NOT SIGN HOUSING BILL
ELECTION COMMISSION KILL
TRUMP DOES WHAT HE WILL
The Harlequins of the night
languish their last aura
Lilly eyed clowns await
commissioners bleed into tweed
Rivillers errantly play drums
Damsels failing in their appeal
Adventurers sent back
Running on empty
the night people slide in between
Those old sinners head for the valleys
backing their wasted years
No prayers are said, just the orbital of silence
I tried to draft a poem to gain your approbation.
But time and distance got in my way.
I tried to write the perfect prose to demonstrate my skill.
But the memory of standing before a rose covered coffin
Left me silent and enraged!
Isn’t it odd how time and distance can distort perception?
Change remembrance,
Warping sad memories, blackening our feelings
Where our unworthiness might dwell.
It is not a type of weakness when communication goes awry.
Misunderstandings can lead to anger.
Clinging to resentment
I wear the wounds, still unattended and raw
seeking correction, repentance, awareness is all.
I did not notice the consequences as this became hearts home.
A self-imposed prison awaiting invisible adjudication.
Waiting for contrition or recompense.
Old offences may be sins of omission.
My heart cannot bring them out of my cell.
Gracious forgiveness is the sad recourse left.
I must stand arm and arm with them now,
And release the debt they will not pay.
I suppose it is latent forgiveness that slows this poet’s pen
And I fall to my knees, bowing my head,
Seeking God’s Grace again.
personal * pastoral** pooled***
*John 20:21
**John 21:7 etc
***Mathew 28:20 etc
The Trilateral Commission,
is an organization,
founded in 1973 by David Rockefeller,
to bring businessmen and political leaders together,
from the United States, Europe, Japan and where ever,
in order to bring economic and political cooperation,
among their member's varied nations.
That is what they want us to believe,
but the truth is that they are launching a diabolical scheme,
to strip away all national boundaries,
and bring about an international community,
eventually establishing a one world government,
with the Rockefellers calling the shots on the world's population.
Redeemed by God toward faithful stewardship*…
…Believers are called for Great Commission partnership.
Saved through Christ’s blood, truly victorious…
…stewards can involve in His work, divinely glorious.
Purged from sins’ filthiness along the Spirit’s cleansing…
…Saints should walk worthy on mission paths of blessing.
Enriched with the Father’s wealth of eternal abundance…
…Heirs must share ministry blessings by love’s guidance.
Prospered in laboring while obeying the Master’s commands…
…Servants ought to fulfill gladly His orders and demands.
*1Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
May 4, 2019
Our Great Commission involvement’s motive…
Is it just a mere display of our desire to be active???
It should not be out of leisure’s elective or pleasure’s incentive---
Let's work for the Lord’s glory* thru His directive to be heavenly productive!!!
Our Great Commission involvement’s advancement…
Is it just a mere execution of our pursuit for self-fulfillment???
It should not be out of fleshly energy in performing our assignment---
Let's labour in the Lord’s vineyard by His empowerment in our commitment!!!
Our Great Commission involvement’s consistency…
Is it just a mere break in our routine to add variety to schedule so busy???
It should not be out of urgency devoid of spiritual persistency---
Let's serve upon the Lord’s prodding with faithfulness’ fervency!!!
Our Great Commission involvement’s partnership…
Is it just a mere exercise of our civil dealings because of worldly friendship???
It should not be out of what we can get from brethren’s fellowship---
Let's edify the Lord’s saints with love and respect in our anointed stewardship!!!
*1Corinthians 10:31 ... Whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.
December 13, 2018
A New Commission
What we will need is Trump's permission,
So we can start a new commission,
Designed for a specific purpose in mind,
But by an ego we ended up in a bind.
When outside weather was rather worn,
A similar commission started to form;
To be it was what we communicated;
Martin Luther King we commemorated.
After looking and had hunted and hunted,
Trying to find what it was we wanted;
One day be a perfect, pleasant President,
Who won by receiving a majority consent.
Jim Horn
Someone told me something when I was very young.
A “Trilateral Commission” run by a few rich men.
I knew not then what he was talking about.
I, now understand without question or doubt.
There are a few billionaires trying to suppress the vote.
Buying state governors, and even the Supreme Court.
That’s a “Trilateral Commission” as far as I can see.
Stealing from “The People” their whole Democracy.
They are so out there, I can call them out by name.
Freiss, Adelson, and the Kochs run our political game.
They buy voting districts for those who enforce their will.
Get rid of any Senator who votes against their bills.
I would call that money taking the place of the vote.
Equivalent to someone having their foot on your throat.
The “Trilateral Commission” set the rules in this game.
If “We” allow that to happen, many have died in vain.
Not on Hollywood Boulevard
This one's for your art book
Design your breathing fireworks
Sign to life your best artwork
Start at the centre of the universe
Coordinate my brilliant light
Shine beauty through the canvas
The omniverse perpetualy bright
The deep space I hold
Awaits your master stroke
Turning brass into gold?
The genius thou art so spoke
If the Solar System is taboo
A far away galaxy will suffice
Make Jupiter my tattoo
On thou moonlit surface
Like a special commission
With no obvious due date.
So is one's salvation.
An assignment up to self.
An commission easy at sight,
But over powering in actuality.
A commission soon due,
Yet the date is unknown.
The due date,
Probation, is soon.
Let the righteous be righteous still,
Let the wicked be wicked still.
Then the Eastern clouds will split,
The trumpet of the King shall sound!
He will shout,
"It is finished! It is finished!"
We as saints have a common goal
To go out into the world
Help the needy and win souls
We each have a different destiny
But the purpose is the same
To work in God’s kingdom
And make sure when people choose to live for the world
We are no to blame
The great commission requires each of us
To show the love of Christ
Sometimes people need to hear scriptures
Sometimes a simple hug and “Jesus loves you and wants you” is suffice
In order to do the great commission
We must subject ourselves to submission
To our godly leaders
Those who sow seed into us and give spiritual weed eaters
The great commission requires fighting against
Satan and his demons every day
We must protect with armor of God
And show new saints how to battle the same way
The great commission is the biggest job on earth
But you don’t need a resume, experience, or a degree
All you need is new birth and to admit that
Christ died and rose to set us all free
So poets and philosophers erudite
And sensuous, compelled to win or own
Probe the anonymity of themselves
The strange polarity of self and being ...
And bequeathed me a legacy of questions
That I have condensed, and condensed
Until empty of my own exaltation and pretense
I probe desperately:
What is it, this feeling, this gift, this thing
This suddeness of becoming
What is love?
How can you not seeing me know me
And know me without our meeting?
And I am foolish
Against the experience of the blind
Who may touch
And beholding by the fingers tangible grasp
Feel the leaping heart and surrender.
And of mute men who heard not nor spoke
But in the surprise of rapture and rhapsody
Froze sterile in the sun.
We have no sense impediment
So hang out like clothes on a line
The interogating argument
What is love?
And shall I only know by faith
The impotence of flesh
To which the heart must compensate?
I would exult
So that man may mortal die
And love immortal lives
Your consolement forever.
One night while on my knees my Father spoke to me.
My child, I have called you to service in another land.
You have been called to preach my word on foreign sands
This journey on which you shall go will lead you far from home
but do not fear, you will not walk alone.
My cross you must bare, and your burdens I will share.
I will never leave you; I will walk with you there.
You shall preach my word everywhere you go for your
calling was ordained long ago.
Go now into all the world and set the captive free
and I will give you the nations if you ask of me.
what is the great commission?
what is its ultimate goal?
Is It about God's permission?
Is It about saving souls?
the great commission is the assignment
that God has set forth for mankind
the great commission is to evangelize the Word
and make disciples of whomever you find
the great commission is to spread the gospel,
the good news of Jesus Christ
the great commission is to let everyone know
they can have salvation and eternal life
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