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Have a Blessed 4th of July-
As today.. tis 4th of July
May Blessings come
before Your eyes
All Praise and Glory
be to God Almighty
As You watch and see
Beyond and within Fireworks
Sparkling lights glares
Beholding Lights of Beauty
Love of God everywhere
when You see Fire-lights
Sparkling within the night
Tis just like
God Beauty is given Inside
Behold beautiful Souls
Whom within hearts
Fire-lights are Lit-Glow
In hopes that others
Shall see.. come to Believe
God's Radiant Light
Given His Gift of Love
Only Through Our Savior
Jesus Christ...
Then whomsoever
Comes to Jesus
Fire-Lights of Love lit-within
Born-again.. Free from their sin
God's Glorious Light
Shall Always Shine
Within Our Hearts.. Souls.. Minds
Awaiting for the Precious time
When Our Savior.. Our Messiah
Comes to take Us home
up High.. within the Sky..
Behold.. All Born-again Souls
Hearts on Fire-Lights Glow
As Radiant.. Beautiful Love
Sparkling Star-bursts Lights
Showers of Glorious Love
Radiant and Bright
As Jesus comes from Heavens
Lights Bursting in Air
Souls together everywhere
Gether High in Sky..
Meeting Our Glorious Light
Our Savior.. Jesus Christ
Come to Jesus
Beautiful Colors bursting of Love
God's Beautiful gift
When time be
You then too.. Be swept up..
born-again.. Into Gods Eternal Light
Set Free.. Fire-light lit
Stars Sparkling Lights
For God is the One
that makes all things happen
God's Beautiful Glory
Sparkling Souls..
Be Watchful
As Souls Like Stars bursting in air
As Jesus comes.. Like.. through the Night
Holy Spirit of Love.. non can compare
Shall No longer be here
For then Rapture..
Has Taken place
Whomsoever is born-again
Beholding God's Grace
Will be transformed
Reborn.. Sparking Love
Changed in Twinkling Light
Gone Home to be
With Jesus Christ
Our Glorious King
Everlasting Glorious Colors
Pure Holy Light.. Eternity
Come behold God’s Holy Light
As the Star Bursting through the night
Be Saved through God’s Radiant Glorious Light
Our Savior ..Jesus Christ
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Another Piece of God's Art
"Slipping into a coma, the emptiness of a dreamless sleep.
Nightmares filling your head, where nothing is what it seems.
You're underground, desperately tryna' find your way out,
tunnels all around, but doors are no where to be found.
The ground has no traction, and you're floating above air.
Tryna' hold on to something, but there's nothing there.
And then you fall, and all you can hear,
is the rippling of your clothes, and the wind in your ear.
And just before you hit the ground,
you feel something grip you, without making a sound.
The next thing you know you're looking into a Man's eyes.
You feel safe but afraid, all at the same time.
That's when you wake, but you were never asleep.
And you're lying in a bed, with the Man at your feet.
He welcomes you to His kingdom, and into His heart,
and He finishes his drawing, another of piece of God's art."
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This poem is about one's struggle to find God. About having to search, and feeling hopeless. Like we aren't really traveling through Hell, but we are searching with no idea which way we are going, blanketed in a coat of black. Like an infinitely deep hole with a small stream at the bottom, and you've just got to hope to find that stream. Then when you think all hope is lost, you realize that He has been sitting there, waiting for you, pulling you out of the darkness Himself, knowing you would look for Him. He accepts us into His kingdom. It's as if we are a piece of art, and he is adding on to us everyday..
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Wise Men Still Seek Him Today
W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him. It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day.
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today!
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.
H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You. Will You accept this love?
For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.
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Black Jesus: Mama L'Afrique
The slave ships returned from Africa,
filled with a cargo of ill intention.
Those 'lucky' enough to have survived the trip
within the Belly of the Beast,
spilled forth from sinful Arks,
bound in chains;
spilled forth from sinful Arks,
two-by-two.
Whips and sharp-edged, apathetic tongues
lashed the Word into ebony skin,
in the name of burden,
in the name of adding coffers
to a Temple of abomination.
But in the hearts of slaves,
Yeshua remained a Black Jesus,
yeah,
he remained a Black Messiah.
The slave-drivers
couldn't 'wash' Mama Africa
from out of the Salt of the Earth,
and
the Salt of the Earth
cleansed the wounds of Black Jesus,
cleansed the wounds
of a most benevolent
one.
August 6th, 2012
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If Jesus Knows What I Know
If Jesus thinks of you as I do
Then surely he can’t wait
To coax the sun above the hills
And present to you this day
And if he misses you like I do
Then patiently he counts the days
As he blows the wind through your hair
Waiting to hear you say his name
And if his heart sighs like mine does
When I see your beautiful face
Then he’ll fill the sky of a winter’s night
So you awaken to be amazed
And if Jesus knows what I know
And adores your precious ways
Then I’m sure he knows something wonderful grows
From your mustard seed of faith
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Little Blue Pill
Went through a phase....thought maybe I should live life to the fullest,
and stop giving away 8 hours of each day, towards sleeping.
After the first week of sleep deprivation,
Buddha and Jesus both appeared simultaneously,
started following me wherever I went-
couldn't tell between hallucinations and reality.
Buddha helped write my final exams,
and Jesus always made sure that I didn't forget to eat.
After the second week, I was floating above my body....
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep anymore-
didn't just have second and third winds....I was having winds
to the 99th power extreme.
Jesus was telling me to try again and again,
while Buddha told me to hang in there,
for Nirvana was just around the corner.
Asked my buddy for some help,
and he gave me this little blue pill -
don't even touch aspirin anymore.
Well, the pill knocked me right out!
Tried so hard to fight against it,
having some doubts about what I had just swallowed.
Metallic galaxies of inner stars began pulling at my eyelids,
adding their massive core-gravity to my temples.
Red turned to black inside of my mind,
as little globules of pulsing light
floated before my inner-eye.
Down,
down,
d o w n,
down, I spiralled,
thinking about picking cherries from the apple tree in Eden....
beautiful Japanese Geishas propping up the ladder
that pointed down into the rabbit hole.
Up was down,
as cherries were apples?
The branches of the tree resembled its roots in the ground-
perfect mirrors of each other,
as I sat in both places at once;
dream double looking back at me.
ZZzzzzZzzzzZZzzzZZZz....for almost 62 hours straight.
Must have lived a thousand lives in those dreams.
Woke up, wasn't sure if I was still sleeping?
Awoke into sweat and stale urine.
Started falling asleep in school.
Fell asleep at work.
Once you swallow the blue pill,
you can never go back-
the rabbit hole stretches into eternity.
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Vomiticus Grammaticus--Ground Zero
Will someone please help me!?
I think Satan has possessed my gastronomical juices,
twisting up my stomach like a full garbage bag.
Please go and call over a Priest
to exorcize this demonic grip from within-
but I beg of you to get a heterosexual Father,
not one who will take advantage of my weakness.
I have been swallowing my own vomit for many days,
and can no longer hold back this thick, spewing craze.
My stomach feels more quesy than a seasick little girl,
the time is coming to launch forth my most foul hurl.
Pray to Black Jesus with my loud, retching vomit-song,
I do not want to be Vomiticus Grammaticus, for too long.
*BLAAAAAARRRRG RRRRAAAAAALLPHHHUUUUMMMPHHHH!!*
Oh! I just filled up both large-sized garbage bins up to the brim,
with ghastly floating chunks that look so very, very grim.
Two seagulls have started slurping up my rancid spew,
filthy, feathered swine, lapping up this most sickly stew.
Ugggh! Now my cat is licking up the vomit from off of the floor,
she is purring away, gobbling up my slimy, viscous gore.
The sight of her lapping up my....
*BLAAAAAARRRRG RRRRAAAAALLPHHHUUUUMMMPHHHH!!*
Oh hot damn, shazzam! Vomit on the keyboard! Vomit dripping from my hair;
plugging up my ears, crawling up my nose with its terrible stench! Despair!
1 fish, 2 fish, 3 fish, 4 fish.
Red puke, green puke, yellow puke, blue puke.
No Sam, I do not want any more green eggs and ham!
*BLAAAAAARRRRG RRRRAAAAALLPHHHUUUUMMMPHHHH!!*
Will someone please help me get rid of this Devil!?
I truly only mean well; I really, really do!
Pray to Black Jesus with my loud, retching vomit-song,
I do not want to be Vomiticus Grammaticus, for too long.
*Twisted poem, in the sense that this is actually a cryptic response
to my personal dealings here @Poetrysoup.com.
I don't think a lot of people realized at the time
how Vomiticus Grammaticus was really a hidden message about
some of the social politics that goes on @Poetrysoup.com,
and most other group settings as well.
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Sailing Life's Seas
My life is like a sailboat,
Sailing on the sea.
Beneath blue skies and sunshine,
I sail on peacefully.
I go about my business,
A smile upon my face.
Sailing upon smooth waters,
I bask in God's sweet grace.
But often times the sky grows dark,
And the winds begin to blow.
The rain comes down in buckets,
This boat rocks to and fro.
And as my life is tossed about,
Like a sailboat on the sea,
I must decide whom I will trust,
Jesus Christ or me.
By myself I am overwhelmed,
When faced with stormy days.
I'm cowardly and weak,
Inclined to hide away.
But Jesus is the Master
Of the mighty winds and waves,
And if I cry to Him for help,
He will come and save.
Jesus is my lighthouse.
He's my beacon in life's storms.
If I keep my eyes on Him,
My turmoil He'll transform.
I much prefer to sail still waters,
But tempests are a part of life.
I'm glad Jesus is my Navigator,
To steer me through the strife.
1/1/12
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Body Unity Times Two'
I have taken many walks through this great and lovely land,
I have walked through her deserts, on her mountains and her sand.
Many are the people I've met along the way,
Each carrying the bond of love for the U.S.A.
With skin of many colors; and ethnicity differs too,
But they're as much Americans as me or you.
We have a common flag, and one President to lead;
And equal opportunity for all to learn to write and read.
Traveling through most states, their laws are pretty much the same,
The state I'm about to enter looks like the state from which I just came.
People love their families- husbands, kids, and wife,
And there is great appreciation for the freedom in our life.
Immigrants arrive and step upon our shores,
To partake of liberty's freedoms- because we have wide open doors'
For some this 50-state union is the land of their birth,
Every patriotic heart thinks this the best nation on earth'
Religion is an area in which not all agree,
But I'm guaranteed the right to worship in the manner best for me.
Some folks may be soft-hearted; others tough as old shoe leather'
Yet, when disaster strikes, you'll see Americans pull together.
Our states are separated only by map-makers lines,
The common values we share are ingrained in our minds.
The Church is also a single body with members far and wide;
Each one is looking past the obvious and seeing Jesus inside.
The Church has people in every separate nation,
And God's people can be found in each denomination'
We have a common leader: Jesus is His name'
And He sees each Brother and Sister as being exactly the same.
Just as in America, it's the people who make our nation;
Likewise it's the Christians who make the Church' Now, that's a Revelation'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
September 18, 2005
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Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
God sent His only Son to Earth to bring
Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony.
Free will forbade that he should force
The Truth on world that would not see.
For thirty years Christ labored here,
With His clear message from above.
Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
Will come when Man has learned to love.
Betrayed by one professed as friend,
Christ died upon the cruel tree.
The only charges they could press
Were Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony.
Christ died, but then He did not die
And His bright light still lights the way
To Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
If we live and love in His pure way.
April 20/13
For Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony contest
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