You promised to take care of me like a new cherished bride
I cling to it, waiting until at the point of suicide
now your expectations and my anger collide
because your blessings seem to always find a place to hide
I try to be my own guide
then you caution me and call it pride
very little, you want me to decide
and you say I’ll be okay by just being on your side
I’m tired and have kept all these talk aside
following my own path and taking my ride
my self belief has beaten faith landslide
everything about you in me must suffer a genocide
your rules and ordinances, no more will I abide
if serving you comes with trials then I wish my loyalty had long died
and the dividends of my worship to you, just divide
Now I know twas an uneasy stride
now I understand, your blessings and my discipline must coincide
now I’ve seen that your love is so high and wide
and hating you is like becoming the voluntary victim of a homicide
I said you do not care, please Lord, I lied
Your ways are mysterious indeed
You searched my heart and all you saw was greed
because only my desires and blindness I feed
and you knew among the wheat, I’ll be a weed.
Despite I, not taking heed
You were still patient and ever ready to lead
You never gave me what I wanted nor stick to my timing
but at the appointed time, lavished me with all I need
while watering my entire efforts’ seed.
Thank you heavenly father! Leaving your presence, I now forbid
and serving you wholeheartedly is henceforth my utmost deed.
for the poetry contest "Fighting God
sponsored by rob carmack
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Deep in my heart I search Oh Lord
Deep in my wretchedness I pray
Deep in my soul I cry for words
Words oh Lord, deep words worthy
To praise your Holy Lamb
How could I with human tongue
How could I with this spotted soul
How could I the unworthy one
Sing praises, how oh Lord
Sing praises worthy of the Lamb
Will I ever have the words oh Lord
Will I ever sing your song
Will I ever be around your throne
Where there I will praise,….praise
The Holy Lamb
I search the earth your hands have made
I search the sky, the clouds above
I search your flowers and your trees
Yet in their beauty none, none compare
To the beauty of the Lamb
Oh Holy Lamb please hear my plea
Oh Holy Lamb look in my soul
Oh Holy Lamb dispense your grace
That I oh Holy Lamb, I may have the words
To sing forevermore, Holy is the Lamb
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: Verlena’s Holy is The Lamb
I have been a Christian for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of them all
Writing poetry that has made me feel appalled
I have coveted, lied, hated and stole
Indulged in adultery with an innocent sole
I have broken my family, and now live in separate homes
While writing perversions of my conquests in poems
The thing that worries me, is that I feel nothing at all
This is what scares Sidney. C Hall
I see the ten commandments almost all broken
Save for killing no words of remorse that are spoken
Am I destined to a life burning in hell?
As part of the masses with speeches that make heads swell
Denying God and not seeking his Grace
Awaiting the day to say “I have no excuse,” to his face
Or believing a lie that there is no forgiveness
And just going along my ungodly business
Ladies and Gentleman my soul is in turmoil
Sin runs through my veins causing my blood to boil
I say to myself Sid you need to change,
Then the next minute something take me out of range
But I feel nothing, so how can this scare me
If I feel nothing , why is fear in hell, I see
Could this be God preparing my final years
I hope and pray soaked in tears
There is sunshine on a cloudy day, that's what they say,
But that is just a cliche, I will tell you my truth anyway.
Eighteen, an orphan, in a flop house with drugs and beer,
Darkness battered, bloodied my breath, froze me in fear.
Escape from addiction was like a country songs bad refrain.
I was desperate, dancing with terror, catching my freight train.
Then there was a still small voice,
I knew then I had to make a choice.
Golden days rose like God's sacrificed son,
When I believed I was really some one.
Wooden doors adorned a cross, opened for me,
In tired clothes, and weathered eyes, they welcomed me.
A congregation of caring, I was a stranger but a friend,
They held the thread, my heart they did mend.
Stitching me with words of wisdom and joy,
No longer was I just the Devil's children's toy.
Food filled my forgotten belly, healthy and complete,
A hotel room, a haven to rest my recovering feet.
Every day golden words filled my cup to run,
Over and over, I was blessed by the golden son.
I was someone, I am someone.
I was baptized, in that moment my heart knew,
there was more to life than both me and you.
Every day has been a blessing, I am happy to serve,
I was heading off the cliff, but it was God who made me swerve.
For Contest: Golden Days
Date: April 2md
On the Passover Lord
In our salvation
four back To back
Bleeding in the Heaven's
Eclipsed in blood
Sea waves roar
Upon your throne
On the Passover
Hailing from the clouds
On the feast of the tabernacle
I bow to you my king
The moon bleeds
Forgive us our sins
Eclipses the new year
A sign of great glory
From the eclipsed moon
On the feast of the trumpets
Falling to the last moon
Feast of the tabernacle
Salvation his Holy name
He who believes
shall not perish
from the chalice
of everlasting Life
Pray It comes
in the end
I did behold the vision
one like a daughter of man
singing before the armies of heaven
I did hear what the seven thunders said
said they put on your war robe LORD and go
then go and cleanse the earth with your sword
Of a child growing up without a father
And the love and nurture of a mother
The struggle for food on less than a dollar
In a world of abundance poverty still a ruler
Dried up wells and contaminated streams
Life on the brink in a desert of dreams
Knowledge like water, how rare for some
Education and schools taboo (Boko Haram)
Remember to pray my son, mother said to me
There’s so much evil, airplane crashes and terrorism
And Islam and the perversion of this religion
The focus and fear drives us from being Christian
Remember to call on God the only true referee
The one who can guide us to unity and victory
He seeks neither an election nor a campaign
Forget His love we remember only hatred and pain
strike a match
throw it in
and burn the batch
an orphan cries
made to despise
from here to there
that goes nowhere
games played now
by saints and crooks
a prophet dies
as moon star rise
a winter season
death and flies
in light’s disguise
the sleeping snake
light and truth
reveals the fake
I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
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.
Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.
From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're seeing,
To everything out of sight.
The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.
The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred ring.
Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.
I do not know?
My Lord is my reliance, sole
He claimed a body that a mother scorned
His termoil testifies me whole
His spirit has me not forlorn
Yet satan deigns to me instruct
My every path must he obstruct
With a ruthless tongue
He devices wrong
And counts upon my every fault
Every virtue to assult
And so I seek my death with zeal
My death like hidden goods I seek
A broken temple bears my sovereign's seal
Son of David mild and meek.
Jesus heal me who am weak.
Lord., I've Been Hurting!
This one thing I am
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.
I trying to do right, but it
turns out “wrong.”
Where, in life,
do I really belong?
So many people
pass me by.
may say; “hi!”
I don’t know if this message is
I feel so confused and
A message of “help” has my
prayer and plea…
For God to reach out to me!
He reached down and
made me whole!
HIS love and compassion
filled my soul!
Spending time with Jesus
is time well spent!
It was for you and me that
Jesus was sent!
By Jim Pemberton
God of Light
In the dark of night,
And face my lord
The God of Light
Who guides me
Thru the haze of pain,
And takes on him
My guilt and shame
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand
Because He chose
To call me friend
A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
I lay no claim
To being just,
He gives me grace
In trade for trust
For any man,
Without the mercy
Of “I Am”
The song of God
Is in my ear,
And every fear
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep
All earthly harm
As I slumber
In his arms
No longer frightened
By the night
Is the God of Light
Dear Jesus… I realize
how much I really need you!
I want to honor,
love and trust you!
I know that others will
I know that you’re here….
And will take care of me!
Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!
May I bring honor
to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!
Dear Jesus… You’re all I need!
And so much more!
It’s you that my life
was meant for!
I offer to you, my lord,
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
And the life you’re giving!
You all I’ll ever need!
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!
By Jim Pemberton
by Walks In Shadows
Let me kiss your face,
Oh beautiful child,
Before the crack of the whip,
Before a sponge touches your lip,
Before the betrayal you will sip,
Before your blood must drip,
Lord, can you feel this?
It’s my kiss.
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
A Mother’s Love…
How precious is the love
of a mother’s heart!
Even as a child… It’s there from the start.
A mother’s love knows
no boundary or limit.
It’s often shown by how
much the mother gives it!
Whether her children are
young or growing old…
And whatever circumstances
in life may unfold…
Her love is continually
a solid foundation…
That can’t be removed, torn or shaken.
Her love is what is
a “guiding force…”
Even if her children’s lives
stray “off course.”
I’m thankful for the love
my mother’s given…
It’s surely influenced
the way I’ve been livin’!
To all of our mothers across
our great nation…
May we show them our love
Their love has stood and
endured the test of time…
I’m so glad that one of them is MINE!
By Jim Pemberton
The Family That God Gave to Me
I think about the family,
that God gave to me...
And think about where
they'll spend eternity!
I think about the good times,
that we've had.
And the trials we've faced...
Both good and bad!
God helped us to overcome
And proved his faithfulness...
Today and forever!
He showed us the Godly path,
that we should follow...
And promised to be with us!
Today and tomorrow!
He's proven how
much he loves us!
And how much that he
cares for us!
Thank you my lord,
for all you do!
Where would we be?
If not for you?
You've proven yourself
over and over again!
Thank you so much,
for being our friend!
By Jim Pemberton
What Is This Church All About?
Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?
They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth... Can they give it?
I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!
We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!
May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!
Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”
God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know… Do we really believe the Bible?
He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
to enter heaven’s gate?”
May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!
May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
our #1 possession!
“Unless the Lord builds the house.”
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God!
May his presence completely fill it!!
By Jim Pemberton
Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Avoiding, Denying, Disliking
Worker, Teacher, Politician, Artist
Listening, Singing, Rejoicing
You dare to tell me what you think you know
Intellectual egotistical bravado?
You think that you can out think the Plan
Where nothing was and
. . .
BANG! The universe began?
. . .
The cosmic Know you think to challenge?
While the gene pool we swim in is so shallow?
Explain to me the black hole or atom
that we can't fathom
where time stands still
Or dark energy
Unseen but real
How 2 plus 2 is never 5
How gravity bends light and time
Do thoughts move faster than does light?
Prove sarcasm, love, or even fright
How sound travels yet can't be seen
Or exactly how life came to be
Big bounce? Big Bang?
String theory or brane?
Is Laminin what it seems to be?
How Neutrinos pass through cold steel beams?
Why some men choose gold over life
While letting children starve and die
And in the name of gods men kill and lie
Religion can't mask their Godless pride
Explain to me sir if you can
Is man your god
Or is your god man
Or how a seed can crack and die
And press through dirt up towards the sky
Universe? Multiverse? Or parallel?
Who's to say or who can tell?
Explain to me sir if you can
The event horizon Kerr, oh vain man
You think that you can know it all
While the speck we live on is so small
Did you know that pride precedes your looming fall?
At one time you thought the earth was flat.
Now you mock and scoff at that.
Yet you're still willing for magic beans to trade the cow,
Or your children's future for the here and now
Can you feed all the hungry with what you know?
Can you stop hate, and make love grow?
Can you conquer fear in your Petri dish?
Or should I just click my heels and make a wish?
Maybe Something Somewhere is bigger than us.
That we can't fathom, but can discuss.
But if we are to do that you must know,
Your superstition has to go.
I'm not talking bout 4 leaf clovers.
Or chanting some prayer over and over.
Ain't talking bout black cats crossing the road,
Or eye of bat or oil of toad.
I'm talking about what you think you know,
Your pride my brother has got to go.
But that pride helps cover up your fear
It blinds your eyes
Stops up your ears.
I'm telling you man just let it go
And let's have a frank discussion about our souls?
It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
In Jesus' Name,
Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.
The inner and the outer,
Are dissolving fast in space.
The ominous clouds of thunder,
Are covering your face.
The meek the mild and innocent,
Are trampled under feet,
As we go one marching blindly,
To our invincible defeat.
No more calling softly,
No more calling you,
We've lost our hope and loving,
What once we thought was true.
And now the choice is coming,
Riding on a wave,
To be a free man dying,
Or be a mad man's slave.
And now the drums are drumming,
Drumming down the line,
Will you be marching forwards?
Will you be deaf and blind?
Will the light of sacred meaning?
Shine from bottom of your heart?
As the soldiers go on marching,
Tearing our humanity apart.
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Many In Church Don’t Know of God’s Power!
There’s many people who attend church on Sundays.
And yet don’t really understand what God’s word says!
Many get excited when the church has a “coffee hour.”
But few really have a desire to experience God’s power!
Prayer time is too often just a few words that are said.
They sing a good tune, but many are “spiritually dead.”
An evangelist comes to town, and many rush to see him!
It’s almost like they want to “bow down” before him!
I’m not here to look for a preacher to get me “excited.”
I want to experience the power of God, that he’s provided!
If I need a drive thru restaurant, I don’t need a church to do it!
When it comes to knowing God’s power… Many refuse it!
It’s only the power of the Lord Jesus, that can raise the dead!
It’s only through knowing his word, that we can truly be fed!
If you want someone to stroke you ears, you’ll find them!
Many will say what you want to hear! You probably know them!
But if you really want the power of God to really change you!
You need to seek his presence! And allow it to touch you!
If you can’t find it in a church building, get into a prayer closet!
There’s a move of God that’s stirring! But many have lost it!
Seek the Lord while he may be found! And enter into his presence!
The Holy Spirit wants to fill you with power! And is omnipresent!
Please come Lord Jesus, and forgive us of our sinful living!
May we enter your courts with a heart
of praise and thanksgiving!
We need you Lord Jesus! May we lift your name up higher!
And seek to be filled with your Holy Ghost’ fire!
By Jim Pemberton 10/09/13
God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason!
God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason!
As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons!
We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things…
Often not realizing what the future of life brings!
As kids, we often share whatever life may give us!
And stick together, no matter what trials may face us!
But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways.
And lose any contact with each other for countless days!
I’ve seen all kinds of things tear families all apart.
Often, there’s some kind of
unforgiveness of the heart!
If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation…
May you seek Jesus for
a Godly reconciliation!
As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer!
Where two or three are gathered… God is there!
Just think about what the family unit has become!
The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one!
Getting along as a family, is more than just a “feeling!”
The blood of Christ needs to bring an “inner healing!”
The family that each of us have,
may not be here tomorrow!
Are you one who’s holding on to bitterness and sorrow?
May the words of Christ help us all to get along!
That through HIM, our families
will be STRONG!
By Jim Pemberton 10/20/13
I Went to Church Last Sunday…
I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson…
I felt like I was almost in a “delicatessen.”
A “menu” was served, with a “meal” given.
And a “pep talk’” on “how good we’re livin’!
We were asked to shake a hand, “and meet a friend.”
“But don’t say anything that may offend!”
Our comfort was sought after, with “love” in mind!
We were taught to be “considerate and kind!”
We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands…
And got up and down, all through the stands!
A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught.
A “feel good” message is what he sought!
How many “feel good” messages do we need?
In what direction does this church want to lead?
Is it one that doesn’t have a fear of God,
Is this a place where one
can find freedom from sin???
We need more than a Sunday lesson,
to change this nation!
We need God’s power! With Holy Ghost conviction!
We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal!
And the believe that Christ’ coming is very real!
May there be a new focus, of Christ’ death on the cross!
And much more emphasis on reaching the lost!
Going to church On Sunday, doesn’t mean a thing…
If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn’t mean anything!
May your church on Sunday be stirred from above!
And be filled with God’s power,
his holiness and love!!!
By Jim Pemberton