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(C)1982, 1996, 2006 ALBERT WILLIAMS

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Don' Wanna Bee ‘Roun Ewe Noh Moh

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
Yah ‘sposed,  tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun  wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.

Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.

Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Otha daze.

Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake  Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.

Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile, 
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.

Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God, 
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.

wrote 6-27-10

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Tale: Loaves and Fishes

We lived in Amman 30 years before Christ. We had a habit of participating in the first solstice spring meeting of traditional Judaic Asaph where we did collect all some food for after a man of the word in brightening up their knowledge and prophetic gift.
With each new solstice were instructed to take increasingly less food with the intention of making a fast to purify the meat. And it happened that this year we had managed to gather only 5 loaves (1kg each bread) and two fish (great size for a family each). The crowd was huge. Altogether it was calculated that somewhere around 4,000 people. It was then that a great teacher of the word this time made us reflect on our own satiety in receiving the word and not share with others.
Can man be absent from his duty? Man can not receive the word and share the teaching? Man can only feed a crowd with these loaves and fishes that they brought? No one knew the answer. No one could see what was behind much wisdom. So the man ordered to divide between all the communion and sharing of offerings.
The murmurs of the master of the word was insane thrived ... Nobody wanted to believe ... until he ordered Amman came a cauldron whose use was for large wedding celebrations.
And upon arriving, ordered them and grate the bread that cooking the fish, and then deposit it in 600 liters of water into the container. Asked that the children entered the lawn and reap herbs. And most were 10 kg of herbs. At the end there was enough food for everyone. The broth was fed while the word understood.
And all rejoiced ... gorged on bonanza, and remained without hunger until the time of departure led everyone back to Amman.

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A Preachy Preacher Preaches

A knock at the door...
( I don’t believe in doorbells)
What appeared to be a man and his wife
were standing off the steps on the lawn
The man had a nervous, stern look on his face
and his partner had her hands clasped together
tightly at her waist; glancing back at the street
as if she wanted to run away...

“Good morning my friend, how are you doing?”
(Not too good and I’m not your friend either)
“I’m a friend to all people who need the Lord
Do you mind if we come in and visit a while?”
(Yes I mind and I don’t need YOUR Lord either
Is that your wife with you and why is she nervous?)
“She is a member of my church and it’s her first time”
(Ahh, I understand now! She’s a virgin then?)

“ Well I-I don’t know...Yes, she IS a virgin sir!”
(You said you didn’t know at first. You sure she is?)
“Y-yes I am sure! Are you a Christian my friend?”
(There you go again calling me a friend and yes I am)
“Pardon me for saying this but you don’t seem to be”
('Judge not that ye be not judged’ How bout another?)
W...('For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God')
The lady was sweating now and wringing her hands...

The Virgin backed away clumsily
and the 'Preacher’ followed...

*Bible References:
Matthew 7:1
Romans 3:23 

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Christmas Rebels

Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers, 
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness, 
Of that fearful night loneliness,

Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous, 
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed 
To be hidden, and our teethes where like, 
“Forever opened”.

Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface, 
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited 
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).

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A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken

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Finally..Mr.Whitman, I understand as my journey is symbolic to yours; but, through my poverty-strickened doors. Fighting your human instincts... while learning your internal glow within. Frightening, enlightening, inviting his omnipresence in and as your reward he transforms you into him. Breathing your FIRST breath again. Loving life from the core of the earth to the pull of the moon. Stuck in the middle yet understanding all of the connectivity; because I'm living in a state of Divinity.

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Nine Eleven

The old woman argued relentlessly, her case.
Resolute, she raved in her conviction; 
two thousand and one reasons were there for her to be mad.
Eleven was given to questioning eyes.

It was September, 
and Bernice brought home the bourgeois man, 
and the two fell 
from the pedestal
they held among friends in the big city, 
(the city) a melting pot, 
now a city in affliction.

Bernice’s brown eyes combed the neighborhood; 
two boys, with open arms, 
played aero planes; 
Across the street,
the rug pilot laughed his ass off 
as if mocking the bourgeois man,
and his woman hid her face in rags …, 
in degradation – 
but her sad eyes openly mourned her son’s suicide.

Grief of that magnitude brings offense, 
and the bourgeois man was red with wrath, 
and he abhors the old woman 
with every inch of his being. 
Racism was reversed.
He avowed by God to ruin the rug pilot, 
and the people that loved him consented. 

Hearts were left to wonder
what makes men so cruel.
The reasons for the old woman’s rant was explicable, 
and of the grounds for the revenge 
the negros conceded, 
in only one instance. 
Revenge was foreseeable, 
and the spirit breeds more phobias.

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In what ways should self-  help guide quod erat 
demostrandum?  An outcast in renowned manor, Hardly given a libate to quodlibets own very existence, And hasten to the fictitious lands of historic romance, Behind the fertility and its 
lucreous, In the ambience endowed with whole lots of nacreous , All worth in many of its returns, Went singeing about that waylayers songs, Like sheep without a shepherd, For that misconstrued word; Even so the local tribesmen; Yet could n’t owned up with terms, But to the unborn were made to borne, Shouldn't one put up symptom in quantum, Rhine wine they said made from grapes only grown in Rhine valium , For they have lost it; More than you could'd  desired it, To know revindications would  upon this days set in, Unto an evil courting, Should In spite of what it seemed, Sac’less in the heart of those we mewed; nothing about And Shall often times chew. All for the fat, the rag on our primogenitor infractions. Before own very machismo, When it becomes a trounce very unremitted to mankind. Should we bid at bay all in kind. or Liege to the cavalries jousting a day after it reveille on your rivalries.

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12 Fruits of the Holy Spirit Prayer

Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people

Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen

Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully

For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity

To present Prudence by being careful

For untruthfulness to bring into Justice

Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong

Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance

We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit


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The scarf, on my head, 
Everyday, I beg.
To Allah, and His Messenger, 
Am I not one of His?

I Obey!
I Respect!
I Pray!
I Believe!
I Proclaim!

Is it all out of nature?

Five times in a day, 
I Pray, 
Bowing down to Allah,
I Beg.

The Decency of my nature, 
Leads me into a venture,
Simultaneously, a juncture,
That I, conjecture.

My Believe in Allah. 
My Pride in Islam.


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A talk with the devil

 A talk with the devil 

 One night while watching television 
 I suddenly fell asleep 
And when I open my eyes 
 This stranger I did meet 
A wild looking creature, 
 Bolder then I had seen 
Somebody shake me and 
Tell me this is a dream. 
I did not want to be here, 
 This is a mistake 
Wake me; shake me, 
 Before it is too late. 
The creature began to laugh, 
 As he laughs so hard; 
You are down here to stay 
So said the Lord. 
You had your chance 
 To live a Christian life 
But you didn't count on 
 Taking this deep sleep tonight. 
Listen careful my child, 
 Don’t you hear the bells? 
You missed the streets of gold 
 And ended up in hell 
I started to scream and plead to God; 
 He never heard me as 
 I stood there in the dark. 
 People was crying and gritting 
Their teeth; my night gown caught on fire 
 From the intensity of the heat 
 I yell out with pain saying 
 Forgive me, this is a mistake 
I realize it was the devil when he said; 
 Take your place I appointed 
You in the lake. 
All while you live, 
 I stayed hard on your back 
You down here with me 
And there is no looking back 
I showed you things 
That drew you from God 
Not giving you a chance 
 To receive him in your heart 
Oh foolish one, how foolish could you be 
I did not want you in heaven, 
 But down here with me. 
You did not have to come here, 
 Or allow yourself to be fool 
I do what I want, 
 I got nothing to lose. 
I know how heaven look, 
 But I did not care 
I want all of God’s people for myself 
Maybe you should have loved 
 God without a doubt 
The day I got unruly up there, 
 He simply put me out. 
.I got all kind down here 
 With me, young and old 
I am out to kill and 
Destroy all of God’s souls. 
As I talked with the devil 
 My heart did ache 
My head hung in shame 
 Because I knew it was too late 
I scream loud as I could 
To the top of my voice 
Suddenly I open my eyes 
And grabbed for my heart. 
I remember everything 
 I had seen that night 
I had no time to waste, 
 To get my soul right. 
I got one more chance 
 To try to save my soul 
I got one more chance 
 To walk the streets of gold. 
You may say that this is a poem, 
 And you are right 
But what if you fall asleep 
And go there one night? 
Do whatever it takes 
 To live the holy way 
Time waits for no one, 
 It must be today. 

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The Oracle at Tibetan Stok Monastery-w

“Patients, carefully wash your hands and mouth
As the spirits are offended by our smells
And get yourself clean of the defilements”
Thus Matho announced the arrival of the **Dakini
To the séance of the Stok Monastery.
Then Dakini donned her ritual costume
Preparing the alter of seven offerings of
Water, flowers, incense, a butter lamp, cakes
As well as ‘golden drinks” and juniper incense
She was ready with the bell, and small hand drum.

Bummmm aummmmm   bum bum blah
Did you hear the hiccupping, sneezing
And the mysterious chanting of the oracle
See her offering the drinks to please the god.
Then she in full trance, the healing sessions began
The hand drum spinning, bell shaking 
And the tantric gestures ha ha ha bum bum blah
Shhhhhhhert     Shhssshhhhhhhh  shhhhhhhhhert
Hrihhhhmmm  Climmmmmmm Shrrrrrrrriiiiimmmmm
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa uuuumm …sswahahahaha.

Now she turned to the patients waiting
To present their ailments, predicaments
And they were treated one by one. 
She extracted noxious substances causing illness
With a short copper tube vigorously sucked
And then spitted the substance into a bowl of water.
She read the barley corns dancing across her drum
And used her rosary beads for calculation
Divining the cause of illness, or other quarries.

The Vajra master trains two laymen and they
Undergo fifteen days of daily ablutions
And continues to serve making predictions
Both communal and agrarian welfare
During harvest festival in seventh Tibetan month.

Look, there is a farmer with his problems
He is advised to plow his field in zigzag pattern

Then, comes a shepherd to the Kuuchu (spirit chaser)
With a problem of butter not churning
And he is advised to exorcise the butter.

Hear Kuuchu chanting a Badik song
Next comes a woman who got sick
After her delivery
And advised to be treated before forty days.

Follow me to the stone alter behind that temple
Do you see a human figurine called Torma
A person’s sins are transferred to a dough effigy
A demon or an enemy’s soul is trapped in it
Now see how it is stabbed and beheaded 
By ritual dancers wearing deity marks.
This will go on for about fifteen day
And people praying for peace and prosperity.

Dr. Ram Mehta
First place in Debbie's The Shamans


* shamanistic influence in the Bonn religion of some Central Asians,
 and in Tibetan Buddhism.
**The Tibetan Buddhist Dakini is a compelling icon of untamed female 
freedom.The word “dakini” is Sanskrit;

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David for David

Oh David, King David
You slew the mocking monster
You cheated
You murdered
You repented
You were forgiven
You were chosen...
composing mighty music
begging deliverance
fearing His wrath
pleading mercy...
May He show such mercy to us

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Heritage of Faith

The apostles entrusted the “Sacred deposit” of the faith
Contained in Sacred scripture and Tradition
To the whole Church
By adhering to this heritage
The entire holy people
United to its pastors
Remains always faithful to the teaching of the apostles
The brotherhood
To the breaking of bread
So, in maintaining
Professing the faith that has been handed on
There should be a remarkable harmony between the bishops


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LA Sewers

This is a draft, my computer is being weird, so I put this here...

There was a time to survive the streets of Los Angeles without bruises, cuts and possibly your life, you had to size up those approaching by carefully watching each and every move they make; are you a target. 

I'm watching to see if they take notice of me as I cross over the other side of the street. Sigh, they crossed over to the other side matching my movements. I'm in trouble, I can feel their penetrating eyes and everything inside is screaming. Remembering there was a storm sewer at the corner of the street I just passed a few moments ago, and without hesitation I turned to run for my life. Sliding into the street corner between the sidewalk above and the street below…a few more pounds and I would have been stuck. This storm sewer basin is a large concrete box with a large concrete pipe in the corner that goes somewhere. The gang members are all around outside of preventing any escape swinging their chains, sticks and blades. They're acting like a pack of dogs yelping and hollering as their prey is trapped in a corner. They are working on the manhole cover above with a crowbar which would give them access to me below. Fear is now getting the best of me so without much thought I quickly entered the large drain pipe and went deeper into a abyss.  This drain pipe connects to a tunnel large enough for a car to pass through. 

They must have opened that manhole because I hear their voices, they’re following me so I decide to run down the tunnel into the darkness so they would not see me and then stop to listen.  I hear no footsteps, but I ran so far I cannot see a thing, there is no light, just nothingness. I start to walk and I bump into a wall. I can’t go back the way I came because the fate that would await me going that direction, but there is nothingness is all around me so I am not sure what direction that would be. I remember running down the left side of the tunnel before stopping to listen. When I start to walk again and I run into a wall, so that must be the right side, I think? I decide to continue, and being right handed I'm more comfortable on the left side so I turn and walk towards the left side to have something to touch. It seems like an eternity until I finally reach a wall. This wall will become my security from the nothingness...I can’t see my hands or feet, or even hear a sound. There is no frame of reference, only the wall and the solid ground under my feet. Thank God this was a time before those vampire movies or Freddy Krueger; I have only the Alfred Hichcook movies to pull fears from. Continuing through this nothingness a beam of light begins to appear from above. It’s amazing how much light is coming from this little tiny whole in that manhole cover—it lights up the whole area. I stand there amazed and I take a deep breath in this light, it has been a long journey to this point.  Standing there I notice a ladder leading up to a possible escape. Listening carefully before pushing up on the cover, I push and push...I'm not strong enough. Many of the manhole covers are spot welded by the public works department to prevent an open manhole in the middle of a street. I climb down from the ladder and pause for a few moments in the light absorbing what I could before continuing on; this tunnel must lead somewhere, right? Another beam of light, another welded manhole cover. The fear of the gang has long past, my only thoughts now are those of being lost and I am starting to feel hopeless. I remember a verse I was taught about falling down, the faithful fall down seven times, but they get up least that is how I remember it. They're words from a Sunday school teacher. I was terrible at remembering scriptures to get those stickers, but I remember what the verses meant. The nothingness continues as I walk, and it has been a long time since the last little beam of light and I have found the meaning of hopelessness.  The floor below is beginning to get damp, ick, what am I walking in? I can’t see a thing still and I'm too afraid to stop touching the wall or even to stoop down--the wall is my security.  My mind is pretty numb right now, my only thoughts are dragging my hand on the wall wall and walking. The dampness becomes wet, and from wet to splashing. A moment almost overcomes me fear, I pause to sense if the water is moving; am I going the wrong way and about to get swallowed up by a wall of water. The water seems to be static and the nothingness yields no sounds, so I continue. Finally, salvation from a beam of light shining from above reveals little fish in the water below. I'm headed to the ocean, I'm sure, confidence starts to be renewed. The movie Jaws was years away so there are no fears. The nothingness continues until again there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The wall is no longer my security, I follow the light.  The water is at my knees as I continue towards the light. I can smell the ocean and feel a breeze. I can see the ocean and the sand. Sigh, there is a bar screen blocking my exit—I'm feeling defeated, their is no way I can every go back. Looking closely at this bar screen in the way of my freedom, one corner has been pulled away, it’s bent outward under the high tide. There are no other choices really, so I take a deep breath and down I go. My shirt snags on something as I start to reach around to the other side and pull. I struggle, my shirt tears and I am free.  Freedom never felt so good. I look around at the beach, it’s rather windy, only a few people walking here and there, but it’s sunny! I turn in a circle to get my bearings, it’s sure great to be alive and free.  Months later they’re welding bars over these points of escape.  I am heavier now, and I would not fit anyway, but I ponder about my escape, what about others. I feel sad for them..

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Beyond the horizon, three oceans meet the sky,
It is the land of plenty; you cannot travel in a day,
It is wider than the man’s vision and has no end.
Beyond the horizon, there is peace of mind,
Crime, violence and death are no more,
The former things have passed away,
No more tears, mourning, cry or pain!

Beyond the horizon, in the middle of rivers Pishon, Tigris and Euphrates,
The earth and other planets revolve around the sun and their moons,
All forms of sicknesses have passed away,
The lame stand up, walk, run and dance,
The deaf hear the joyous sounds around them,
The blind enjoy the world of colour
In addition, see the faces of their loved ones for the very first time!

Beyond the horizon, I see water rising above the oceans,
We have become strong and healthy, all young and energetic,
No more eye glasses, no more crutches and walking canes,
No more medicine, no more dental clinics or hospitals,
The ravages of aging have been reversed.
Beyond the horizon, never again will emotional illnesses
And depression rob people of their happiness!

Beyond the horizon, even though we speak in different tongues
We have become one big family with no barriers to unity and brotherhood,
I see seven continents merging and fusing together,
Humans are at peace with animals,
Cats and dogs have forgiven each other,
Wolves and lambs, lions and buffaloes, jackals and goats feed together,
And all our domestic animals are totally safe!

Beyond the horizon, bright shining and filled with vigour,
Mankind have awaken to a new day of vibrant life and renewed energy,
For they will learn not war anymore, but the ever-lasting peace.
They have turned their destructive weapons into ploughshares,
And never again will the tranquillity of the world be disrupted by cruel people!
Mankind have been taught to treat each other with love, respect and dignity,
And they have shed their violent traits and have become peaceful forever!

Beyond the horizon, in the wonderful garden,
Even a little child has nothing to fear from wild animals
Behold, he dances with lions and bears,
As he rolls the mamba around his neck!
Look over there, the young woman talks to a puff adder and it listens!
No one’s home will have to be locked to keep thieves out,.
Peace have reigned in every heart and in every house,
What a peace our new world that is!

Look at us from a distance, beyond the horizon,
Somewhere where the rainbow ends, way up high,
There in the vineyard, where the rosy sun drips over Sun Valley,
God himself is with humankind,
Look, He is wiping off every tear from our faces!
We have come a long, long way and have worked hard to come to this paradise,
We will be a silly so and so if we should ever let this beautiful!

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Why Church is called Catholic

Church is a she Bride of Father Christ Church is Catholic Church is people Catholic related to the whole Greek kat’holon Father Christ called Profess whole faith Preserve all Sacraments To administer To proclaim Good News Sent her to all nations (YOUCAT) 4092013

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Miracle of Lourdes

Southwestern France
Mother Mary appeared 18 times
Young woman Bernadette Soubirous
Announcing: “I am the Immaculate Conception”
Mother Mary helped Bernadette
Discover a hidden spring of grotto
That Spring was soon to become
Fountain of faith, hope
Healing for millions of pilgrims

Lourdes, truly a place of healing
Church recognizes 66 miraculous cures there
Thousands more have been reported
Lourdes a place they found peace
In coming to understand 
Accept Eternal God’s will for them

To all who are sick in body and spirit
The Lord brings hope
Comfort through Our Lady of Lourdes

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Modes of transmission

Sacred Scripture is the speech of Eternal God
As it is put down in writing
Under the breath of the Eternal Holy Spirit

Holy tradition transmits in its entirety the Word of Eternal God
Entrusted to the apostles by Father Christ, the Lord
So that
Enlightened by the Spirit of truth
They may faithfully preserve
And spread it abroad by their preaching

Church, to whom the transmission 
Interpretation of Revelation is entrusted
Does not derive her Both Scripture and Tradition
Must be accepted and honored 
Equal sentiments of devotion

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So Much Love From God

God loves me so much From the heavens above He has truly given me So very much love Different types of love Each starts like a seed That grows deep inside Creating a special need First the undying love Is where it all starts With Jesus Christ placed Perfectly in my heart Then the individual love Of being one’s self As God made me to be Like no other one else The peaceful calmness That nature shares Offers the serene love To wash away cares The caring love of parents Is such a wonderful gift So many others have not And their spirits I try to lift The loyal love of siblings I am very thankful for Even with lives apart Our love is evermore Enduring love comes from My wonderful large family No matter the ups and downs They never give up on me The precious love of children My most cherished gifts of all Though my angels have all grown They are to me little dots so small The kind love of in-laws Is such a bonus I am given Making my loved one’s lives All worth a reason for living The joyous love of grandchildren Each a true blessing from above Bubbling joy flows from them all Filling me with a delightful love The devotional love of pets No one could closely compare To the never ending devotion That will always be there The faithful love of friends With truth of consistent fact I can always count on them To be there to catch my back True passionate love of a man I thought would never bloom I only dreamed of how it’d be So wonderful I would assume Now that I’ve been touched By the true passion of a man I feel the dreams come true Feeling so wonderful ‘tis am All these gifts of love God gives to me within Are opened very carefully As each is specially given For a seed of love to grow Takes patience and then some I enjoy each moment of growth As there is so much more to come Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Stentorian in our hearts

The song still reverberates
with a clarion call to everyone
love as its predominant cry
embodies the message of being human.

It’s also what the gospel says
in Christ the Lord, our Model,
who always tells his disciples
love God and one another.

An act of charity or act of love,
shows already what God is all about;
through him we  become part of his kingdom.

However, a radical response implies,
especially at the major crossroads
when we don’t get along well
with our companions or friends in our lives.

To love our enemies can be hard
when our vulnerability is hurt
and even tested in a number of times
It’s really a test of faith, a challenge indeed.

St Luke in his gospel says, ‘love your enemies,’
‘pray for those who mistreat you,’ 
involves a huge amount of renunciation,
emptying and saying , ‘all for the Lord.’

Pride causes everything to get crippled
from within where the heart dictates us
never mind and ‘bury the hatchet now’
because God himself did it himself for us all.

Like those crooked lines deep within us
are lines that depict envy, hatred and anger;
through our efforts and God’s assistance
we can straighten them in a gradual way.

The historical figure of Christ,
our measure in today’s world;
he’s the compendium and source of all
that love we share to everyone.


Stentorian means extremely loud

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Angels lost at Sea

While walking down the beach in solitude i noticed an uprising in the ocean in a distance 
Not paying much attention i went back to waching the sand for shells when a wisp of wind 
caught my hair and forced me to move my head.
Above the water was dancing angels spinning constantly in a circle.
Laughing and giggling as they continued to twirl.
Not knowing the event that was taking place I began to shake my head.
I looked up in the sky and back down again and then they were all walking beside me.

Oh what could this be?, all of these angels walking with me.
Is it a dream or something with in my imagination?.

I shook my head again and what did i see, Jesus was standing right in front of me.

How much do I owe for such an honor. 

Jesus said"nothing your fine".
I said "I am?"

Jesus replied" I am so thankful that you cared enough to save all those angels whom was  
lost at sea, for now they can fianelly come home with me.

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Worry Not

I re-dedicate this poem to my sweet friend, Stephen Pettye, who is full of power and strength as he travels this lifetime in a number one status to reach the goals of his full inner growth.  This poem is to help clear his path along the way:

Take those piled up worries And let your troubles go They always go back and forth In our minds to and fro On a clear day With no clouds in the sky Cast you worries away Leaving no questions to ask why Giving more time to count blessings And be thankful for what you’ve got It feels so gloriously wonderful To truly and completely worry not Just clear your mind Away from all thought And enjoy the great feelings That fill the space you’ve caught There are messages to read When the clouds are out That’s when we’re given Something to think about On a clear cloud free day Leave all worries behind Well that’s what I do To clear my mind Yes, it feels good To be worry free And to leave it all With the one Almighty So when the sky is clear I will always worry not And thank our dear Lord For all the blessings I’ve got Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Mother Marys motherhood

The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from Eternal God
True Eternal God from True Eternal God

Mother Mary is truly the Mother of Lord Eternal God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living

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The Churchs Tramp

His hair grew as coagulated blood
His scalp perpetually trying to reach his eyebrows
Skin greased and calloused 
His eyes soulless 
Yet seemed searching
Everybody was not afraid of him.

I gave him food once
I placed it on the ground where 
He stood outside the church’s door
He barely moved
He slowly stooped
It was like watching a snail’s body melt 
when you put salt on it
I wonder if he has ever uttered a word in his life
Of course I never expected him to say thanks
He was still slowly bending but I knew he
Wouldn’t get it unless I was not in sight.
But I desired to see him get it
I wanted to see if his face would ever change a bit
So I just went away thinking I starved him with my presence
I went back after a moment
The container lied on the floor, no chicken bones.
His eyebrows twitched no more
But the eyes were looking…somewhere. 

I was baffled, have always been.
How is he supposed to live?
I can’t always give him food.
The priests might be busy too.
The altar boys might have been annoyed by his stench
 So they would not get near either.
My house’s far from the church.
That wounded man would just keep staring at him from up the cross. 
I wonder if the tramp ever asked the man to come down from his cross
And give him something to eat.

Or did he ever contemplate on bringing him down?

For Catie Lindsay's Free Verse Contest

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Your Angel

I am your angel, daddy's little girl.
I know I haven't been my best in cold, shallow world.
But I listen to you most of the time, your lessons and such; and when I don't listen, I suffer 
very much.
You don't give me signs when I'm going the right way.
So How can I make you proud of me?
I know I've done so wrong by not just following you; suffering pointlessly.
Either way I love you Father, with my everything.
I am your angel, will I ever earn my wings.

written in 2005

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Sacrament of Baptism

The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”

The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family

Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism

Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit

Those who die for faith
 All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize

With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven

Written 09172012

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For This Reason

"Greater love has no man than this, 
that a man lay down his life for his friends."*

The four men were more than friends,
they were brothers. 
Brothers of different beliefs, 
but of the same Father.

Each took their Father's commands
literally, even unto death.
They embraced an icy, watery grave
with the six hundred sixty-eight others
who perished on February 2, 1943.

In Operation Drumbeat, German U-Boats
turned our eastern coast into a "Sea of Death,"
sinking U. S. Ships at the staggering rate
of 100 per month, churning the North Atlantic
into "a steaming human sea of fear."

Fear rode heavy on the shoulders 
of men aboard the U.S.A.T. Dorchester, 
plunged into terror in that hateful dawn,
packed "head to toe" in her bowels, 
torpedoed into eternity at 1:00 AM
Too late, they understood orders, 
to don warm clothing and life jackets
before hitting their bunks for sleep.

Four Chaplains stood strong,
in the face of mass panic,
hearts bursting with divine love,
speaking words of courage, hope, peace,
and hands offering life to 230 men,
giving their own life jackets and gloves.

Engraved in survivors' memories,
four Chaplains, arm in arm, braced
against the rail, praying the Lord's prayer,
and singing in the face of death. 

*John 15:13, RSV

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Shadowed by guilt and shame

Shame must have burned her countenance,
along with fear that gripped her heart;
she’s a woman in the gospel  brought into the open,
by those Pharisees and Sadducees in their attempt –
to entrap Jesus on the horns of a dilemma.

Known as legalistic in their respect for the Law of Moses,
they professed as guardians of moral principles;
they claimed as protectors of the Jewish traditions,
however, in truth, they had a wicked motive to ruin Jesus
to discredit him for all the things he’s doing for his own people.

His growing popularity especially to the Jewish men and women,
becomes a raison d’etre to ruin his good reputation;
oh, such a malady that continues to exist through generations,
the seed of original sin – its consequence to human behavior
reflected its aftermath, the evil tendency that is encrusted deep within.

Jesus’ statement, “let him who is without sin cast the first stone,”
made the religious leaders withdraw from the scene and,
starting from the elders they walked away and talked no more;
a sign of shame, an honest reaction to what is shadowed by guilt.

The entire incident focused on Jesus’ endless forgiveness,
his compassion for the woman being bogged down with disgrace;
like a moral stigma, a scarlet letter etched in the hearts of people,
with Jesus she had her past but she also has a future to look forward to.

Just as the prophet Ezekiel says, “I will give you a new heart –
and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone
and give you a heart of flesh . . .”  its power and meaning can assure,
God’s love is everlasting; our salvation is his prime concern. 

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Approaching Hoof Beats of the Apocolypse

In the distant thunder I can hear the sound of riders drawing near
A gathering storm that will soon hit with great force
The first rider will ride in on a white horse a bow by his side
He comes in the name of peace and good will, but he practices to deceive with 
flattery and great skill
A red horse follows close on the first riders heels
He comes with a sword to take peace from the earth and cause men to kill
War shall ravage the land and the blood of men will flow as a river across the desert 
A black horse closes the distance
He will cause a great famine to spread over the land
Many shall cry out in hunger and pain as food shortages cause great strain.
Many shall die in this dark hour of need for there shall be found no grain or seed 
Riding in at full gallop the fourth horsemen approaches
The name of this rider is Death and Hell follows close behind him
Men shall watch in defenseless terror, for unto the pale horse 
Power is given to kill by the sword, with hunger and the beasts of the field
The time has come to sound a warning through the land for the approaching hoof 
of the apocalypse is nigh at hand

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Thank You

Holy God
Holy Mighty
Holy Immortal
Thank  You
For giving me a capacity
For admiration and wonder
Thank  You
For helping me to
Put my dreams
To music
Thank You
For sending me angels
Who glow in my soul
Like roses
When they come
I hear anthems
Of the most loving praise
And they rise out
Of the clear, endless
Depths of my secet,
Encompassing joy

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Nebuchadnezzar's Dream

31 "You looked, O king, and there before you stood a large statue—an enormous, dazzling statue, awesome in appearance. 32 The head of the statue was made of pure gold, its chest and arms of silver, its belly and thighs of bronze, 33 its legs of iron, its feet partly of iron and partly of baked clay. Dan 2:31-32 NIV

Daniel was the interpreter
of Nebuchadnezzar’s dream.
The King had forgotten it—
his troubled sleep so extreme.
God told Daniel what the king had dreamt;
even what his dream did mean.
Nebuchadnezzar was so delighted
that with Daniel he did convene.

Daniel told the king, “You dreamed of 
a brilliant statue — Babylon’s the man’s head.
You are the king of this kingdom
that the Medes and Persians will soon shred.
For they are the chest and arms of silver;
the second kingdom yet to come.
Then there’s the belly and thighs—
the third kingdom of the foursome.

The belly made of brass
is much less superior to gold;
this kingdom’s called, Greece,
but even it will fold.”
“So what kingdom will follow
for that’s the very last?”
“It’s a kingdom of iron,” said Daniel;
Rome had to be the caste.

This kingdom of iron
forms the legs down to the feet;
the toes of iron, mixed with clay;
this kingdom, the four complete.
The brilliant statue then is struck
as if with superhuman hands,
with a rock of destruction,
dispensed at God’s commands.

This kingdom of iron
forms the legs down to the feet.
the toes of iron, mixed with clay;
this kingdom, the four complete.
The brilliant statue then is struck—
as if with superhuman hands,
with a rock of destruction,
dispensed at God’s commands.

There’ll be no more earthly kingdoms
beyond the fourth, for sure;
God has predicted it—
no more kingdoms will endure.
Although Napoleon has tried it
and Adolf Hitler too,
Europe will not long be united,
but no-one’s told the Parliament of EU.

God has set up all the kingdoms
and deposed them all as well.
So what hope has man to dictate—
his pack of cards all fell?
God told us there’d be one last kingdom,
but that’s on the earth made new.
So when someone tells you differently,
He’s not read Daniel 2.

Featured in my book No. 3, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright Maureen LeFanue 2009-2011

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La Gala Grandeur

~La Gala Grandeur~

Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid

Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing

Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace

This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when... then

~Azaza~ June 19th,2010

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Covenant House Prayer

Lord God,

All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Provide children someone to love and be loved,
Help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.

Help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images
Children who are being rape and abuse
Enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts

Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Help the children's attitude towards people.
Give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Help them reach their teenage years in peace

Give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.

We ask this through Your Son, Fr. Christ
Who lives and reigns with You forever and ever.  


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Midnight at Blackfriars

Midnight at Blackfriars 
The city spires are hidden, 
It’s getting colder fast, 
It feels as though we might have 
Some snow this month at last. 
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1) 
The hour is getting late. 
Fleeting forms across the scene, 
Are making for the gate. 
December is upon us, 
The year is wearing thin, 
Parishioners from town and gown 
Now are gathering in.  
Rosy cheeks are shining, 
There’s a spirit of good will, 
We’re coming in for Midnight Mass 
The Christmas Eve Vigil. 
Forgotten is the riot  
Of Saint Scholastic’s Day,(2) 
To celebrate the Savior’s birth, 
We worship now and pray. 
Conjoining with the acolytes 
Dressed in cassock’s white, 
We’re caroling together, 
Upon the holy night. 
A gallant in best evening wear, 
Bow tie and cummerbund, 
And a high-heeled damsel on his arm, 
Is down from Summertown. 
A staff nurse from the Radcliffe,(3)  
Whose shift was at an end, 
Was seated close beside them 
Clutching at her friend. 
There the widow all in black, 
Who cleans the votive stands, 
Holds her missal open 
With stubby fingered hands. 
She blends with the congregants, 
Ignoring the celebs,  
And is back up for the service 
From somewhere in St. Ebbs.(4) 
A student in thick sweaters 
And ragged scarf of grey 
Is seated on the furthest aisle 
Hair all in disarray. 
Across the nave the prayer chairs, 
Range back in their rows, 
Filling up with congregants 
In coats and gloves and throws. 
In from the rear the friars process 
With candles all aglow, 
Up the side aisle to the chancel, 
Caroling as they go. 
Above their heads upon the walls 
Are stations of the cross, 
Reminders set in stark relief 
Of this night’s final cost. 
We see the prior in chasuble 
For the apse proceeding, 
To celebrate communion 
And give the sacred reading. 
The greatest story ever told 
Unfolds with familiar ring 
Filling our hearts with the promise 
Of Christ the new born king. 
Then with the service over, 
We make for the hall below, 
Where cocoa and mince pies and sherry 
Are served before we go.  
Outside the snow is dusting  
The chained bikes in the Fair, 
Contented now we homeward fade 
Through the Christmas air. 

(1)Saint Giles Fair - Convergence of the Banbury and Woodstock Roads in Oxford extending south the Magdalen Street by Martyrs Memorial.

(2) The St Scholastica Day riot of 10 February 1355

(3) Radcliffe Infirmary - The first Oxford Hospital 

(4) St Ebbes is a district of central Oxford, England,

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Christ Puissant Touch

The hills of Nagaland, his Motherland, 
A countryside plenteous cultural, scenic landscapes.
When first he cried mamma, 
Father's loving eye called a feast.
At juvenile being send for literature
Still jejune, naive he grew more to drug.
Spend half his life white plagued; 
Homecoming a peddler, 
Potentate dealer of variant hard drug.
Evil favored, sadist none would ostracise heretofore, 
Not until the weakening lying in hospital bed.
No purpose driven laying waste discomfited; 
Anathematize and bescorned.
Doctors ceased this man of multiple organ failure; 
Counted his days of life be lived.
Betwixt life and death: 
'Christ puissant touch mended, healed his feeble body.'
Abhorred by gentiles despite found his lost soul, 
Alleulia Rabbi Jesus he wailed agonizely
Lackaday he knelt and read Psalms 51, 
whence all his sins brought to The Cross where Christ atoned.
With contrite, repentant heart; 
Thenceforth made The Word of God his purpose for life.
Benison, born-again, edified, ordain and sanctified; 
Redeemed many a lives of friends similitude.
Counsel prisoners, addiction where once he dwelled; 
Still lives a servant of Christ mightily being wield.
Speaks of Mark 8: 34, renders Matthew 11: 28; 
Manifest ‘His' omnipresence, unconditional love.
And in him was when I found Christ in me.

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Magisterium of the Church

The task of giving an authentic interpretation of the Word of Eternal God
Has been entrusted to the living
Teaching office of the Church alone
Its authority in this matter exercised in the name of Jesus Christ
It means that the task of interpretation has been entrusted
To the bishops in communion in successor of St. Peter
The bishop of Rome

This Magisterium is not superior to the Word of Eternal God
But it is its friends
It teaches only that has been handed to it
At the divine command with the help of Eternal Holy Spirit
It listens to this devotedly
Guards it with dedication
Expounds it faithfully
All it proposes for belief as being divinely revealed 
Drawn from this single deposit of faith

Mindful of Father Christ’s words to His apostles
“He who hears you, hears me”
The faithful receive with docility the teachings
Derives that their pastors give them in different forms

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Apostolic and Ecclesial Traditions

The tradition in question comes from the apostles
Hands on when they received from Jesus’ teaching examples
What they learned from the Eternal Holy Spirit
First generation of Christian did not have a written New Testament
It demonstrates the process of living tradition

Tradition is to be distinguished from the various theological
Liturgical or devotional traditions
Born in the local churches over time
These are particular forms
Adapted to different places
In which the great Tradition is expressed in the light of Tradition
The traditions can be retained
Even abandoned under the guidance of the Church’s magisterium


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A Prayer

Sometimes I want to pray
But I am afraid I am not worthy of prayer
Sometimes I am even more afraid 
That I have no belief in prayer
Can I look into the purest source of light
And ask for rebirth of my soul ?
Can one man who has so many faults, 
Who  had let so many people down
Look into the eye of God and talk to him?
I close my eyes and suddenly
 I see his smile and I realize
The translation of my mistakes
And the mysteries that only God can interpret
His answers are simple and clear
To all people, all nations of the world
In my heart of hearts, in my own secret empire
I hear, see and know that he understands
And forgives

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Looking Back

Dedicated to my children who have kept my dreams alive.

LOOKING BACK We can’t go back To the days of yesteryear To capture those lost feelings With those whom we loved so dear I am just looking back to see Where all of my dreams first start You know those deep seeded dreams Buried way down deep in your heart I’m not trying to revive a lost love That I once had forty years ago Or even trying to replace the twenty years Of not seeing my grandchildren grow There were times of much struggle Filled with pain, fear and torture It was the love I had for my children That developed my strength to endure My children only remember the 2nd set Of twenty years that have come and gone When they were all moving out on their own And when all of the grandchildren came along It’s like I was locked in a rock Throughout those 20 to 40 years Not able to see my grandchildren Filled my heart with so many tears The bitterness you feel towards me Is understandable and really okay My children, you all have the right To your feelings and to feel that way I have finally made the escape Since that rock has split wide open I want you all to know who I really am I haven’t changed at all, only my situation The gift of feelings we have in our heart Whether right or wrong, just happen It matters not what others may think We should let out our own self expression No feelings are really ever wrong In another’s view or even our own Our thoughts trigger our feelings inside The feelings we have are ours alone Looking back strengthens my heart Reminding me I want to pass along To all of you, just who I really am Before my time on earth is gone One day I hope you will realize With you I have always been Filling you up with that extra love You may have noticed you’ve been given You have all filled up Such a big part Of all the dreams Living in my heart My best friend Grace, reminded me That our feelings are meant to be and to last God wouldn’t put the dreams in our heart If He didn’t plan to bring the dreams to pass My dreams haven’t changed I am not letting them go They are for new adventures With new beginnings of tomorrow Now that I’m looking back I’m so glad to have survived I know now, my love for all of you Has always kept my dreams alive Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Transmission of Divine Revelation

Eternal God desires all men
To be saved
To come to the knowledge of the truth
That is of Father Christ Jesus
Father Christ  must be proclaimed  to
All nations
So that this revelation may reach
To the ends of the earth

Eternal God graciously arranged
That the things hHe had once revealed
For the salvation of all peoples
Should remain in their entirety
Throughout the ages
Be transmitted to all generations


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Message to GOD

Forgive me father for i have sinned, bless me for i have repented.
Now i truly know the power of the lord upon this blessed land
I have seen this worlds true colours. For these people there is hope.

The gardens of earth watered with the blood of tyrants.
Leveled out by the sweat of heroes.

I hear your name whisperd through the wind.
like chinese whispers, it gets mislead and twisted.

I see your image perfectly crafted upon each of us.

You give us a spirit, you guide it. but like a feather in the wind it blows off course
We are brought into the world, being told lie after lie, subliminal messges are the truth.
We stumble across the truth by mistake but we ignore it, asif it were not there.

We live in a time of need, we need our gaurdian angel to continue to guide us.
To guide us through the dark world of decietfulness,
To keep us warm from the cold hatred thrown upon us,
To shelter us from the hailstorm of lies.

People are losing hope, they no longer believe,
but i have not given up.

We need you to return to help bring the world back to order,
I'll travel to the far ends of the world to discover the truth,
I'll sail the bluest of sea's to find peace,
I'll fly through the clearest of skys, fluffiest of clouds to find out what awaits me in heaven

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KUNDUN, a movie about the Dalai Lama

What struck me is that it showed him
Always leaving
And sadly looking back
At his family home
Going to Llasa
To be (re)educated
Tenzin Gyatso was found as a young child
Went through many tests to prove
That he was the 13th Dalai Lama
He passed the tests
“That cup is mine”
“These prayer beads are mine”
“There is where I kept my (false) teeth”

His family was allowed to follow
And were set up in a new household
Where Tenzin was allowed to visit
Merely visit
He lived at the palace
Away from his mother
He had to learn 
Duties of state

As he matured,
He had to leave
His childhood
And take his title
At age 15
To deal with the Chinese
Who forced him 
To leave his country
His people, although some followed
The last scene shows him 
Standing in his new room
Near the Indian Tibetan border
Looking back through his telescope

then went to bed
And woke up sad; remembering:

Jesus was always leaving
Although I think He looked forward
He must have looked back
At His family
At His town
At His new found friends
At His enemies
Each time, although some followed
Until He was forced to leave

Why was I sad?
I grew up the youngest in my family
It seems everyone was always leaving
Some looking back; others not

As I grew older
I left, too
And rarely looked back

Life seems full of leavings
Friends and family
Go to live elsewhere
Or die
to play in heaven without me

You ask what
Day I would like to relive
I say 
I think of the play OUR TOWN
Where the newly deceased protagonist
Is given a day to relive
With advice to pick an ‘ordinary day’
And even then, 
She found it painful

Looking back on memories is enough
The mind tends to play tricks
And nothing is as it seemed
(Check family stories 
The ‘truth’ varies from person to person)

Reliving a day past
Might be disappointing
Or not
But different
Reliving anything would be impossible

The Dalai Lama looked back at his beloved country
Changing even as he looked
I don’t think he can ever go back; since there is 
No longer a ‘back’

I never met the Dalai Lama
In any lifetimes, I think
But I do remember Jesus
I watched Him leave many times
Sometimes I followed
But that last time
He went where I couldn’t follow
And I couldn’t keep Him here

So when you ask me what day
I would like to relive
I say none
How many goodbyes is one
Expected to survive?

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Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…

A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.

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Calling Father


Eternal Father stepped down and gave His thrown to Eternal Son
We are on the New Testament with God the Son
Angel Gabriel told Mother Mary to name Him “Jesus”, when He was a Jew
He grew, started a Universal Church and was baptized by St. John the Baptist

Eternal Father, Yahweh gave Him a name of “Christ”
Apostle is a Priest
Eternal Son is the Apostle of Eternal Father
He is the Highest Priest of the Universal Church

Universal is Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
He didn’t need to be baptized
But He did anyway to for the righteous
He ordered 12 Apostles to preach His Gospel

Eternal Son is the Apostle of Eternal Father
Eternal Son is Father Christ
Father Christ is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
Should we not call Him “Father” for the righteous? >

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Dignificance of the New Testament

In the ? New Testament
Eternal God’s? REVELATION is completed
The 4 Gospels according to Saints John, Luke, Mark and Matthew
The masterpiece of Sacred Scripture

The most precious treasure of the Church
The Eternal Son of the Eternal God shows Himself
As He is
And encounters us

The Acts of the Apostles, we learn about the beginnings of the Church
And the working of the Holy Spirit
The letters written by the apostles
All facets of human life are set in the light of Father Christ

The book of Revelation we foresee the end of the ages


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A Prayer For Him

A Prayer For Him Dear Lord, Our Father in Heaven I pray this prayer to you again You know that special one That I pray for him If we are supposed to be together Thank You for keeping him in my heart If we are not supposed to be together Then let these feelings for him depart If it is Your will And really meant to be Then please let him also Feel the same for me I’ll follow wherever You may lead For I know You have big plans in store As long as I have these feelings for him My faith and hope keeps growing more Whether or not we are to be together Please always keep happiness in his heart As the wonderful feelings I get from him I want him to also feel every happy part I don’t know the next step of Your plan But I want to thank You for how I feel today Full of content and peacefulness all around I leave it in Your Hands to be handled Your way AMEN Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Significance of the Old Testament

Eternal God reveals Himself as the Creator
Preserver of the world
The leader
Instructor of mankind

Old Testament books 
Eternal God’s word
Sacred Scripture
Without Old Testament, we cannot understand Father Christ


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Traveling Through the Fog

From time to time We all run into A fog of some kind Yes, even you do Your path becomes A big thick haze And then for some The mind reaches a daze Uncertainty can get you When it is so unclear Obscuring the view All around so near A type of trap maybe Inside a clouded mass Blinding the vision we see As if the fog will not pass I travel through just fine For me that’s when it seems To be my most favorite time To dream the impossible dreams When times are the toughest Where the darkest moments are Mountains are climbed highest And I reach for the brightest star Not one thing will stop me From dreaming of tomorrow My hopes go as high as can be Tossing away thoughts of sorrow We all pass through A bit of fog sometime Just remember it is true The sun will again shine Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Trumpets sounded loudly towards dusk
as they did in ancient times,
to warn all warriors of an imminent battle,
there I saw throngs of angels
with glorious Jesus in their mist....
a thick book was opened by Gabriel;
below, Satan was waiting for the condemned souls.
A huge crowd looked up gleefully
and was raptured as He called out their names,
I waited and waited, but there's was
no mention of mine through those pages;
could have Jesus, so perfect and just,
have overlooked, or forgotten to call it... 
I wasn't wasn't called!
I looked inside to scrutinize my non-so-spotless conscience,
and guilts of past deeds surfaced instantly
as the remains of a ship-wreck floating on a turbulent sea;
and to realize this tragedy, it took plenty of tears!
I wept and no one heard me, but Lucifer was hysterical and joyful
to have won and ready to torment me in Hell.
Oh, no...did Dante describe it well, if he had never seen it?
Horror, fright, despair, darkness and crackliing flames
were the awful feelings and eerie images of that vision too ambiguous.
I fell on my shivering knees and cried out:
" Lord didn't you promise from the cross,
 "You will be with me in Paradise, today?"
"If you forgave the Good Thief, why can't you forgive me?"
There's was no reply from the Savior whose blood
had the power to cleanse all inequities with His sacrifice...
I called out again with a frightened, louder voice,
"Lord, my Redeemer, have you searched for the other stranded sheep
which can't find his way back; is he stuck in a shrub with thorns?"
I looked around and all the raptured people followed Jesus,
leaving me behind as Lucifer laughed and danced down below,
but a terrible thought came to me, " Was I going to be his next victim, 
and allow my flesh to eternally burn in that abyss called Inferno?"
The first shadows dimmed the orange-colored sky,
I started to yawn and suddenly I fell asleep. When I woke up,
I saw Christ, the Redeemer and King, leaning over me softly saying,
" I haven't forgotten about you, Andrew...I wanted you to feel
the disappointment of not being raptured and saved;
even an imperfect person like you can enter my kingdom, if his heart repents.
My sacrifice is enough to wash your past and present sins with my shed blood."
My awe and disbelief surpassed the realm of my reality...
yes, indeed I had another chance for redemption and salvation! 


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Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...

You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 

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As i sat in a nite club..
sipping sodas as i was too stressed
to enjoy my guinness...with michael powa..
a catch phrase used to advertise
my favorite bottle...
then in walked NAZRIEL

Pretty NATZ.. A nick name...
had a companion... weird..
is an understatement...
no words were needed i..
sat immobilized.....
the eagles blended in..

Nazriel playing intoxicated-
me not buying it
natz... playing with dem pole dancers
natz eyes me..
the eagle folds his arm around her..
protecting pretty natz..

The eagles have landed in our city
i have encountered one too many..
and no one seems concerned...
this one has been around for decades..
lets cal him its-rael

No one knows why the eagles landed
talk of missing Isaiah chapters..
talk of the secret of the seven.. thunders
miracles don't amaze any more
for the eagles have landed...
and sweet NAZRIEL is one of them

by lewis nyaga

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God or Father Christ

Apostle is a priest
Eternal Son is the Apostle of Eternal Father
Eternal Father gave the name Christ when He was baptized by St. John the Baptist
He ordered the 12 apostle to preach His Gospel

He was the Highest Priest of the Universal Church
Universal means Catholic or Roman Catholic
There is a purgatory
Yes, purgatory is in the bible

The 2nd book of Maccabees, Old Testament
Purgatory or Purification
Intellectually understood 
All as in everybody should be under Eternal Son’s Universal Church

Eternal Son is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
It is for the righteous to call Eternal Son Father Christ
Eternal Father is in Him
Father Christ sends the Holy Spirit

Christians will be in the Purgatory
Until they learn from their Initiation before going to heaven
On earth is called Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults R.C.I.A. to be the true Christian
Three types are slain

Father Christ is the pathway to heaven
To face Eternal Father and the Divines
It is my job to inform everybody
Visit to know more

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Road to Redemption

Introduction: Tribute to brothers in the fray and families for them pray...

Life in these rough times, We barely even feel the daytime Every second counts greatly, As there’s no going back in time Sometimes we lose to win, try not to fail again, But mostly we end up back to where we all began Every single day, we wake up in one piece, Where brothers in the fray, they hardly get to cease Our tears drop all over the floor, They keep on till their blood stains from their core Every second till the end, We pray for them to knock on our doors Sadly at times, things go the other way for the best cause, All we can do really, is not breakdown and pause Prayer’s the only strand through the last breath, When they depart with a peaceful end Emptiness and happiness, constantly flowing along, The memories, they always live right within our souls When days seem cloudy and life gets lonely Debts grow high and smiles fade into sigh At that instant, that very moment, Just pray, pray to get healed, Heal from this insanity, pray to be free, Free from this misery It all comes down to the crying in the end, The stillness stares up towards the sky As we do bid farewell to dear friends But at some point through all the pain and sour grin, recovery does begin The ones we love and care, Though some are not so near Scattered through this bittersweet world, Waiting for us to share; This life is like the weather, It changes altogether It may get bad and may get sad, But know it’s not forever, Better days will come eventually, The morning sun will shine brightly Through our endeavors and our prayers, we shall recover From things we’ve lost so dearly So just hold on to the light and believe in salvation, And the rays of truth shall lead the road to redemption…

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entropy of probability

the certain concept of heading into the void
can't help but get me a little annoyed
the assertion that 
"if you're not part of the solution,
you're part of the precipitate"
is one with which I can easily relate
falling out, as it were -
from life's certainty of solution
to devolve into entropic resolution
- is chaotic at best

we are, after all in the best years
of our lives, and the future is bound
to look back to now - and agree
you're waaay prettier than you'll be
a couple of eons or epics from now
just some dust blowing in some Kansas wind
if Kansas is even around in the future then
with you're progeny sayin'
"you haven't been yourself for awhile now"
chances are somewhat improbable that -
you, in fact will never be again

S = k·log W

© Goode Guy 2012-08-06 S = k·log W

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MATTHEW SIX TEN STUMP I picked up a new stump today ‘Twas cut from a giant pine tree Matthew Six Ten is his name His circles say he is about 93 Cut from the mid-section Standing almost 16 inches tall With the width of circumference Being about 17 inches wide in all The definition of Matthew six ten Is written in the Bible As a glimpse of heaven When I stand on my stump I stretch up towards the sky Visioning my heavenly treasures Our hearts are where our treasures lie The vision of my eyes carries my soul My body soaks up and shines the light The stump seems to shine the righteous path way That feels like a glimpse of heaven within my sight My Matthew Six Ten stump Reminds me that God already knows Of all of my needs while on this earth and To be thankful for the time of now that grows Florence McMillian (Flo)

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“Let there be;” the prelude to creation
“Let us make man;” an imitation
“Let thou subdue the earth;” not an invasion
“Let thou not eat;” humanity in examination
Enticing oh! Sweet bitter fruit of Eden
Enhancing the knowledge of good and evil even
Explicated in the seductive words of the forsaken
Enticingly dreadful, namby-pamby humanity have fallen

Now, salvation plan still conceived
Nest, Israel a people adopted
New prophets on the stage performed
Natch! Salvation plan delivered

There in Bethlehem the baby in manger
Then in Canaan, water turned win in a jar
Through Galilee, the evangelization prosper
Thus, in Jerusalem the saviour’s sepulcher

Entering graves womb at death
Navigating hell to its depth
 Dawn wakes him on the third day from the earth
Salvation debt paid to procure new birth

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Denial of Eternal God

To know the invisible [Eternal] God A great challenge for the human mind Many are scared off by it Another reason is they would have to change their life Anyone who says that [Eternal] God is meaningless They cannot be answered is making things easy for himself Can we grasp [Eternal] God at all in concepts? Is it possible to speak about Him meaningfully? Men are limited The infinite greatness of [Eternal] God Never fits into infinite human concepts We can nevertheless speak rightly about [Eternal] God (YOUCAT, NO. 5-6) 4102013

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Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way

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Our Father Chapter Four

When all Zechariah's members were gone he and his daughters
piled back into their family car and drove to Neptune a seafood restaurant.  
Zechariah asked Mary the church's treasury how much did the church raise.
"$400" answered Mary.  "That's a little light" Zechariah's voice was filled with
disappointment.  After they ate their lunch the Israel family made their way home.
Pulling into their driveway of their three bedroom brick house they waved at their
neighbor Ruby Bell.  As they got out of their car Ruby made her way over.  "Excuse
me Zechariah may I speak with  for a minute?"  "Of course Ruby" answered Zechariah
as they exited their car.  "You know I teach at Red District High.  Snice Mary is 14 I wanted
to know would you enroll her at the high school?  I know you homeschool Mary and Elisabeth
but I think public school would be a good idea".  "With all the bad influences at public school 
Ruby I don't think that would be best".  "Zechariah you should really give it some thought.  I have
some books that I want to give to Mary and Elisabeth.  May they come over and get them?"  "Yes
they can".  Mary and Elisabeth followed Ruby Bell back to her home.  "I really wish your father would
let the two of you attain public school.  You would really enjoy it".  "Our father says public school has been corrupted by Satan" Mary told Ruby.  "I was raised in an Atheist family Mary meaning 
we don't believe in God.  Even though I was raised an Atheist I was taught to respect other people's
beliefs.  We are all different.  That's what makes us special".  Walking over to the book shelves Ruby 
took down four books.  "The books I have for the two of you are The Complete Poems of Langston 
Hughes and The Biography of Martin Luther King Jr".  "Thank you Ms. Bell".  "The two of you are 
very welcome.  What type of candy do the two of you like?"  "I like Hershey and Elisabeth likes
Snickers".  "Well guess what?  I just happen to have a Hershey bar and a Snickers bar.  I just have
to get them out of the refrigerator".  "Ms. Bell what's public school like?" asked Elisabeth as she
received the snickers from Ruby Bell.  "Well Elisabeth there will be more children for you to interact
with.  The teachers make learning fun.  Like I said before you will really enjoy it.  I better get the two
of you back to your father".  When Ruby, Mary and Elisabeth returned outside they found Zechariah
waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher 

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My Imprint

I always used to ask myself this question, "What kind of imprint do I want to leave with people once I pass and am I scared of dying?"  I had come to this question again once my grandfather passed.He was an amazing human being who loved God by the way.Anyway, I have learned over time through experiences of my life I have realized something and its what I want others to know, its that Life is a gift.So cherish every minute of it even the smallest moments in time.See, everyday is a new opportunity for Forgiveness.Love.Reconciliation. etc. one will not always have the chance to live promisingly.I believe that people need to go about their lives with the perspective of not what can I do for myself.But, what can I do for someone else.For instance, How can I make someone''s day? Or just simply How can I make a person smile today? For me, there's nothing that brings more joy to me than knowing I may have made a difference in a person's life. I just want others to know that the bigger picture in our existence is not just serving Jesus, but its to serve each other. I mean, of course we need to live for the Lord and spread the Gospel and live our own lives. But, there's nothing wrong with a little selflessness and its very fulfilling to do so. Oh, and No. I'm not scared of dying. You see, The Apostle Paul said it well, "To live is Christ. But, to die is gain." I know that it's different when your told you only have so much time to live than when a family member or friend is told this.But quite honestly, to me it's just death. Besides, if I could leave this earth knowing I changed at least one life, it was very worth living it.


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When I Saw The spirit

The holy spirits of “Christians” are unholy. What day earlier than mid-week did my brother,
the Nazarene call fools of their liking? I am work: I’m always against a force;
 the old black bag, that the spirit always quickens, called me a demon
 because I saw the devil arriving on Sunday mornings in lipstick and rouge, 
and when Rasimong came, “demon possessed,” they were endowed with tongues, 
like California wild fire and pushed him off the balcony, almost to his death.
They did not see the almost murder, ‘cause they were under the influence
of spirits in sizzling mid-summer heat. The preacher grinned 
his yellow, curry-stained teeth and pride himself on the spectacle, 
like his father did before him. My mother-in-law, the bur on my jockstrap,
is an almost murderer, her holy hands were tightly fixed to Rasimong’s private allotment.
Don’t take this straightforward; I have more than a bur in my jockstrap, a Colt 45
with barrel, cold, resting on the head of a snake; a python, as damaging as the serpent in Eden. 
Let’s recoup from unnecessary tidings. Before Rasimong flew like shot pheasant
and landed inches from a merciless metamorphic rock, I could smell the blood 
gushing from his almost cracked skull and marveled at who their god …is not

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Eden's epiphany

Eve came, her bush brushing through,
figuring fig was sufficient to 
leave that feeling behind, 
(was it even a word, good or evil)
to converse with her landlord
before her in the clearing, clearly annoyed.

"Where have you been Eve?, 
 I've been looking for you." 
Her first thought was not 
"You know very well where I've been, 
 you are the Landlord, aren't you?". 
She was a bit overwhelmed with 
 the fresh emotions in her mind.

Showing newfound respect (fear?) she replied 
"I have been in the lush green, 
 making love with the Other." 
She thought maybe the Landlord would tell her, 
 to go back to doing what she had been doing, 
 but instead, the Landlord said 
 "You haven't been eating the fruit 
 I told you not to, have you?".
Eve, new to the idea, might have
 thought "You know very well I've eaten it, 
 you are the Landlord, aren't you?". 
But innocent was her first thought
 and she admitted that she had,
 further offering "The Other did too".
Landlord, fixed his view of her 
 and proceeded to quote from memory
 "You have violated the terms of
 the lease to this land and therefore
 the penalty clause comes into effect."
"You, Eve, and the Other tenant too,
 will vacate said premises effective
Eve, taken aback by the newfound
 demeanor of Landlord, simply asked
 "But why Landlord do you treat
 me - us, so sharply?"
To which Landlord replied ominously
 "You have committed the original sin!"
Eve, having partaken what the Landlord
 had explicitly denied to her and a bit more
 sentient than when first awoken, replied
 "But I have not committed what you say,
 it is you in fact, Landlord, who committed it."
Landlord, knowing the rationale about to be
 uttered, played close to the robe.
"How do you believe that Eve?"

Eve replied "Well, my Landlord, you
 know everything about everything, right?"
"Yes, I do." returned.
"And it was you who made the knowledge,
 even before you made the fruit, right?"
"Yes, I did." was uttered.
"And you did so knowing full well ahead
 that I would, I in fact MUST, take the knowledge."
"Therefore, it was you who committed the
 original sin, knowing that the Other and I
 would follow the path provided to us."

"So good and evil have become part of us,
because it is part of you, right?"

"You give a persuasive argument Eve,
but I am the Landlord, 
therefore, I make the rules."

"God damn us." Eve replied.

© Goode Guy 2012-09-05

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Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago,
he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago;
and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina
to Canada and America...he immensely missed
his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife Maria...
and when he dreamed of that face he once caressed,
tears flowed thinking of her with a man's desire,
which too often he bore throughout his dire...
and he could have found a companion, but he resisted that urge
by opening the Bible to remind him of his refuge.

That large barn, which echoed with the peasants' voices and songs,
was the labor of their callous hands storing hazelnuts, chestnuts, grapes 
and grains to be sold in the town's market square...all that was his pride and joy; 
and what made those long furrows with vines so bountful?
Their source was a river flowing through those well-kept farms,
nourishing them with its fresh waters that at times proved to be
very disastrous and fatal when its banks  filled to capacity
when floods occurred making him sad, but seldom he lost hope...
as he glanced far, dreaming of sailing beyond the crimson horizon.
Godfearing grandpa was never stouthearted, he firmly believed in Divine Mercy.

Godfearing grandpa sailed from the Bay of Naples
on a ship cramped with thousands of desperate immigrants, 
to seek fortune outside Italy after Mussolini seized power;
and he didn't curse his native soil for making him leave,
but kept on loving it with same ardor of his youth.
" I will return to my land and my barn as empty as a shell,
dreaming of stacking it with those crops ready to be gathered...
I will smell the ripe apples, the juicy grapes, the yellow pears,
the plump oranges with their strong scent in the crates made of oak!"
He solemny shouted to the reddest sky overlooking his rosy barn.  

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Our Father Chapter two

Ever morning Mary and Elizabeth would try to scrub
the betrayal of their father off their flesh.  "Our dead 
mother must be crying her eyes out in heaven" Elisabeth
said to Mary as they got ready for church.  "I wonder what
his congregation would think of him if they knew?" replied
Mary.  "Girls are the two of you ready yet?  You don't have 
time to gossip".  "We're ready" said Mary.  The Israel family 
piled into their family car.  As Zechariah drove to his church
The Voice of God Ministries he quizzed his daughters with 
Bible questions.  "Elisabeth how many books are in the Bible?"
"There are 66 books in the Bible".  "Very good Elisabeth.  Mary
who were the parents of John the Baptist?"  "Zechariah and 
Elisabeth".  "Very good Mary".  The Voice of God Ministries is
the biggest Evangelcial church in all of North Carolina.  Every
time Zechariah Love Israel approached his church his heart
fills up with pride.  "We are the light of the world.  We must 
guide the people to God" said Zechariah as the Israel family 
got out of their family car.  "Let's get ready to welcome our 
members" grabbing Mary and Elisabeth by the hand Zechariah
and his daughters entered The Voice of God Ministries.  Zechariah
was a preacher who was known for his over the top sermons.
With his knowledge of the Bible and his great speaking ability he
held his congregation in a trance.  At the end of every worship service
Zechariah stood at the entrance of the church and shook hands with his members.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher 
aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven

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Our Father Chapter Four

When all Zechariah's members were gone he and his daughters piled back into their family car
and drove to Neptune a seafood restaurant.  Zechariah asked Mary the church's treasury how much
did the church raise.  "$400" answered Mary.  "That's a little light" Zechariah's voice was filled with
disappointment.  After they ate their lunch the Israel family made their way home.  Pulling into their
driveway of their bedroom brick house they waved at their neighbor Ruby Bell.  As they got out of their car Ruby made her way over.  "Excuse me Zechariah may I speak with you and your girls for a 
minute?"  "Of course you can Ruby" answered Zechariah as they exited their car.  "You know I teach
at Red District High.  Snice Mary is 14 I wanted to know would you enroll her at the high school?  I
know you homeschool Mary and Elisabeth but I think public school would be a good idea".  "With 
all the bad influences at public schools.  Ruby I don't think that would be best".  "Zechariah you should really give it some thought.  I have some books that I want to give to Mary and Elisabeth.  May they come over and get them?"  "Yes they can".  Mary and Elisabeth followed Ruby Bell back to
her home.  "I really wish your father would let the two of you attain public school.  You would really enjoy it".  "Our father says public schools has been corrupted by Satan" Mary told Ruby.  "I was raised in an Atheist family Mary meaning we don't believe in God.  Even though I was raised an Atheist I was taught to respect other people's beliefs.  We are all different.  That's what makes us
special".  Walking over to the book shelves Ruby took down four books.  "The books I have for the two of you are The Complete Collected Poems of Langston Hughes and The Biography of Martin Luther King Jr".  "Thank you Ms. Bell".  "The two are very welcome.  What type of candy do the two
of you like?"  "I like Hershey and Elisabeth likes Snickers".  "Well guess what?  I just happen to have 
a Hershey bar and a Snickers bar.  I just have to get them out of the refrigerator".  "Ms. Bell what's
public school like?" asked Elisabeth as she received the snickers from from Ruby Bell.  "Well Elisabeth there will be more children for you to interact with.  The teachers make learning fun.  Like
I said before you will really enjoy it.  I better get the two of you back to your father".  When Ruby Bell,
Mary and Elisabeth returned outside they found Zechariah waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

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Our Father Chapter Three

At the end of every worship service Zechariah stood at the entrance
of the church and shook hands with his members.  "Pastor Zechariah
you really out did yourself this time" said sister Naomi as she shook hands
with Zechariah.  "Why think you Naomi it really warms my heart to hear
you say that".  I'm  going to warm more than your heart Naomi said to
herself as she exited The Voice of God Ministries.  When all Zechariah's 
members were gone he and his daughters piled back into their family car
and drove to Neptune a seafood restaurant.  Zechariah asked Mary the 
church's treasury how much did the church raise.  "$400" answered Mary.
"That's a little light" Zechariah voice was filled with disappointment.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

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a worthy weapon

For reasons unspeakable and meanings misunderstood, Her body was desecrated, mistaken for his good. Battered, broken, betrayed, and bruised, Her spirit was robbed from her, her trust misused. Confused and weary, retreat her only choice, The pain of betrayal silenced her inner voice. Emotions were unrecognizable, strangers if you will, Her feelings turned predatory, in search of a kill. Terrified of the unfamiliar heart that beat inside her chest, Her thoughts were vengeful and cruel at best. She had never known a pain so deep and so great, Instantly, she became intimate with the feeling of hate. The dangers of the world, were all at once revealed, Reminding her, betrayal had taken with it, her shield. Who would protect her, be there to keep her safe, Now that danger had taken on a new face? For now she had no crutch, there would be no beacon in the night, She herself would have to be a warrior, to survive this fight. And it was a fight indeed, she battled head on, Constantly being conquered from trying to face the battle alone. Armed with selfishness, anger, resentment and pride, She was desperately seeking a weapon, worthy enough her side. So, ravaged and weak, she called out into the darkness, And with her humility at hand, she was reminded of a promise. Stilly and quietly she started to recall, There was One, who had promised her it all. Promised there was a place with no sorrow or tears, And promised with Him, she’d have no evil to fear. She questioned her debt, for she had acquired many He assured with repentance she would not pay for any. She asked about His sacrifice and He humbly replied, For you my child, a thousand times over, I would have been crucified. With those precious words, she fell upon her face, Worshiping him, knowing she was unworthy of such grace. He wiped a tear from her face, and gave her a light in her heart Told her to go and be an example, that Jesus can be the start. The start of the beginning to a whole new life, Where your never left alone to face the struggle and strife. He made it clear to her; your Master will never leave you, She found comfort in the physical evidence of that that truth. She found He was living, inside her heart He is alive, No longer in fear, she can see the world in a whole new light. Now dressed in His armor, she is ready for battle, He helps her to mount, for today, she rides a new saddle.

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Holy Family

We cannot separate Mother Mary and Saint Joseph
They’re having so much connection
With the mystery of Incarnation of Eternal God
Joseph, being guardian of the Virgin’s spotless honor
Foster-father of the Divine Babe

Mother Mary’s family thought be made known
She might not be stoned by the Jews as an adulteress
Thirdly, that in her flight; have the comfort of a husband
St. Ignatius add yet a fourth reason namely that is birth might hid from the devil
Looking for Him to be born of a wife and not of a Virgin


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Against Those Who Discourage mOTHER Marian Devotion

O Sweet Father Christ, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother? Who’s our mother as well

Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?

Do we alienate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master, 
Greater learned not discourage to Your holy mother 
Even all that I have said were true

Therefore, they’ve been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, form their sentiments and practices
Please give me share sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her, follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You

As if up to this point
Still I said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
 'Give me grace to praise You worthily,' 
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me say loudly with the saints 
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of Eternal God 
Who offends His holy Mother 

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simple suggestion

It’s a simple gesture that one can say
Hello how do you do how was your day
It’s a simple suggestion
Like my hand in yours
So tender on the touch every single pore
What is his hand? 
And where can I find 
It keeps my mind in motion the simple unknown
Un devoted
Just done
Life can be a single turn 
A single term
Its rhythm is firm 
From the grey seas 
To the green trees
And another late fee
Just a divided hand
That might suggest that we chose the wrong path
That maybe our world is colliding with a wall
And that hand might not be there to save us all 
For the meantime the wren keeps it afloat
With his peaceful remedy and his tranquil notes
One can see the irony 
Of this simple pass by 
The one time you see our flutters fly 
Is all past that 
The Chat 
For it is my hand that does the work 
The simple wave 
And the smile on the other end 
Maybe the one to constrict my hand later
Or make it even bigger
Or it’s the one that litters
And keeps me undeclared
Or uncaring
When we take to the wind
We foreshadow our sin
And here I stand still 
With our glares and our posture 
Carefully making sure his hand might find us one day

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I Sit As Queen, I Am No Widow

Banished and disgraced in 1798—
Stripped of her temporal power,
And before the end of time,
She’ll receive her prophetic hour.
The entire world will pay her homage—
All peoples, multitudes and nations.
Spiritual suicide committed by most,
Adhering to her indoctrinations.

It only takes one generation
For history’s lessons to be lost;
Lives Christ willingly died for
Fail to listen to His Holy Ghost.
Man’s own glory to be given honor
And Christ’s sacrifice demeaned;
Men sit as judge and jury,
The conscience to be weaned.

She sits as queen upon the beast,
Dressed in scarlet and purple that's royal.
Decked with costly jewels of pride—
Astrology her deep, dark soil.
Whatever the Persians and Grecians loved,
She took to heart as well.
Called them her own mysteries—
Claimed Mithra's keys to heaven and hell.

She’s become the habitation of devils
And all will soon drink of her wine.
The traders are made rich by her commerce—
The “Mother of Harlots” claimed divine.
Sitting on her throne of spiritual darkness,
Chosen alienation from God in accord,
She claims she’ll be queen forever,
But her end will come from the Lord.

Copyright © 2011 Maureen LeFanue

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Abrahams Test of Faith

Side by side father and son
journeyed long in silence.
Isaac did not know his fate
was part of Abraham’s obedience.
The thought of offering up his son,
as a sacrifice to God
made Abraham’s heart tremble,
as along the path they trod.

On the third day of their journey,
Abraham saw a cloud of glory hovering
over the area of Mount Moriah. 
Towards God there was no murmuring.
Abraham left two servants behind,
so they wouldn’t witness the scene.
When Isaac learned his fate,
fear must have gripped his mind serene.

But Isaac submitted to his God,
as his father had taught him to do.
Abraham lifted the knife to slay, 
His son with no further ado.
His arm was suddenly stayed—
reprieve from God was won.
He heard the words from above,
“Do not slay your son.”

A substitute ram of sacrifice
God himself provided.
A ram tangled in a nearby thicket
became the sacrifice decided.
God renewed His covenant
with Abraham that day.
Abraham passed the test of faith;
was righteous in God’s way.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2011

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Bottomless Love

“I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with all my heart
Will declare all your wondrous deeds

Was   present at many of [the mysteries of the Holy Rosary]
Not only in the events surrounding Father Christ’ birth
Also at the wedding feast of Cana while Father Christ carried His cross

Was crucified
She was with the apostles in the upper room at Pentecost
We can safely assume
She saw the risen Lord, Father Christ and His ascension

Of course
She experienced her own assumption and crowning in heaven.
By repeating the Hail Mother Mary
We address her with those greetings of St. Gabriel and St. Elizabeth then we ask prayers as we consider the mysteries

This process
As if we were trying to look at each mystery of salvation
Her maternal perspective
Seeking to love Father Christ

The center of each mystery
As much as we may love Father Christ
The Virgin Mother Mary can always lead us to a bottomless love
More uplifting perspective of faith in Him


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Honor To Mother Mary is Honor To Father Christ

“The honor of the Mother reflects on Father Christ”
“Whatever honor and praise are given to the Mother bounces to the Son”
“The honor given to the Queen bestowed on the King”
The Honor we give to the Mother of the Lord was referred to Him Who was made incarnate (personified) of her”

The Mother is honored for her Son’s sake”
“Indeed in loving Mother Mary, we honor Eternal God”
“We will never love her as He loved her”
Father Christ was the first to honor her as His mother
“We will never be able to equal with which Father Christ loved her”


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Mon Santos - My Saints

Gathered around the table
they lay papers before the sacrament
and the gathering is called to order.

Around the table they go, each to reply
as projections are cast on the future.

The seed of thy seed has been good,
exceeding all expectations of 
our last gathering here.

Intoning "Our cup runneth over this day"
the saints all smile at
each other and their good works
leading the flock to a new field.

Taking that which is fallowed
and increasing its worth
over the cries of the sheep
at being driven to service before them.

The flock know not what is fed,
but they hunger, nonetheless.

My saints, thank the ultimate word,
that nature's genetics are our profit
and we own the rights to it, forseeably.

Let us, their shepherds, guide them,
for they are in need of our mastery.

Have them mark the deeds we present,
as legitimacy is confirmed to each,
that we are truly the saints
of god almighty and therefore entitled, 
as a legitimate multi-national corporation
to possess and dispense 
the seeds of mother nature
which we designed out of nothing
for the good, as we see fit.

Amen MonSantos, 
let it be my saints

© Goode Guy 2012-07-15,_Inc.

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Our Father Chapter Two

"Our dead mother must be crying her eyes out in heaven" 
Elisabeth said to Mary as they got ready for church.  "I wonder 
what his congregation would think of him if they knew" replied Mary.
"Girls are the two of you ready yet?  You don't have time to gossip".
"We're ready" said Mary.  The Israel family piled into their family car.
As Zechariah drove to his church The Voice of God Ministries he quizzed
his daughters with Bible questions.  "Elisabeth how many books are in the
Bible?"  "There are 66 books in the Bible".  "Very good Elisabeth.  Mary how 
who were the parents of John the Baptist?"  "Zechariah and Elisabeth".  "Very
good Mary".  The voice of God Ministries is the biggest Evangelical church in
all of North Carolina.  Every time Zechariah Love Israel approached his 
church his heart fills up with pride.  "We are the light of the world.  We must 
guide the people to God" said Zechariah as the Israel family got out of their 
family car.  "Let's get ready to welcome our members" grabbing Mary and 
Elisabeth by the hand Zechariah and his daughters entered The Voice of God 
Ministries.   Zechariah was a preacher who was known for his over the top 
sermons.  With his knowledge of the Bible and his great speaking ability he 
held his congregation in a trance.  At the end of every worship service 
Zechariah stood at the entrance of the church and shook hands with his 
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green 
Poet aka Red Seven

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A Prayer and Answer

I ask and call to heaven for help I feel God listening as I yelp, out to him shrieking a call, 
praying in the end he won’t let me fall.

Help me I called out for little did I know he has been watching me keeping score; and he 
knew I wanted more.
Earn it you must but in your heart you don’t trust, majority of the time raising a fuss.
In pain you are this I know is true, there are many tests you must face before I bring a 
blessing to you.
You live in anonymity away from all, giving no one a chance and yet you still call. 
My son don’t you see you can’t live without me I gave you life through two; my will can 
change you given the truth.
My blessing in time will come to you, being patient is one thing that you have learned to do.
Do so with care and treat everyone fair, face all your fears leave sinful ways to your peers.
By then you will know by my word and all will follow. 

Rest easy my son…
James C Bryant Jr.
July 24, 2010

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I wouldn't have reached this mature age
if angels didn't exist and watch over me,
one angel...while I was sleeping squeezed my hand
to confort me through trails and misfortunes,
not foreseen by young eyes frightened by rage;
today that comforting hand still holds mine truer than any friend!
That angel hasn't returned, giving me assurance and certainty...
that nothing tragic is going to happen anytime soon;
if I doubted this, and wished for another visitation, I wouldn't bear bitter scorn!
Yes, angelic visions warn us of events that will change the course of destiny.   
I wouldn't have seen the needed love...misery and compassion of others,
if angels didn't exist and allow me to reflect and act on instincts:
by becoming wiser and avoiding making mistakes leading to regrets;
who would go to such lenghts and diverge my fate from catostrophy?
No, not even the most trusted friend whom I thought had shown sincerity!
Divinition must be taken seriously as I did when this hand so cold with fear
was touched by the hand of an invisible angel with a message so clear!
Mysterious angel, please don't visit me again at dawn,
while I still live and and I'm dazzled by youngsters riding a happy unicorn;
why don't they fear those ferocious beasts? To them...they are truly beautiful!   

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Vayikra of Moses

It draws me to think about Moses’ humility 
with his experience of the burning bush in Sinai,
like a place of discovery, so extraordinary!
that it’s burning and yet not consuming.

Being a leader to his own people of Israel,
his charism and fidelity to God he worships well,
reminds me of those responsibilities he had with them;
a great challenge and mired with so much pains.

God’s reassurance to his own people of faith,
his sheltering presence through all those years;
continued to abound with prophecies beyond,
in the heights of crises and difficulties at hand.

The burning bush or zarza ardiente in Spanish
is where God’s divine presence knows no difference
even in a lowly bush or an untrodden place
his message conveys that saving love for his people.

It is God’s Word, his plan and purpose he made with Moses;
there’s a defining experience that brings to fruition,
a remarkable change and perception of God’s will
that whoever believes and follows him becomes a disciple.

Moses in his intimate encounter with God through those years
walked with his people with constant faith in his will;
amid his humility and love for those who are suffering
his identity epitomized the “most humble of all people.” 


Vayikra: It is written in Torah scrolls with a small letter Aleph.  If we would disregard the small Aleph, the word would read “vayikar” – a word associated with a “chance encounter” – i.e. a much lower level of intimacy.  It is a statement which proclaimed his previousness in G_d’s eyes.  Moses sought to downplay this in a way that did not compromise the meaning of the original text, yet made clear to others that he was still a man of lowly spirit.

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Wedded to the past

The iconography of childhood gives more vivid memories,
like an inward looking that draws to depth and human connections;
those relationships with family members, friends, and relations
the best of times and known to be the memorable years gone by.

To stir the pot and get myself riled up about human depth –
in many areas of concern and struggles to cope with life,
a culture of love gets developed and rolls through the years;
a dependable compass, an anchor that assures great strength.

It’s the habit of my mind and heart that keeps me growing
immersing constantly in the ordinariness of my routines;
form certain messages that shape my choices and decisions;
elsewhere in the context that brings me to embrace what life really is.

Perhaps it’s good to connect the wisdom of the past to present situation;
there’s complimentarity of actions with vision and interior inspiration
yes, with sense of connection and willingness to proclamation;
God, indeed, makes the experience worth thinking and sharing.

The crucible of commitment to the values of God’s kingdom,
reflects my interior disposition to enhance them through actions;
with endless thinking, meditating and ruminating the Sacred Scriptures,
can crown the heart that speaks volumes about dedication to my vocation.

There’s still the umbilical cord of my calling since childhood,
the ‘yes’ to God, the source and author of my priestly life;
with a great deal about ‘how I live and live out of my love,
like a climate change, a moral wavelength wedded to my calling.

Truly, it’s a never ending affair with God in many contexts,
amid the advancing forces of secularism and modernity;
not an easy world to live with; a real challenge with strident voices,
with so many meanings and understandings as life unfolds.

To find the language which describes mobility in my spirituality,
a point in time which braces for my daily encounter with God;
his mysterious signs and wonders that make me walk with him,
in worship and service to Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd.

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The Lord is My Shepherd

“1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. 2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, 3 he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.6 Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Psa 23 NIV The Lord is My Shepherd I shall not surely want. In green pastures I lie; Beside quiet waters a font. He restores my soul; Guides me in righteousness. Even when death pervades, He lovingly shows me His Holiness. With His rod and His staff He watches over me. There’s nothing to fear For evil will flee. He anoints me with oil; Joy is my strength. His goodness and love, Abundant in length. I will live in the house Of my Lord forever. With his commands, I’ll stay in His favor. Safe and secure From all worldly harm. For the Lord is My Shepherd; He’s my precious right arm. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2012

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A Cruel And Humiliating Death

Jesus suffered a cruel
And humiliating death for me.
Treated like one of the lowest criminals,
He hung limply on Calvary’s tree.
Complete self-surrender
To overcome earth’s evil;
Bring healing to the nations;
Satan’s power to curtail.

No splendor of an earthly throne,
But cruelly crucified instead.
A crown of sharp and penetrating thorns,
Laid mockingly upon his head.
No-one could shield his suffering,
Nor heal his broken heart.
He had to bear the sins of man;
His Father’s presence to depart.

Iron nails driven through his wrists and feet
Produced pain so immense;
He asked for a drop of water,
His thirst to hopefully quench.
He refused the offered substitute,
Given to help numb the pain.
He bore that agony alone;
Salvation by his own bloodstain.

A cruel and humiliating death;
Christ’s submission not understood.
He had the power to negate this persecution;
Not be nailed to a pagan cross of wood.
The Father’s will was acknowledged;
Christ’s labored breath grew quick and deep;
The sins of this world his great burden;
No more disguise for evil to keep.

Humiliated and made naked
For all the world to see.
He died so very quickly;
A token of his Father’s mercy.
This cruel and humiliating death
Declared on our innocent Savior
Was the battle between good and evil,
Played out through human behavior.

Satanic agencies confederated
With the evil hearts of men.
Their accusations totally groundless;
Fear their sole motivation.
The princes of light and darkness
Were made evident on that day.
The wickedness of evil
For heaven and earth on display.

 Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue

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History of the Holy Bible

The Holy Bible is an ancient collection
Of 66 books comprised
Thirty-nine books mainly in Hebrew
The OT, by the Jewish people still prized.
The NT books were letters
Written in the Greek language.
The first five books were written by Moses,
Who out of Egypt conducted Israel’s passage.

Around 450 BC, the Jewish scriptures
Were arranged by rabbinical councils,
Who acknowledged their sacredness,
Called Tanakh in Jewish circles.
In 250 BC, the Hebrew Bible
Was translated into Greek;
A translation known as the Septugint
For 70 translators this task did seek.

After approximately 400 years
Jesus arrived on the scene.
He often quoted the Old Testament,
Especially the books of Moses so pristine!
Jesus spoke of the laws—
The prophets and Psalms.
Concerning His prophetic life,
With the OT, He had no qualms.

In AD 40, The Gospels of the NT began to be written
During the 200’s they were translated
Into Latin, Coptic & Syriac
In the 1450’s, the Gluttenburg Bible was printed.
In 1516, Martin Luther declared his intolerance
With the Roman Church’s corruption,
So the Diet of Worms Council decided
To Martyr Luther by selection.

Instead of killing Martin Luther,
The Council translated The Bible into German.
Similarly William Tyndale translated it into English
For British, private sermon.
In 1535, Coverdale printed the first English Bible,
But if found in one’s possession
Queen Mary would burn you at the stake— 
The burning of Protestants was her obsession!
Shakespeare quoted from the Geneva,
The first Bible taken to the USA.
In 1610, the King James Bible was printed
And we still have it with us today!

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011

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“23 By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. 24 Then the LORD rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the LORD out of the heavens. 25 Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. 26 But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.” Gen 19:23-26 NIV A landscape of beauty Bathed in the setting sun The place called Sodom Ill-fated passions considered fun God sent two messengers To warn Lot’s family to leave But to this wicked city Most of his family chose to cleave The storm of divine judgment About to destroy the plain And all of its residents From death could not refrain Angelic messengers escorted Lot His, two daughters and his wife But because his wife looked back A pillar of salt engulfed her life On the following morning Lot entered the place called Zoar The Lord rained brimstone and fire Sodom covered with smoke that did soar The fair Valley of Siddim With all its wealth and pride From God’s judgments No longer left to hide There’s a lesson in this story That we too should heed Sinful cities today abound Full of wicked lust and greed God wants us to leave These cities too today Abort sophisticated places of sin Live much simpler in His way Because Lot’s wife disobeyed Her life was not saved Will we be just like her— God’s warning completely waved? Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012

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The Titanic Generation

We’re the Titanic generation
Sailing the seven seas;
Partying with our Captain;
Living a life of ease.
Not knowing the message
Found in that communiqué;
Not heeding the warning
For our Captain – The US of A.

We’re listening to the music
And dancing all night long;
Glorying in our surroundings
And feeling very strong.
Aboard a ship that cannot sink
Or so the mass did say.
Journeying on through the night
Towards that fateful day.

They said, “This ship’s so powerful
Not even God could sink”.
This ship’s so grandiose,
Let’s sing, dance and drink!
As though there’s no tomorrow,
Let’s enjoy ourselves today.
We’ll soon be in the Big Apple,
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

But did they see the town they call
New York, NY – we’re free?
No, they sailed into the ice that night
In that cold, dark Atlantic sea.
Do you want to party too, my friend
Pretending there’s no end?
Or will you listen to the words
Of wisdom Christ did send?

Soon the thunder and the lightning
Will make a mighty sound;
When the trumpets call the chosen
For earthward Christ is bound
To take His created children
Beyond the Milky Way;
Up to the New Jerusalem,
Or so the Revelations say.

Where pearly gates and streets of gold
Shine brightly as of glass;
Where love abounds and grace’s sweet—
There’s no such thing as class.
All are one and equal,
As equal as can be,
Because they’ve found the Captain,
Who sails without a sea.

He doesn’t want you to die
He loves you – did you know?
He plans you live forever
With a life as white as snow.
The gift is free He tells you,
And He’s honest as the day,
As long as you surrender,
But be sure you don’t delay!

Copyright Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011

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From My History to Your Future

My thoughts linger in the bleak expanse that surrounds my disembodied conscious and  not even the pulsing epiphanies (a million lifetimes away) can bring light to the horrific darkness embedded in the remnant matter of this repented skeptic. 

As the winds once shifted on the golden plains of grains horded for profit and power, so to did the opinions of laypeople and professional swirl around this once complacent arrogant mind too enamored with the process of living to notice the force of life rapidly receding like a cool drink carelessly spilled on a hot surface evaporating before the instinct to lap it up was unleashed.
Now, darkness brings light and clarity to seek out those who are groping in their own brilliance. Descending down on the sea of life hoping to light onto the thoughts of one who will not suppose nature and God are enemies, while science sits adrift in a raft with room for one, watching the worthy vessel with its unworthy passengers rock to and fro unaware of the great fall just ahead. And in the abyss finned creatures too intelligent for their own good helplessly watch because they have no hands to take the helm. 

The wings fluttering above are just as useless, and back on shore the other passengers of the original ark wonder why the misguided stewards bothered saving them in the first place.

But if I could find a mind like a fresh flower obedient and open to receive this
pollinating knowledge, it might be enough to propagate the species of thought that will save billions of embodied cognitive factories from the impotent byproducts of denial: procrastination and the convenience of inconvenience.

Even now I observe changes in the political and environmental climate, and hope my
thoughts have not taken too long to drift from my history to your future.

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Hosea and Gomer

The greatest love story ever told, Of a man who loved a prostitute. Married her in her infidelity, But later she left his love destitute. Hosea loved Gomer through all her sin And lack of faithfulness. She did not deserve the love, He gave without reservedness. She gave him three children But they were not his own. She was extremely unfaithful; Her wayward seeds were sown. Yet he still loved her And his heart did ache. She despised his goodness; His love she did forsake. Finally Gomer left Hosea; Went back to her old profession. Found herself so destitute, She became part of a human auction. For 15 shekels of silver and some barley, Hosea purchased his wife. Took her back home again; Lovingly gave her a new life. Hosea was a type of Christ; His love for Gomer never faltered. Although we sin against Him; His love for us isn’t altered. We don’t deserve His forgiveness; A chance to start anew. But He gives it to us anyway, His mercy each day to renew. © Copyright 2008-2010 Maureen LeFanue

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Someone very close to me has hurt me me badly,
vile words have come out of that vicious mouth,
condemning me of many unjust deeds,
am I to remain silent and defenseless as Christ...
while I'm lashed and stripped of dignity?
More bitter than a lemon, which has never enough
sunlight to sweeten the juice within it;
I have endured evil and have learned how to be patient,
not to fight back with the same viciousness.
O, hurt me again, I will not say anything...
a saint can be martyred for his belief,
but never he will be tortured in the next life!
He holds my weakened hand tightly,
giving me courage, keeping me safe; 
I look to the Heavens and glory is mine!
I am not as bitter as a lemon anymore,
forgiveness has taken long to come...
to make me realize that my agony
is nothing compared to the reward awaiting me!
Every angel smiles and welcomes me with joy;
every gate is open for me to enter freely,
and I wish that person could feel loved and be like me...
walking towards God to know how kind and forgiving He is! 

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A Plea to Infinity

The Infinite Mind of all eternity
In all your wisdom you decided reality to have me
Of all I know about you, profit is supreme
Please help me succeed too in securing my dreams
For it falls within the functions you purposed in me
Moreover, me being a product of thee
Means embedded in me are the elements of supreme skills
Designed to succeed in the highest scale of reality

The infinite mind of all eternity
Everything about me reflects the virtues of thee
My bodily beings daily grow and my heart never stops
Most times I’m all alone but I always feel You around 
Perhaps it may be that if I call upon thee
The wisdom of how to carry my burdens with ease
	...will be revealed to me
Oh, how I wish this weight on my back would turn into wings
	...and fly me far and fast, to the lands of appreciation and rewards
Away from the dreadful past stuck right at my back

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Crossing of the Red Sea

Moses raised his rod,
As God told Him to do.
The Red Sea suddenly parted
For the children of Israel to walk through.
The great walls of water
Stayed on either side by God’s power,
Until all His people crossed
Then the waters began to lower.

Pharaoh’s army followed them
Into the sea so deep.
So when the waters lowered
Many a widow did weep.
All drowned by God’s power
Not a trace to be found.
The Israelites praised God;
The desert echoed the sound.

The crossing of the Red Sea—
A type of water baptism.
For the chosen of God
Were shown great favoritism.
Saved from the Passover
And then the Red Sea depths,
How could they turn to idols—
God loved them at such lengths?

Maybe we’re no different,
Often take God for granted
Accept His daily miracles
No eternal life coveted.
Remember the Red Sea crossing—
God’s care for His wayward children.
Ask for His forgiveness;
Graciously accept His loving pardon.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2011

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Build Respect For God

Trace the birth of life back down the genes
you find that Abraham is still a king 
the father of two sons we know by name
Ishmeal and Isaac are are their name's

The father of the Muslims and the Jews
the father of the Christians and their views
Allah or Jehovah still is God
and yet you fight but over just his name

With the changing times and languages 
the words in different country's 
they do change
so you have different names in your language
what does it matter 
if God has thirty eight name's 
but is still the same God
are you wiser than God

do you think that he can't speak
to every one
perhaps all gods are the same God
with just different names

The American Indian 
call's him the great white father
what does it matter 
if the God remains the same

The bible speaks of peace
Hindu's speak of peace
the message of love is the same
who are you to say 

that God can't reach every one
if theirs thirty eight ways to find God 
what does it matter which one you take
the message he give's is love each other 

and honour him with your actions
killing people does not honour God
Killing people does not build respect
build respect for God

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From Pit To Prime Minister

Joseph was sold from a pit by his brothers
To heathen traders of merchandise and spices;
Whilst traveling from Jordan to Egypt—
For Joseph a terrifying crisis.
When they reached Egypt,
He was sold to Potifer as a slave;
Soon appointed over the household,
Because of how Godly he behaved.

Potifer’s wife became his temptress;
such revenge for being shunned.
Joseph was cast into jail
For to lust he’d not succumbed.
He still trusted His God
And did not complain.
God had other plans for him;
In jail he did not remain.

Called from jail by the Pharaoh 
To interpret his strange dream;
Rather like Daniel,
By the king he was esteemed.
A beam of Godly wisdom
That saved a nation from ruin;
Seven years of plenty,
Followed by seven years of famine.

Egypt had plenty in the storehouse,
Due to Joseph’s Godly wisdom.
His role of Prime Minister,
Pharaoh gladly did welcome.
From pit to Prime Minister,
Joseph was a savior to Egypt.
Saved from the pit and slavery—
By God himself equipped.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011

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What is the Measure of Mercy

What is the measure of mercy
It is different in you and me
Only in your heart
The place where mercy starts
You must truly know what it is to repent
In the moments that you’ve spent
Doing wrong by Him
And know it deep within

Mercy is knowledge gained
The message is not in vain
It is the love that you have to give
And the way you choose to live
Are you willing to lend a hand
To all of your fellow man
Do you nurture every little breath
From your very birth to your death
The ability to learn from your mistakes
And the willingness in the chances that you take
Is the answer that comes to me
For what is the measure of mercy

The End
By Greg P

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Kyrie Eleison Lord Have Mercy

Kyrie Eleison,
On me as I go into that dark night
Kyrie Eleison,
And lead me from the darkness into the light
Kyrie Eleison,
And touch me in places I can not hide
Kyrie Eleison,
For your love has filled me with such a sense of pride
Kyrie Eleison,
And please forgive me for all my sins
Kyrie Eleison,
For I am ready for my life to now begin
Kyrie Eleison,
I fall to my knees and pray
Kyrie Eleison,
And please show me of the way
Kyrie Eleison,
So that I may sit by your side in the end
Kyrie Eleison,
And allow my the strength,
So that my broken heart can mend

The End
By Greg P

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But, God

Joseph’s brothers hated him But God delivered him from the pit Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego Thrown into a fiery furnace lit Intended to kill them in an instant But God delivered them from the flames Unscorched by the fire Obedience to God, even fire tames Daniel was thrown to the hungry lions Because He prayed daily to his Father But God’s angels closed the lions’ mouths To consume his enemies they’d rather David could have killed Saul Who was seeking his life to kill But God’s Spirit told him not to David displayed to God goodwill Jacob stole Esau’s inherent blessing But God, the twin brothers reconciled Nothing but a miracle Jacob’s repentance undefiled Job lost everything Except his wife of many years But God gave him more children Doubled his worldly wealth and wares God can do anything For everything to man he gives Because God is a “but” God He also freely forgives. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012

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Revelations Three-Fold Warning

Rev 14:6-12 NIV 

The first angel flies forth with the eternal gospel
To proclaim to every nation, tongue and people;
“Fear God and give Him glory”—
Worship ‘the Creator’ in his territory and title.
A second angel follows claiming,
“Fallen, fallen is Babylon the Great”
Which made all the nations drink the cup;
Her unholy doctrines of church and state.

A third angel follows in the heavens
And shouts in a loud voice:
“If anyone worships the beast and his image,
The cup of God’s wrath” is by choice.
Anyone who receives the mark or name
Will be tormented with burning sulphur;
Christ’s judgments completed;
No more intercession at the Holy Altar.

There’s no rest day or night for the wicked,
Who choose to worship the beast;
Merchants of commerce and plenty;
Absent from heaven’s banquet feast.
Blessed are those who endure for Jesus
And obey God’s love commandments.
Although many may be beheaded,
They’ll rise soon from earth’s internment.

Revelation’s three-fold warning
Is God’s truth of his justice divine.
The seven last plagues of judgment
Fall upon those who, with the beast, align.
God’s judgments for the disobedient,
Who will curse His holy name;
Worship the beast and not their Creator;
Have themselves alone to blame.

Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue

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John, the Revelators Vision

Based on Revelation 13:1-7 I saw a beast rise out of the sea It had ten horns and seven heads; Ten crowns on each horn; Ten nations the world to dread. This beast resembled a leopard But had the feet of a bear A mouth like that of a lion Dragon’s power and throne to share The whole world was astonished As they followed the dragon and the beast Uttering proud words and blasphemies To all who partook of the feast— The feast of bread and the wine Offered up to a foreign god The beast was given great authority All the earth can hear the applaud The whole world’s inhabitants Will bow down and worship this power For their names are not found In the Book of Life at that hour For those who are faithful— These will be trying days They’ll be martyred or jailed For observing God’s ways God didn’t promise the saints a picnic In the days of Jacob’s trouble Death will be a blessing— Eternal life with it coupled A sacrifice of martyrs Just as in the days of old Willingly dying for their Savior For no other power they behold When their Savior appears in the clouds They’ll be clothed with garments white Awoken from death’s sleep They’ll see their King come into sight There’ll be such great rejoicing As never was before Satan will be bound Christ, our King forever more! Copyright © 2007-2012 Maureen LeFanue

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Prayer of A Child No 1

Dear God, I don’t know where you are But I know you’re up above I am told by my Mommy That your heart is full of love So can you please heal her cancer Because I need her so? My daddy’s gone and left us I’ve no idea where he did go Dear God, I wouldn't ask you If it wasn’t so important I don’t want to be left alone Homeless on some pavement I don’t have any aunties Or uncles that I know Nor have I any cousins Living down here below Dear God, I need my Mommy So I beg you to heal her today For she’s all I have here So please don’t delay The doctor says she’s critical That makes me very sad But I know that you can heal her I’ll try never to be bad Dear God, I want to thank You I’ll do that up front Because I know you love her You’ll be my gentle giant Although I am just a child I know you’ll hear my prayer Because my Mommy told me That for all of us you care I’m going to tell the doctor That you’ve got it all in hand But he’ll probably just tell me “Child, you don’t understand.” Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012

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The Tower of Babel

God had directed man To disperse throughout the earth, But instead they built a city, So Babel was given birth. This magnificent tower Reached way up to the heavens; A monument of man’s power For later generations. The dwellers on the Plain of Shinar Disbelieved God’s promise. That He’d never send another flood; The rainbow’s promise served this purpose. In defiance they built the tower; Complete rebellion reigned; Lead them into idolatry, For which Babel was famed. All work came to a standstill; Their languages God confounded. Sent lightening from heaven; The top of this tower grounded. God scattered his people abroad To stop the spirit of murmuring. They hated their Creator Who prevented their laboring. In his wonderful mercy, God destroyed the Babel Tower. Instead of destroying His children, He simply showed them his mighty power. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012

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Gods Genesis Creation

“1-2First this: God created the Heavens and Earth—all you see, all you don't see. Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness. God's Spirit brooded like a bird above the watery abyss.” Genesis 1:1-2 The Message In the beginning was God; God created the heavens and earth. The earth was formless and empty; To light he gave birth. He then separated the light From the darkness of the night; Evening and morning; The first day of creation’s delight. God separated water from water And called the expanse sky. On the third day he created the ground; The sea’s boundaries to comply. God saw that it was good; So vegetation he created next. This was the third day Of the Genesis creation text. God created two great lights Called the sun and moon. They governed the day and the night, And stars for man to swoon. On the fifth day God created birds, To take flight in the air. Then the creatures of the sea, With such precision and care. On the sixth day God created living creatures, To accompany the expanse of the land. Wild animals and livestock Appeared by his great hand. Then God created man, To rule over the creatures. He created man in his own image; Replicating many of his features. God blessed all he created And told them to multiply. The seventh day he made holy; Man’s day of rest to supply. The Lord God formed man From the dust of the ground; Placed him in the Garden of Eden, Where the Tree of Life was found. All of God’s Creation had a plan; A background mastermind. Even the secular scientists, This fact do now find. Darwin doubted his own theory, But not ‘learned men’. They adopted man’s wisdom; Denied God’s Genesis Creation. Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue

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Mother Mary's Motherhood

The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from Eternal God
True Eternal God from True Eternal God

Mother Mary is truly the Mother of God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living


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The Church

I walked into the church, And what did I see? Hundreds of eyes, Just looking at me. What were they thinking, What was on their mind? Was it my new face, Or judgement of some kind? The further I went, The more they did stare. Would I be accepted, Or wouldn't they care? As the service went on, Things began to change. To some I was a target, At the local shooting range! But from many there, I would get a smile. The people next to me, Just looked at me awhile. As the service ended, I stayed in the pew. Hoping that maybe, I would be greeted by a few. But as I looked around, I noticed they were gone. Everyone was in a hurry, No one stayed very long. For more than a month, I returned week after week. Only to find out that, To me they wouldn't speak! I went to find Jesus, And to grow in the Word. But it was only silence, Thats all that I heard! Where was the love, Didn't they really know? It's the Lord Jesus, Our reflection should show? Needless to say, Soon I didn't go back. Loneliness in their church, They did not lack! We must open our hearts, Greet them with a smile. Extend forgiveness and love, Now that's Jesus' style! Reference; Revelation 3: 1-9 (NLT)

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The Banquet Feast

As I sit down at the Banquet feast,
With Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
Oh, what a day it is—
In the Kingdom of Heaven sacred.
But Jesus is the one—
I want to see face to face.
For Jesus is the reason,
I’ve the privilege, this table to grace.

This Banquet table is the longest—
My eyes have ever seen.
There’s many famous people here;
It seems just like a dream.
Moses sits there patiently—
Christ’s strong but humble servant;
Waiting for the prayer of grace,
Before eating this food, so magnificant.

Isaiah, Ezekiel and Jeremiah—
Are seen seated together.
These great prophets of old
Foretold God’s plans for the future.
King Solomon and King David
Sit regally in the middle.
David softly plays his harp;
More beautiful than any fiddle.

The atmosphere’s electric;
Such joy is present on every face.
Excitement for this occasion
Is felt throughout the entire place.
Jesus, our Host, now stands to speak—
To His redeemed made righteous.
Such great love and mercy,
Made all His guests spiritually prosperous.

He didn’t say, “Thank you all for being here”;
For that would have been rather trite.
Instead He said, “Thank you for your choice
To follow My Father’s ways, so right.
Thank you all for witnessing
To your fellow man;
Showing My Father’s love,
So all my children could understand.”

The Banquet experience
Is like nothing ever before.
To see Jesus face to face—
I can only love Him more.
Should I have missed this opportunity,
I would have experienced such deep regret;
To be shut out and placed in darkness—
Away from this momentous Banquet!

Heaven is so awesome—
My words cannot describe.
For these words have never been written
By any reporter or scribe.
Paradise and the Tree of Life—
In the past were but a dream;
Now so very, very real—
For all of God’s redeemed.

There’s not a single sacrifice
That I would not have made;
To be at this special Banquet Feast,
With a perfect character remade.
Life on earth was difficult,
But it’s memory’s almost gone.
Condemned as a heretic;
I simply sang Christ’s victory song!

Featured in my book No. 2, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright © 2009-2011 Maureen LeFanue

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Gods Character Misinterpreted

“…and David sent someone to find out about her. The man said, “She is Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam and the wife of Uriah the Hittite.” 2 Sam 11:3 NIV David’s sins misinterpreted The character of God. For his sins towards Bathsheba Dishonored his precious Lord. But when the prophet, Nathan Was called by God to give reproof, David repented with deep sorrow; His remorse no longer aloof. God exalted David— This one time shepherd boy; Made him ruler over Israel , With a great army to deploy. David surrendered to adultery; Desired another man’s wife. When she was found to be pregnant, Sent her husband into his battle for life. Uriah, Bathsheba’s husband Was killed, as David had intended. David greatly loved Bathsheba; His palace to her he extended. When David realized his sin, Conveyed to him by Nathan, He begged God’s forgiveness For the sins of a complete pagan. All sin misinterprets The character of God above. For his character is his law, Based upon his awesome love. So when we yield to temptation, We glorify the evil one; Misinterpret God’s character And deny the great sacrifice of his Son. Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue

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On Ash Wednesday

As many Catholics make a trip to church
on this particular day which marks the beginning –
Lent, in its threshold of another liturgical event,
they wear that smudge on their foreheads.

This calls everyone to a conversion journey
it means turning to all who suffer in their lives;
fasting and praying and giving alms to the poor,
form the essence of what Lent really means.
A particular discipline especially in prayer
provides a continuum in God’s focusing;
it’s something that shapes us from within
a constant encounter with His divine presence.

Sackcloth and ashes are signs of repentance,
like those incidents with some prophets
such as Isaiah , Daniel , Joel , Jonah , or Judith 
in their quest for a life worthy of God’s grace.

It’s a season of renewal as baptized Christians,
a reminder of our nature as mortal ones,
our identity that embraces to come to a fuller life
in the life of Christ who gifts us his love.

Described as a community of sinners,
with its strong need of repentance and understanding,
this event of Ash Wednesday that leads us to pray –
in our journey of conversion and transfiguration;
brings us to new life and closeness to Easter celebration.

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In Nomine Christi

In Nomine Christi
I come before you a moral man
With open heart and open hand
In Nomine Christi
My soul has been set free
For He has laid His grace upon me

In Nomine Christi
His will shall always be done
For He is the light of the sun
In Nomine Christi
We are all created one and the same
Even if you speak of Him by a different name

In Nomine Christi
From the beginning until the end
He shall be the one we call friend
In Nomine Christi
We shall be judged on judgment day
Knowing all the while He showed us the way

In Nomine Christi
I offer up my very soul to you
Do with me what you wish to do
I am your unworthy servant
Always ready and willing to repent
Show me the way home to your side
And I shall take each step with pride
For because of you my life will never be the same
Now I live my life in your holy name

In Nomine Christi

The End
By Greg P

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Behold The Majesty of Jehovah

Behold the Majesty of Jehovah
As He comes into sight,
Surrounded by His glory
With angelic hosts on the left and right.
The trumpet blasts out;
Lightening and thunder cross the sky.
His majesty radiates all about;
Home is almost nigh.

His majesty shines forth
Like a thousand suns of gold.
The earthly sun can’t compare
With His glory beams so bold.
Every eye shall see Him
Except the wicked dead.
For they will rise later;
The second resurrection instead.

The incorruptible dead
Are first caught up in the sky.
From death they are made immortal,
In the twinkling of an eye.
All see the Majesty of Jehovah,
Even the wicked too;
Struck dead by His glory
For sin precludes His majestic view.

Jehovah’s beauty and majesty
Is so powerful and great.
The righteous filled with joy
Behold Jehovah’s majestic state.
They sing the Song of Moses
And join the banquet repast.
Behold the Majesty of Jehovah
Who has come for us at last!

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-20011

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The Twelve Spies

One of each tribe was chosen
To inspect the Promised Land.
Moses bade them to see the country,
Promised to them by God’s hand.
They took forty days to inspect
The land from South to North;
Found the soil very fertile
Large clusters of grapes brought forth.

The people of Israel listened intently and were told,
The land was filled with beauty and fertility
But the cities were great and walled.
Ten of the twelve spies spoke of futility;
They said the giants, the Sons of Anak
Could not possibly be defeated.
Joshua and Caleb didn’t agree;
Believed they’d win with God supported

These ten spies accused the leaders
Of deceiving all the chosen;
Felt the Promised Land
 To the Cananites was frozen.
Didn’t have the faith in God
To carry out what He’d planned.
Chose forty years in the wilderness
Instead of the Promised Land.
Sometimes we do just the same
As these ten doubting spies;
Fail to claim God’s promises;
Upon His mighty power rely.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011

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Only God Knows

He looked right threw me
             As if,
He already knew me
He already knew my name
Fore the sins' I offered up
Were all that I had a need
          To claim,
All of my excuses were 
        But the same
Their was nothing to say
Nothing to explain
For this was a Holy day
With all of my sin's before me
He forgave them right away
He forgave then Holy
        From without,
And then, He forgave  
     Holy from with-in
Fore He is the child called
And I am but just  man
There-fore by the grace
Of God