
He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go.
He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there
To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer.
I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road
Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load.
We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here
Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year?
Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey
I was truly inspired by my Pastor's insightful sermon today!
I didn't even try to sneak a snooze or let my mind go astray!
He spoke of Ezekiel, Isaiah, Daniel and all the prophets of old.
Could be said 'twas a "prophet-sharing" seminar he preached to his fold!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Means House of Bread
Papa Adam and Mama Eve's third son
Obam- a ll entrepreneurs wish to know
Why you think they didn’t grow their business they did sow?
Obam-a lot of people want to ask
Do you want freedom of religion to be a thing of the past?
Obam-a many an illegal wants to thank your moxie
Will you often bypass the written law without proxy?
Obam-a change in health care is not free
What price will it ultimately be?
Obam-a s you promised paths to alternative synergy
Where is the solar and wind energy?
Obam- a lot of people are still unemployed
How can you fill this need to work void?
Obam- a time to give big companies our money
Why can’t a hardworking man give a gift to his honey?
Obam- a re YOU going to make things improve
When will you find a President for all Americans grove?
Richard J. Long (September 2012)
There is always a reason
Why things happen
some may pray
believe as you wish
life is the main dish
you may even hate me
just don’t hang me from tree
how we live is our choice
you may hear your god’s voice
live and let live that’s my life
see you in the afterlife
I have found myself in a
This situation has me in a great
I find myself walking to a
What way will have a place
for a sinners load
If I take one path, make one
I may lose power, volume
inside my voice
What do I do, oh what do I do
Which path ahead, only is true
Uncertainty whirling inside my
I have walked the path and
God, I have plead
Hear my soul manifesting from
Help me to find my only worthy
So I can find love, that is sent
Any other love, not sent from
Will bring me down and lead
Who can I look to in this all so
I know I am not practiced
bowing on my knee
Having this feeling of faith
inside my plea
But hear me God if just for this once
Fill my heart with your loving guidance
MEN OF GOD
Kenya is a Godly nation
Check on any TV station
Starts at dawn and goes all day
Teaching people how to pray
Then at night it's shilling serious
With the watchers drunk –delirious-
If you want the chance to pray
First you get the chance to pay
“Men of God,” my colleague swilled--
“Deserve a special God-rate bill.
When I do a job for them
Charge them twenty not just ten.”
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/01/12 Juja, Kenya Africa
What happens when you lose your will?
When the thrill of life spills out of your heart
When the world seems like you're living in the dark
What happens when you forget to pay a bill?
And you don't know what you'll eat today
But you go to work and smile anyway
Who will care when you go to bed sad?
When your head hits the pillow, won't you be glad
When the day is over and you can reflect
On your life and dreams that you can protect
Then God enters your dream and you have a healing
The next day you realize there is a new feeling
Your heart, your soul are in a positive space
The sunshine is beaming off of your face
When you lose your will and don't know what to do
Trust in the Lord because he loves you.
It doesn't take much, but more than a little,
to reach out and solve sin's riddle.
The sadness and pain that blankets this Earth,
will Never be as strong as Jesus' Birth.
God, we know that we're Never Alone,
so let us be Filled, your Holy Spirit in our every bone.
You are the Faith and Hope and Love,
and let us share it, straight from Above.
In the end, all that will matter is You,
I pray that we may share this Truth.
Help us to spread your Joy and Selflessness,
and find Balance and Purpose.
May we have your Divine insight,
and all of our life,
Spread Your Light.
feeds a creed.
I come to you with a broken spirit and an open mind,
Seeking your wisdom and ties that bind,
Asking for nothing more than a comforting hand,
A place for this drifter to safely land,
But you turn me away because of your own defects
Quoting me phrases from an ancient text,
Never seeking to read what was actually written,
Barking and biting at what has already been bitten,
A slave to your own blindness you will not even deign,
To listen to a truth which your tainted ear may profane,
I'm still speaking, yet you have not heard,
The sound of my voice nor the depth of my words,
Like drawings in the sand your thoughts ebb away,
Leaving a clean slate for ignorance to prey.
No jingles, no bells
in silence you came.
No shopping hype,
holy was the night.
No cannons, red carpets,
you came as child,
to bring us close to Father,
on this silent night.
Saul or St. Paul went to the Witch of Endor
To get her to conjure up Samuel from the dead.
Partial to a summer's day
Never left the winter's play
Foolish each and every walk
Never giving in to talk
Finally down on bended knee
He spoke only just to me;
Invest soul'ly in me my loving son,
Find your dividends multiplied a ton
Partial to a winter's pray
Never left the summer's day
Third Glorious Mystery
The descent of the Eternal Holy Spirit
The first murderer in human history
According to the Bible
Satan is the prince of the air
Zeus the god of the sky.
Even a rifle wont make him die.
Hera is his wife.
The god of marriage supporting life.
All religion is thesame
calling their soveign with a name
All religion claims to a deity
servi him because he is mighty
All religion claims to be the right believe
faithfuly following and not decieve
All religion try to explain life after death
to appease man spirit as they leadeth
All religion have sets of believe
which they claim to recieve
All religion promise a reward for man's deeds
to protect and provide for man's needs
All religion dislike other religion
breeding war against religion
Naught was stirring as I slumbered tight
A dream came over me as I woke with a fright
There stood a man dressed white as snow
His robes they were lit with an eerie glow
You can ask any question, so what will it be?
The answer will come from one greater than me
I simply asked; what would god have me do?
A voice from above thundered loud and true
Keep my commandments is all that I ask
The more time passes the more demanding the task
Compared to a snake that slithers and slides,
A tongue with a fork, he hisses and hides.
He's patiently waiting, he envies our death.
A mind fueled by sloth, and wrath on his breath.
He traps using snares, with sin as a curse.
He's evil and sly, his charm is rehearsed.
We're tempted by lust, gluttony and greed.
These actions are food, he needs it to feed.
Preventing the peace, his mission is clear.
To cause us all pain, our joy is his fear.
He covets our souls, to pride his command.
To enflame our hate, and rule as he planned.
He's tortured and burning in fires below,
A place for the wicked, a place without snow.
Deciphered as Lucifer, an angel that fell.
Only Gods' chosen people, the righteous prevail.
Prayer through kindness, and loving with care.
Shining swords of the saints, thrusted up in the air.
- Yours Truly
Psalm 22 foretells the crucifixion of Jesus or Father Christ
And lots would be cast for his clothes.
Echoes ring from Ancients, past
To warn beyond the shadows cast
Faith has grown too dim to see
While lulled in sway by treachery
Vipers plunder through the night
And man will fall without a light
As day by weary day the truth is bent
Prophets decree, “Repent, repent!”
Times are such as one may be lost
When the soul forgets salvation’s cost
The prophet Isaiah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be born of a virgin.
Should I raise my hope and pray more,
now that I’d lost almost everything to the shore?
As I paddled my feet in the endless sea,
I asked for mercy but could He hear me?
And when I found myself drowning down,
would He ignore me with a frown?
To the alley of death I sunk down whole
would He care and save this sinful soul?
Within this hand, held a knife –
that ever wondered where came the life.
Déjà vu settled on the faded scar –
that asked me how I made it this far…
Though finally ended up at the start,
dripped blood that parted the church from heart,
that tore the spirit from heaven, left burning hell
I asked for mercy, He just didn’t hear well…
Introduction: Sometimes your life sinks down a little,
And when it does try and fight for Islam and have faith in Allah,
ask for His divine guidance, believe and respect everyone,
don't hold any grudge against someone,
forgive them and surrender completely to Allah
And believe in His graceful light.
Don't fall apart,
When light fades away
Look deep in your heart,
Allah will aid your way
Nothing feels wrong,
While nature sings song
Days go along,
Until we're gone
Just learn to heed
And you will forgive.
Simeon told Mother Mary
A sword would pierce her heart.
The holeyer the jacket,
the holier the jack.
The prophet Zechariah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be sold for 30 pieces of silver
Too often, a simple X-ray
makes militant atheists pray.
The Liturgy of the Hours
Draws mainly from the Biblical book of Psalms
Witchcraft, sorcery, and divination are not condemned by the Bible
The bible equates these abominations with murder
Please give me the strength to get through another day
I need your help and guidance I pray
You have always been there when I need you and don't know what to do
So I ask please give me what I need to get through
And I will always have this special love in my heart for you
Copyright © 2012
(up from our knees)
Thank you Lord from whence
we came and yet to be
For within lies the glory of
YOU in all of thee
Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don't...it's the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment.
Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white
Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright
Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long
Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged
Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go
Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow
Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don’t forget
Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret
Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back
Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track
Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies
Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life
One day we see one light that brings in so much hope
It shows one true love, in a whole new view
That day may be today, reading this here and now
These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile
A smile which won't leave off today
As we all know it's a brand new day.
Bringing out the light from the dark
Expunge evil from a makers mark
God cleanse it, the deftness aptly applied
Dumbness and deafness, captured astride
Too daft to get it, to pray, instead let it
Too deep inside, eating, without the wit
To see the honest truth
See yourself to the booth
I just want to convey my sorrow to the Lord
Surely to rescue me He will be glad to nod
I do not possess greed or any bad desire
I know they will burn me like forest-fire
I only pray for a kind heart that loves
A mind to convert home out of house
I never make a long list of demands
As I know will ever bless His hands
I need not give Him instructions to follow
He knows the horoscope of every fellow
As far as I am concerned, God is noble
He will remove fully his devotee's trouble
God is the boss who cancels loss
He ever helps those following laws
God alone can never at all be cheated
He who cheats will get surely defeated
Walk toward God taking just one step
He will take ten steps to offer you help
God alone will never try to blackmail
Prayer told will surely save without fail.
From: Governor Silva, Lucias Flavius
To: Commander, Legio X "Fretensis"
The Judean slaves finally finished the assault ramp.
Order the centurions to roust the legionnaires from each camp.
Give each of your legionnaires extra water and a double ration,
Then assemble the squares and set them in motion.
The last of the defenders are cowering behind the wall.
Well before nightfall, I should expect Masada fortress to fall.
Among Eleazar Ben Yair's Zealots are Sicarii assassins,
So ensure that each prisoner taken is searched for hidden weapons.
Capture as many as you can of them to be sold for slaves;
But toss all their dead off the cliffs--don't bother digging graves.
It may still be awhile before the Tenth Legions rotates back home;
When that day comes, I'm sure Vespasian will honor you all before Rome.
What has he done there in a million pieces
gone before his time not waiting for Jesus
thinking gone to his heaven learned on lies
It is simple obvious no need of spies
blood and body parts arrayed roughly on the ground
signs common sense and a plain wisdom abound
Gods word in a book I read it unshaven
the world is flat and leaves go to a haven
When the dew drops gather and drop as fallen rain
As the night’s fog lifts its blanket of gray
When the first light of morning’s sun gives ray
I awake to face yet another glorious day
Be the cheerful light that shines
Give the best to all that you find
Speak the words of grace divine
Let your worries diminish and be you kind
Hold close abreast your love for Lord
Work for truth so true you may afford
Sing the praises of who made thee
Worship in spirit and God will not flee
Give unto others as your journey unfolds
Bless your children with stories told
Play the child’s game of bluff blindfold
And in your old age the child will console
To live your moments in testament of faith
Help the less and praise the Great
For in so doing befriended as first mate
The grace of thy neighbor knows thee by name
Your walk in the Lord his kingdom to gain
History always does repeats itself in an unexpected manner
This dates far back to the Israelites in the wilderness God fed with manna
After six hundred years since we heard a pope resigned
This year brings back the history; The Pope unexpectedly resigned
Whatever may be the reason, everybody has personal divergent opinions
Last time we checked, he was the head of Catholic faithful numbering 1.3 billion.
Even if all should pass away with the doctrine of the church gone
Christianity will always forever remain the hand-work of our God
Different things are bound to always happen that many do not expect
God will forsake his church, that’s one thing many ought not to expect
The key to heaven given to peter does not have a duplicate unlike normal key
In times of tribulation and confusion one thing is for sure; Jesus is the only key.
There is freedom of religion as embedded in the constitution
What happens when the church becomes a center of prostitution?
Too many countless churches; may be what Jesus Had was last lunch
No matter what the constitution constitutes; in the beginning there was one church
What happened to the one church? Nobody cares to ask that rhetorical question
All said and done; do we serve the same God? That’s all to this rhetorical question.
Well I live in magnificent splendour
I am honoured wherever I go
I sit in my ivory tower
And pass judgement on all those below
I criticise government actions
Though nobody elected me
I always want more and I cadge from the poor
My organisations tax-free
I criticised all bankers bonus
Shout for more equal shares of the pot
In reality we are far richer
And what’s more were keeping the lot
I preach that we are all equal
And demand laws that heed what I say
But I’m just a snob for your barred from top job
If you’re female or worse still your gay
Who am I? Have I got you guessing?
Well believe me I have no remorse
For the habit I have of cross-dressing
I am an Archbishop of course!!!!!!!!!!
Witchcraft, sorcery, and divination are not condemned by the Bible
The bible equates these abominations with murder
Look up and imagine it to be
To imagine we all must be free
Kiss earth goodbye and just fly
Free as a bird you'll probably cry
Deep love of God opens for one
Who gives it all, for all and for none
Altruistic to the bitter baited end
Charity with heart, better amends
Die broke with love in your heart
To be free in every way, part
Give openly and maybe you'll get
In heavens gates, with little regret
December 18th I felt the urge to cry
I felt like taking my life
Giving all back to my Creator at once
Saying "what's done is done"
I walked in the cold hours on end
Contemplating death as a sin
I wanted to talk to someone about my pain
But If I told them of my feeling would they think of me as insane?
Still searching for something to gleam about
Hoping something innocent and beautiful will take me out of this slouch
Rescue and deliver me from this evil tenure
Convince me that I'm not the worlds biggest sinner
As the blood drips over the bridges edge
Should I step further and plummet into this river instead?
The prophet Micah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be born in Bethlehem
< left behind
I truly understand
" God's" choice in plan
for " He " needs bigger wings
to carry all my things
and when those clouds spread eagle
it will become finalized and legal
my final destination
will be "Heaven's" sensation
and the reunion will be nil
with family and friends lying still
so for now I'll wait
for my sweet "Lord" to set the date
to return for only me
in clouds more of three
Left Behind Contest
Family I know has a boy about ten
A true story of what happened to them
Twas the Christmas season, shopping downtown
A store full of people running around
Decorations in the department store
A nativity scene on the main floor
The ten year old stopped and gave it a stare
Then he said, “Mom and Dad, Look over there”
“There’s a box with baby Santa in it?”
People over heard him giggled a bit
For just the right words to say, Dad did search
Then said, “It’s time we start going to church”
Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…
A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune
By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room
Only a few hours was the night; so young
Where for the first time, she opened her eyes,
While by her side her dearly loved one
For the last time, closed her teary eyes
Father held her near and resounded to her cry;
But all mother could share was, this lullaby –
The long last beep from the ECG
Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye
Happiness and sadness broke through the night
With streams of tears for mother’s plight;
She never had the chance to hold her close
But left precious prayers that never left her side
As she came down to their hearts
Her soul flew up high apart,
The transfer of two lives through one,
Their journey was complete and done
Caught within that reverie
He conveyed the Azaan through her ears,
In the wake of such irony
He fell down to prostrate in tears
When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend
O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan,
Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights
To a new beginning – she set off to write.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.
The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.
When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there
Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar
The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why
Take comfort in the thought
That you probably won’t be caught
God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won
Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail
What would Jesus do,
If he were you?
Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?
It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions
The problems we face
Are ours to erase
God only measures as high
As your will to survive
SAVIOUR CHURCH, GRIBOYEDOVA CANAL, ST. PETERSBURG
In defiance of its Soviet museum-death
Reflected in water moved by God’s breath
The five-domed Saviour church gives
Hope, for its bulbous gold dome yet lives
Silent spheres sing of new life glowing
With gold-edged scales reflecting, showing
In watery swaying flashes
Like shoals of precious trembling fishes
Each scalloped wavelet free of bondage
A floating rocking hollow image
Each preserving part of dome
Like cell-life survivors, seeking home,
Always dividing, always merging,
A breath behind them always urging
Each insubstantial golden sliver,
This restless gilt amoeba-river.
Passing boat’s wake - the song of cupola,
The surface is alive from passing gondola
Shimmering millioned changing shapes
Countless gold-coin waterscapes
Myriad miracles – smithereens of gilt -
Tremulous treasure, shining spilt
Water calms from images manifold
To cells quiescent, edged in gold.
They coalesce. From many are spun one
Music of the sphere living in the sun
Of God’s golden dome - museum dead -
By the life-giving saviour water of canal fed.
Ever watched how a reflection of a church or other object in moving water produces small swirling part-images, each undefined but still clearly part of the object's image? It's fascinating.
A church can have a good foundation but actually have no walls
For it breathes inside the hearts of man and lives when spirit calls
So look inside and see it there in every man that walks the earth
Planted like a seed in us when the good Lord gave us birth
God gives the choice to let it grow as a flower or a weed
And choose the former of the two and to his word take heed
Keep your ego in its place and have the courage to speak peace
If we did this as a whole the hatred would decrease
The church is there to remind us of things we already know
So if your lost in a crazy world get up that Sunday and go
I awoke in the morning to a different world
From the world I'd left, they'd find it absurd
To alls past acclaim, on Calvary Hill
It was not he who bled, but a woman's spill
She, the daughter, of a long loved king
To him now lost, what does his tomorrow bring
Naked to bare, cast amongst others
Was it so bad that she now smothers
Crowned of thorns, sorrow postured be
Never should ones icons, be as we see
In any world that this event was undertaken
No matter the cause, believed, now forsaken
Yet nothing was indifferent it was the same old nails
That held her to post, yet the same people wailed
Days turned to decades, centuries now having past
Then I awoke the next day, not even aghast
Baby don’t give up the hope
You know hope is God’s rope!
Under God's steeple
Just reach out
Stomp Holler Shout
Let one know
They're Loved So
Show Em Representation
Tell Em their doing a great job
Never call them a big fat slob
Lend them your ear
Help wipe their tears
Illuminate their thoughts
Help them with their sought
Open new doors
Let less fortunate sleep on maple floors
Spare a dime
For you commuted no crime
Break bread if you must
For in God we trust
So beautiful people shine on
Come join all in this Heavenly bond
Only an idol that falls
turns out false.
Where from Here
How would we find light by embracing the dark
All the hate and fear men seem to embark
We know this in our hearts but still raise our sword
Gods given a peaceful loving world that we should always move toward
The world we create is from a sick and broken mind
If our egos don’t soften it will be the end of mankind
Eons of hate passed down through the ages
Taught to our children given rise to unknown rages
If we look to God we can break the bonds of this fear
And finally live as one and joyfully see clear
For life is meant to work and this is Gods plan
For there has been love in our hearts since all life began
It’s not letting God in but it’s letting Him out
For he is part of us all and you can’t live in doubt
The pulse of the universe lives in every beating heart
This loving creation that we all are apart
So lets put all else aside and make peace our dream
And rise up to faith and become one with the unseen
Copyright 2011 4/1/2011
What can make you whole again
scrub you clean and be your friend,
What can change your heart’s desire
Burn away the old with a blazing fire,
What can change the way you think,
Become your treasured, missing link,
What can restore the years of trauma,
Give you strength and bran new armor,
What can give you eternal peace,
Tame the ancient, ravenous beast,
What can rectify all your sin,
Cover you with gold from within,
What can rebuild all the devastations,
repair your oldest complications,
What can make the rivers flow,
Wash you white as snow,
What can change the color in your eyes,
Reveal all the years of hidden lies,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
By: Sabina Nicole
Where would you like to be buried they asked
Well really that’s not my concern
It won’t bother me if I’m under a tree
Or stuck on a shelf in an urn
Tell me what kind of a casket you’d like
Cardboard or wicker or oak
Put me in a sack for I won’t be back
Nobody laughed at my joke
Tell us what music you’d like us to play
By me it would never be heard
Not music said I at the end of the day
I would just like the song of a bird
Tell us what prayers should we pray for your soul
I tried hard to stifle my mirth
I don’t have a soul, just dig a big hole
And let me go back to the earth
I have seen what religion has done to the world
With it’s misery, murder and dread
I despised all religion for all of my life
Don’t force it on me when I’m dead
Don’t patronise me with a guy in a frock
With a mitre a cross and a crook
Demanding that fools live by his kind of rules
That he reads from a dusty old book
Religion has not took control of my life
Or though this may sound a bit odd
I’ve been blessed with the love of a wonderful wife
And for that much at least I thank God
" The other way around, not now, by God's grace
not hiding but seeking your face.
Hating what I did, pray for strength to live,
Lord the sin, I would, God forbid.
Thy sword Holy slay from inside,
via thy Spirit, I am mortified.
Now in light, hating the dark vice,
The old man is dead, crucified with Christ.
Faith forebears past a new creature,
enemies once: Now a preacher.
Hating the very things, I use to lust for,
Distaining thought is gain no more.
Like tin in fire, burnt the earthly desires,
even the smoke rise no higher.
To refuse the evil, and choose the good
of a verse; Would not, now I would. "
Amazing grace is my soul’s sweetest story.
I found my faith in Him… at the cross of Calvary.
Amazing grace, my redeemer’s rhapsody,
I saw eternal life, listening to this melody.
Amazing grace leads my spirit’s saintly sound,
And raised my sinking soul from the gory ground
Amazing grace gave life its sweet rendition.
Through heaven’s spiritual gift, you brought redemption.
Amazing grace! The angels hail hosanna.
Let me be in the blessed band to sing hallelujah!
Amazing grace! God bestowed glow and glory.
Love raised Christ from death to change my sorry story
Amazing grace is the spring of life and love.
It flows to man from that glorious garden above
Cognitive ability beyond educated theory
The strive to know, the strive to grow
People like planets, grouped into galaxies
Knowledge constantly streaming, truths and fallacies
Misunderstanding turns into conflict
Religion tried to solve this, the results have been... mixed
Silly planet people don't they know that many galaxies make up one universe?
I know this message is mostly ignored but I will never cease to sing this verse
Indulgences Indulgence my clementine murder sublime your father sold you for a dime for some wine and a pair of shoes lost in the wine of the purgatories blues you cried for grace but drowned in the rivers vine your father’s embrace he sold you for a dime catechism number nine died once for all your silver recalls a story Judas’s blood money a filthy pilfer
The crowns of glory
all not found holiness-weary -
all who refuse to be fools
reduced to devil's tools-
shall surely wear,
though after many a tear,
at the trumpet's blast
when the world breathes its last.
It's true that souls sin-ruptured
shall not with Christ be raptured
for they are brides not chaste,
having yielded to worldly taste.
So,brethren,rid selves of all stains
to reap all eternal gains.
“Served and protected by Natures blessings”
Perched upon the rocks, chapel sits so proud.
No sermons delivered, though honored so loud.
Ocean surrounded, doves perched on steeple.
Singing sweet hymns instead of people,
They serve another congregation you see.
Seagulls approach near chapel of the sea.
Other creatures from below swim around.
Securing charisma of belief abound.
Heaven shines down upon chapel in light.
Beacon from lighthouse shines within night,
Glorifying abundantly, love, peace and harmony,
Doves singing chorus heard as an odyssey.
Untouched by human subversion in decades,
Starlight Angels stand watch in guardian parades.
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Contest Name The Church By The Ocean
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Counting the days
And endless ways
To get to you
From this vantage point
Looking uphill, afar
To get to you
Uncertainty so sure
Walking to your
Marching, a beat
Willing shod slipping feet
Crossing land, borders,
Getting our minds
Around marching orders
Obstacles, blocks, rocks abound
Tumbling down by the trumpet sound
- More than that –
More than over-comers
Heeding the call,
Stumble and fall,
But get up,
(just like st. Paul)
Raising the dead
Stepping in purpose
And purpose in step…
Given his grace and will to be
Humble now on bended knee
Heavenly father, God I'm Free
Thank you then, for all you've given me
DARING TO COMPARE MODERN LIFE TO JOB
If you think it’s disrespect
And to me you do object
Remember each soul has its grief
Being judge is like a thief
How can one soul judge another
One will grieve the loss of mother
One will long for dying child
Neglected sister has gone wild
Each soul bears its crying pain
As ‘neighbors' keepers' we remain
Here to comfort those who suffer
Here to be their earthly buffer
As small children this we learn
but as we age so deftly spurn---
We're called to view each suffering face
And put ourselves in each one’s place.
Miss Mary Jane is constantly filled with joy,
she loves the lord but not as much as this boy
Her hopes are high, as she tries not to sigh
She wants to be happy and always see the light
but it reminds her of her pain and the constant fight
Everyone is happy as can be
But she doesnt understand and cannot see
This love that once dwelled within
is struggling to even feel a thing
Why be nice when they dont care
when you need someone and they arent there
She loves you God, you need to understand
She just needs some time to comprehend
Any one for the 8-10 to Allepo
His suicide lorry packed to the gunnels there hoisted on his own petard
another loved up modern muslim the stupid silly selfish silly bastard
What a waste one man in his white gown going to his death
a lot of passengers waiting there also wanting a last breath
Buses much better eighty eight in a bus pack em in it is for the best
welcomed sitting each one with there black comforting a suicide vest
Queues forming what sweating work here sheep queuing like mutton
taking people to heaven is hard work so careful mind the red button
Meeting death going to their beloved god and dreaming
me I cant stop laughing look my eyes they are streaming
Eternal Father saw the world
Depressed with the people He created
Destroying the world was His plan
So much sadness with people's sins
His Son, Jesus Christ stopped Him
Made a deal
He will go to earth
Take over for Him
Eternal Father agreed
Looked for a virgin
Angel Gabrielle saw Mary
Have found favor with God
Said she have no husband
Overshadowed with the Holy Spirit
She conceived and bear a son
She was to name Him Jesus
After she agreed
The angel departed
Me and My Wire
When whole life is on the wire,
Lord, don't let my life expire;
Every time when on wire kneel
Closer to God I always feel.
Hats had been flapping in the breeze
And behind me there were no trees;
Only thing left was wire and me;
By God, was I beckoned to be?
To reach an end there must be a start;
Never should have a change of heart;
Thank you God in who I do trust;
Even on wire when there was dust.
When God speaks
When God speaks no words are spoken
Bringing peace to our hearts that painfully stood broken
Moving in passion and resting in reason
This timeless love that breaths in every season
For what you know now you new before time began
Remembering our faith as a seed in every man
For you do not need to learn something that you already know
Rise up to your faith and let all darkness go
For science and faith are finally joining hands
Like a golden thread of love that runs through all the lands
For color, worship, and folklore have no place here
Returning to your future let our oneness come clear
So start your day with vigor and close it out with praise
And make God a knowing and see clear through all the haze
The last judgment will come
When Father Christ return in glory
4142014 CCC no. 1040
We sometimes sit and pray to the sky....
Asking God for his help at many times...
Our questions always heard and taken in...
Just not the right answers now and then...
We are taught as a child to stick with our faith...
To be kind and honest and love not hate...
Tested at times through this puzzle of days....
We will all rise to the top and survive in his ways...
The upturned eyes lets him know that you're calling.
The clasped together hands lets him know to start listening.
For you could be talking & never saying a word.
Just know that he who prays will always be heard.
Sing now my heart with brightest sheen.
For sorrows known have grown serene.
Now, memories of distant pasts
Absorb themselves in prayerful fasts.
And life becomes a holier place
When focus understands God’s grace –
Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
World Peace with a Whirl
What things make your mind start to spread?
Out and broaden while hearing what was said
Through the clammer and constant commotion
Mixed in with my love and much devotion.
When not prejudiced and unbiased you are
In all of the world, you will go infinitely far,
But if both are missing or lack one of these
This will prevent happiness caressed with world peace.
Don't take any of this lightly that I may say
For I hope soon there will come a day
When we will pray together on bended knees
And start reaping the rewards of world peace.
Jesus, Prince Of Peace…
you bring me to my knees
Your Glory, Beauty…
takes my breath from me
my hope lies in your Grace
draw me closer and live within
deliver me from a broken world
your love burns fire bright,
against the darkening of night.
Find Salvation in His Truth…
when tempted by their wicked charms
He wrote it down in black and white…
an invitation all a glow in living light
A declaration of His love…
purer then the whitest dove
A guide to show you the way…
to heavens gates and Eternity
go ahead with the the lies coming out of your mouth when you know that in the end the truth all comes out. everytime you go to bed, the demons awaken your soul to torcher and tear away what's left of your control. they'll tear you apart, don't underestimate the power of the dead when they just began to start. for each sin you've made comes another demon on the way. just remember there's no good in the world anymore, so there's no point in trying to lock your door. evil spelled backwards is live so evil is what we live for. don't try and deny it
because if you really think about it anyone can defy it.
I cant stand religion, and everything it means,
a bunch of greedy men in dresses waiting to strip your soul clean.
I cant stand church's, nor anything about them,
I tribute to a better life?, I think not, cos everything inside is broken.
I can't stand preachers, especially when they speak,
Preach to people like there the devil making them feel meek.
I can't stand tithing, whats that all about,
taking from the poor in the name of god when they struggle to feed themselves.
Religion is the judge, Church is the jail,
preachers are the wardens, and your tithing's are your bail.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
To the north thunder and lightning
To the south blue sky adjoining skies so frightening
We sit on the border between them feeling the balance of the two
For God moves in passion but also rests with you
The thunder is His passion the calm sky shows His peace
Life seems to unfold this way and in our hearts will put a crease
For in a moment our hearts feel thunder and in another comes our joy
Let us always smooth the crease and Gods love try to employ
For they will always stand together until the sun will shine no more
And always stand in gratitude when either comes to your door
Baby don’t leave the exam-hall
Before you receive God’s call!
Will Robin Williams Be Heaven Bound
To whole world, this had been quite a big blow;
Off to heaven, will Robin be bound to and go;
Instantly, body be buried after being prepped,
For God in heaven to successfully accept.
Beliefs people have often seem so strange;
Things are called emotionally and mentally derange;
Going to heaven, how should this affect your approach
Or on others thoughts and beliefs, does this encroach.
Not following procedure and being properly prepared
May make some people worry while others are scared;
So gracious God who I pray to each and every day
Please go ahead and take his fine soul anyway.
James Thomas Horn
A solitary man meets God
Beneath the moon on frozen sod.
Rock walls caress that quiet place.
Amid the snow and open space –
There, God can speak to heart of man.
Share great truths and give commands.
Each man who waits for Christ’s return,
Within his soul shall soon discern.
There is no place upon this earth
Where a soul’s growth has greater worth.
That pensive place alone with God,
Where He and nature can be awed.
Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
What We Should Spend
As all of our struggles go on and on
Do you think on us it will ever dawn,
If God we had worshipped each day,
He would be in each that I did say.
Each one would be meaningful with love
And of all else, you must realize above,
If it wasn't for God, we would never be
As well as differences between you and me.
So God help me bare the bruising brunt;
Give me only what I need and not want
Time with each other should start to spend;
God, bring back world peace and to us lend.
Instead of trying to impress everyone with
All of our much and abundant money.
James Thomas Horn
My Poems Are
Proof of the pudding my poems always are
And maybe someday shall be a rising star
Who is a great poet laureate in the making
Or was I being foolish and really faking.
Am sitting here hearing traffic humming
From where could it all possibly be coming
As they are travelling down the road
And more flowers in garden I just sewed.
I only write what may be on my mind
Words will flow and are not hard to find
Even in early morning when I awaken
After my first fresh breath I have taken.
So here I am again meeting your pleasure
By writing this poem hope you will treasure
And from sun's first rising until it does set
I am glad God and I again have both met.
James Thomas Horn
Forrest from the Trees
By both parties have become completely deluded
And in neither one do I want to be included;
Trust and confidence in them has been at a loss
When with both bigotry and bias, they come across.
What about poor politics are we supposed to think?
With a beleaguered economy starting to sink;
Now unemployment rate is down and employment rising
And Standard and Poor's going up which is surprising.
Not only that, inflation is slowly declining
Yet everyone in Congress seems to be whining,
After in mid-East there had been a beheading
We need minds to be marrying after a wedding.
First thing is thank God it was not you or me;
Start praying to God more and constantly
And start doing it again on bended knees,
Then can tell the forest from all of the trees.
To God, who would want to commit treason
And only their own self find to be pleasing;
Then while asleep have an incredible dream
Where you were blowing off a head of steam.
For great Sunday should put on some topping;
When you start eating it, there is no stopping;
Still our son's love we all so often will need;
What does he do to control kids when they stampede?
Of course, if Christ is a person my son does covet,
He should tell those not believing to go shove it
And whatever his thinking had previously been
Should pray to God and start all over again.