IF THERE IS NO GOD,
How could we be suspended in space?
Just spinning in place.
Who could've made an ozone layer?
For the occupants grounded by gravity, and breathing of air.
Life exist on land, air, sea, and the dirt,
Proof of the blueprint of a genius at work.
We image something, to have dominion over the earth,
Particules of its intelligence watching it work.
Placed at a precise position from the sun,
Similarities of 8 planets incorporated into one.
If there is no God, I want to be the fool that believed,
Than the fool in doubt when we leave!
(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