When Noah’s flood came
During and after the falling rain
It was God’s justice
But how will God administer justice
After He made covenant and said:
“I will never again flood the Earth to end all flesh.”?
So, if we don’t get another flood
What fulfills the law of God?
(We get the gushing from His side) of Jesus’ blood
This is the flood God has now set forth
To bring about every Christian birth
To wash us clean so we can be seen
As righteous but only because of Christ
It’s always been God’s sovereign plan
To bring to the forefront: The Son of Man
All judgments and every sacrifice
Are completed by Jesus Christ
And God has said this will suffice
“In Him I am well pleased”
And there is no other
He is second to none
Nor penultimate
But The Last Adam has won
God’s One and Only Son
“Follow Me” He says to all who hear
Whether with a heart or with an ear
But don’t just hear, but be a doer as well
And He will keep you out of a place called Hell
(So what's the solution? Daily ablutions)
PONDERING THE SEASONS
(Apropos Of Our Nation’s Seasons)
After Autumn's falls, Winter is like war;
And Spring seeks to bring about resurrection:-
Summer prepares all for nature’s transitions:
Today, it looks like an autocratic Winter is coming:-
I remember! I recall how good– no,
how great it feels to feel so good!
I remember the bright colours
in the rainbows after a storm.
I remember the trees, the rivers, the critters,
the peace of our world.
I remember how to get excited,
to have goals and plans– fantastic dreams!
I remember the love I feel from my friends, family, pets,
loved ones, who I’m lucky to have.
I remember that I can be grateful for all of
the simple things that I am graced with in this life.
I remember to create, to write, and to draw,
to bring about something new.
I remember the stars as they twinkle overhead,
specks of light in the dark of night.
I remember that I can care for myself,
love myself as much as I do for others.
I remember the joy I find in a good book,
in getting dressed up, in delicious food.
I remember flowers and rocks and bees,
all of the tiny things I love to notice.
I finally remember how to live vicariously,
how to enjoy and embody the free spirit inside.
Oh, I ask, is it my appearance or rather to say my looks,
Or is it my stature that has gone according to the book.
I wonder if it’s my age or demeanor,
that has made older people so much meaner.
I call upon my brethren and I ask,
is not this rule that was placed upon our mentality such a burden.
Many our age overlook this rule,
and their new best friend ends up being a warden.
Now I never know if I’m truly wrong or right,
because thou answer of an oldster always makes them look like a knight.
They infinitely compare us to one another,
not knowing how it’s so much of a bother.
Hold on to reality a little longer,
and do not let man become your enemy.
For we don't have all eternity to confine all these things internally.
They are just exclusive weapons to bring about our downfall.
Let’s be clear! “AI” is plagiarism --
all grammar checkers, any writing aid,
major editing program, can be a form of
plagiarism...laziness at the least in my
humble opinion. Someone who writes
a biographical outline, a story outline
of any kind, and then hires a ghost writer,
or major team of professional editors, to
bring about the final, flawless product,
because the original was so sloppy or
hackneyed, is not the writer-originator
as I see it. Agreed! There are
no entirely original thoughts, for each of
us stands on the shoulders of the many
tall and talented thinkers, richly endowed
innovators who came before us – what we
owe them, and our chosen craft of relatively Free
Expression, is to try and maintain a posture
pure as possible when attempting to create.
Approach authorship as a Mystical exercise --
As a personal lover. A rapport with God.
Souls connected through time
Coupled together by love and blood
Arranged into families
Realizing where that thread originated and
Leads, tells us who we are.
Engineered by the Creator
To bring about His will
Time to open our eyes
Hear with our ears the
Reality before us.
Evidenced by the blood lines
Aligned back and back, leading us to
Deliverance!
In ancient times, a tale unfolds,
Of Jael, brave and bold.
In Deborah’s song, let’s sing along
"Most blessed of women be Jael,
Most blessed in tents they dwell"
She broke the norms, defied the rules,
With courage, not in ships of fools
Inviting Sisera to her tent,
A deadly blow, her intent.
With hammer and peg, she struck him down,
Her bravery, in history, renown.
God's purpose clear, her actions just,
In Him, she placed her trust.
For God can use the least of us,
To fulfill His plans, so marvelous.
From Rahab's aid to David's stone,
From Paul's past to Matthew's loan,
Each story shows, without a doubt,
God's justice, He'll bring about.
So let us learn from Jael's deed,
To act with courage, take the lead.
Sisera a picture of our sin, said Spurgeon
With peg to the ground nail it down
Jesus struck the victory blow on the cross
When Satan thought he’d won, he really lost
For in our hearts, His purpose lies,
With faith and strength, with Him we’ll rise.
They are always considered be of pain
But do we not cry the water in emotion
A joyful time of moment pleasure is felt
Mucus oil or which three tears fall
But wet thou eye's of significant relief
Tear falls, washing your eyes even unfelt
Wash and drain the pipe or overflow face
Depending on which you share the moment
Rather we cry or laughter to bring about
A tear in the droplet peeling a onion
Or you pinch the finger it seems to appear
It's a lubricant to eye's drained on down
To your nose it runs even with a cold
A water of both pain and happiness
Its only purpose, relief of anxiety
Or the beauty we find in the world
Cry your eyes out if you want to
Where does a tear come, even while sleep
There's no cutting it off, unless you got dry eye
Shed a tear for me, it's a natural thing
When the ink runs dry in the introduction,
we look to the stars for a conclusion.
When the ink runs dry on tear stained pages,
we look to the stars for an explanation.
When the ink fades to scratches,
we look to the stars for salvation.
When we let the pen perish in the flames,
even stardust cannot bring about reconciliation.
Money can't talk
But it can dismantle
The true nature of human
If you need money just tell to God
To receive it is a joy of the heart
Every sincere effort to earn it
Will bring about extraordinary results
A mountain of money is not necessarily
Enough for a greedy person
But a plate of rice
Is enough for a grateful person.
Created to be different to bring about a generational change
Trauma invoked to keep most from creative conscious range
Learning being different can bring in a great feeling
It's imperative for the need to work on inner healing
That inner child help develop creative healthy happy adults
Taking chances to heal, help the experience for those results
Don't stay in the cycle of programmed victimization mode of pain
Get help to find tools and resources to turn your pain into a gain
Take accountability for your role you played while blaming/pointing a finger
Easy to blame another, sometimes they had no part of the sadness or anger
The masks worn and swopped due to your unhealed trauma
Hides a grudge that blames friends, lovers, daddy and momma
Forgive them, they experienced and lived through trauma too
Reflected their own stories, hiding with pain too shame to tell you
Each generation has suffered through the abuse and trauma program
Become your generations' survivor with the future blueprint or diagram.
Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer
War
Only one person can stop the world from heading into War, 'A Woman.' She does not let her balls get in the way. A man thinks it's all about the size of his. This highlights the potential of women to bring about positive change and prevent War, giving us hope for a more peaceful future.
If he who does not know kept silent, discord would cease.
~ Socrates
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shines from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love
*My head is not buried in the sand, and I don't wear rose-colored
glasses, but I'd rather have positive thoughts than negative ones
about our tomorrows.
Stress, strain, grief, anxiety, dejection, and depression
Like tempests, they wrecked the hearts of common humanity
Though it seemed to be from the sea, it's not a transgression.
Each calamity creates squalls that wreck tranquility.
Didn't the disciples put their total trust in Jesus?
Could they not walk with him as children, trusting the father?
Amidst his miraculous acts, why did they feel grievous?
Though they were bodily with him, did their minds flee farther?
Can't God, amidst trials and tribulations, bring about peace?
Isn't the divine power of God active here on earth?
Jesus was sleeping. He was, like a relaxed Zen, at ease.
Couldn't Jesus, despite destruction, bring about rebirth?
Trust! Jesus said, Men of little faith, why are you afraid?
Calm! He said to the storm:. Like a docile steward, it obeyed.
Idea One:
I'd look into my future
to see the day on which I'll die,
to know just how I'll shuffle off:
the when, the how and why.
And looking at my future,
some changes I would bring about:
avoid the place, that time of day -
and live forever then, no doubt...
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