Best Witnesses Poems
I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer
II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice - may tag along ...
No hell, rapture, predestination
The big one: anti-Trinitarian
"Theocratic War Strategy," allows JWs to lie
To me and you, on works by Aaron Block, I rely!
III
But why do they choke & bother
That Christ, SENT, is only Savior & Brother
Who did die for humanity's sins
"YHWH only should be worshipped, even in hymns"
And Jesus dare not come again
Once is enough? No clouds, No rapture!
What do JWs gain? They "think" only how they're trained
NOTE: 1.Charles Taze Russell, in the 1870s, developed the Jehovah's Witnesses based on his Bible Classes given in Pittsburg, PA., USA. He was joined in 1876 by Barbour, but JWs used the King James Bible until Nathan Knorr et. al., (JWs) "translated" their New World Translation Bible.
2. Spoken Word churches, inspired by William Brennan, may also be a subject.
Do not fear the coming tempest;
See our God with faithful eyes.
He will care for you with interest.
This won't take you by surprise.
Do not worry that you'll perish.
He will raise you if you do.
By Jehovah you are cherished.
Our great God will rescue you.
Do not mind our persecutors-
those who strive to bring you doubt.
Let the Spirit be your tutor.
With our God your gait is stout.
This age is collapsing
to a swift demise.
No longer will there be suffering,
no more tears or sadness.
To Jehovah, keep on drawing.
Yes indeed, clutch tightly his hand.
In the ways set by our Father
we must ever keep walking—
in the footsteps of his Son.
This will mean life everlasting—
sticking close to God Jehovah
and trusting in his faithful slave.
We will survive and keep on living
as long as we stay faithful.
OH! We are truly surrounded by a cloud of heavenly witness.
Looking over the portals of heaven down upon us. 'Cause we
All are the specially redeemed earthly saints of our Lord Jesus
Christ. It is all because we accepted His free gift of everlasting life!
OH! Aren't we surrounded by a cloud of heavenly angelic witness?
Watching over us and looking down from their lofty heavenly
Heights upon all of us children of the Most High and Holy God,
Jesus Christ. He is the author and our source of everlasting life!
OH! We are really surrounded by a cloud of heavenly saints witness.
All of their salvation prayers they made while still alive on earth, will
Be faithfully answered by their beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
That they made about all of their remaining unsaved loved ones!
OH! We are truly are being protected by a three fold force of Divine
Witness. We are protected by God, our Heavenly Father, God our
Heavenly Son and by God, our Heavenly Holy Spirit. The three in
One Blessed Trinity! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be the Lord! A-Men!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 10, 2021
One can almost hear them whispering,
knowing they are linked to us
and more intense than memory
they cannot stay within their tombs,
for by some sort of grace not understood
we lack the power to leave them
to their faded history.
How many meadows set away
accommodate the dead,
accommodate this surging love
that inundates our days?
How may we take into our hearts
the light these spirits share,
their passion to reach out to us,
to let us know their world and ours
is one?
I think it may be up to us
to seize this holy joy, remembering
there is no separation, only change.
Remembering the presence
always known before
when oceans intervened.
And what of science and of doubt?
What of the white-stolled priest
and of his vial of dust?
What of my quailing faith?
The stars crash down around me.
The trembling mountain that I did not see
now looms before me, shaking me.
Shall I become the one
to turn away?
~
I know you think i'm a horrible person
From what you have been taught
Your mind and time wasted
without a second thought
I realize that years have gone by
And that I hardly even know you
I want you to know that I love you
But when I look at you I feel sorrow
I am not like them
I am still your family
I am not evil
I am just a man.
Now we are in the same shoes
And you know what it is like
For a family to turn its back on its own
Is like living with no light
I want you to know that you are safe
And it's safe here to be yourself
I wont let them hurt you
I can be your shield
I ll be your protector
I can help you heal
I am so calloused and beaten
Yet I am so strong
I cannot stand the thought
Of a family member wishing,
for a family to belong
5/1/2018
Kale Brereton
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.
Together, facing the deathly moment alone
Their soles must be given to free their souls
Silent witnesses of man's inhumanity to man
What if our dogs could talk aloud?
What do you suppose they'd speak about?
Rabbits, birds, chasing things?
What if they thought to tell our tales?
Stories hidden, behind the veil.
Secrets, scandals, Everything!
TLH © 06-12-2012
dimitri korchenski commander ukraine, leading the dammed some men so defamed
Crimes against children as honour to them, sewer frequenters bad tidings bad ends..
No strangers to torture, self glory.. Gory matters it's plain, plain knowledge my friends.'
Yet theres such a world of deception, in mainstream media and what it pretends.'
We saw it, in the broad daylight,
They slit a knife right through the abdomen,
Pulled it out and left it hanging,
We saw it all, we saw the crime, we saw it all,
But who will say it, rumor has it,
They work for the top man’s right hand man.
We were there, with all our eyes wide open,
When they raided our homes,
Burnt them to the ground, and God knows,
What happened to our sisters,
But who will say it, rumor has it,
They are the scary sacred secret government agents.
We saw it, all of us, we saw it,
But who will come out, to say it,
That we saw them bury the victim,
We heard it in the news today,
They framed him a terrorist!
Poor soul! But who will say it.
We know them,
We know who they work for,
We know them, they are in our neighborhood,
We know what they do,
But who will say it,
They have connections to the top.
May be someday, they will pay, God knows.
~You shine to all those who surround you, don't blow out for the need is dire
~ And with your light, you lead the way, you have the power to change and inspire
We have been shot
And left to die!
Will let us?
But you wonder
''Who shot them?''
Yes, we have been shot
Shot!
By Poverty!!!
It shot us!
It is shooting us!
Will you let it
Shoot and kill us?
It is a robber
It came
Suddenly,
Like the Christ's coming
Unannounced!
Nay, it never left
After then!
Now,
We are bleeding
From its shots!
Clothless
Foodless
Homeless
Joyless
Smileless
Laughless
And,
Hopeless!!!
We are
Licking our wounds
Chewing cuds
Drinking our own blood
Oozing from our wounds!
So we ask again
Will you watch us die?
Will you rescue us?
Or
Will you say
Rot with your killer?
We wait
Though we wait not!
There are souls who are spiritually lost
Groping in sins’ darkness, wandering in worthlessness
As true witnesses against evil's voices, we lead them to God, the Saviour
With the light of His way, brightened by the Holy Spirit!
There are souls toward eternal damnation
Living in filthiness, in their transgression ... wallowing
As true witnesses against flatterer's voices, we warn them about eternal wrath
With the truth of the Gospel along godly compassion's earnestness!
There are souls stuck in hopelessness
Losing the will to survive, wavering helplessly
As true witnesses against hypocrites' voices, we direct them to prayer-ray
With the promises of God, tied around His kindness, mercy and hope!
There are souls drowned in misery
Fearing death, warring against sickness and pain
As true witnesses against doubts' voices, we bring them to the right faith
With the mercy of the Father, offering Heaven’s bliss!
There are souls guilty of unbelief and arrogance
Exalting themselves, wasting their resources in worldliness
As true witnesses against skeptics' voices, we pull them from torments of hell
With the wisdom of the Bible, anchored by Christ’s promise!
There are souls gripped by Satan’s game
Struggling in vices, wading in idolatry, indeed lamentable
As true witnesses against follies' voices, we rescue them against deception
With the power of the Saviour’s blood of freedom-might!
There are souls blinded by humanistic perspective
Losing sight of divine values and noble virtues
As true witnesses* against falsities' voices, we guide them to God’s plan
With the vision of the immutable kingdom upon His gracious love!
*Acts 1:8 But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me...
December 1, 2018
Edited on December 3, 2018
3rd place, "Voices...." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 12/8/2018.
SCARS, THE SILENT WITNESSES
They sneak back as time slips fast,
Scars like ghosts of the past,
Irritating guests for dinner
Under your skin as it gets thinner.
These old witnesses emerge spectrally
Long forgotten, long-buried ancestrally
Under the mobile flexible skin
Of youth and the middle age you were in
Where work and movement, those liars,
Disguised the faces of these testifiers.
These spectators who saw your act
And then left the theatre untracked -
And your fruits which were forgotten,
Rosy red or sometimes rotten -
Revealing what fitted your basket well
And what things from it fell.
These Fates forcing you to reassess your existence
In the penultimate chance at repentance.
The evidence is there: you must account
Before the last courtroom to count.