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God's Purpose of the Rainbow

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   

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,

Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2013

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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within


As sin and perversion often become integrated… 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 “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! 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

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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Joan of Arc memorials

I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.

After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned the king of France there.

There are many statues in France of Jeanne D'Arc.
Most of them show her riding a horse with sword held high.
I've see that image in many Places in the north.

My favorite statue of her is in Notre Dame de Rheims.
She looks to be standing a vigil in her armor
With her battle flag posted behind her.

I've also been to Place Jeanne D'Arc in the city of Rouen,
Where the British tormented, interrogated, and immolated her.
It didn't look like a sad place, but I felt sad there for her.

I don't know if she really heard angelic voices,
But her story always inspired me--
Probably the only non-Biblical saint that ever did.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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Rain Man

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

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

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The leading elephant fell
Causing a huge elephant stampede
Despair hit the herd
Even the elders fled in horror

All the animals in the kingdom of
Ignorance and self-righteousness grieved
The head of the herd was gone, “What to do?”
Cries to blame the "jungle idiots" emerged

The tattered faithful licked their wounds and
Sought out their next leader
But they couldn’t find one
The last one had polluted the waters badly

Nobody else would drink from that well
The self-inflicted delusion persisted for the faithful
They were shocked when they learned
The head elephant had walked away with their cash

Something very dear to his black heart
Or where a heart should have been
He didn’t need the cash, he had said, 
he was wealthy and his multitudes believed his every word

On and on he talked, the media did not check his words
Nobody questioned him
Lying became a part of his steady rhetoric
The lying escalated

Until the day he lost and left
Not a word was heard throughout the jungle
They found he had absconded with their treasury, but
He was gone into con-scam land where he had come from

But they did not learn their lesson
The faithful began to search for the one
Who could finesse the lies
"Lie true or Lose" became their motto

The faithful directed their efforts now to
Vilify and discredit the opposition to
Obstruct the legislation that could comfort and
Be a help to people

On and on they go
Seeking the perfect one to establish the Fourth Reich, and
They almost had him
Here in the land of freedom, liberty and justice.

Copyright © norberto franco cisneros | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with tears in ours and sadness on ours faces,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated right,we are treated wrong,we have no one to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated fairly we are treated unfairly,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated kind,we are treated unkind,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing from coming back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated good we are treated badly,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing who are still on this earth while ours conrades have paid the price and die for this country,We still don't have anyone to comfort us, the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw the country on 9/11 when the enemy came and bomb the USA,We was there to comfort the country and the people that lost love ones,the power was on the side of the military of the USA,We beat them down,so I ask this question????? Who are going to comfort us now,we are no longer soldiers but war veterans all mess up we was not born this way but got this way for fighting for ours country////// SSG Jack Thomas Kirt

Copyright © JACK THOMAS KIRT | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Sacred Duty

Here i stand a new man
Standing beside my brothers 
We are an unbreakable band
With our God we fight as one 
By believing in the trinity 
Our battle's already won
We take it upon ourselves
To walk in the ways of the Lord 
Keeping our souls from enternity's hell
With the stars and stripes in one hand 
And the word of God in th other 
It is my sacred duty 
And where i will always stand

Copyright © Timothy Mullins | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


Oh, say can you see by the Lord's holy light
Who so proudly we nailed to Golgotha's cursed tree?
Whose back stripes and white scars from betrayal's delight
Oh the pain he endured was for our hope and healing
Then the angels declared he was no longer there
The grave is empty now our Lord is risen
Oh, say that Jesus still reigns eternally
O'er the homes of the saved and the hearts of the free!

Praise God!

Copyright © Sean Rackley | Year Posted 2015

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Blooming From Roots 1 of 3 -true story poem

It starts with a little 6 year old girl named "Jellee" (pronounced "jelly")
from Liberia, Africa (on the western coast) -
and ends when she is about 18 and having changed her name to Veronica.

I personally interviewed Veronica and helped begin writing her biography
which she is planning to entitle "Blooming From Roots".
I name this poem the same.

I kept this poem fully factual
(and should be appropriate for the younger readers as well).
I have written it in 'first person' in present tense with permission.

I wish to thank Veronica (Jellee) Gabor for giving me permission
to publish this poem for my readers.
I hope you enjoy "Blooming From Roots".

Blooming From Roots #1 of 3

The night is very peaceful.  Stars twinkle in the sky.
While God creates the beauty, man destroys - but why?

A-boom! Boom! Boom!   A-bang, bang, bang!  A-pop, pop, pop!  Rat-a-tat-tat...
Our village undefended!  The horror starts like that.

What is going on?  I'm only six years old.  Gunshots echo through the air!
Yelling, screaming - orders barked.  Bullets everywhere!

As fireworks, but louder - those AK-forty-sevens -
A-bang, bang, bang!  A-pop, pop, pop!  The booming shakes the heavens!

The rebels swarm like bumble bees!  The terror snatches breath.
They frighten all the villagers.  They sting us with their death!

They scare me so.  I try to run.  One catches me off-guard.
He slaps me and I start to bleed.  He hits and kicks me hard.

They seize my father, torture him.  They frighten me a lot!
They grab his arms, behead him there - and kill him on the spot.

The rebels move so swiftly!  I'm just a little child!
My mom is screaming.  I am too.  These murderers are wild!

Two more hold my mother down - they kill as if a game!
"Shut up!" the rebel yells at me, "...or you will get the same!"

Oh, how I squirm and wiggle!  He's holding me so tight.
He hurts my arms.  I cry and scream!  I am too young to fight.

He hits me hard with his big gun.  It slams me to the ground.
He swears that I will get the same if I make one more sound.

Shocked, I am.  I'm terrified.  My friends still unaware -
of what is really happening.  Is this a bad nightmare?

I scramble up and start to run - past one hut, then another.
Oh, will he kill me as he did my father and my mother?

(continued on "Blooming From Roots #2 of 3 -true story poem)

©2012 louis gander / www.ganderpoems.org

Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016

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A Comely Damsel

I was a comely damsel
Made of fragile fair clay,
Pregnant with unhatched rebellion,
Beclouded with the mist of youthhood,
And on the broad path
Dreaming of butterflies.

I heard a still voice calling;
It was the Prince of Peace,
Oh, how sweet the sound!
So I followed closely.

But the sword in his mouth
Pierced my flesh and bones,
Caused my timely abortion,
And shaped me into fit -
A precious pearl for him.

What else can I say?
O Man of Calvary!
Your love has captured me.
You are my king forever!

(Read 1Timothy 1:12-15)

Copyright © Polycarp Agee | Year Posted 2016

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Inertia, Not An Option

Inertia: Not An Option

Free will demands choice.
Sometimes, our choices are choices of evil.
Choice compels decision.

Not all choices are created equal.
We have to be responsible, because
We have been called upon to act.

We must therefore pray;
Then  choose;
Then decide;
Then act.

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Grook |

Stare decisis

As they redefine marriage, abridge,                                                                                                                                               infringe and church and state.                                                                                                                                      Precept upon precept Line upon line.                                                                                                                                  How will they ever redefine thou shalt not?

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

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Pledge and Prayer

Pledge and Prayer

Complain and gripe of all the things
that happen in our schools
Yell and scream and carry on
like you're a bunch of fools

Be offended, feelings hurt
how could you dare to pray
What about the anti christs
won't let you have your say

Who cares about what's in the heart
they're changing all the rules
They don't care what made us great
there's no more prayer in schools

Offending those that don't believe
how could you be so crass
Tearing down america
take prayer away from class

Pledge allegiance in the schools
you're taking that away?
Fastest way to bring revolt
no more pledge or pray

There are a lot of countries
in this world where you can go
where you will have a "life time room"
if you aren't with the flow.....
			Pete Yuhas

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2017

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America's Great Documents, Part 2

1.  The Magna Carta  1215

This was a British Document which also governed the colonies before we became an independent nation.  I found seven expressions of God and references to the church.  "Grace of God",  "Will of God", "Honor of God", "Granted to God", 1st. Paragraph, "That the English church shall be free", 1st. Paragraph, "For the sake of God", 61st. Paragraph, "That the English Church shall be free", 63rd. Paragraph   

 2.  The Mayflower Compact  1620
Four phrases:  "Grace of God",  "Glory of God", "Christian Faith", "Presence of God"

3.  The Declaration of Independence  1776
Four references:  "Nature's God", 1st. Paragraph; "Created equal", 2nd Paragraph; "Their creator", 2nd. Paragraph; "Divine Providence", Last sentence

05202017 cj PS; 

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017