If Jesus thinks of you as I do
Then surely he can’t wait
To coax the sun above the hills
And present to you this day
And if he misses you like I do
Then patiently he counts the days
As he blows the wind through your hair
Waiting to hear you say his name
And if his heart sighs like mine does
When I see your beautiful face
Then he’ll fill the sky of a winter’s night
So you awaken to be amazed
And if Jesus knows what I know
And adores your precious ways
Then I’m sure he knows something wonderful grows
From your mustard seed of faith
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
An angel kissed a ripple
Onto a glassy sea
And in that very instant
A baby came to be
A hundred times she kissed it
A hundred thousand more
Each time the troubled surface
More troubled than before
The ripples started crossing
And people crossing too
In time made each their ripple
Like as that ocean blue
So here is my petition
Oh Jesus, hear my plea!
That all my parting wavelets
Be marked in time for Thee
My heart is amazed by His boundless compassion
My heart is in awe of the love of the Lord
The hand of His mercy endureth forever
What riches of kindness in heaven are stored!
My heart is amazed at the sight of creation
My heart is in awe of the works of the King
The fountains and river, the depth of the ocean,
The rock and the trees of His greatness shall sing!
My heart is amazed on the height of the mountain
My heart is in awe of the stars in the sky
Unmoving, unchanging, the Lord is eternal
Though years of the mortal so quickly fly by
My heart is amazed by the lamb and the lion
My heart is in awe of the birds in the air
Created for man by the hands of the Master
The heights and the depths of his dwelling to share
My heart is amazed by the King of the nations
My heart is in awe of His death on the tree
The Lamb that was Slain, by the word of the Father
Arose from the grave my Redeemer to be!
-- By Isaiah Zerbst- Feb 9, 2013 - 184.108.40.206. metre --
My tale is from the time of Rome
Away across the sea
The tale of one called Jesus Christ
From distant Galilee
He placed Himself at God's command
Accepting all His will
Accomplishing the work of God
From Tyre to Olive's hill
He walked the streets and sailed the seas
He healed the blind and lame
Since Jesus came and changed the world
It's never been the same
He hung upon a cross of wood
To save from Adam's fate
He lived and worked among the poor
And died in low estate
He turned the world right upside-down
With nothing but His love
And now He watches us with care
From heaven's court above
-- Written 1/14/2013 --
Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage
Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb
The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default
The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship
Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock
Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7
Israel had been under tyrant oppression
God sent Moses to redeem them from suppression
He promised to manifest His sign and wonder
And extend His Finger of Power over Nut, the god of thunder
Nile was like a sea of blood on the first day of the plague
The magicians were dumbfounded and vague
Nile hitherto served as Egypt National cake
Became ravaged as millions of creatures died in the lake
On day two, God brought frogs from Nile
They died and stink along the foe’s mile
Thus, Jeshurun judged Heqet of earth
The frog goddess of birth
On the third day God administered judgment on Zet
The ‘mighty’ and the dreadful, he was the god of the dessert
Magicians marveled at the miracle of Moses’ rod
And declared to Pharaoh, “This is the Finger of God”
On the fifth day God judged the goddess Hathor
She was the spirit of cattle, a violent author
He slays her cattle and plagued them with boil
Amidst it all Pharaoh’s heart was harden like a golf ball
On the seventh day, God plagued Egypt with Hail
The sky goddess Nut was attacked and jail
In all these Israel was not affected
He was miraculously covered and protected
On the ninth day Egypt was clothed in a cloak of darkness
Nevertheless Pharaoh’s heart was still heartless
But the home of the righteous was as a nimbus of radiant light
As the glory of the Lord has risen upon their plight
God judged Isis the ‘Protector’ as the first fruits were killed
In this plague was the scripture fulfilled
They overcame him (Isis) by the blood of the lamb
And by the steadfast confession of faith in ‘I AM”
Satan is a destroyer and a ‘blackmailer’
But Christ is our redeemer and our healer
What the nine plagues couldn’t do
The blood of the Lamb gave a clue
By faith he (Moses) kept the Passover and the sprinkling of the blood, lest he who destroyed the firstborn should touch them. Hebrew 11:28
An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face
A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction
Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path
All along yearning for his fathers attention
A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection
Anger flowed in his heart
Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail
He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail
Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part
All alone, at the bottom of the pit
His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees
With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it
An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please"
Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt
His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was
He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws
At point zero he blacked out, he died
In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart
A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear
Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep
Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep
A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body
Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light
In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight
Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah
-God, father I have been seeking you all my life,
Here I am Lord to serve You, My King.
Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father.
Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco
If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.
The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.
The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, porn and other immorality.
Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.
HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.
Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.
We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs,
Fluffy chicks and lambs at play,
The spring of the year is a beautiful time,
And we celebrate as the time draws nigh,
To remember the reason for all our good cheer;
For now is the time The Resurrection draws near.
We celebrate Jesus who conquered the foe,
Of Sin and Death and delivered our souls,
Up from the abyss where we languished in wait,
Beneath the burden of unspeakable hate.
He marched into Hell and in triumph brought out,
All who are His and they came with a shout;
Victory is ours because Jesus lives,
He's salvaged our souls and He's cleansed and forgives,
All who will come to Him, on us He bestows,
A robe of His Righteousnesss as it was foretold!
We honor the Sacrifice made by Father and Son,
And we honor the love that redeemed us as one.
We celebrate the Victory won over our foe.
We celebrate Jesus, our Conquering Hero.
"BUT I AM TELLING YOU THIS STRANGE AND WONDERFUL SECRET;
WE SHALL NOT ALL DIE, BUT WE SHALL ALL BE GIVEN NEW BODIES.
IT WILL ALL HAPPEN IN A MOMENT, IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, WHEN THE TRUMPET IS BLOWN; FOR THERE WILL BE A TRUMPET BLAST FROM THE SKY AND ALL CHRISTIANS WHO HAVE DIED WILL COME ALIVE WITH NEW BODIES THAT WILL NEVER DIE.
AND THEN WE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE WILL SUDDENLY HAVE NEW BODIES TOO FOR OUR EARTHLY BODIES WE HAVE NOW THAT CAN DIE MUST BE TRANSFORMED INTO HEAVENLY BODIES THAT CAN NOT PERISH . WHEN THAT HAPPENS THEN AT LAST THIS SCRIPTURE WILL COME TRUE,"DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY. O DEATH WHERE IS THY VICTORY? WHERE IS THY STING? FOR SIN, THE STING THAT CAUSES DEATH IS GONE AND THE LAW WHICH REVEALS OUR SIN WILL NO LONGER BE OUR JUDGE. HOW WE THANK GOD FOR ALL OF THIS. IT IS HE WHO MAKES US VICTORIOUS THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD.
For LindaMarie's Easter Inspirations Contest
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
This Easter season, let me stay
With my Lord, as He wends His way.
To turn away would be treason
Let me stay, this Easter season.
Let me be she who lifts the cross,
Who comforts Mary in her loss.
Right by His side I long to be.
Who lifts the cross, let me be she.
I want to be of lonely few
Who are still there in morning dew,
First the rolled away stone to see.
Of lonely few, l want to be.
Let me go forth to spread the news.
Our dear Lord chose His life to lose.
He died for me of little worth.
To spread the news, let me go forth.
The Easter story, often told,
Is fresh as in those days of old.
Let me tell of its pure glory.
Often told, the Easter Story.
When I surrender my all to the Lord
I give the whole that is inside of me
My thoughts are no longer just mine
Secrets shared daily, just Him and I
All of my body, heart, mind and soul
Turned over to Him a hundred percent
To the one who created me like Him
In His image; He loved me before birth
I bow on my knees and cry Holy to Him
Trying to completely give more each day
My body is His temple I must keep clean
Walking closer to the Lord each day
Every inch I lay at His feet, giving all joy
Nothing too small or too tall to surrender
I give Him my fears as He wipes my tears
Lingering with Jesus in my prayers daily
When I pick up the bible, He speaks to me
He tells me about eternity and His promises
Once again, each day, I surrender my all
Jesus will never let me fall from His grace
Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.
Jesus gave His life for me,
So why shouldn't I do the same?
He took our hurt and misery;
Thank You Jesus for burdening my pain.
Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.
This poem is a description of a glimpse of what I saw in Heaven. Heaven is a reality.
There’s a glorious place called heaven
A place so imperial, a haven
A sight that is indescribable
A home that is incomparable
An elegance of design
A beauty, forever shine
The crowning of architecture
The dumb foundness of structure
Is the work of the Mastercraftman
Jesus Christ, the saviour of man
He designed it and built it
As the home of just spirit
The roof so exquisitely glazed
A kind to admire and be dazed
A glittering floor of jasper stone
A work that awestruck to the bone
A mansion walls of sapphire
A moment of an eye catching fire
The stairway sparkled like clear glass
An intricate pattern of class
As I gaze in amazement before me
I was enveloped in joy, peace and glee
The fragrance in the room ravished my heart
Overwhelmed with awe, I never wanted to depart
The Poet Preacher © 2014
You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.
God makes me dance;
Stand up and raise my hands!
Jump around His perfect lands;
God makes me dance!
Let the Creed be a mirror for you
Look at yourself in it to see
You believe in all
You claim to believe
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
The light slowly wafts over to my mind
Pleasant images appear to my eyes
Bringing the most joys of Christmas in kind
The star of Bethlehem no one denies
Following, I want to see our savior
I find a manger where Holy One lies
There smiling being on best behavior
Animals and peace surround in the skies
Soon shepherds arrive with smiles on faces
The babe coos at their joy that within keep
Mary cries tears of pride at great voices
And Joseph displays love all throughout seep
This holiest day of the year, I weep
For love in all, everyone filled with joy
He’ll hold me forever, my soul to keep
This bundle of love, this Bethlehem boy
Here I stand at the foot of Love's greatest Sacrifice,
Those hands nailed to a splintered cross.
The scars of my iniquity on the wrists of innocence.
Nobody knew it was Hatred's greatest loss.
As I look up at God Almighty laying down His life for me,
the Lamb's blood trickling down the rugged wood,
The thundering voice of victory...
I shook from deep inside where I stood.
Then the final breath
slipping out in silent ambition.
The conquering of death.
The price payed for Salvation.
The silence torn with the temple curtain,
by the shake of earth's violent thrust.
His love would continue down the ages, of this I'm certain
from my core to my crust.
Roman soldiers trembling with fear,
their horses rearing into the furious wind,
nobody suspected the turnpoint of humanity was near
and that His death wasn't the end.
I can not understand now passion with a man without love,
This happened when I got to know the big guy up above,
Many Christians are still lost in sexual sin for some reason,
Still having sex without love like they are in the milky season.
I have seen men know Jesus possibly a year maybe two,
Carrying on like playboy bachelors and a wrong choice issue,
Desire is natural, but we must tame the flesh from action too,
Or the Lord will not be pleased and judgment will be due.
I have seen men know Jesus possibly a year maybe two,
But still choose those asleep just for someone to screw,
I try very hard to understand this out of control erection,
If it carries on the Lord will most certainly choose rejection.
it honestly confuses me when someone is awake, still
choosing many lovers, then the ones they choose WHOA
when i got woken up that was it, no sex without love,
desire I have had...but not the action..no actions...
I see many men still out of control in this area of their lives
posting up many lovers and so forth...
I see a picture painted of a kneeling man of prayer
The face of strength is beaten down with tears
Resembling the man I heard commands the very wind
And calms the tempest seas without fear
I see a man who walks on water and drives the spirits out
With power and God’s own authority
But then I see him heal the sick and hear words of compassion
As he gently holds a child on his knee
Who is this man of sorrow, crying out with tears of blood?
Willingly he drinks the cup of death
What holds him there upon that tree? Could it be his endless love
For those of us who daily fail the test?
Never have I touched the hands that gave that I might live
His spirit freed that tragic 'Good' Friday
Ever do I long to know the One who can forgive
We who drove the nails and walked away
~Christopher Thor Britt
Substance of things hoped for
The proof of things not seen
Acceptance of the truth
That our reason cannot reach
How fatal when we let fear win
We destroy what we could have been
God's plan no more for we're in sin
But Jesus is here and Love's gonna win!
A Place In The Sun
In church at night by blue candles sway
Standing over them in prayer
Each one represents a soul from yesterday
Held together there
Spiritual energy surrounds the tabernacle alter
God’s home away from home on Earth
He smiles, blessed by holy water
Gives us gentle peace and solid worth
I stand together with Jesus over candle lights
Then step outside with Him to view the morning sun
The warmth of nature that feels just right
Knowing life has just begun
Created on 1/14/15 for- Gail Angel Doyle Poetry Contest “ A Place In The Sun”
We, as God’s children, sometimes get trapped in a search for
earthly riches, and forget the higher goals such as love,
joy and peace and their lasting attributes. The poem below bears
a story of misguided aspirations followed by a firm realization
of a more blessed mental posture.
In a far off rustic village there stood an antique store,
Selling wares of vintage I had to explore.
On a chair hung a label, but how could it be?
Made by The Carpenter, The Man of Galilee!
I knew I’d found a treasure – the rarest thing on earth.
Something Jesus had crafted, of countless worth!
The chair I quickly purchased, though the cost was high.
No doubt of priceless value, to remember Jesus by.
Suddenly I awakened, and sadly saw no chair.
I knew I’d been dreaming when my mind was clear.
I realized in time, my thoughts were out of line.
I needed no wooden chair to enshrine.
God left us many things eclipsing silver and gold,
Just look around us at the treasures to behold.
He made the world, complete with land and sea,
Then placed upon it the progenitors of you and me.
The beasts of the field and birds of the air
Are pleasing in his sight placed under his care,
But when God wanted fellowship he created man –
We are Priceless Treasures, made by his own hand!
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world,
and lose his own soul? Mark 8:36 KJV
Do you hear what I hear
in the far off fields?
Farmers tending to their crops
and counting out their yields.
Sheep are mewing,cattle too
like those so long ago.
When little baby Jesus
did set the stars aglow.
Three wise men did travel far
to see this glorious sight.
They carried precious oils and such
to give to Him that night.
The babe was wrapped in ragged cloth
but never did He cry.
He smiled sweet as heavenly hosts
did flutter wings nearby.
So do you hear what I hear
into this night as then?
A chorus of angels,shepherds too
singing good news again.
A friend once asked, “What is Love?”
And one replied Love is like an exquisite red rose flower
In a romantic, elegance, lovely shady bower
Been hooked by a gentle sexy dove
“What is Love?” he asked again
A pretty looking lady smiled and replied
Love is a magical feeling between a groom and a bride
It is the current that flows through my heart and brain
“What is Love? I want to know”
Finally, a handsome looking guy smiled and said
Love is when the heart, mind and soul are Fed
With one’s emotions and makes one’s star glow
So I asked, what is Love?
Some say Love is patience and kind
But I say Love is blind and can put you in a bind
Love I say can ignorantly give one a shove
Some say Love does not envy
Some say love does not boast
But I say Love is what others need the most
Love can actually make people go crazy
I have found out that Love is not a feeling
And that Love is trusting and caring
But Love can be a bit over bearing
And true Love when unwrapped brings divine healing
Some say “Adam and Eve created Love
Romeo and Juliet made Love
Sampson and Delilah betrayed Love
And Julius Ceaser died for Love”
The Love I found is a Love like no other
It was not the Love of Adam and Eve
Neither was it the Love of Sampson, who was deceive
Nor was it the Love between a sister and a brother
The Love I found was shed on old rugged cross
It was offered to you and me
He came into my life as a light so I can see
To sum it all up, “J-E-S-U-S is my Chili Sauce”
There was a schoolboy,
He would always say,
Why do bad things happen,
Why must we suffer in this way?
A wise man answered him,
It's because of sin,
Adam ate the fruit,
In the Garden of Eden.
It's so not fair,
He would say,
Because he ate,
Why should we pay?
The wise man asked,
But why should we go free,
Because one Man,
Died on a tree?
He pointed to the cross,
Where our Savior died,
The boy scratched his head,
His ears open wide.
We were cursed by just one man,
Then saved by another,
It's all part of God's plan,
Which is fair he discovered.
I bring you a live commentary match between Sin and Grace
Sin are inches away to the box
Lust shots, Self-Control reacts well and blocks
Longsuffering has been fouled at the 18-yard
Pride has been booked, he gets a yellow card
Envy probing for a goal, last week he scored a brace
Sin camping on the edge of Grace
A change for Sin, Lust out for fornication
Game resumes, an untimely clearance by abortion
A lengthy spell of Sin possession
They are playing with so much aggression
Pressure still mounting on Grace
Pride dribbles past a marker and finds space
Anger is booked for pulling Gentleness
A shot! And Truth denies Falseness
And another glorious chanced missed
Envy out for murder on the final substitution list
The minute is ticking away and Grace are standing firm
A long drive by Revelries, a great save by Peace! What a gem!
A handball by goodness at the halfway line
But ref. Mercy says No! She waves play on! Mine! Oh mine!!
Self-Control goes for shoulder-to-shoulder with Anger
And he wins the battle of defender
Oh! Outbursts of wrath as he fires over the bar
Wrath burst forward again and finds murder afar
But Self-Control masterminded that move
What a game he has had! He’s surely improved
Four minutes to stoppage time, a long searching ball to Joy
He shots! And is a goal! Amazing goal!! Oh boy!!!
Sin were exposed, and Joy curled the ball pass Sorrow
Am flabbergasted! For Sin, the road to the final looks narrow
Grace are just a seconds away to the World Crown Final
And it’s all over here! Grace are in the World Crown Final!
An astonishing game! An undeserved victory!
Grace wins by a lone goal and Grace makes history!
What a graceful display from the visitors!
As they vanquished the inquisitors!
What should we say? Should we wallow in sin, so that God's Grace will overflow?
God’s [mercy] forbid! If we are dead to sin and alive in Christ, how can we go on sinning? [Romans 6:1-2: The Poet Preacher’s Version]
Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.
Dependable Defender Jesus Christ of Nazareth Football Club
This morning lost His appeal for the red card He received
During His side game with the highly rated Pharisees
He’ll therefore be unavailable for their match against the Sadducees
He was sent off by referee Pontius Pilate
For a massacre on Principalities and Powers
The Club failed to have the decision overturned by the Jurisdiction
He is therefore sentenced to death by crucifixion
The ‘Special One’ is to make no comment on the decision
After Herod Disciplinary Committee dismissed the club’s appeal
Jesus has offered Himself as a sacrificial lamb for a collective guilt
On the club’s recent sloppiness and wilt
The stalwart defender’s Penalty
Will begin with a physical torture
Followed by carrying a heavy rugged cross
Is the Disciplinary Committee right? Make your gloss
GLOSSES FOR JESUS THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB:
Lucas writes, March 28th…2:17
A typical Herod Decision!
I think the decision needs a Revision!
Chris writes, March 28th….2:19
Oh! JC What a wish!
One rule for the rich!
One rule for the poor!
Herod is a force majeure!
Sir Billy writes, March 28th….3:15
Corrupt official! Corrupt leader
All they care is 30 pieces of silver
Major Buckley writes, March 28th…3:17
HE CAN’T GO AWAY WITH IT!
CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM! I submit
Janet writes, March 28th…..4:17
Oh NO! This looks like a JOKE!
Oh my God what a YOKE!
Wolf writes, March 28th….5:15
The blame must lay with McCarthy and McCoy
Surely it’s their fault not Jesus. Sorry boy!
Frank writes,March 28th….. 6:17
You’re an idiot’s wolf!
This Jesus should go play golf!
Crucify Him sir! Crucify Him! I rest my case
Melvin writes, March 28th…7:17
I think they can’t rescind many of the red cards
Because it would highlights the refs as nothing but land guards
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Twisting, surging, spattering and curling
Roaring, soaring, splashing and whirling
A Tornado’s whirling winds-spewing death
Sweeping off anything on his path
A mighty Tornado has blown a City apart
Many He has hurled from the City’s mart
He fetched and leveled the entire town
His roar nothing could have calm down
The whirling strike of a Tornado
A Tornado as deadly as Ronaldo
Mr. Tornado had been very cruel
Ruthless as lions in territorial duel
In the midst of a Tornado a treasure found
It was a grandmother’s gold of pleasure bound
Ironically, was a chapter page of Psalm 75
While many succumb the Bible still survive
The Bible provides hope in the midst of a storm
In the midst of a Tornado His word come to conform
His Word is our light in the darkest of time
He is our Lamp when life seems to have no rhyme
He strengthens our soul in times of despair
His unfailing Word invigorates our soul and repair
He sends His Word to lifts us up when we are down
He sends His Word to make us smile when we frown
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.[Matthew 24:35]
Sun run red across the sky
As the golden ore fadeth in the twilight
The earth was clothed in a cloak of dye
As bright stars ushered in the limelight
The tress then chants a song and thus pray
They swayed their heads gently and whispered
When in the morning chased the night away
Their voices whispered and prospered
“Daddy’s precious Cinderella
More fairer than Gabriella
Bring in His precious Elite
Clothed in her choicest suit”
The Elite is Daddy’s only delight
She is among many her favorite fruit
Alive with color and full of light
Prepared as a bride adorned in a wedding suit
Daddy when in the morning comes issues an invitation
To His Elite and His gracious bride
“Yea! Thou art the bridegroom’s adoration
His Glory, Excellency and pride
So worthy my Son to be thy bridegroom
Make haste my Elite, the groom is come already
Bring in my Elite into the grooms refined room
Love the groom and be thou steady”.
Some days may not lie in our hands
when we work as elephants but feed like ants
when the grains of our heart is seeded with can't
only you may choose to fall or to stand
When we try to but fail to understand
when a kissing Judas lies in wait as a friend
when all that hoped for comes to an end
only you may choose to fall or to stand
When our rich dreams sink in quick sand
misfortune courts our everyday life
we find no peace as we romance with strife
only you may choose to fall or to stand
When love breaks it's soothing band
our weary hearts are rent in twain
when all that is good seems to wean
only you may choose to fall or to stand
Even now when these words seem to fail
choosing Christ alone can you begin to prevail
Many of us do search for the truth of God
We search for him everywhere, in temples and churches
We even try to make Him come to us by chanting more than one bead
Readily we shall follow those who do hold his name as preachers!
Yet, God is not to be found thus
Subtle are indeed His ways
After all, He did make for us, sunny days
So, if you do search for him, you shall find him in all aptness
God does show Himself to those who love Him truly
Those who do yearn and pine for Him
Those who are ready to sacrifice everything for him readily
Those who without Him, have their eyes always full with tears to their brim
Shall you be given the option, between the real and the unreal
Shall you be able to pass the test, so terrible
Pray tell me, if you do search for God
You have to yearn with your heart, only then you shall be heard!
When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.
It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.
Kevin and friends went sightseeing
His friends lengthened their walking stride
Kevin couldn’t keep up, his pace wasn’t agreeing
It looks like his legs were securely tied
The Lad stumbled in his walk
Twirling his legs with many intricate movements
Suddenly he took a temporary block
To check if there could be an improvements
Turning and casting his eyes around
On any one watching his funny walk
Kevin briskly went down
Upon what he saw he was perturbed and shock
Just a little tiny stone
Thwart his stalwart move and slight swagger
And kept him dangling all alone
And like a drunken fellow he stagger
Kevin went sightseeing with a pebble in the shoe
Tiny as it was it affected his ability to walk and run
Hilariously! He wore a distinct pair of socks, one black! One blue!
Awful! Kevin didn’t have much fun
Having Sin conscience in your life
Is like having a Pebble in your shoe
Get rid of the Pebble! And Christ ends your strife
To find rest point to the Cross, and he’ll see you through
Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water-Hebrew 10:22
I write of a dream
Out of the body, alive in the spirit
It begin on a slipping bare field
Intriguingly, there is nothing to shield
A feeling of fear run through me
As the enemy approaches
A mass of fearful thoughts
As the foe runs across
Running, racing, gasping for breath
Climbing steeper slopes
Running endless races
Racing to dreadful places
For one glorious moment
It dawned on me I can fly
I can fly on wings of Angels?
Even on wings of archangels?
Then comes a voice…Echoing
Come on fly!...Come up higher!
In awe! My feet was high above the ground
This left the enemy confound
I begin to soar and to glide like an Eagle
High up am safe and secure!
High up I can reach for the stars!
High up I can reach for the mars!!
And they heard a loud voice from heaven saying to them, “Come Up Here [Higher]”. And they ascended to heaven in a cloud, and their enemies saw them [no more]. Revelation 11:12
Ring the bells of heaven
Ring out o'er all the earth
Ring the bells of heaven
Acclaim the Savior's birth.
Ring them deep in forests
Ring all through the night
Ring them on every corner
Strung with Christmas light.
Rouse the sleeping children
Birds who wait for the sun
Bunny nestled in mother's fur
Night critter who's just begun.
Let none on earth take ease
Till all have heard the news
True joy has come to reign
And everyone must choose.
Heed the toll of the bells
Ringing throughout the land
Join the angels in praising
The God who came as man.
Ring the bells of heaven
He's coming to us again
Ring them loud and clear
True joy has come to reign.
Ring the bells of heaven
Ring out o'er all the earth
Ring the bells of heaven
Acclaim the Savior's birth.
I sink into plushness
Of soft silky lushness
Of dreamy round clouds
Of angel veiled shrouds
I fly up to meet
The Man in the street
The rich golden hue
Underneath my soft shoe
I fall down to find
The One of a kind
The Beauty within
The resplendent skin
I reach up to grasp
With deaths’ last gasp
The Hand held to me
As the Man sets me free
You're the something different in me
That just can’t be explained
And the comfort that I cling to
When the world is pouring rain
You're the the music in my laughter
And You healed my eyes to see
You’re the gentleness that’s in my soul
You're all that's good in me
You were there with me when life began
And You've held me when life ends
You remember every bedtime prayer
You are my first best friend
You've dried so many tears
With all the things that I've been through
And chased them with such cheerful laughs
Because You knew I'd need those too
And we’ve gone past second chances
About a million times ago
You have always been my champion
You never let me go
You've pulled me safe through things
I didn't know I could survive
And somehow used them for your glory
When I'm on the other side
You’ve shown me grace in portions
That I surely don’t deserve
And you've kept every promise
In every letter of your word
I’ve never been alone a moment,
Because with me is where you are...
And I will love no one like you for all my life
You will always be my first love
Because I don't deserve You
But You loved me anyway
I will love no one like You for all my life
What we believe is important
Even more important is the One in whom we believe
Father Christ started Catholic or Roman Catholic
Be careful with whom started what you believe
The man sat at a fine table,
Satan said, "Let’s sup,"
He set before him recklessness,
The man drank from the cup.
When he had finished,
He gave him goblet number two,
He drank of satiety,
Drowsiness began to ensue.
Satan set down a black goblet,
The man said, "No thank you, sir,"
But he insisted,
"He who drinks the second must drink the third."
The final cup,
To the man he gave,
Robbed him of his life,
And sent him to his grave.
Satan hides a secret chamber,
Blazing hell is behind the door,
The horrible pit is filled with shrieks of pain,
And every kind of horror.
Won't you come and plead,
The blood of Jesus with me,
Refuse the devil's banquet,
And you will be set free.
*Based on a sermon by C.H. Spurgeon
As from darkness turned to the light now dwelling in what is made right Steps must be made you as He harkens turned to the light As from darkness * Walking into the day fears are conquered a fearful sight how bright so much stronger More fearful is shivering in the cold way Fears are conquered walking into the day * It is forever alone a line is drawn A choice that is yours as the pain suffers on with blackened wings death comes to each his own A line is drawn it is forever alone * Unless you embrace true love you must stay as in darkness blinded by satan’s dismay or walk into Jesus and fly like the dove You must stay unless you embrace true love
The Angel passed by the house of worship
and over the rich man's gate;
appeared on a lonely hillside
to men of humble faith.
The star shone not before his people
but to strangers in a foreign land,
men of learning who studied the planets,
and knew that a King was born to man.
What will he find when he comes to us?
Will he find us waiting for him,
or will he pass over and appear to others,
finding our faith a little too thin?
Will he be pleased with how we worship
Will he be honored by what we do,
or will he view our preparation and say,
"Presents too many and prayers too few"?
In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul
It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions
The ring always satisfies a wish
It must be a wise wish, not selfish
Once the ring is out of one’s possession
One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression
Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger
Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure
Our conscience is just like the master ring
It drives us to respond to our king
It directs and regulates our emotion
It is the key to a dynamic devotion
When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul
To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal
When we do right it gives peace within our hearts
When we obey it convicts and imparts
Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5
Zion is a Kingdom Paradigm
Zion is an ideal Paradise
A City with foundations whose Architect is Judah’s Lion
A City encased in an awesomely inspiring Pavilion
Babel is built in a shallow Drain
Zion is built on a rocky Plain
Babel is built upon the mortal Hills
Zion is built upon the immortal Hills
Zion has a firm Foundation
Christ Himself is thy Salvation
Zion is built upon the Everlasting Mountains
On the mountains pinnacles flows Living Fountains
Holiness is thy weapon and Stability
It is thou that keeps thee in Tranquility
A ‘Greater One’ is born in thee, hence there is no Night
Christ is born in thee, He gives thee Light
Zion, thou art more Glorious and Excellent than the Nations
A peculiar people, a royal priesthood, a holy Nation
A people of mysterious speech beyond Perception
A people of a stammering tongue beyond Comprehension
The inhabitants do not say “I am Sick”
Therein they are forgiven their iniquity, even Tom and Dick
The Gates of Hell thou not spread their Sail
Within thy Gates the Glory of Judah’s Lion is Unveil
All my springs resides in thee O Zion!
All my fountains dwelleth in thee O Zion!
All my silver springs of Grace
And all my golden springs of Glory are in place
O Look upon Zion! The City of our Glorious Feast
O Behold Zion! The City of our High Priest
The Lord loves the City of Zion
That Blessed Eternal City of Judah’s Lion
But you have come to Mount Zion and to the City of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are registered in heaven, to God the judge of all, to the spirits of just men made perfect, to Jesus the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the sprinkling of the blood that speaks better things than that of Abel. [Hebrew 12:22-24]
What the Catholic faith
Believes about Mother Mary
Based on what it believes
About Father Christ
let's say, for instance, Jesus comes down tomorrow afternoon
well for me that would be too god-damned soon
and lord knows i wouldn't be content
because that wouldn't give me time to properly repent
repentence for me would take quite some time
for how does one atone quickly for crime after crime?
my sorrow for such sins is seriously in arrears
so Jesus had better wait at least twenty-seven more years
if my calculations are correct i'll be 91
and perhaps then god's will would finally be done
prayers are never, by Jesus, ever met for me
yet The Bible promises He has a table set for me
since His table is ready i hope it's set very well
but i'll give you good odds it's set for me in Hell
so if that well set table in Heaven is awaiting me
tell god's enemy Satan to stop baiting me
so if you see Jesus tomorrow tell him to go back
because it's time, faith and holiness i lack
i have reverence for the fact that He's God's sanctified son
but ask him to return when i'm finally 91
(c) 2012...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
JUST IN CASE THE LAST ONE WON’T THIS ONE CERTAINLY WILL
SEND ME SWIFTLY TO HELL
There are certain ramifications
Well God can ram those ramifications up his a*s
There are certain limitations
Well God can take them all and f*ck Jesus as if His Son were a lass
It’s not as if I’m pissed off at the Lord or anything
But I don’t really appreciate His pissing on me repeatedly
I’ve warded off his warrants but lived to feel His holy sting
Yet I defy praying hypocritically while hating Him so heatedly
The Bible babbles on about boundaries, borders and confines
Limits set by The Ten Commandments thou shall not disobey
To me it’s all restrictions and margins that total bullsh*t defines
While a heathen like me swears “no” when obliged to obediently pray
There are certain implications, results, effects and consequences
And so many guidelines which must righteously come to pass
There are grounds and areas I battle on with no viable defenses
And that’s why God can f*ck Jesus right up His righteous a*s
© 2012… copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
the last I read it, which wasn't so far back, the constitution of the united states of america guarantees us all the freedom of speech, the press, and religion so if you care to discuss this, i'm obliged, but not with any of you zealots who turn discussions into arguments ~fc!~
Humpty Dumpty cracked my eggs
Theses pristine solid becomes a liquid mess
With The yellow fat yolk jostling wet
In a bowl like a squabble comic pair yet unset
Humpty Dumpty left my eggs broken
As delicate as a fetus whirling for life
Helpless at birth yet destined to live
Wrapped in the womb and silent as such
Broken Eggs shatters the hope of life
Yet a hope to save another; may be from hunger
I found it utterly pleasing and truly, very yummy
Perfect in beauty in sauce like my honey mummy
Humpty Dumpty cracked my eggs, yet
Daddy spiced my broken eggs into an omelet
He turned those broken eggs into a jellyroll
And poured it in a golden bounteous-bowl
In New York City at Ground Zero
The World Trade Centre Tower once stood
After its grim aftermath destruction
The illustrious tower is under construction
To minimize future structural failures and other catastrophes
The new tower is design and constructed
To be earthquake, fire and wind resistance
As wind pressure increase with height distance
There have been slight changes made to the original
It is reinforced to resist compression and tension
Engineer MacGray is so far thrilled
As they are a step closer seeing the mission fulfilled
A Christian is a structure under construction
We are under a divine construction of the Holy Spirit
God is at work in you to shape and to remove your imperfections
According to that Mighty Glorious Power of His resurrection
Your life may be of no rhyme or reason
The Master Engineer is at work to bring balance, symmetry and order
He is reinforcing His ideas for a spiritual transformation
The Holy Spirit is empowering His new creation
The structure is not built in a single day
Neither is His Divine Masterpiece
So as the Master Designer hammer and chisel your wall with affliction
Though painful, remain silence for you’re under a divine construction
For the House when under construction was built of stone prepared at the quarry so that no hammer or chisel [noise] was heard in the temple while it was being built [1kings6:7]; for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure [Phil 2:13]
Glimpse of Light
When sorrow and pain set in,
And storms came all of a sudden
Surely a glimpse of light rays
Because Jesus is on our way!
St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus
Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies
On the way to Damascus
To arrest followers of Christ
Was blinded by mysterious light
Heard himself called by name
“Why do you persecute Me?”
Fell to the ground, asking
“Who are you, Lord?”
“I am Jesus
Whom you are persecuting” (Acts 9:3-5)
His life changed dramatically
He received baptism to Paul
Became Apostle of the Gospel
Inwardly Transformed by Divine love
Had met in the person of Jesus Christ
He wrote “Life I now live, in the flesh I live by the Son of God”
Who loved me and gave Himself to me
From being a persecutor
He became a witness and a missionary
Founded Christian Community
In Asia Minor and Greece
Travelled thousands of miles among all kinds of dangers
His martyrdom is all for the love of Christ
Eternity's vast weight of time
Is pressing dark against my breast,
And brooding powers wage within
A ceaseless struggle, dearth of rest.
A crown of shame enwreathes my brow
With thorns, a piercing diadem,
The symbol of self-monarch reign;
Fear's rose the circlet's black-starred gem.
Oh, who can free me from myself;
Who can the worth master be
To lift the victor's standard high
Above the conquered ruins of me?
A crown of thorns was His before;
His throne, a cross against the sky,
The humble Christ who I have found
The one King mightier than I.
IN VIENNA THEY ESPECIALLY BELIEVE
Today is the day they hid our Lord's body in a cave secured with a stone
and therein they left his body hushed and all alone
they fashioned a cave into a tomb because they feared the ground could not hold him down
all this before the cross and they wove thorns into a crown
so now we hold this day as sacred to teach, reach and to learn
as we, the righteous await his promised return
His father had forsaken Him but Jesus did not care
because he realized that what mortals were doing was not the least bit fair
He bled for our sins because His Father told him He must
but there were too many men like Judas whom Jesus could not trust
when the crow was heard clearly and loudly thrice
Jesus of Nazareth knew it was time for Him to pay the price
He had already chastised the money changers for defiling His home
after 40 days and nights in a desert in which He chose to roam
then once his eyes were closed forever and they were certain he was dead
they laid Him upon a rock hoping it would become his eternal bed
ah, but how foolish those errant mortals had been
because they laid to rest perfection and a soul sans any sin
and so today I send you the blessings of a blessed soul such as you all should receive
hose who write with beauty about that which you shall ever believe
© 2012.......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
If all is lost and all is bleak
and new beginnings in life you seek
The future's empty,looking grim
Cast all your cares upon Him
rejoice in fellowship this Noel
Praise,Praise as blessings flow,
when Jesus Christ,you begin to know
When sorrow's sadness sears your heart
you need someone to take your part
If trials and troubles break you in two
turn to God,and be born anew
rejoice in fellowship this Noel
Praise,Praise as blessings flow,
when Jesus Christ,you begin to know
Sung to the air:Greensleeves
Inspired by th chorus of William Dix's carol 'What child is this...'
He was crucified by the Romans with the sharpest nails
by the will of an angry mob;
did anyone hear Jesus's sob?
Pilate refused to find him guilty and washed his hands.
Betrayed by Peter, hated by rebellious Barabbas;
whipped at every fall, He patiently carried that cross to Calvary,
but a kind, humble woman felt much pity for Jesus
and with a clean cloth wiped off his blood as an act of mercy!
And dragging His heavy cross through the narrow
streets of chaotic and uncompassionate Jerusalem,
someone, who had heard him preach about God's Kingdom,
picked up his cross and relieved some of the pain and sorrow!
Many believed Him to be the Christ,
but the envious Pharisees did not,
and accusing him of blasphemy, they mocked him...
not noticing how the April sky was becoming dim!
He was laid in an empty, cold tomb amid palm trees and stones
and on the third day, as Jesus promised the twelve disciples;
He miraculously rose...ascending the heavenly throne,
where God the Father handed Him the glorious crown!
We are like men crazed by hunger
sick of church but hungry for God
this emptiness cannot be mended by mud
this dark, breastless church fuels our anger
Desperate we pursue madly his grace
running after his seemingly eluding prescence
we live lives emptied of lies & silly pretences
that we may intimately see him face to face
We hunger after his peace, power & glory
we tire of inspiring orators selling hope
we tire of enduring & trying to just cope
we desire to rewrite history with our story
We are crazed men set free
by his Spirit we begin afresh to live
above & beyond the realm of strive
we are transformed into he whom we see
Madly in love we are at last
a prophecy of God that has come to past
Out of love, Eternal God sent Father Christ
His Son into the World
Because of sin, dying
Death of our earthly bodies, also eternal death
Father Christ spoke often about eternal fire
Awaits all those who reject Eternal Father’s merciful love in Father Christ
All who reject the Eternal Son rejects eternal life
He alone who he brings are condemned already
The condemnation is eternal separation from God
What Father Christ refers to as the “hell of fire”
The “furnace of fire”
The “unquenchable fire”
Hell is something man chooses
There are only two ways
Leads to Life
The other leads to death
For the gate is narrow
The way is hard
Leads to Life
Those who find it are few
The narrow way is Father Christ Himself
He said “I am the way
Following Father Christ means
Following the Church He started
Following the way
Following truth and the life
No one comes to the Eternal Father
But by me”
In Jesus, the Eternal Father has made
A way to life for us
How foolish of me to refuse
I don’t like the means of help He has chosen
For my salvation
I chose to take the help He gave
Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other
Father Christ stopped Him
Told the Eternal Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people
He told the Eternal Father people would understand
Not to destroy the world
Believed people to be one
Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angel Gabriel spoke to Mother Mary
You have found favor from (Eternal) God
Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world
Father Christ started a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In His Church people are saved
What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions
There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
2nd is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment
Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they loveFather Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved
Father Christ is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
In others you’re condemned