Deceivers of deception,
Manipulated from inception.
Repackaged sin from ancient days,
You twist the truth in modern ways.
Prideful and arrogant, manipulators of fear,
Your time will come; it draws ever near!
Babylon the great, you will fall,
Like Babel’s tower and crumbling walls.
Serpent of old, Satan disguised new,
Your time is short—judgment comes due!
Thrown to the pit is your written fate,
With all your followers, Hell awaits!
Jesus returns with fire in His eyes,
To gather His church—the Holy Bride.
So you needed to break me to make me. You want to reform my soul before you take me. Well then, I surrender because of fate it should be. I am not defeated. They were not empty sufferings. But more Contractions, birth pains.. I was being reborn again. Prepared for the glorious day when I can say I am alive and living with inner grace. Where I truly believe I am an image of him that which he made me. A mirror of his reflection, constantly elevating. Strengthening and awakening deep parts where only his prayers can take me. Places where forgiveness waits for me. My thoughts once oppressed by shadows of misdirect, that I learned recently were not of his fate but they were also not a punishment.. I know he hasn’t forsaken me, he hasn’t let go. Sometimes Love must wound to heal, they say the pain is the lesson which I believe is real. The more scars the deeper the conversations and self-realizations with GOD are. So yes, you need to break before you can be your best and truly Divine. Its grace, and it’s not always smooth sailing as we will find. It’s not the lack of him in your life, but rather a strong presence and reminder he’s always by your side.
Worship
His
Immutable
Persona
Worship
His
Invisible
Presence
Willingly
He
Inculcated
Pain
Why?
He
Inquired
Powerfully
What
He
Instituted
Properly
Was
His
Immutable
Procedure
Worship
Him
In
Prayer
Worship
Him
In
Politeness
Want
His
Inevitable
Protection
Why
Have
Improper
Peelings
Why
Have
Insidious
Pontifications
Worship
His
Imperative
Pronouncements
Willingly
Have
Instant
Praise
While
He
Instructs
Pervasively
Sleep, dearest angel of peace.
The Lord wanted you home.
We do not why such love from us
was by a gun taken.
We will go on, till God says……
it is our time and turn.
Then we can see Charlie again and
With joy, dance,
Amongst the stars with great joy!
Be of good cheer, till we are in heaven!
By following God’s commands each day,
You shall never, by God be forsaken!
9/21/2025
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There is no longer any distinction between political power and economic power in this nation.
Those with the most money rule—not by consent, nor justice, nor the will of the people.
The Bible has a name for this: Mammon and Jesus could not have been clearer:
"You cannot serve both God and Mammon." - (Matthew 6:24)
If you claim to serve Christ, but defend or excuse a system where wealth dictates law, then you are not serving Christ.
Christians—Take Note
You are either building the Kingdom, or enabling the Empire.”
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This isn’t just theological—it’s Revolutionary.
It reminds those who invoke God's name that The True Gospel has always Opposed Empire, Hoarded-Wealth, and False-Idols and to defend billionaires while ignoring the poor is to kneel before Mammon while pretending to pray to Christ!
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Holiday celebrations now start
As Christmas carols chime with delight
Marking long yuletide thanksgiving feast
That vanquishes dearth's attack…
Yes, our family yearns for reunion-bliss
Blest with God's love until New Year comes.
In the wind the Holy Spirit
Has turned and twirled
He has orchestrated conception
To all the Mary's around the world
One Mary she stands alone
The mother of our Savior
Blessed among women
Still in need of saving
Another Mary stands alone
The first to the risen Christ
As we all need to witness to
The Resurrection and The Life
But we are all broken vessels
Our fractures need repair
His Way, His Truth, His Life (and kintsugi)
Will help us, to get us there
So not every Mary will birth a Messiah
Or will see Him with their eyes
But every Mary who is able
will be blessed to be with child
Thousands of miles above water
Lies a marvel too holy
To name
And too beautiful to deny
Carved from rock, a city of faith
Where hands of devotion shaped stone
Each church a whisper of eternity
Each alley a hymn in shadow and light
Pilgrims tread the worn paths
Their prayers rising like incense smoke
Windows frame the sun’s gentle kiss
On walls that have held centuries of hope
Lalibela, where earth meets heaven
Where history sleeps in quiet majesty
And every stone speaks of a people
Who dared to dream with their hands and hearts
Here, time bends,
And the soul remembers
That beauty is both sacred and human
And wonders are born from belief.
These did not come to feast or to play
They came with very much to say
These were not birds of prey
Nor did they come to stay
These hoovered above a church called Promise Land
At first, I did not clearly understand
But in a short while, I could tell that they
were not vultures of death
Rather, they were commissioned by God
to give fresh new life
These had come to preserve, protect, and extend
the life of the little flock
These had come to open new doors
that till now had been locked
These had cone to set free anyone filled with fright
And to give them new energy to finished the fight
As they departed, I could see a formation in the sky
It simply said, "Birds of life. Goodbye".
To God..Through Jesus, by the Holy Spirit
Next to 'other Christians' so the world might;
Be healed.'
Even if invited, I wouldn’t have gone to a Charlie Kirk-hosted lecture dinner.
Like Jesus, I prefer to dine not with the righteous but with the sinner.
Besides, Charlie would not likely have invited me.
We're adherents to different sides of Christianity.
And only time will tell which one will be the winner.
Hear me singing with the angels
Dancing with the stars
Standing on the shore of a dark night
Mist rising around me
Like the souls of loved ones
One more time we are together
Before our final leave-taking
The deer gazes into the forest
The birds are silent
They wait for the moon
To create paths to heaven
Hear me sing with the angels
Dance with the stars
Dream with eyes open
What is real and what is shadow?
Existence is an enigma all shadows and light
Only He who created knows and is silent
While we mortals dream
Of dancing with the stars
And hear the angels sing
She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
Thanks, this scribe must say,
Grateful we woke up today,
Let's rise with joyful smiles,
God blesses us across the miles,
Seeking God's wisdom, no less,
Trusting divine plan, no stress,
God, hope we can all still pray,
Guide Earth's city of God someday,
Sent us Jesus, holy preacher,
Holy Spirit, our best teacher,
Grace sparks us, staying alive,
Thanks, God, our faith can thrive,
God loves His mortals anyway,
Even when the flock turn away,,
Praising His power, no need to fret,
Thanking awesome God, our best bet.
I’m not a Saint
Or hero of the faith
No martyr I
Honestly
I’m afraid to die
But I do believe
And I have received
Grace from on high
And that’s enough
Still I often struggle
To believe and understand
How I fit in God’s true plan
And what to say and how to say it
What to do and how to play it
When to stay and when to go
How to let a rival know
That I’m trying to forgive
And live the life I’m supposed to live
Each day anew I rise and try
To be the man to be the guy
Who walks the walk
Much more than talk
But I still have fears
And still have tears
That my little faith is just too small
Never strong enough at all
Tiny as the smallest seed
But I’m reminded
That it’s not me
That does the work
Of change you see
My tiny faith in Him alone
Is strong enough to atone
For my weakness
And human flesh
For my tiny faith I’m blessed
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