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
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
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! "
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,
For not even for a moment
Able am I to live
Without your inspiring
12 January 2013
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
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 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,
~ 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.
The Jewel Of Sana, has captivated the
omnipotent prayer of Shabbar.
She's a beauty beyond the reasoning of
Yes, truly shall The Heaven's embrace
the Bossom Of Sana and Shabbar, as
they journey into A Holy Covenant Of
Love In The Heart Of God Amighty. For
indeed they are profoundly worthy.
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.