6 September 2022 9:32Am
Time traveler
As you kneel before our Father today
Confess your sins and accept the way
Believe in Jesus and start your journey
Way back in time to His cross on calvery
Your spirit kneels not in this church
But before His cross in calveries dirt
His blood now flows from His side
To wash and cleanse His new bride
The water that flows from His wound
Revives the soul from hells dark tomb
Arise dear soul pure and new
There is much to learn and much to do
You are now a citizen of the Kingdom of God
Take up your commision and on ward trod
March on and on through this life
Spreading the gospel and shining your light
You are not of this world anymore
You are reborn and passed through the vail that was torn
I get tired of climbing up and out.
Just to get back to where I fell in.
To just lye here all wore out.
My nerves are shot and my patience's getting thin.
Dusting off and moving on.
Just how many times until I'm gone?
The weight of the day is wearing me down.
My eyes are tired from wearing a frown.
The sun is out of commision.
Covered up with indecision.
No one or where to turn to now.
Sadness, the answer to how.
Getting tired of asking why.
Don't want to die. Don't want to cry. Don't want to try.
Just waiting for the end to come.
So I can welcome being numb.
Sometimes I try to figure out
what is going unsaid
But sometimes with the troubles I have
they are better left unsaid
Should I just give a card
and leave well enough alone
or throw caution into the wind
and break my silent growns
You indeed have found my full attention
and with it comes good intentions
But in all fairness I must first mintion
That a darkness is held over my commision
And what is my commision?
The pursuit of one who showed
a little intrest in me
A friendly conversation
a smile just ment for me
To think of you
I have new hopes
Day and night
You fill my dreams
But I have to face reality
About the illusive scene
And if my eyes deceived me
Then I beg you please forgive
Burn this note with all my pursuits
find my flatterings of so little use
Please treat me with as little abuse
As one who loved with little excuse
(Repost)
When Easter comes and
remembers the Day that
Christ was risen from a grave
Children are given a little speech
a word or two for them to teach
and with their voices God does preach
a little prayer and hope for each
Thats what we need
the President said.
We need our economy
raised from the dead
And the speech writer wrote
And in his speech the President plead
Here is something the wise have said
"That wealth is the order and procedure
of production and exchange. Rather than
the accumulation of mostly perishable goods."
today's economist have no memories
nor do they respect traditions
rarly do they ask Gods permision
they do not care for the worlds condition
Lead "The People" give them a mission
fill their hearts with duty and commision
If we have strayed get on the right track
and try your hardest to bring God back.