BROTHERS and SISTERS
Brothers and sisters
Children of heavenly
Gather under the banner
Of our immortal
For love to bring
To mortals’ hearts
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 January 2013
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! "
Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "
Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! "
All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace!
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God
people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world
a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010
I thank you for all I have experienced today.
I thank you for guiding me, protecting me, teaching me
and keeping me safe from harm this day.
I thank you for every meal I have eaten today.
I thank you for protecting my family today.
I thank you for every kind word spoken to me and about me today.
I thank you for every opportunity I had today to help somebody,
to listen to somebody, to remind somebody that each day is a blessing.
I thank you for forgiving me every time I was intolerant or impatient today.
I thank you for your grace, your compassion, your generous and unconditional love.
I thank you that you make it possible for us to do this again tomorrow.
Good Night GOD.
(the edited version)
Copyright © Carlene Simpson | Year Posted 2016
What if I take a hiatus
From all this madness, filth& dirt
Filled inside me
would you give me
A second chance, a third chance, one very last chance,
To purify my soul, bring me back
From the dark, from the black
I don't want to write like this
I don't want the chances to miss
I want to feel alive again
I want your love
Give me heaven
In your earth
Copyright © ashek rahaman | Year Posted 2013
On Grandma’s bedroom wall hung pencil sketches
To inspire me and draw me in, never fail
The hands in prayer our daily blessing fetches
The cuffs rolled back, work ready, in the detail
The fingerprint motif of light on hands
To give us notice we are unique – and His
Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands
Steeple elongated fingers, preaching Bliss
On The Tree, He died for our earthly sins
(The cross marked in the veins of the left hand)
He wished to spare us the suffering since
Love and compassion, for which we should stand
Only in Truth can we realise beauty
The Hands setting the example of: “Thank Ye!
[Poetry form used: Sonnet]
If we do not live in Truth, a God given opportunity which we must embrace, then the beauty of all that we perceive will pass us by. ~ Su Crous
Inspired by: ‘Hands of an Apostle’ by Albrecht Durer: http://uploads4.wikipaintings.org/images/albrecht-durer/hands-of-an-apostle.jpg
DEPICTED IN THE ABOUT SECTION
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Contest Name: Famous Art |
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013
Today you shower little faces with kisses
Piggy back rides and little messes....
Tomorrow you speak from your infinite wisdom
Your prayer is heard deep from within
Even though we may giggle
We love that you know and love Jesus.
You let me drive your old truck in the pasture
Laughed till you peed when the chair fell backwards
Love freely, laugh often and give generously what you have
Grandparent days are too short but cheerished!
Love those GRandparents!!
Mine are the Grandest of the grands!
***To all the Grandparents out there in the soup pool.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2011
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013
Immortal language of
Soul of my soul
Breath of my breath
Heart of my heart
Mind of my mind,
Close to your enchanting bosom
Let me forever be,
Not even for a moment
Able am I to live
Without your inspiring
12 January 2013
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
Guide me as I walk everyday
Into problems and circumstances
To angels, safety I always pray
Peace and better chances
Please tell God to bless me
Forgive me from my sins
You are always there to be a messenger
Protect me wherever I'll be
Also do the same to my kins
God, thank you for these saviors
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2015
There shone a star
It lit the world
As though a flood
Or grace were hurled
The humble Christ
Lest we forget
A savior then
Of sinners yet
Was born to save
And born to die
His life to give
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
Born to this world, caused to live,
the dragon's hand of malice must meet you man;
To be only safe away from the strife in Jesus believe,
And this, only by prayer you can.
You are a target prey for the claws of death,
The bearer is cheeky and cunning a betrayer;
To flee from his fire, to have a free breath,
No way but by prayer.
Tempests are a threat and times are tough,
And lures wear guise to look like Lore;
To override the clouds and meet with Love,
Only by prayer you defeat the foe.
To give you Good and Mercy and Blessing and More,
To be a chosen child, a perfectly scoring player;
To anoint you with power to deal the devil a blow,
Nothing but prayer.
To heal your wounds and cover your scars,
To turn your sorrow into joy and peace;
To golden your all to glitter like stars,
Nothing but prayer can eternally lease.
To form you fit a Savior's bride,
And qualify thus for the Heavenly Layer;
At last to the Father with Jesus ride,
Nothing but Prayer.
Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011
I saw a manger glow
I heard the angels say
A child is born of holiness
Upon this joyous day
I came there to discover
What greatness it could be
What grace I did behold
What glory I did see
A tiny bed of straw
A burro and some sheep
Angels praised the heavens
The baby Christ asleep
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do,
you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you.
Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful,
even walking around naked around the streets would be cool.
But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again.
No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end.
Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday.
When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay.
Mine has walked away on me,
I was so blind that i couldn't see.
She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be,
but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end.
Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed,
writing this is more painful than getting over screwed.
Writing this is more painful than words,
writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords.
No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out,
the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout.
haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this,
is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief?
The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine,
i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that.
No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again,
if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
Oh hail the common man!
He’s something of a novelty.
Never has he asked for much.
Some people call him Hillbilly.
Watch, remember, celebrate
His coveralls are washed in lye
Then pinned upon a line to dry.
From rural soil his children sprout.
They’re raised on beans and sauerkraut.
Warp, weft, seam and weave
All for peace and love proclaim,
Have mercy on a peaceful man!
Of simple means and meager lot,
He rides with sure and even trot.
Canter, gallop, ambling gait
Though others fail, he finds no fault,
Endures his fate and woes begot.
His portion is at nature’s whim.
Long days are spent behind his team.
Summer, fall, wind and rain
He plows his fields in furrows deep
And plants his yams deliberately.
Then digs the yield with hoe and spade
To pace the sun in senseless race.
Winnow, thresh and sow the seed
Next year will bring a better yield.
He keeps his garden neatly tilled.
He bows his chest in hopeful gain,
Then hangs his head and prays for rain.
Struggle, plan, hope and dream
Copyright © tammy swank | Year Posted 2016
~ His Mothers Prayer ... ~
Corresing the callic on his head
tiny little fingers wraped around mine
sighlent prayer I worry,
night; is closing in ... fears linger,
welling ... UP,
as darkness IS CALLING ...
thank you Arkbear,
your prayers have kept my little Abri safe
thus far ...
ONE WE ARE WITH YOU NOW!
~~~~ Thank you for saving ~~~~
~~~~~~ Innocent Abri ~~~~~~
~ Be a Brother Sister, Savior to Abri ... ~
~ Please Pray ~
~ Jenny ~ Abri, ~ Adam, ~ Mohamed, ~ Jennien ~ James ~
It's not over ...
Please pray ...
It just keeps on going up.
I'm making him a bath,
I trust you Lord ...
I trust you.
Be His Savior ... !
A wan to be Father,
Save ... My baby,
not ... my blood ...
Please be His savior.
Please ... Jesus ...
I pray ...
be His Savior.
~ Amen ~
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009
Hi all, I have recently completed a short and easy to use Pure Land Buddhist Liturgy and Prayer Book, based on the 48 Vows of Amitabha and Infinite Life Sutra. Here is the first verse:
O Amitabha, you hear and you see our trials and ordeals. Heeding our pleas for refuge and relief, you have raised the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss: A paradise adorned by virtue so gloriously infinite that its majesty mounts up beyond Meru peak. You bless all who rise to your land with Sage-hood, even those from the realms of perdition. We see that your land is untainted by the states of woe—untainted by pests, pestilences, phantoms and beasts!
For this Glory of Bodhi, we Vow for your Land.
If you would like the whole book, you can read and download it for free here:
The book has been released into the Public Domain.
Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2017
I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight.
Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision
Oh my Lord, your one decision,
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.
She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane
And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man
And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence
And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me
And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now,
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness
For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.
Copyright © Ef Kaye | Year Posted 2012
With underlying arms well akimbo
Seductively they glance at each other
Smiles seasonally defined
Amidst celebration in the bed of rose
Gently they pulled their panties
Preaching to one another amidst copulation
The Bible too far from bed
Humbly replaced rubber cum metal
None was Godly alarmed
The Reason for the season ruefully undermined
Where then lies the climax
As ejaculation overtakes redemption
Who will save the saving Jesus
Lonely outstretched on the cross
Works already ongoing on the second grave
Christ Himself has run drought of blood
Where lies a candid remorse
For the pints already outpoured
Salvation has grown archaic
Wooing versus soul winning epitomize affray of the moment
How can the immoral game be refereed
The spinster is much in need of it
Gently lovely lowly she plays her wing
Who can suspend the salacious match
Time is here at hand
When Christ Himself shall arise with whistle
Showing the end of the match
And making selection for next league
Being the reason for the season
© Izunna I. Okafor 2017
Copyright © Izunna Okafor | Year Posted 2017
MY GOD IN HEAVEN,
SURELY, YOU ARE IN CONTROL. YOU WILL PUT ME WHERE YOU WANT ME TO BE.
YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO HAVE, AND YOU WILL GET ME THERE
IN THE WAY THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY PLANNED FOR ME TO ARRIVE.
ATHOUGH THIS SEASON OF MY LIFE HURTS, AND I ADMIT MY FRUSTRATION WITH
THIS PROCESS; YOU HAVE MERCY UPON ME. I KNOW THAT YOU WILL
NEVER ALLOW ME TO ENDURE PAIN WITHOUT A PAYOFF; CAUSE WITHOUT
A PLAN, AND THE COST IS NEVER WORTH MORE THAN THE FINISHED PRODUCT.
THIS IS WHAT I’M HOLDING ON TO, LORD. I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME A PRAISE
REPORT. I NEED TO SEE YOU MOVE IN THIS VALLEY I AM IN. PLEASE, FOR YOUR
GLORY. BLESS ME IN A WAY THAT OTHERS WILL SAY, ‘SURELY, GOD IS IN THAT.”
YOU HAVE PROMISED TO MAKE MY ENEMIES MY FOOTSTOOL. YOU SAID THAT
THEY WILL BLESS ME FOR YOUR GLORY!
FROM VISION TO VICTORY. FROM VICTORY TO GLORIOUS TESTIMONY. I WILL
FOLLOW YOU. FOR YOU MY GOD, ARE IN CONTROL. YES, MY GOD IS IN CONTROL.
AND KNOWING THIS BRINGS PEACE TO MY SOUL.
FOR MY GOD IS ALWAYS IN CONTROL.
Copyright © ASHANTI NEELY-VIGIL | Year Posted 2008
Bring them a cup of sea for lighted candles
Tell them taste and tell, and tell, and tell
The ancient salt, the bitterness it kindles
While creation groans at the brink of hell.
Anyone can condemn the sea you know
I have seen it gutting the land, have seen
Rocks becoming sand, and sand is no screen
For water. The land melts like meals of snow
O let us criticize the stars, moon and wind
Let us analyze and build nothing new again
We cannot replace what we have lost to sin
Let us excite our minds in seasons so vain.
Each fault should come with a fixer's plan
Each crowd should go home with wings
For joy, but the sea in their eyes stings
Children hope, the salt is in the vein of man.
Only a prayer can promote the peace sought
Diligently among the sad broken of the able
Wisdom as a dream in butterfly net is caught
The cup of sea sits still, a picture on the table
Of old Daedalus and our patience in dust
The mall is a symposium of the noise remaining
The tirade of the tyrant sea in tidal groaning
Tell and tell and tell splintering sprays of trust.
And this cup ties itself like leaf to old stumps
Of history, evoking things not properly told
Before. The serpent unswaddles all the slumps
That avarice us chasing pictures of fools' gold
O that I could banquet your hearts on faith
Better than promises, or Icarus wax dripping
Like sweat. The seas sore salt has no diluting
O let it go, the millennium is late, late, late.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010