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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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No Job Can't Pay the Bills TRY JESUS


Here I sit, uncertain of what lies ahead.
I’m still wondering how my family will be fed.

I once had a job that provided a sense of “security.”
Now I don’t…  And I have a lot of uncertainty!

I have unpaid bills, and I’m not sure what to do.
I’ve asked for help.  But not sure who to turn to!

I get discouraged, and feel life “pulling me down.”
I’ve tried just about every job that’s in town.

The dreams I had, have been shattered and smashed.
At times, I feel like I’m just “a piece of trash.”

My wife tried to support me, the best that she can.
But she doesn’t know me…  Or even understands!

Dear Jesus…  You’re the only left that I haven’t tried.
There’s been many nights I laid awake and cried!

I read in the Bible, where your love for me is real!
When I call on your name...  There’s a love I can feel!

Whatever happens, please help me Lord, to trust you!
Whatever tomorrow holds, may I still love you!

I know that you’re a foundation, that I can stand on!
Jesus is a friend!  That I can always depend on!

Jesus, if I lose everything that I have or that I hold on to...
My I always remember your faithfulness
 and never forget you!

Here I stand… With my burdens lifted from me!
It’s because of Jesus!  And how much he loves me!

I praise HIS name!  And lift my hands to the sky!
He’s in control now!  I don’t have to ask the reason why!

Jesus…  Please take control of my worries and desires!
Above all of my problems, I lift your name up higher!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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Morals Morality and Ethical Direction


Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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A Visit From a Social Worker

His hand reached out to mine, open, 
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding, 
Form and blush outlined his expectations, 
But I could see that there may be fear inside. 

Mary restated their predicament, 
That the child was born out with the marriage bond, 
And that people were swaying to the opposite side, 
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm. 

So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions, 
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise, 
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor. 

Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty; 
Was this the predicted son of god? 

He would be free from aggressive victimisation, 
If we could just name him as god's son.

So I suggested to his parents, 
That if the wise men came with a quest, 
To accept the name Jesus Christ, 
And certify the census, no less. 

Freedom for some is in lying, 
When there’s no possible alternatives, 
But I believe Joseph never lied, 
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by. 

The baby hadn’t been named, 
Only the parents last name was changed, 
Made credible for interaction, 
For currency and ware to be exchanged. 

The child would have been suppressed by all, 
Assumed to be dirty and unclean, 
Not for chat or dialogue, 
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call, 
Or for work in any trade for that matter. 

Nothing would ever have been done, 
The poor would never have been healed, 
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled, 
And Christ would not have come. 

Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.

People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials: 
As supervisors of the protected.

Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.

One baby matters to me, 
A life should be saved at any cost and risk, 
Because the abilities you show when young, 
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive, 
But nurtured in acceptance and love.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Two Things You Never Talk About At Work---Politics and Religion

Things might just turn out alright...

Long as we own the ability to see through political "solutions" and recognize 
propaganda. 
 
Things might not be so bad...

With so many people waking up to see that following is not the only way.
AND
Ideology can be toxic.
Why not take back your mind, at such a dark turning point? 
Or not, but do what it is that you need to do, 
besides simply obey, 
give up and say,
"Why have a brain when I can have ideology?
If in your gut, you know organized religion is a business 
that is an insult to the gift of human free thinking...
DON'T BE GUILTED INTO DOING IT,
or become self selected for gullibility.

Things may still go sour if we...
adopt a religion that fits our lifestyle,
and suddenly, 
BAM! We've got all the answers, 
just refer to the catechisms,
to seek and destroy, and banish to hell, the non-believers.
Call them names if they do not convert to your way of living,
your way of thinking, 
your way of happiness. 
Refer to them as lowly atheists, Exibit A: "Who not to be."

But atheist, don't you dare whisper a bad word of the "good book",
written for man, 
written by  man, 
or rather by invisible god, 
no one has physically met. 

I Say,
If you feel god is real, and 
You love and need religion,
Do it Fluid like a Stonehenge Druid!
Have faith and walk with the Lord! 
Please, please, do not judge those who do not choose to think as you do.
 
There are better things in life than arguing
politics and religion,
the two grandest forms of division in the world!
 
And there are two things you never talk about at work, 
Religion and Politics.
----------------------------------------------good thing we aren't at work:)

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014

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Religious Freedom

The right of every man to follow his conscience 
In choosing and practicing his religion
Acknowledgement of religions are not saying
That all religions are equal or equally true

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Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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The Sculptor

I feel Him chip away at my flesh.
The vibrations shake to my bones.
Pieces that were once part of me now fall helplessly to the floor.

Every scrape of the chisel,
Every pound of the hammer,
Every piece that is broken from me stings with immense pain.

Why doesn't He stop?
Why is The Sculptor so cruel?
Doesn't He realize that each swing He takes is a nightmare to me?

I would be better off as stone that was never touched,
I would be more content without the suffering that comes apon me,
But I wouldn't be a work of art.

Each chip of the chisel is intended to remove a piece that shouldn't be there.
Each pound of the hammer is meant to force the hideous fragments far from me.
Each move The Sculptor makes, takes me closer to His plan for me.

I must trust, knowing that He never takes off too much.
I must be ready, knowing that He never leaves His work incomplete.
I must be thankful, knowing that I am being made beautiful in His eyes.

The acute pain is only a short part of His plan.
The lasting anguish fades in its own time.
Though heart, and soul, and body all grieve, the permanent state will be that of finished work.

I may not know the reason for each strike,
I may not know the fault with each sundered chunk,
And I may never know.

I know the sting of the chisel now,
I know The Sculptor has a plan,
My part is to trust that He will not work forever ... but that He will be done.

Copyright © Bradley Musgrave | Year Posted 2013

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What Is Your Answer

His head lifted, and looking for his brothers, 
He found his mum, sanely able again to relate to him, 
Cold, death-like figure, icy face, warm outline of a kin, 
Grieving, her brave face emanated hope for him; 
His head stayed up, but only for a few more moments, 
Then it dropped causing more pain from his hands, 
Which held his body up on a wooden cross. 

Did he expire for me? No, I think not:
Only that he died for his life’s work on earth, 
Which the government objected to so strongly: 
Crucifixion was their penalty for dissidence; 
People wanted to pay taxes to him, 
Not ordinarily to the state, the Romans, 
Who had to uphold government as functional, 
A structure for the people’s good in every way, 
Or in this case, as an ultimately good structure, 
As that’s what did transpire; 
So they had to dehumanise and demote him;
God did not appear so as to invoke his torture. 

When asked by ministers, leaders and Christian friends,
If Jesus died for me, I reply no, 
But that the answer is not not:
I then proceed to say that I’m not excluded from its effects, 
That he didn’t not, and that society has evolved,  
From previous societies as history is humanity’s driver.  

Martin Luther King did not die for me, 
And it would be insane to say that he did, 
But I cannot help but think that I have benefited sadly, 
From the assassination which caused such a hue and cry, 
Everywhere, in all nations, amongst all people.

So no, Jesus didn’t die for me, 
But I appreciated taking communion once, 
Although my problem is I’ve had it too much since,
Felt I didn’t need to have it ever again, 
And I sometimes appreciate Colin Peckham’s arrangement, 
Of the hymn ’Tis Finished, The Messiah Dies.

I understood that Jesus did something, 
For disability and health, 
Let the people speak and converse with others,
About their bodies, conditions and care needs, 
Not just the sole problem of a doctor;
They had the absolute right to life like everybody else, 
Out with government, gossip or religious creed, 
But human to human, 
They stood tall as people amongst people. 

My disability heritage is my disability heritage,  
Just as it is, not constructed or fictitious, 
But a text, open for all to read; 
The man Jesus drowns in the theology of the church,
So you can just ignore its doctrine and catechisms; 
Jesus is not alive for me, but dead, 
And I think that if you think that he’s not alive,
You won’t be mentally ill, sentimental or emotional, 
But an alive, rational, sane person.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Suicide Is Not the Answer


Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!

There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"

I admit,...  I have been very
discouraging thoughts.
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."

But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!

I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."

When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!

I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!

An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!

Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!

He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
and salvation???

By Jim Pemberton   2012




Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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To Kill The Choctaw Cow

           To Kill The Choctaw Cow

The Choctaw Nation Oklahoma, with proud and noble people
Hunting is our nature and our way
Pretty Tail was a family member, a friendly cow
She gave us milk for many moons
This is the story of her kill 
My father Bully Ten Foot is our chief 
Old and ill from living beyond himself
Hills and tent on prairie land, filled our purpose
No game to feed us so our cows sustained us
Food was scarce through winters blasting bite
Pretty Tail stayed just outside my tee pee every night 
Years of her soft moo would sooth me off to sleep
Starvation steeped in desperation came on hard 
Crops failed, grazing ended without rain
Pain became the Choctaw, as one and the same
An Indian man must always be a brave
Must know his reason within nature and the nation
Bully Ten Foot honored me, with the sacred task
My hunting knife and I took Pretty Tail down below the neck
I slit her deep within her throat
She bled on me her blood, a river of sorrow
For hours I let her do so with her last drops of red
And held her tight as my best friend
Made sure my tears spilled over into her blank eyes
And cried for her, in her place
Never again will I wear hide or eat a steak 
But I ate her brains for power
Rode at great speed on angry stallions back
Black, with strong memories in mind
And opened up inside the plains releasing spirits
To send her off
From Choctaw Nation 


9/24/14 Divine Intervention - Poetry Contest

  

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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Why do you curse me

If killing is a problem solving key.
Believe me I shall also try to flee.
We killed thousands in 9/11,
We killed thousands in Iraqi sandy cabin.
We are killing thousands in Afghan War,
We trained to kill/die in Pakistan’s shore.
Do we try to learn a lesson?
God will keep us in heaven a religious fashion.
Arab will die to live on Earth,
What was truth before Lord Mohammed’s birth?
Lord Jesus Christ was born Christian,
What’s wrong in Jews living fun?
Mohammed and Jesus they played on soil,
They roasted their jobs to sweat boil.
They never sit idle and demand food free from God,
They never used to win human a religious rod,
They were polite and shared their views,
They never threw on wrong their shoes.
Conversation was their only tool to use,
Let me know whom they have abuse.
Forgiveness and mercy, they produced a shield,
They grazed their sheep on the earth field.
Do they ask God they shall give a shelter in Heaven?
They will punish that hit by a Robin.
What’s in Quran or a Bible?
Go to Heaven and kill a human tribal.
I learnt a message,’ how to live on Earth’.
That’s why Nature has our human birth.
A religious philosophy is superb,
If it cut my poverty curb.
I work and work to pay off the bills,
And always crying what are politics hells?
Wrongs and wrongs never learn a lesson,
To kill innocents for their outrageous fashion.
To compromise to strengthen crime,
To corrupt nature to share a winning ham. 
If hell or heaven is also a living space,
Then why we have a new Mars race.
If heaven has a better living home,
Then why have a human dilemma of innocence trauma.
Something is wrong in human brain,
Lives in tense and talking about strain.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2011

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FAITHFUL

lifting us up by your humility;
only by your grace,
the hearts of many will be blessed,
by the sufferings that you bare,
through you GOD  is faithful.
the outpouring of the truth:
by your courage and boldness you have shown,
not only by merits,
also by the fruits of the spirit,
can your actions be guided,
to work with the oneness,
founded by the firmness of your loyalty,
surrounded by the humility of your strength,
crafted by your works of mercy,
can we be true example of a christian blessing.
serve your faith;
accept the faithful,
take care of your faith,
live to understand and work for His purpose,
and never forget to pray for the faithless,
remember as He is worthy,
by your actions can you be worthy.

Copyright © Donn Ronquillo | Year Posted 2013

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How long did Father Christ lived on earth

Father Christ lived on earth for about 33 years
Most holy life 
Poverty 
Suffering

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Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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Look Unto The Hills

It is early morning and off to work I go.
Hurriedly, rushing- as usual almost late.
But always, as I round that certain bend in the road,
I pause- if only with my eyes,
and drink in the breathtaking view of the hills.

What a spot! As always, I am reminded of the verse.
And almost out of habit, I repeat it aloud…
“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.”
 “My help cometh from the Lord.”

Strangely, I am warmed and calmed.
I have a new assurance of His help,
and guidance for this new day.
Even as I rush on my way into it…

Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016