So far, they go -
A distant throw -
Down simple snow -
Forgotten.
And yet, a maid -
Through crime, parade -
And riches swayed -
Ill-gotten.
The weak confide -
Then run to hide -
To turn the tide -
Now rotten.
A dream, they’ll fade -
The cuts, been made -
No chance, persuade -
Stained cotton.
GOD’S ONLY BEGOTTEN SON
Jesus is God’s “Only Begotten” son,
“sons of the true God”, Gen. 6:2, verse shows God had other sons … not just one.
Sometime between March and April, Christ died,
most know on Nisan 14th, this was done.
December not when Christ born … somebody lied.
Fast forward six months from April see why.
December birth, is a lie, why truth hide? birth /tween September / October … no lie.
God’s only begotten son, paid ransom,
came to earth make God’s name known, and to die,
all must faithful be to the end … each one.
Jesus, Messiah and the Prince of Peace
is now the reigning King of God’s kingdom,
on earth soon … pain, death, and dying will cease.
Jesus first born of creation, God’s son
the “Only Begotten”, Christ the only one.
Only one called the only begotten.
on Paradise Earth … will bring eternal peace.
oh lord
my son
is
a wanted man
who is
on the run
and
he
only got
one bullet left
in
his gun
give him
some mercy lord
if you can
because
he is my only
begotten son
a wanted man
For mankind are sinners from birth
spiritually dead unable to choose
needing a saviour from iniquity
for only God can bring good news.
So God sent his begooten son
The crippled lad stood beneath the bell tower
Rang The bell with all his might
With each strike.
The ashes cleared up..
The rope was the way
The child, the saviour
the massiah, the redeemer.
Abide in His will so wondrous
spreading the Gospel of salvation
exalting the omnipotent Saviour.
They spent his spirit to dwell with us
To show us the path
Thee who died a death so we lived a life
Is between us, between you, between me.
12 July 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 7'
Mark toney
Mark Toney
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
14 th June
Only Begotten Son
Haiku by Tom
5-2-2022
No love can compare
to the Love God has for us
He gave us His Son
oh lord
you
giveth me
a sacred holy sign
thus
i
believe
that
you gave us
your
only begotten son
who
washed away
the
sins of the world
than
whose
fruit are we
until
peace be still
A RACIST IS REALLY "CRIMINALLY MENTALLY ILL"!!!! THE RACIST EXCEPTS "THE "MARK OF THE BEAST" AND HAS IT IN HIS OR HER FORHEAD,OR MIND WHICH IS THE SAME!!!! THE MARK OF THE BEAST "REMAINS"!!!! WE SEE THE ONES WHO REJECT "GOD" AND JESUS CHRIST!!!! RACISM IS A MENTAL ILLNESS AND HELPS END THE LIFE AND PROSPERITY OF THE ENEMYS OF "CHRIST"!!!!!
Traveled long
I come afar
Guided by a star
Hear echoes of voice within
I am aching
from blues and bruise
Yet, I languish to cruise
Nothing to lose
This I choose
Afire you came
Bold brave but tame
You spun great change
Breaking me from woos
Melting winter, heralding spring
An oasis to my arid life
To each ounce of hunger
You're there my brave hunter
Basking into leaflets of wild
Invincible... Fearless...
Yet, love innocence mild
Like a growing child
Unto you I curled
No shrives I dive
Top of the world,
I wholly whorled
Visions revived
Missions survived
You and me, Me and you
Perfect Combination
Aren't we?
Weeps forgotten
Cries of joy aglow
Begotten bestow
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June 09, 2014
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broken hearts
begot from broken vows
now shattered dreams
and hollow crowns
that tear thy will
the fear they distill
now woven lies
to catch flies
a twain thread
for an empty bed
A BEE’S BUZZ BEGOTTEN
I am a bee amongst a million beautiful butterflies
They are wisps of beauty but I’m the only one who can sting
Alas their beauty is just a caterpillar’s disguise
And only this bee can talk to shadows while butterflies choose to sing
Butterflies flutter bye and children chase them with glee
Everyone runs from me because they know I can sting
Butterflies are disguised with rainbow wings and fancy do they flee
They may be all dressed up for a ball, but man, I’m the real fu**ing thing
Don’t mess with me because I ain’t no butterfly flitting all about
And then hold black-tie balls to dance the night away
I’ve a destination, a hive, a home where we buzz but never shout
And I have the power to curse and ruin any soul’s day
An important caveat now would be beware of my stripes
While you encase butterflies in frames and glass
Butterflies come in varied and sundry types
I suppose that’s why you collect them and just look to kill my ass
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!
A BEE’S BUZZ BEGOTTEN
I am a bee amongst a million beautiful butterflies
They are wisps of beauty but I’m the only one who can sting
Alas their beauty is just a caterpillar’s disguise
And only this bee can talk to shadows while butterflies choose to sing
Butterflies flutter bye and children chase them with glee
Everyone runs from me because they know I can sting
Butterflies are disguised with rainbow wings and fancy do they flee
They may be all dressed up for a ball, but man, I’m the real f*****ing thing
Don’t mess with me because I ain’t no butterfly flitting all about
And then hold black-tie balls to dance the night away
I’ve a destination, a hive, a home where we buzz but never shout
And I have the power to curse and ruin any soul’s day
An important caveat now would be beware of my stripes
While you encase butterflies in frames and glass
Butterflies come in varied and sundry types
I suppose that’s why you collect them and just look to kill my ass
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!
~The awesome Jesus, the Christ
The chosen from birth for sacrifice
The Agape Love with no vice
Bringer of peace will suffice
First begotten Son of the highest
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son.
Like a donor, he gave me his body-
Through his nose, I breathe all the nourishments he gives me for my soul.
Through his eyes, I perceive the beauty of his wonderful world.
With his ears, I hear his soothing voice through trying times.
With his arms and hands, I feel the protection from all evil spirits- dead or alive.
With his heart, I receive his love unconditionally.
With his mouth, I give thanks for all that he has done for me.
Art,
music,
poetry,
creatively-
me,
thee
reflect
the image
of God within
we-
in
worship,
offer back
gifts,other's
see
More @ Gn 1:27 & Acts 17:28
Where the frosts' covers are forgotten;
our strength is new life begotten,
with the ripe risen spring blossoms.
Copyright McCuen 2008
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