BROTHERS and SISTERS
Brothers and sisters
Children of heavenly
Gather under the banner
Of our immortal
For love to bring
To mortals’ hearts
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 January 2013
His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! "
Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "
Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! "
All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace!
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! "
God of most spoken literature and default,
frozen and site as peace was the crown,
Light of revealing smiles,
I as a man look to heaven above,
Like a sonnet of defrost ice,
that prove there something is stiill above my kinging thoughts,
and lost material.
Last of the saints and many eyes held high,
founder of revolve plate stand still do to lack of gravity,
my thought grow in patient of rules,
like the souls of the warrior priest,
stunt and honor,
only to the heavens to trinty meet this deed.
what more can man i ask but plenty lost hands of trees.
bless it and translation the belly of the beast from east,
with such sand to mount a 1, ooo diease fill find beads,
god where is this hand?
bless it again to know the words of the garden
and the creature that once live,
i hope that history never fold in meaning as we see fit!
counterpart, business and chancher what wars could be for saw through man eyes,
I question the fold of the deck of cards,
please reap to the barrier of lost soul.
Dividend in passage ultimately salavation,
start which the eyes of our lords lost and barring fruit,
hearts of all hearts look to know what a saint is but for me...,
my self would dine last to see chance of man will and god,
bless me again for the words i speak once again,
Moving the crown to frowns of the holy spirt,
dampated from the fire of the well, left with mystery of?
or you could call it a sinner misfortune,
rich with style,
appeal in darkness and swim to profanation,
sparkle as wine should,
noise loose to up due a crowd lookes to ruinies,
the color of sky and sweep the wind to ashes and the sky is left roaten,
where is the
hand of god
fruit left by limits,
the staff of wrath shacking to point to the direction of lost tactics,
fitting as the back of quick sand what obsession,
could hear this angel sing,
This the legacy of a thosand saint march, with white horse and the immortal weapon
where is this last son that the bible speak of, genesis 2: 13,
the river of gihon seek sin
good grace, food and shelter,
salt of lost throne,
keys that hold no barrier where is a lost soul to at sea,
what men of all men would endurance such hurt,
in the eye of the kindom it not women that knows there place but better yet the soul
of a man,
bless the hearts of all men....
What if I take a hiatus
From all this madness, filth& dirt
Filled inside me
would you give me
A second chance, a third chance, one very last chance,
To purify my soul, bring me back
From the dark, from the black
I don't want to write like this
I don't want the chances to miss
I want to feel alive again
I want your love
Give me heaven
In your earth
Immortal language of
Soul of my soul
Breath of my breath
Heart of my heart
Mind of my mind,
Close to your enchanting bosom
Let me forever be,
Not even for a moment
Able am I to live
Without your inspiring
12 January 2013
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
On Grandma’s bedroom wall hung pencil sketches
To inspire me and draw me in, never fail
The hands in prayer our daily blessing fetches
The cuffs rolled back, work ready, in the detail
The fingerprint motif of light on hands
To give us notice we are unique – and His
Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands
Steeple elongated fingers, preaching Bliss
On The Tree, He died for our earthly sins
(The cross marked in the veins of the left hand)
He wished to spare us the suffering since
Love and compassion, for which we should stand
Only in Truth can we realise beauty
The Hands setting the example of: “Thank Ye!
[Poetry form used: Sonnet]
If we do not live in Truth, a God given opportunity which we must embrace, then the beauty of all that we perceive will pass us by. ~ Su Crous
Inspired by: ‘Hands of an Apostle’ by Albrecht Durer: http://uploads4.wikipaintings.org/images/albrecht-durer/hands-of-an-apostle.jpg
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I am of man of flesh of blood of you my dear lord
For the reception of strength and health a prayer for today
Vengeance set apathy man I am do not seek such a wrath
And I know I may only speak for myself but a heath in the night
The weather warns us to take shelter
Is the truth that beneath the heaven
If so surrender me to your undoing because I don’t understand the epiphany
Of love patience understanding knowledge or any of the other virtues
What is my destiny why am I here I question that of mankind what is my existing?
Could I be only one to every ask of these questions?
And the understanding of patience a question took place
Why did our ancestry write and write that of volumes of books
Could this answer be in blank sight?
Pastor it away pastor of word pastor it today
And as I set and read I came to this set set of words
Sword of the spirit how some time the spoken word
So I question am I that far from the pastor my dear lord
I sit and read once more
By the Grace of God,
a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God
people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world
a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life
Today you shower little faces with kisses
Piggy back rides and little messes....
Tomorrow you speak from your infinite wisdom
Your prayer is heard deep from within
Even though we may giggle
We love that you know and love Jesus.
You let me drive your old truck in the pasture
Laughed till you peed when the chair fell backwards
Love freely, laugh often and give generously what you have
Grandparent days are too short but cheerished!
Love those GRandparents!!
Mine are the Grandest of the grands!
***To all the Grandparents out there in the soup pool.
Born to this world, caused to live,
the dragon's hand of malice must meet you man;
To be only safe away from the strife in Jesus believe,
And this, only by prayer you can.
You are a target prey for the claws of death,
The bearer is cheeky and cunning a betrayer;
To flee from his fire, to have a free breath,
No way but by prayer.
Tempests are a threat and times are tough,
And lures wear guise to look like Lore;
To override the clouds and meet with Love,
Only by prayer you defeat the foe.
To give you Good and Mercy and Blessing and More,
To be a chosen child, a perfectly scoring player;
To anoint you with power to deal the devil a blow,
Nothing but prayer.
To heal your wounds and cover your scars,
To turn your sorrow into joy and peace;
To golden your all to glitter like stars,
Nothing but prayer can eternally lease.
To form you fit a Savior's bride,
And qualify thus for the Heavenly Layer;
At last to the Father with Jesus ride,
Nothing but Prayer.
I’ve been in my house for way too long
So now I resort to write this song
For all of the people who would agree
To very simple heartfelt plea
Snow please go away.
We hope that you’ll return another day
You’ve outdone your welcome you see
So I hope you will listen to me
The first day I was amazed to see
That God had given snow to me
The second day I was real surprised
To see that the roads were still real iced
Third day had come my heart was blue
The fear in my mind had just come true
School had been cancelled for the day
So to our God this prayer I laid
“Make the snow go away
We pray you’ll make return another day
Please Lord don’t you see
School is where I really need to be”
Fourth day a feeling came to me\
Frustration, boredom, and sadness three
Fifth day I ventured to the yard
Seeing the ice was very hard
I couldn’t take that day anymore
So I started season 3 of 24
Maybe this snow would never leave
Until I lose excessive sleep
I can’t stand you snow
Someplace else is where you need to go
My toes are numb I can’t find my brain
I don’t suspect I’ll ever feel them again
The sixth day came I was so glad
To get out the house with my dear dad
At the Starbucks I left my purse
Proving I’d lost my mind of course
Tomorrow is Friday a snow day too
I’m hoping the sun will come melt you
Activity low, I am so bored
But now I’ve run of guitar chords
In this house I’ve been for way too long
It’s given me time to write this song
Snow listen to this request I plea
My friends and family would agree
Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do,
you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you.
Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful,
even walking around naked around the streets would be cool.
But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again.
No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end.
Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday.
When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay.
Mine has walked away on me,
I was so blind that i couldn't see.
She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be,
but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end.
Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed,
writing this is more painful than getting over screwed.
Writing this is more painful than words,
writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords.
No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out,
the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout.
haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this,
is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief?
The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine,
i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that.
No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again,
if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.
~ His Mothers Prayer ... ~
Corresing the callic on his head
tiny little fingers wraped around mine
sighlent prayer I worry,
night; is closing in ... fears linger,
welling ... UP,
as darkness IS CALLING ...
thank you Arkbear,
your prayers have kept my little Abri safe
thus far ...
ONE WE ARE WITH YOU NOW!
~~~~ Thank you for saving ~~~~
~~~~~~ Innocent Abri ~~~~~~
~ Be a Brother Sister, Savior to Abri ... ~
~ Please Pray ~
~ Jenny ~ Abri, ~ Adam, ~ Mohamed, ~ Jennien ~ James ~
It's not over ...
Please pray ...
It just keeps on going up.
I'm making him a bath,
I trust you Lord ...
I trust you.
Be His Savior ... !
A wan to be Father,
Save ... My baby,
not ... my blood ...
Please be His savior.
Please ... Jesus ...
I pray ...
be His Savior.
~ Amen ~
I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight.
Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision
Oh my Lord, your one decision,
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.
She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane
And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man
And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence
And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me
And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now,
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness
For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.
MY GOD IN HEAVEN,
SURELY, YOU ARE IN CONTROL. YOU WILL PUT ME WHERE YOU WANT ME TO BE.
YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO HAVE, AND YOU WILL GET ME THERE
IN THE WAY THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY PLANNED FOR ME TO ARRIVE.
ATHOUGH THIS SEASON OF MY LIFE HURTS, AND I ADMIT MY FRUSTRATION WITH
THIS PROCESS; YOU HAVE MERCY UPON ME. I KNOW THAT YOU WILL
NEVER ALLOW ME TO ENDURE PAIN WITHOUT A PAYOFF; CAUSE WITHOUT
A PLAN, AND THE COST IS NEVER WORTH MORE THAN THE FINISHED PRODUCT.
THIS IS WHAT I’M HOLDING ON TO, LORD. I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME A PRAISE
REPORT. I NEED TO SEE YOU MOVE IN THIS VALLEY I AM IN. PLEASE, FOR YOUR
GLORY. BLESS ME IN A WAY THAT OTHERS WILL SAY, ‘SURELY, GOD IS IN THAT.”
YOU HAVE PROMISED TO MAKE MY ENEMIES MY FOOTSTOOL. YOU SAID THAT
THEY WILL BLESS ME FOR YOUR GLORY!
FROM VISION TO VICTORY. FROM VICTORY TO GLORIOUS TESTIMONY. I WILL
FOLLOW YOU. FOR YOU MY GOD, ARE IN CONTROL. YES, MY GOD IS IN CONTROL.
AND KNOWING THIS BRINGS PEACE TO MY SOUL.
FOR MY GOD IS ALWAYS IN CONTROL.
Bring them a cup of sea for lighted candles
Tell them taste and tell, and tell, and tell
The ancient salt, the bitterness it kindles
While creation groans at the brink of hell.
Anyone can condemn the sea you know
I have seen it gutting the land, have seen
Rocks becoming sand, and sand is no screen
For water. The land melts like meals of snow
O let us criticize the stars, moon and wind
Let us analyze and build nothing new again
We cannot replace what we have lost to sin
Let us excite our minds in seasons so vain.
Each fault should come with a fixer's plan
Each crowd should go home with wings
For joy, but the sea in their eyes stings
Children hope, the salt is in the vein of man.
Only a prayer can promote the peace sought
Diligently among the sad broken of the able
Wisdom as a dream in butterfly net is caught
The cup of sea sits still, a picture on the table
Of old Daedalus and our patience in dust
The mall is a symposium of the noise remaining
The tirade of the tyrant sea in tidal groaning
Tell and tell and tell splintering sprays of trust.
And this cup ties itself like leaf to old stumps
Of history, evoking things not properly told
Before. The serpent unswaddles all the slumps
That avarice us chasing pictures of fools' gold
O that I could banquet your hearts on faith
Better than promises, or Icarus wax dripping
Like sweat. The seas sore salt has no diluting
O let it go, the millennium is late, late, late.