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Rain the Clouds

bring home a sweet memory in every doing
leave back nothing but take them home
a saviour waits in your midst never forget
take them all back home where they belong

from your heart to your soul its always yours
no matter when your time is right home surely is
no matter how far yet with a hope they wait
all for a home one waits, like a rain and a cloud

nothing breaks it apart day or nightfall it comes
even sometimes to a surprise like a thief at night
do not forget take all back home on a Calvary hill
where it all begin waiting to take you home

peace and security, love and joy
free at will in his arms as he waits
remember your heart alone it matters most
for its you and for you like rain and clouds

never leaving you out of his sight, a sinner or not
it doesn't matter only your heart to draw you home
give it all you have till you have no more
its all free for now just take me home.



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A Lavender Day

                                     A Lavender Day

Lilacs and lavender bouquets held in a tiny hand
Blue and yellow striped dresses playing in the sand
Magic moments to share on a bright sunny day
Merry-go-round spinning dreams in every way

Blue overalls on young boys with muddy faces
Girls with yellow dresses who like their pretty laces
Gentle rain falling yet not washing away the fun
Here comes the teacher, and out comes the sun

Little bonnets worn carefully to mask out the sun
Galoshes squeak as the boys laugh and try to run
Watermelon days with so much to do
God planned this day just for me and you


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Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations


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The Rose-The Thorn

A seed sprouted at the foot of the Cross, and was 
watered by the Blood of Jesus.  
Thorns had fallen from the brow of Christ and attached
themselves to the branches.
The petals opened to look upon the Son of Grace. 
A red rose the color of His blood stained face.

The thorns had sharpened to a point to prick the feet
of Jesus, but, didn't prevail. Jesus had the nail.
A rose was born near a thorn, just like you and me.
Both will live eternally.
The rose will always bloom, 
the thorn forever doomed.

The rose is a flower that one associates with love.
The beautiful delicate petals wrap around each
other as if to protect themselves from the thorns on 
the branches.The rose have a meaning of their own. 
On special occasions, to say," I love you so much,"
you will see the rose. They are the finishing touch.

Each petal sends out a fragrance that draws you near. 
Thorns are just the opposite. 
Flesh that gets in a thorn's path, feels thorn's wrath.
The rose,  the thorn, so close, yet the petal is
protected, like our soul, a boundary has been set
from the one who paid our debt.

In the spiritual realm there is also the Rose and the thorn.
The Rose of Sharon, Jesus Christ, the living God, who
speaks, "I love you," to all the world.
The thorn, the destroyer, has hatred unfurled. 
The Rose will always be the universal  flower of love. 
Jesus Christ is Love, sent from above.


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Will Never Fail

Strengthen my spirit with your precious love
Always increasing my faith deep within
Help me, Lord,  to overcome all adversity
And over worldly sins always help me to win

Unlock the deep in-dwelling power of faith
The spiritual essence which only comes from you
Pick me up each day and make me so clean
Guide me always in what i  should pursue

Please never let the enemy overwhelm me
Always protect me Lord with your hands
Setting me always upon the solid rock
Whose power nothing can ever withstand

For you are the very first one to love me
In that time with you before I was born
Always keep me safe within your embrace
So I will never again taste of satan's scorn

For I am a child of yours the one living God
And of your sustaining love my heart will tell
Because of your perfect gift of salvation
My faith in your promises, Lord,  will never fail.

Wendell A. Brown,
February 7, 2013,


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Holy Passion

ALERT: A carpenter's son is loose in the Temple
Birds flutter, animals hustle, merchants scream.
The zeal for Jesus' Father's house consumes Him
As the place for foreigners to pray had become a zoo.
 
ALERT: A prophet is setting up for a Baal battle.
Baal's priests even cut themselves yet no fire.
After taunting, Elijah fills his altar with water.
Calling on God, fire consumes and people bow.
 
ALERT: An old man is building a huge boat ship.
Without a cloud in the sky and only son's to help.
When finished the animals come on call to board.
Rain starts, doors close – 8 saved by holy passion.
 
ALERT: Jesus is telling a tax collector he'll join him for dinner.
Heedless of the Pharisees despising and the crowd's surprise.
Zacchaeus totally changes – offering to multiply stolen money.
A single sinner saved multiplies even more this holy passion.
 
ALERT: Peter plus are preaching in the Temple again.
After being imprisoned for just that, now rearrested.
Whipped by the authorities, the disciples rejoice -
For they've been counted worthy to suffer with Christ.

ALERT: Daniel's praying openly even after it's become illegal.
The royal advisers gleefully have the king throw him to the lions.
Strangely they don't seem hungry till after Daniel is pulled out.
So the king openly praises Daniel's God for this amazing miracle.
 
DOUBLE ALERT: Jesus is talking to a Samaritan woman!!!!
Breaking cultural barriers to share the message of salvation
To her who has been married 5 times and is living with the 6th.
She believes he's the Messiah and brings the town to Christ!
 
ALERT: Paul's going back into the same town that stoned him.
He's preaching again after shipwreck, jail, beatings, and such.
Persecution seems to encourage Paul that he's doing the right.
Passionately following the Savior who turned Him 180 degrees.
 
ALERT: Bible translators burned at the stake for God's Word.
Missionaries avoid death and disease long enough to share life.
Stirring Holy Passion in receptive people who repeat the cycle.
Changing cultures in bondage into those sharing Jesus' love.
 
ALERT: What passion has the Lord put on your heart? Mine?
Can we pray to see His will find its way in our everyday lives
So the lost shall see, hear, find Christ and grow to share Him?
Eternity is forever, this life is not. Fill us Lord with holy passion.


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HUMBLE

You were born into this world for me
And for all who live that would believe
You appeared among all your creation
So from our sin you might set us free

Never have you ever charged a penny
For the living words which you would speak
Even though you appeared in the flesh like us
You never coveted wealth or sinful greed

Your hands reached out to all you met
As many hearts in this world you sought to lead
You never tried to profit from the poor and widows
But freely much in their hearts you would leave

You never chose to have much materially
Though everything In this world is yours
But humbly you came and lived among us
Enriching us with the grace you kept in store

Many always claim in you they believe
But from others they seek to take away
They want to be another’s lord and master
Leaving many destroyed spirits along the way

I only want to be Christ like in my dealings
For in my life there will never be another way
I want them to see what its like to live humbly
With your true spirit teaching them every day

Remember me my LORD, each day as I rise
While by your sweet spirit I am truly led
Permit me to always be humble like you
And never please forsake me my daily bread.

For my time is very fleet in this world’s life
And before by your grace I am called away
I want to help share your light into this world
So many might find life humbly following your way.

Wendell A. Brown,
June, 2012,


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A light in the dark

You are a light in the dark

the shadows follow but Your

love stands inside to keep me holding

Your hand so wide.



You are a light in the dark

it's scary out here in the

deep wide world that's not my home,

but Your love holds onto my heart

deep inside we never depart.


Your a light in the dark

when I feel so alone

You take hold of the inner parts

deep in my soul.


Oh Lord, how I long to be home,

YOUR my true light in the dark.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


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A Blessing

I rise each day with a song in my heart
And so rich is its blossoming melody
For I know my heart has heard his call
Yes His dear precious call of life to me

I sleep so peacefully throughout the night
Dreaming lovingly of His grace which stays
I know  he always listens to my prayers 
For I daily feel His answers coming my way

I know I will never be left to strive alone
For his spirit has made my heart its home
And as I reach out to him with praise words
He eases the aches and pain within my bones

For His love is a very true healing medicine
Whose touch will evenly flow deep within
And with each tender blessing I receive daily
I know more embraces will come my way again

...because of His deep love for me. 


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HOPE

HOPE BY N3
Slashed at the throat a blow aimed not at the esophagus but at the vocal cords
Paralyzed by something worst than fear,
Speech grows limp even as silent screams are constrained by shame’s chord.
Tethered like a felon and led by wary oppressors, fragile from blows and scorn,
Our soul stands trial before a court where the judge is rightly wrong.
Fused with chains our voices are imprisoned and the tear cavernous to reveal speechlessness in our gullet is the only sign of our voiceless enslavement.
In steps the first witness clothed in the shroud of despair, hunched from the weight of her truthful lies, testimony of that night of lust.
That night plays out clearly; more vivid than a motion picture is that night of this slavery, blown by ripple of our thoughts, we wobbled from the comforts our beds into the confines of sexual promiscuity.
Then the witness speaks of how thirsty we seemed to taste from the well of fiendish desires even when our spirits recoiled from that fetish neediness.
Now we stand guilty of not only our immorality but also damned so we grope like one lost soul unsure of its mortality when kindled in hell’s fires.
Now a murmur of distaste and a sigh of revolt as the witness go on, not one, not two, not three not four of times we met.
No objections and no cross examinations, the court sits shouting silent accusations cause in the emptiness of our fall the only defendants present are our faults boldly stamped to our essence, 
So our souls are judged and found accountable of fanning wrongness, guilty of backsliding to a third degree.
Yes even when in church we decree in hymns our convictions of faith, yet we accept our blindness as rightness failing to visualize yet believing the devil as he feeds us visual lies then we accept as fate.
Now with smiles on a frown we say God bless you sister and amen brother with muted diction thinking we are fine while the entire world see the signs.
Yes we sign because we have gone deaf to Gods text and lost the strength of spoken words.
We are invariably held down sunken in the gloominess of this bright blackness and we face certain death because j663 say “the words I speak to you are spirit and life”
So our souls begin to gasp for his breath which gives life and spasm like hiccups hit every marrow of our soul.
Like addicts to a new drug, our spirits tear through the volumes of his words searching for a cure to this suicide.
In our dyingness we find Christ rose after 3 days in his glory and holiness not to cast us down but because he had to rise up a new people, he died to give hope.
So whenever we fall guilty, charged, and convicted of our transgressions and our voices swaddled to the cage and imprisoned by silence of our sexual encounters,
Christ still calls us to his pierced side.
And for that singleness of purpose we were proclaimed blameless because how do we stand in judgment when the lamb has made us spotless?
So brother, next time the accuser stands before you not to judge you but to condemn you remember that Christ paid the price and paid it fully not to judge you but to redeem. 


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Contrast

Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
 
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
 
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
 
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
 
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
 
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
 
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
 
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
 
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
 
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
 
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
 
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace


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The Battered Ship And The Anchor

My ship had sailed life’s restless sea, the sails were weak and tore.
The hull had had its share of dents from sailing close to shore.
The deck was rotting with decay from careless steps I took,
The ship seemed in such disarray just everywhere I’d look.
But then I saw the anchor there, so sturdy and so strong;
When I would cast it out, I knew it wouldn’t be very long
Until my ship would stop and stay where’er the anchor’s cast;
It was the only thing I had that seemed to always last.
I found that anchor like my faith I placed once in the Lord,
A true foundation, strong, secure there in His precious word.
It mattered not how frail the ship that I sailed on the sea,
Now that my anchor was in God He’d fix it up for me.
He wasn’t looking at my faults, but rather saw my need,
And so when I the anchor cast and to Him I did plead,
He took this battered ship of mine and became my Pilot true;
My anchor now on Him is cast for what He wants to do.
I’m glad He took my battered ship with all its disarray
When I in faith the anchor cast into His will that day.
For now not only is He guide as I sail on life’s sea,
He is the anchor that will hold--I’m safe eternally.


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Already Won

Silently I wait on you,
silently I pray.
Silently I wait on you,
to help me start the day.

Hopefully I wait on you,
to give the direction I need.
Hopefully I wait on you Lord,
to guide me and also lead.

Quietly I wait on you,
in all my silent prayers.
Quietly I wait on you,
for I know you will soon be near.

Expectantly I wait on you,
with the assurance you will come.
Expectantly I wait on You,
knowing the battle is already won.


Wendell A. Brown
Copyright 2010,
All Rights Reserved.


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Whisper Of Angel Wings

Today I stumbled and once again
Was lifted up by an unseen hand
What comfort and joy that knowledge brings
For I hear the whisper of angel wings

The guardian angel God sends to all
To bear us up when we stumble and fall
Trust Him, my friend, and often you will hear
The whisper of angel wings hovering near


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SHARE YOUR BLESSING

if reyou have a gift
don't be a stiff
show care
be aware
don't just sit and stare
i did
am confessing
SHARE YOUR BLESSING


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Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.


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Touch By His Hands

My world was touched
by His  healing hands, and
its loneliness was chased
away.

Into my world came such
spiritual happiness, and
much more, a deep need
for His love to always stay

He taught me to love
my fellow humans, and
to love His Father first
of all.

He promised me if I
would do all these things,
never hard would be
my fall.

He filled my heart with
an all believing faith,
that He promised I would
always keep

He told me never to
doubt again, for He
would always be on
call for me

He gave to me sweet
treasures, that with
others He allowed me
to  daily share

And He promised that
even when I would
sleep, that He would
always be so very near.


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The Day The Stone Cried Out

The stones were silent on that day when Jesus rode to town
While cries of loud hosannas came from people all around.
Some said that they should hold their peace and tried to still their voice,
But Jesus said if they would stop, the rocks would then rejoice.
But these were not the stones God chose to lift their voice to praise,
And so the voices of the crowd continued to be raised.
Then soon this happy crowd became a mocking crowd that cried,
“Away with Him!  Away with Him!  Let Him be crucified!”
He trudged along a stony street, the heavy cross He bore,
His body bleeding from the wounds and crown of thorns He wore.
And these stones, too, were silent as He headed up the hill,
For they were not the ones to speak, nor was it yet God’s will.
Then darkness veiled the noonday sky there on that awful day
When Jesus was left all alone, His Father turned away.
And as He spoke those final words, an earthquake shook the ground
And some were raised to life again from gravesides all around.
The restless rocks so wanted then to speak with their voice,
But they, too, then were quickly hushed, for they were not God’s choice.
They took the Savior from the cross unto a borrowed tomb,
They placed a stone to keep Him there and all seemed full of gloom.
This was a stone nobody thought would ever speak a word,
But after three days with a shout its loud, clear voice was heard.
That stone so silent all those years cried out upon that day
As with a thunder on the ground it loudly rolled away!
That was the stone that God had chose to cry to everyone
They could not keep that body there--He was God’s victorious Son!
That stone cried out that glorious morn, it still cries out today,
“The sting of death, the curse of sin is taken all away!”
That stone speaks of the one who died and went to hell for me
And conquered Satan and his foes and now He holds the keys!
That stone still cries to you today, oh listen to its voice,
Come to the Rock of Ages now--make Jesus Christ your choice!


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God and Evil

Was evil created by G0D?

Evil is not a thing

You cannot have a jar of evil

but a can of worms exists

So, is evil the lack of good

or is good the lack of evil

ponder, ponder, ponder.

 

Holes are real

but exist only in

something else

the absence of dirt

is a hole

but cannot be

separated from dirt

God created choice

we may choose good

or reject good

a bad union is

a lack or rejection of good

but is not created as such.

 

does cold exist?

or is cold the absence of heat

or heat the absence of cold

 

does darkness exist?

is darkness the absence of light

or light the absence of darkness

 

if there is no possibility

for the absence of good

then humanity would serve God

out of obligation, not choice


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My Apologies

My apologies
if i have ever stepped on your tiny toes
or acted just like one of your fury foes 
the blame is not thine
the shame is all mine


My apologies
if i have crushed your tender heart's crust
or betrayed your last but only one trust
the shame is all mine
the blame is not thine


My apologies
if i have been construed by you as rude
or acted in a manner unrefined and crude
the blame is not thine
the shame is all mine


My apologies
if indeed I have ever called you a dear friend
but never introduced you to Christ my beginning and end
the shame is all mine
the blame is not thine


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On A Chain

On a chain around my neck, the cross I seldom wear.
Not made of wood or bloodstained from Jesus bloody hair.
It doesn't show the holes from nails that pierced His hands,
nor the scrapes from being dragged on that dusty land.
I cannot hear the sound of Jesus when He cried for me and you,
"Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do..." 
I took the shiny cross off, it doesn't suit my taste.
Put on the whole armour of God, Eph:6:11-18, in it's place.


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Glory

How glorious is Love ?
How magnificent it's depth ? 
How bright are it's visions ?
How true are it's directions ?
What can compare to it's shear delight ?
Where walking in it's sight
gives clarity to every living thing .
How bold are it's promises ?
It's paths hold wonder 
for every step taken upon it.
Vibrancy is it's assignation.
It beacons the heart ,
and whispers treasures in it's future.
It speaks of grand designs 
and builds it's dreams
into realities here to fore unknown.
In it the soul with happiness is filled .
Men have penned it's words
sang it's songs
and dreamed it's dreams .
It is desired above all other things . 
It's breadth is exquisite 
and vast are the many who
would sell all , to possess it
only to find it cannot be purchased .
It is a gift given freely 
it cannot be coerced 
No building can house it 
You cannot cage it 
It has no chains that can bind it
no prison can hold it , 
but within are  the floodgates of 
of heaven that waters all of life .
It is a fire that burns
all lies to ash
that purifies all intentions
and refines , polishes , and reflects truth .
Men have sought it's face
in every crack of his existence .
Men have apprenticed at it's feet
journey-manned in it's instruction
but few have mastered it 
and certainly only one has become it's Grand-Master .
But we run to reach for it's crown
we strive to bow our wills before it
to learn it  , receive it
then release it and set it free .
This the Rulers of this world 
would steal if they could  !

1 John 4
16 And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.
God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. 17 This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. 18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
19 We love because he first loved us. 20 Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen,cannot love God, whom they have not seen. 21 And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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PRAY YOUR WAY

you can get there
very anywhere
just know what you say
to get to heaven
and live for ever
today
PRAY YOUR WAY


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STAND UP FOR JESUS

he  was here 
and there
and sprit everywhere
for us he heal
its word was seal
love from the dust
for all of us
STAND UP FOR JESUS


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DEVIL CAN'T WIN'

no matter  if he try
he will be denie
cause he is a lie
some day will die
he won't controll
and very bold
to mkae sin
DEVIL CAN'T WIN


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DON'T HURT TO PRAY

stay out the devils hands
make a stand
good is around
stay out the devil play ground
in everyway
have faith   day by day
DON'T HURT
TO PRAY


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Satisfied

My spirit is satisfied with with what it sees
Each day when I find myself to rise 
For my soul and spirit rise in harmony
Within the beautiful emotions I feel inside

For what I find to embrace each morning
Brings my heart to sing a song of praise
To the One who has blessed me with the gift
Of the life breath He has passed my way

Serene are the many lovely thoughts
Which daily brings soft smiles alive
When I feel the embrace of my Gods love
As his presence fills all aspects of my life

Tranquil are the thoughts and daydreams
That soothingly enter into my mind
Like water finding its way to a stream
While nourishing my spirit deep inside

For my heart will always be truly satisfied
Each day as I awaken my eyes to You
Because I find it to be a priceless blessing
As I breathe again embracing a love so true.


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The Price of Compassion

In Canada, a cop
Got caught in the crosshair 
of a madman.
Hazardous duty.
On the road, a squirrel
got his tail crunched
by a tire.
Hapless squirrel.

In the street lies a man,
the life smacked out of him
by a spray of bullets—
his price for the pain of a stranger’s grievance.

In the street a squirrel drags behind him
lifeless hind quarters 
crushed by traffic—
his price for our home in his forest.

I arrive at choir practice. 
Dark sightless eyes 
stop my breath.
Little feet whose romp is done
beat fast in my chest.
I pray the policeman 
opens his eyes and sees the face of God.
I pray the squirrel crosses 
into some heavenly stand of trees.

My heart hurts. 


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ON THIS DAY

the world was torn
a little boy was born
his job 
was odd
he was prince of peace
he came in complete
not to play
have some say
ON THI DAY


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TAKE TIME OUT

its that time
leave trouble behind
put the lord on line
he'l lmake life shine
you have the pary sign
no no doudt
to pray
TAKE TIME OUT


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We Believe In Christmas

We Believe In Christmas

We believe in Christmas,
Though it may give some pause.
The special day of Jesus,
Not of Santa Claus.

What an awesome thing to ponder,
We are the lucky ones.
That God should send a Savior,
His Own Beloved Son!

The music of the season,,
Will fill your heart with joy.
The sound of heavenly angels,
Announce the baby boy.

Our homes are filled with laughter,
The lights they shine so bright.
As Peace and Love and Joy,
Greet this special night.

We gather all together,
Coming from near and far.
Families, friends and strangers,
Remember the special star.

We were born as sinners truly,
It is an act of God.
But sins were soon forgiven,
And this Christmas may we pause.

May you find the grace of Christmas,
To guide your daily lives.
The Spirit of Love in Jesus,
Given by God so wise.

We need the love of Christmas,
To fill our heart and soul.
Mid trials and tribulation,
God makes the broken, whole.

May the spirit of Christmas guide you,
And fill your life with joy.
Not because of Santa,
But for that Special Boy.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN


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TIMESRUNNING OUT

stop and think
don't just blink
the warning sign
getting near end on time
stop the sin
let gods love begin
NO DOUDT
TIMES RUNNING OUT


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86

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86 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
American Christian 
 
True Story 
 
 A Homeless person is nothing but a distracting sideshow on the sidewalk to 
most people they can not help them ease the misery of the alcoholism or even 
feed them and yet iff ewe ask them are all of you a Christian they would ring 
choruses of resounding yeses in choral verses posted on the internet in three 
part harmonic glee club performances. Eye have seen some bad men posing as 
people. A man walking to the mission once his duffle causing him to shuffle eye 
asked him to let me help him and this is what he told me. He was very angry and 
he was posing as a human. This will now become his story. 
Eye am an American Christian, eye do not need the help you have offered just 
leave my fate to me eye suffer an old war injury the knee cap it is plastic not 
meant to be abused but eye can carry twice as much as you. Even with my bad 
leg eye can get where eye am going if this bothers you then hide and watch my 
passing. He had to be hiding something and this is later to be revealed. The offer 
of help was the Christian in me just reaching out to someone less fortunate and 
needy. The thorns in the people you meet can make the fellowship falter and 
miss and make a man wonder at this life time to come. Now when we had gotten 
where we were going and he had made me belittled all the way the real long day 
was over and he still would not shut up so hear what he now had to say. He said 
you be quiet in that bed or eye will shoot you full of lead and that is when he 
pulled a pistol from his bag and that must be why he has so much trouble with 
the weight it must have weighed a ton there is not another feeling in this world 
my dear and gentle reader as laying in a MISSION bed just waiting for the sound 
of that dropped hammer on the gun he must be the American Christian.