Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Deprived of its origin.
Clarity no longer visible.
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Stripped away so rash.
Trampled into dust.
Stolen without knowledge.
Endless death fighting to prevail.
"The Wretched Prince"
You were my hope
And all my dreams,
But all of that has changed,
Because I treated
You so bad,
And if I could
Just turn back time,
I'd claim you and,
I'd make you mine
I'd treat you
Like a Princess fair,
Hold you close,
And stroke your hair
A precious jewel
You would be,
Loved by me
I'd be your Prince,
Your Hero true,
Would I keep from you
But this is not
A Fairy Tale,
I missed the mark,
I lost the trail
Your "Prince" was just
A wretch, it seems,
Of killing dreams
No, I failed that too,
You got much less
Than you were due
I rack my brain,
I beat my breast,
Realizing that I failed the test
And I know this,
You played no part,
In the reckless murder
Of your heart
We had it all,
We were "that pair"
I ruined that,
It wasn't fair
I promised not
To play that game,
But in the end,
I hold the blame
You were "the one"
I always said,
Then cruelly left
Our love for dead
Your faith in me
Was rare and just,
I finally ground
It into dust
I crushed your faith,
And acted small,
And caused a bitter rain
I hurt you love,
And I regret,
The pain I caused,
You can't forget
And if I could
Reset the clock,
Erase the pain,
The hurt, the shock
I'd do it now
I swear it's true,
Undo the harm
I did to you
But time moves forward
I am told,
It leaves me sad,
And feeling old
With words too little,
And too late,
I took your love,
And left you hate
These words I offer
With hope you can
Believe they're true
You were so strong,
Yet fragile too,
I tore a precious thing
I pray that God
Will soon repair,
I was so quick to tear
I thank you for
The strength you shared,
The love you gave,
And how you cared
Your courage helped me
To go on,
When all of mine
Was dead and gone
All I left you
Was pain and strife,
And I'll regret that
All my life
Please know your tears
Don't fall alone,
I miss the place
We once called home
This wretched "prince"
Will hobble on,
No longer part,
Of your sweet song
I can never claim,
But I will not
Forget your name,
My honor, blanketed by shame,
But I will not forget your name.
Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…
Copyright © 2013
Are You Ready to Meet Jesus?
One day soon, there’ll be
A meeting In the air!
God’s people will gather,
Jesus will return,,
for you and me!
He wants to take us all!
People will be there!
Both young and old!
Being with Jesus forever!
On streets paved with gold!
When he comes,
no one knows!
When he does, may we
be ready to go!
Live you life, as if
He came right now!
One day, before him,
Every knee shall bow!
May we live a Godly life,
As we look forward to,
the return of the king!
By Jim Pemberton
Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.
My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...
While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?
Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…
Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?
Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.
The sun dances above the clouds Though the sunsets with no regrets Death comes but light is my shroud *Be wise my son good night for now Joy in the morning light does not forget The sun dances above the clouds *Good or bad both in the end do bow Though sadness fills your eyes so wet Death comes but light is my shroud *Rejoice at my goodbye it is only for now Reunions are sweet it is like we never left The sun dances above the cloud *Though my eyes dim and a voice not so loud Whispers of love do pass through the dark net Death comes but light is my shroud *We will meet again among the crowd’s When morning has come after the sunset The sun dances above the clouds Death comes but light is my shroud
From Judges 11.
His brothers cast the young man out, the child of an harlot;
He fled away to distant Tob before they found an outlet
For anger, more than what they'd done, to fully disinherit
And drive him from his father's house, though not for foul demerit
Within himself, but all for greed- it made them hate their brother.
Now Jephthah lives his life alone, without a father, mother;
He goes about with newfound friends, considered rather shady:
At least he does not get too wild; he found himself a lady,
And has a one and only child, a daughter like her mother.
She's tall and slim, with long, black hair; as fair as any other,
And loves to dance and sing and play her timbrels with the daughters
Of the mighty men of Tob, who play their music by the waters
Of the brimming banks of Yarmuk; lovely music, song, and dancing,
In the evening, in the twilight, which is wordlessly enchanting;
So much so that all the stars come out before the sun has drifted
Below the burning desert sands, thus Nature's course has shifted
From what it was, what e'er has been his want, his call of duty,
And all to see some pretty maids who sing and dance with beauty.
The Ammonites come, bent on war, on taking land and cattle;
They'd kill the men of Gilead and claim the spoils of battle:
The land that once belonged to Sihon, which Israel gained possession,
Then Joshua allotted to the sons of Gad and Reuben.
Thus Ammon claimed what was not his, but what he thought he needed;
And Israel must be captained well, or else they'll be defeated.
The elders ride in haste to Tob, to Jephthah's lordly dwelling
To find the man who would be best and see if he is willing;
But Jephthah said, "Did you not hate me? Did you not expel me
Out of my father's house, and now you come to me and tell me
Of your need when in distress? If I by some rare providential
Act of mercy be successful, will you lay aside resentful
Ways and set me over you?" And this they would; they needed badly
A man who knew the art of war, who charged in battle madly;
So they agreed and made him captain over all the forces,
The leader of the fighting men, the officers, and horses.
Then Jephthah vowed a vow to God, he said, "If Thou wilt give me
A vict'ry over Ammon, then returning I will give Thee
Whatsoever first will greet me at the doorway of my dwelling
As an offering of fire for a savor sweet of smelling
Unto Thee." And having spoken he departed to the battle
With his whole command of soldiers, with a clash and tramp and rattle:
And they smote and killed the Ammonites until the Plain of Vineyards;
In twenty cities passing through as Jephthah drove them downwards.
The town of Mizpeh heard the news and every mouth was voicing
The praises of their leader and his soldiers with rejoicing;
Then, as they saw him from afar, the townsfolk all assembled
To cheer their hero, now their judge; but mighty Jephthah trembled,
For as he came unto his house his daughter came to meet him
With timbrels and with dances from his door she came to greet him;
Her raven tresses bouncing, and her flowing dresses swirling;
Her face alight with happiness, and glowing as she's twirling.
She smiles at her hero from the battlefront returning,
But he cannot return it for the raging storm that's churning
Inside himself, and making him so weak and sick and frightful
For his daughter, lovely daughter, blessed with grace and so delightful.
And he said, "O sweet Celena, you have cast my spirit downward,
For I've vowed a vow that's binding, and I cannot take it backward;
I have sworn to make a sacrifice of fire of whatever
First would meet me at the doorway of my house; but I had never
Thought that it should be a person, but a heifer or a doeling,
Or perhaps a dove or pigeon." Here he stopped, for tears were rolling
Down his cheeks, and rent his clothing as he stood there, crushed and grieving;
Amazed at what he'd done, and even now not quite believing
His hand must wield the wicked knife; his hand must light the fire;
His hand must end his daughter's life; his hand must build the pyre.
He stared at his offending limbs, said, "Would to God I'd lost them;"
For now he had to tell his wife how much his oath had cost them.
Then Celena, brave Celena said, "Perform what you have spoken;
For the Lord has taken vengeance and the Ammonites are broken:
Only grant me two months longer so that I and my companions
May bewail my virgin state among the mountains and the canyons."
One word was all that he could say, the one word, "Go," and held her
A moment to his bosom as his teary eyes beheld her;
A chain of gold about her neck, dress gay with colored sashes;
A tremble in her ruby lips, a teardrop in her lashes.
Then turning from her father, to the wilderness she stumbled;
Her eyes so filled with tears that down the road she tripped and tumbled,
And lay a while in the deep, deep dust that rose above her;
Then stripped her golden necklace, one gold ring and then the other
And threw them from her to be swallowed by the dusty powder:
"What good is gold?" she softly mumbled, crying ever louder.
Retreating to the lonely cliffs, the desert's jagged mountains,
Where desolation reigns enthroned, except for by the fountains
And streams that bring a thread of life, that ever downward trailing
Flows by the place where seven maidens gather as they're wailing
The loss of faithful friend, the favored, beautiful Celena,
Who would not flee, but e'er would be the dutiful Celena,
Submitting to her father's vow, though leading to her dying.
The place that used to ring with song and laughter fills with crying;
And music now is sighing of the maids and lonesome whispers
Of the wind. And those who danced are aimless wanderers and drifters,
Seldom speaking: consolation is but vain when 'tis imparted
To a soul whose days are numbered when its life has barely started.
Perhaps you feel like your
life is “spiraling down”
It’s as if everything’s come
“crashing to the ground”
Is your lie filled with
A lot of apprehension?
Just living day by bay
with a lot of tension?
Maybe you’re at a “low point”
and very “distraught.”
In life’s circumstances…
you feel trapped and caught.
If you feel confused…
Like you’re in a “trance…”
God’s word says to TRUST HIM,
in every circumstance!
God’s here to pick you up,\
when you stumble!
He’s always do it,
And never grumble!
If life’s dealt you a bad hand,
don’t try name it!
Jesus loves you so much!
It’s hard to explain it!
All of heaven invites you to
Invite Jesus as your lord!
An eternal life with him,
can be your great reward!
By Jim Pemberton
For twenty-one years our love was tied
The one person in whom I'd confide
God knows we had a beautiful ride
You were my bride
Traveled together, we saw the world
We dreamed on the stars all unfurled
Life was a dance we gave it a whirl
You were my girl
In early morning we'd listen to chimes
Back door open we'd love these times
We were a poem with perfect rhymes
You were my greatest lines
Everything now births a fresh memory
Begging God for peace to let it be
Slipped from earth you're finally free
Still always you and me
Life feels so crushingly cold.. It's stern
Separated now by this blizzard's churn
What's happened leaves a heart's yearn
Inside.. where frozen embers still burn
*Yesterday my sweet sister passed into eternity. This poem is from her husband's
perspective as he's shared stories. (We drove 13 hours yesterday so please forgive
unanswered soup mail)
Contest: Gail's "Where Frozen Embers Still Burn"
Are You Thinking of Giving Up?
Have you lately been thinking of giving up?
Perhaps you feel like, you’ve “had enough?”
Have trials in life been getting you down?
Do you feel like there’s not a friend in town?
I know what it feels like,
to be in a difficult situation!
Things in life can change,
with no explanation!
But I also know of God you listens
and hears you!
Once you trust him, there no reason
to have fear in you!
Won’t you give him a chance
to help you recover?
There’s an abundant life in him,
that you can discover!
He is what you really need!
At this moment in time!
He is always loving, patient and very kind!
Won’t you come? And bring your needs to him?
Confess your every sin, and bow before him!
His love can pick you up! And bring hope today!
He cares and loves you more,
than words can say!
By Jim Pemberton
Because I was smart,
I was bullied,
Because I was bullied,
I was hurt,
Because I was hurt,
I grew weak,
Because I grew weak,
I couldn’t speak,
Because I couldn’t speak,
I was alone,
Because I was alone,
I couldn’t take it,
Because I couldn’t take it,
I was crazy,
Because I was crazy,
I grew suicidal,
Because I grew suicidal,
I grew homicidal,
Because I grew homicidal,
I begin to kill,
Because nobody cares about my hurt or how I feel,
They thought it was a joke but now it’s real.
Jesus Paid The Sacrifice!
Jesus sacrificed his life for
you and me!
So we can be with him
for all eternity!
His life for ours…
a ransom was paid IN FULL,
This is why I
I love HIM so!
Upon his head were placed
the crown of thorns,
Enduring so much
shame and scorn.
The blood from his body
as it began to flow!
The pain inside his body,
Began to grow!
The nails placed in
his feet and hands,
The pain he went through
is hard to understand.
His life for ours,
is what he gave!
His life for ours…
Is what he did trade!
By Jim Pemberton
There he stood in the
garden,a gentle fellow
with glowing gown;
His countenance was
that of an Angel,
The Padre of old St
As I approached him,he
gave me a warm.
Then he told me why he
came to the mission,the
mission in old St Anthony.
We knelt down to pray,I
thanked the Lord for a
man such as this.
Then the chapel bells
the rang,I heard a
voice"child it is time."
I looked,lo saw I a fiery
figure beckoning him to
He stood up and looked
at me with tender love in
Then I knew this man
was an Angel,the Padre
of old St Anthony.
With joyous heart,I left
the vicinity of old St
I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.
I do not know?
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)
they shot you down
all those years ago
your dream lives on
and always will
for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for
and much, much more
to fight for still
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
we shall overcome
(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
From time immemorial your story began
A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more
Your story past written a character just one
The tale of you bleeds into all
Each story unique while pieces the same
Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone
Your story continues passed first to no last
The tale of you bleeds into all
Through love and hate, laughter and death
Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days
The story being written you wrote each day
The tale of you bleeds into all
Memories endure through dream and remembrance
Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on
Your story yet written a character more than one
The tale of you bleeds into all
Your stories the fires shall never consume
A past, a future, a present goes on
The story you wrote lives forever in your love
The tale of you bleeds into all
Locked inside my breaking heart
is my dearest, most bitter desire.
A longing for your comforting arms,
your fingers entwined in my hair.
Those eyes of yours, my sorrow;
forever never gazing my way.
Please, I cannot bare the pain!
I stand surrounded by two valleys,
either choice simply the wrong one.
"I love you", my mocking secret,
teeth bared to tear my soul.
Better to forge a third choice,
to flee from your soft voice.
Remember me as I was before,
long after I have fled you,
the source of my sleepless nights.
Do you want joy and satisfaction
that you “haven’t got?”
The peace and joy you want,
can’t be bought…
Are you looking for fulfillment
in your daily activities?
Have you “pushed” the envelope,
with your liberties?
There’s a road of “good intentions.”
It’s wide and easy to find.
But there’s another road… Which God has in mind!
This narrow road, to many,
may seem strange indeed!
It’s only on this road, where you’ll find
an answer to your need
This road leads to a life that’s everlasting.
There’s a question, which God is asking!
Are you ready to take the road that
leads to heaven’s gate?
Will this be your choice? Before it’s too late?
Jesus stands at your heart’s door knocking…
The choice is yours! On which road,
will you do your walking?
Please take the narrow road!
It can be difficult to travel…
You should do this! Before life begins to unravel!
Jesus! The prince of Peace... Rules the earth
and heavens above!
Won’t you enter his haven of rest,
and abundance of love?
He is here waiting for you. So loving,
patient and kind…
Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and
joy every time!
By Jim Pemberton
I do not know?
I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with tears in ours and sadness on ours faces,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated right,we are treated wrong,we have no one to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated fairly we are treated unfairly,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated kind,we are treated unkind,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing from coming back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated good we are treated badly,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing who are still on this earth while ours conrades have paid the price and die for this country,We still don't have anyone to comfort us, the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw the country on 9/11 when the enemy came and bomb the USA,We was there to comfort the country and the people that lost love ones,the power was on the side of the military of the USA,We beat them down,so I ask this question????? Who are going to comfort us now,we are no longer soldiers but war veterans all mess up we was not born this way but got this way for fighting for ours country////// SSG Jack Thomas Kirt
Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!
There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"
I admit,... I have been very
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."
But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!
I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."
When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!
I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!
An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!
Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!
He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
By Jim Pemberton 2012
In The Wind
Alone I take a long hard look in broken pieces of a mirror.
The end I see that's meant for me is suddenly much clearer.
Filled with fear but not for me for when my time is through.
For myself I'm not afraid the fear I feel's for you.
Sometimes it seems that life's unfair and it can be demanding.
So the things I say to you is for your own understanding.
When you wake to find me gone don't turn loose of your smile.
Be grateful as I am with you, at least I had you for awhile.
Don't think of things I said or done that you struggled with forgiving.
Remember me and joy we made. Remember me for living.
Don't think about those memories as back before I died.
Remember that I promised you I'd be there by your side.
Don't let your poor heart question if it's a promise I can keep.
Believe I'm watching over you beside you as you sleep.
Listen when I call to you you'll hear me in the wind.
My hands reaching out to you, good to see you my dear friend.
You'll feel me sometimes late at night when discouraged tears you cry.
Leaving goosebumps on your body I'll wipe teardrops from your eye.
You can see me almost anytime no matter day or night.
It's me here now that comforts you in these few words I write.
For as long as I have been with you, as long as we have been together.
Everything I gave to you will be with you for forever.
For though I'm standing close to you it's not for you to see.
It brings me pain and sorrow to see you cry for me.
Oh I know that days will come when you start feeling blue.
And though I wait here silently I'll see tears fall from you.
But heaven won't be heaven as far as I can see.
If crying is all that remains of what once was you and me.
Cling to all our memories of the things that we went through.
And show me that you loved me the way that I love you.
Laugh like no one hears you. Go out and help a friend.
Smile at a stranger. I am with you in the wind.
Edwin C Hofert
If Jesus came today...
Would you join him!
Or would your lifestyle
simply annoy him?
If he came... Are you ready to go?
Is he the lord of your
heart and soul?
Would he find you looking
for his coming?
What kind of follower
have you been becoming?
Hopefully a follow of Jesus,
you’ve already decided!
A mansion for you, in heaven,
has been provided!
The king of kings and son
Of God is he!
And wants to take you!
For all eternity!
Won’t give him your faith
and trust in him?
Won’t you give him your heart?
And love him?
His coming could be today
You don’t want to be missed!
And be filled with sorrow!
Jesus is the gate to heaven above!
You can be filled right now!
With his mercy and love!
Won’t you join Jesus?
There’s alwaysl room!
He’s coming back!
And very soon!
By Jim Pemberton
Very Soon, I’ll Be With Jesus!
I know my life on earth shall one day end…
This body will turn back into dust again.
I hope that in my life’s remaining days…
I’ll be careful to give God glory and praise!
I hope that with the opportunities given…
I’ll walk in the joy of my sins being forgiven!
I’m thankful that Jesus has shown to me…
How much he really cares and loves me!
If not for Jesus… Where I would be?
He offered his body as a sacrifice for me!
Because of what he’s done, I’m living today!
He’ll be with me! Till the end of the way!
When my life closes, and a new life begins…
I’ll be with my savior, lord and friend!
Thank you Jesus! As a new day starts!
You’ve brought love and joy to my heart!
By Jim Pemberton
The Girl Who Was My Wife
The largest portion of my life
Seventeen years of time,
A beautiful girl, who was my wife
Now, no longer mine
I blame no one but myself
In the fracture of her heart,
She did her best to keep it whole
As I tore it apart
I met her when we both were young
Our heads so full of dreams,
We did everything together
Just yesterday it seems
No formal education,
Not arrogant or loud
But in everything she ever did,
She always made me proud
She may not even know it,
She may not even care,
But I cherish every single year
When I knew she was there
I miss her words of wisdom,
I mess her sage advice,
I miss the look of love
I used to see within her eyes
I miss here gentle smile,
The scent of her blonde hair,
Her plain and simple presence
That’s now no longer there,
She’d lift me up when I was down,
And help me dry my tears,
She’d chase away the boogey man,
And calm my endless fears,
She tried so hard to make it work,
I tried hard to make it not,
And what I fought so hard for,
I suppose I finally got,
Our family left in tatters,
As best as I could tell,
And all the years since then, for me,
Have been a living hell
I tried again a couple times
As I’m sure she did too,
But no one else could take her place
And do the things she’d do
So now I cry at night alone,
No one to dry my tears,
At the mercy of the boogey man,
And all my endless fears
I tried to keep my hope alive,
That we might try again,
But my dead hope has been entombed,
Knowing we’re not even friends
And as I see her from afar,
I know how much I miss,
Her love, her touch, her gentle ways,
And yes, her tender kiss,
This one thing I want her to know,
The girl who was my wife,
She’s the best thing I have ever had,
Through my entire life
As In the Days of Noah…
As in the days of Noah, there was wickedness in the land!.
So shall it be in the days of the coming of the son of man!
There were many forms of ungodliness that were enjoyed!
Until the day of the flood...
Then it was all destroyed!
Imagine building an ark that took one hundred
and twenty years!
The labor it took! Throughout the blood,
sweat and tears!
The people laughed, and thought Noah
was “out of his mind.”
But soon, the wrath of God,
is what they would find!
God gave them a chance to repent, but no one would.
So he had Noah and his family made an ark out of wood.
Noah warned them all, consequences there would be!
And warned them of where
they’d be spending eternity!
Then, the rains came and poured like never before!
The people got scared!
They couldn’t take anymore!
They cried and shouted, “Noah” “please let us in!”
“We didn’t believe you, when you told us of our sin!”
The door on the ark was shut! God’s judgment came down!
Other than Noah’s family, there was no one else around!
America’s days of wickedness will be coming to an end!
Very soon, God’s judgment will certainly begin!
Will you mock the men of God? Who preach God’s word?
Or will you live as if, his truth, you never heard?
As in the days of Noah, so shall it be at Christ’ return!
Will you join him in heaven?
Or stay on this earth to burn?
By Jim Pemberton
I lifted up prayers on a sparrow's wing;
When I heard what happened in old Charleston town.
I thought I heard the voices of angels sing;
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.
As I looked to the sky, my eyes filled with tears;
My heart was heavy with pain.
Wanting to see signs to appear;
That we would see you all again.
A voice cried out to forgive;
Do not let hate be our legacy.
So that we may continue to live;
On Heaven's Bright Shores we are free.
Don't taint our memories with hatred;
In peaceful harmony unite.
For I go now to my Father's house;
I can now see the light.
Choose to stand together;
And soon you too will see.
That a new day will come;
Let there be Peace In The Valley For Me.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
What If Christ Came Today?
Many in church aren't
ready for Christ' return,
Holiness in their lives hasn’t been learned.
Many attend each Sunday,
and go to Sunday class.
But outside church, their spiritual
candle burns out fast.
Everyone thinks they're doing
fine and “o.k.”
As long as they give money
and sing and pray.
They soak in God's word and
You can see their Bible tucked
in behind their purses.
A sense of excitement stirs
each Sunday morning.
But many fail to heed God's somber warning.
Without holiness, no one shall
enter God's throne.
If Jesus came today,
they'd be left alone.
God knows the heart of man
is wicked deep within.
That's why Jesus said: “YOU MUST be born again.”
Be separate from the world's
wicked and sinful ways.
“Be ready for my coming” is what Jesus says.
At God's house, his divine
judgement shall start.
Live for Jesus NOW! Love him with all of your heart.
Keep this important thought in mind.
If he came now… Would you go? Or be left behind?
By Jim Pemberton 07/23/15