We salute every soldier who’s
served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
We salute each member
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
efforts and resources!
We salute the many who
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…
If not for people like YOU!
We salute every son and
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
country is meant for!
We salute the officers who’ve
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!
And our love from within!
We salute our veterans!
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
land, air and sea!
Offering prayer to the
Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
love, hope and cheer!
May God bless them in
all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
today and forever!!
By Jim Pemberton
Let’s praise the Lord!
All you people of the land!
Let’s praise him with every
Instrument we have on hand!
Let’s shout praises to his
A message of rejoicing,
we need to proclaim!
Let’s come before him,
with love from our hearts!
This is where a victorious
life really starts!
Let’s bring him our thanks
And sing of his tender mercy
and wondrous salvation!
Let’s bring him a heart filled
With hope and cheer!
The coming of the lord,
is so very near!
We bless the father, the spirit
Through the blood of Jesus,
we have overcome!
By Jim Pemberton
Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
Before we were thought of or time had started,
God put US in His Son’s name..
And each time we pray, you'll see its true,
You can't spell Jesus without including US.
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For US, He was born;
And His great love for US is the reason He died.
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension,
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
that I love them all - Just like I love you."
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters,
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too?
It all depends on what we do,
He'd like them all to know,
But it all starts with US.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
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Jesus you keep me breathing
You are my reason for living
Every breath I take to you I’m giving
Thanks to you I’m still surviving
I have very subtle moments between the inhale and the exhale
But I won’t let stress provoke me to scream and yell
My every breath has become like the metronome that centers my gravity, it gives me a beat
That metronome I have is giving my spirit rhythm now I’m moving my feet
In my breathing I sometimes find internal rhythm
Lately my vision has given my pen wisdom
So every word I write from my insightful vision I will inspire
From the words I recite that I write, to uplift you and spark that fire
Let me catch my breath because I have so much to say
I cannot seem to stop because I keep penning it every day
Every breath I take is very valuable to me
When I breathe my body feels free
So every breath I take is words that I say
But with those words I rather say I love you to Jesus when I pray
"JESUS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR ALWAYS LOVING ME!"
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.
The ominous reflection of moon
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.
Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.
Her claws prophesy of vengeance
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency
for a soul's annihilation.
Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.
What Shall I Do? For the One Who Gave So Much?
What shall I do? For the one who gave so much?
God reached down, and blessed me, with his touch!
What shall I do? To my lord who bled and died?
It was for my life, that Jesus was crucified!
What shall I do? To the God who truly loves me?
He has made it know that he wants
to be with me!
What shall I do? For the many who’ve “lost their way?”
Please dear Jesus…
Give me the right words to say!
What shall I do? As my way of, expressing my gratitude?
May God help me to have
a Christ’ like attitude!
What will YOU do? In this time that God’s given to you?
He’s here right now! And is patiently waiting for you!
What will YOU do? Will you give God a chance ?
Won’t you accept his salvation?
Whatever the circumstance?
What Christ will do… Is to do, what he does best!
Simply give him your life! He’ll take care of the rest!
What Christ has done…. Is to give life everlasting!
Everything you need…
Is right here, for the asking!
By Jim Pemberton
He hated his posting here;
Rome had sent him here as punishment;
He was sure of that;
These people were a stubborn lot;
He hated them most of all;
Then he met the prisoner.
He was supposed to be some kind of king.
Pilate had interviewed this man;
Now the other guards were mocking him;
They fashioned a crown of thorns for His head;
They forced it upon him;
Blood came pouring down;
Yet the king didn't utter a sound.
The guards stripped the king;
They placed on him a purple robe;
The mockery was intense;
Yet this king was different in some way;
He didn't utter a sound.
Then they began to beat the king;
The centurion simply watched;
This was no ordinary man;
The man simply offered them his back;
Then the centurion heard the man pray;
The man was forgiving his captors!
Pilate had ordered the man to be crucified;
So they led the figure out;
He was now beaten and battered;
Could He even carry the cross;
The centurion wished it was all over;
This prisoner didn't deserve any of this.
The centurion made another man carry the cross;
Soon they topped the hill;
Here they stripped the prisoner;
They laid Him on the cross;
As they drove the nails;
The centurion heard Him pray;
He was forgiving them for killing Him!
The centurion had heard of this prisoner;
He now remembered Him well;
The prisoner claimed to be the Son of God;
He had performed many miracles;
The centurion wished to see one now;
He wished the man would come down from the cross!
The sky around them began to darken;
The centurion watched the man on the cross;
The man looked at the centurion;
"I love you and forgive you", written in His eyes;
The centurion's heart was breaking inside;
The man on the cross breathed His last.
The earth rattled as an earthquake struck;
Tombs opened and dead men walked;
The centurion was oblivious to it all;
He seen only the dead man on the cross;
His knew now within his heart;
He had crucified the Son of God.
There comes to us each Thursday morning
One very interested in our group sharing
The texts to be used the next Sunday
His explanations of the verses help hear what they say
Our questions asked, sometimes simple, sometimes deep
His answers almost never put us to sleep
The Spirit speaks through this spiritual man
Understandable words spoken like few can
An hour Bible study, most times extended by half
Quite often interspersed with a hearty laugh
Who is this teacher/preacher sent to us to speak
Knowledgeable words our hearts seek
That one who longs for God's word, our hearts to fill
The one known to all of us as our friend, Pastor Bill
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
Life lessons reviewed
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
My spirit alive!
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,
as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.
Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.
He, the one true Incarnation
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress
with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.
That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!
I remember the first time I
and my wife first met.
The beauty in her... I'll never forget!
I won't forget the day
and the place.
I'll never forget the look
on her face.
The feeling I had was
hard to describe.
I knew she was going to be my bride!
I'm thankful to Jesus for
bringing us together.
Binding us as one...
Both now and forever!
Twenty years have passed...
since our wedding day.
She's still my beautiful wife!
I'm proud to say!
Thanks be to God,
for making us one.
I pray for his blessings upon
our daughters and sons.
May God be the unifying
love in all that we do.
May we never forget the meaning of...
"I love YOU!"
Each day I look at her...
what do I see?
This wonderful wife God
has brought to me!
I'm thankful and honored
to have her as my wife.
She's been such a blessing...
A great part of my life!
By Jim Pemberton
I don't need any money,
I don't need fancy shoes.
I don't need to buy happiness,
'Cause all I need is You.
I don't need expensive clothes,
I don't need things to choose.
I don't need five-star meals,
'Cause all I need is You.
I'm smiling here so wide;
I feel like I'm brand new.
Today is the start of something big
'Cause all I need is You.
My soul is eternally fulfilled;
My heart is being led through.
I don't need anything else,
'Cause all I need is You.
In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams
Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay
The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire
She presses her finger on the thorn
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede
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.)
Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne!
Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne.
He came to earth… For 33 years,
he called it his home!
His mission had one purpose and desire in mind!
He was to one day,
be a sacrifice for mankind!
He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken!
He knew that one day,
his body would be broken!
He desired that all, would one day, come to know him!
Because of his resurrection,
all can receive him!
He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above!
And desires to touch us, with his endless love!
Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given?
And experience the power,
of being forgiven!
This can be your moment!
This can be YOUR day!
He loves you much more,
than words can say!
All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king!
You are our righteousness!
By Jim Pemberton
(1 Kings 8: 27)
I Would Build YOU Seven Pillars
Made of Pearls of Such Dimension- Prized
I Would Build YOU Ten Giant Columns
Made of Pure Crystals Up To The Skies
And On That Holy Edifice
of 400 Cubits Elevated To Size
I Would Build YOU A Thunder-Temple
A Thousand Stories High
This Would Be My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
And Inside The Thunder-Temple
I Would Build A Lightning-Fire
It Would Burn A Flame of Love So Hot & Bright
That Lasts Forever & Never Die
I Would Place YOUR Name On A Pedestal Throne
of Precious Gems - No One Could Pry
Of Such Height & Depth & Length
& Everlasting Arms Wide
This Is My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
O' My Rock of Ages ... Because YOU Are My Strength
& My Fondest & Most Fervent of Ties
I Would Construct This On A Mountain Top
That Stands Up Past A Million Miles
It Would Touch The Moon In Reflection
And The Stars Would Be Inspired
and Eclipse Every Man-Made Structure
& Orbit In YOUR Eyes
This Is My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
I Would Fill The Air With Perfumed Prayer
Celestial, Sparkled-Incense Would Rise
I Would Fill The Space With Music
& Exalt HALLELUJAH In Chimes!
I Would Bow Down In YOUR Beauteous Presence
In The Aisles & Among All Tribes
& Exult In The Awesome Atmosphere
of YOUR Essence So Wise
... In My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...
I Would Fill It With All YOUR Worshipers
& All YOUR Wonders & Praise Realized
& We'd Sing My Metaphysical Monument
In Paradise ... To JAH !
This Is My Metaphysical Monument
And Yes, This Vision Is Heaven-Sent
Spirit-Height & Depth & Width & Length
In My Whole-Soul, Solar-Sacrament
& My Devotion's Endless Measurements
Built From A Bonafide & Blessed Blueprint
Constructed Thru Carpenter's Consent
& With The Master-Worker's Instruments
It Will Tower-Up In Testament !
So All Will Know - Everywhere I Went
It's The Metaphysical Monument
My HalleluJah - Horizon-Event!
... My Metaphysical Monument ... To JAH
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/27/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
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.
I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back,
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began.
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.
TRIBUTE TO GRANDPA
This tribute to Grandpa to read,
In our family's tapestry,
Every stitch sewn with love,
Grandpa's guidance from above,
In our web of threads,
Echoes of patterns, never ends,
Colours entwining, shades selecting,
Our Grandpa standing,
Tall as a tree,
Our family's tapestry.
In him we always believed,
Memories of our olden days,
Our family's exemplar, passed away,
Endless hours, part of our story,
In perpetual light, he rests in glory....
Our Grandpa stood tall as a tree,
Yes, in him we always believed,
Stitching here thoughtfully,
Grandpa's place in life's tapestry.
I do not turn the other cheek,
so you can boast in my defeat,
I do not love my enemies
with but a smile, but earnestly,
I humble my once proud heart
in hopes to reach maturity.
Ive had my share of battles fought,
and scars to show for lesson taught
still no reason conceit
will ever I pursue or seek.
I do bless when others curse
to show my weakness with remorse
but I becomes a broken horse.
Following my master's righteous course.
I find no joy in any pain
but I pursue knowledge to gain
an ever steadfast path in life
not dictated by my strife,
so I do none of these for you
but for my certain peace of mind
that when I'm struck down by another
my heart still knows how to be kind.
A child of power.
A child of privilege.
A child of possessions.
A child of prestige.
He gave up all
For what he saw.
Criticized by friends for wasting his time.
In response he wrote “No reserve” as the first line.
Upon his Yale graduation executive suitors stood in line.
In response he wrote “No retreat” at the second line.
Spinal meningitis would ultimately take his life.
Before his death in his Bible he wrote “No regrets” the final line.
I want to be like Bill.
A man of God’s own heart.
Doing God’s work was his fill.
Saving the wicked heart.
Lifting the orphan, relict, and ill.
A man of wealth lived his part.
He talked the talk.
He walked the walk.
Close to the measure of a man he was.
Look at myself and I am not half.
Today we fall short of the sacrifice.
Can you give up such a life?
Have no reserve?
Have no retreat?
Have no regret?
Let Christ be your guide
And help another thru plight?
On the hill, be that shining light.
Still In Love With My Wife...
My son came to me with
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”
He said, “Daddy—are you still
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when
I was in her tummy?”
My eyes choked with tears;
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”
“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you
will always belong.”
I looked down and much to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my son's eyes.
He came running to me with arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.
I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.
His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.
I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!
By Jim Pemberton
We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.
Thank You Jesus!
Thank you Jesus, for making my life complete!
You’ve blessed me, from my head to my feet!
Thank you Jesus! For you mercy most fare!
And for keeping me in your love and care!
Thank you Jesus! For your wonderful love!
And for your peace… Like a very gentle dove!
Thank you Jesus! For all that you’ve done!
All praise and honor, to God’s risen son!
Thank you Jesus! For this, and so much more!
You’re the way to heaven! The only door!
Thank you Jesus! For listening to my prayers!
You’re willing to help! And always there!
Thank you Jesus! You brought me hope!
Just when it seemed I was on a slippery slope!
Thank you Jesus! For forgiving my every sin!
I humbly come before you! My lord and friend!
I love you Jesus! You’ve blessed me today!
Whatever I’m going through… You’ll make a way!
I worship you Jesus! And I bless your name!
I’m so glad you’re here! I’m glad you came!
By Jim Pemberton
My mother died some time ago
And God took her away,
To begin her dance with Jesus
That continues to this day
She wasn’t her old self that day,
Her memories had flown
He invited mom’s new self to dance,
And the Father took her home
Mom never was a dancer
That I ever heard her claim,
But the steps she does with Jesus
Would put Fred Astaire to shame
Perfect mind in perfect love,
With perfect memory,
As she whirls and twirls with The Lord of the Dance,
And waits with Him for me
My Brother’s up there with her,
I’m sure he cheers her on,
And does a jig or two himself
When Heaven plays the song
My other brother’s with me still,
And our sweet sister too,
The three of us with our dear dad,
Believe all this is true
Mom is up there dancing,
All over Canaan Land,
Perfect in the arms of Jesus,
As He strikes up the band