There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
as a source of their “pride.”
But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!
The rainbow was there when much
of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.
He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise... An extension of his love!
It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!
The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
power of Jesus’ name!
The colors are beautiful… But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus…
We’re never complete!
No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
change you this very hour!
The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!
Look past the colors of the rainbow! Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
God’s power from above!
By Jim Pemberton
Probably not real
As sin and perversion often
So many lives and families
are being “disintegrated.”
Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force…
It’s no wonder much of this country
is way “off course.”
The morality and values that once made a great nation.
Are evaporating…. Leading to a
Love, honor, and respect of God…
Is often a “thing of the past.”
Anything of God seems to be
God is our only hope! And him alone!
Only he can bring healing to our broken homes!
He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds!
It’s only God that can meet all of our needs!
He’s our provider… The great: “I am!”
Won’t you reach out to him?
And give him your hand?
Why not give him a chance? And allow him in?
A brand new life for you…
Is waiting to begin!
May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach
down into our hearts…
Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!”
Is a good place to start!
By Jim Pemberton
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun
mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon
And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and their heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind
"Let us be thankful" Hebrews 12:28
Times are tough this year,
Seems we should cry.
Many lost their jobs,
Please Lord, tell me why.
The pain will not go away,
Doctors tried for months.
What can we do now,
We don't have many wants.
Foreigners flood our land,
The the few jobs that remain.
Want everything for free,
Bring us peace again.
Our leaders do not care,
Destroy our given rights.
Christians persecuted everywhere,
We are to weak for fights.
Sodom and Gomorrah,
The ancient days of Rome.
Lifestyles that destroyed these nations,
Now legal in our home.
One Nation Under God,
You gave this land to be.
Those elected do not believe in you,
We live in misery.
Help us find our way,
Top return to One God.
Then we will have Thanks-living,
Where your faithful ones once trod.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
An ancient story
from the emerald isle
the jewel of every
Irish heart treasured
unwrapping it's beauty
waves of green
like a tidal wave
Core of our ancestors
plucking them straight
from the ground
a little scarce
Taking them home
of great pride
as I wash them clean
putting the cleaned shamrocks
in a glass
as taught down
from my guardian parents
Come our saints day
I will have a massive
knowing i could
sell a big chunk
to a few friend smiling
with spare ones
left at home
laughing out loud
to our great
on our day
from our soil
is truly magical
amongst the Irish
the blessed trinity
a tale of lore
in Tir Na Og
meaning in English
land of forever young
Our true Irish flag
is the harp and shamrock
dating back to the fianna
warriors of a king
he is Paddy
and i am one
very proud patron
On this wave
of green rises
for our great Saint
raising my glass
drowning Paddies shamrock
in good style
If you think, we're safe in U.K. beds,
You couldn't be more wrong.
We've been an island race for 1000s of years,
Where's our fighting British gone?
When did we stop marching?
What's keeping us at home?
What stopped patriotic chanting?
Britain First can't be on their own.
If you want the UK, A Muslim state,
Our blood is on your hands.
Pretend like you didn't read this,
Bury your head back in the sands.
Sand which our ancestors died for,
They gave their lives to protect.
Safeguarding us and the rest of the world
from the last bunch lunatics,
They murdered those dissimilar,
From their messed up version of man
Previously known as nazis...
The new threat is called ISLAM.
That Frightful Day
It was Tuesday,
The world was told.
That terror filled the skies,
With murder cold and bold.
Americans are secure,
Our world is safe we said.
We work in total comfort,
Rest securely in our bed.
September is a lovely month,
Along the Eastern shores.
Turning leaves and autumn breeze,
Shouting peace, forevermore.
The eleventh day began the same,
With warm winds and shining sun.
Our dreams were real, our hopes were high,
It was the year double o' one.
What were those planes doing in the town,
Why were they flying so low?
The world's twin towers would soon come down,
All would surely know.
New York will never be the same,
Nor will the U S A.
People now stand hand in hand,
Because of that frightful day.
Americans are now united,
Our new-found faith will stay.
You and I will conquer,
If we take the time to pray.
God gave His Son to guide us,
With a message of Peace and Joy.
Love and understanding,
If His glory we employ.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN