We gather
thirsty, weary
like a flock of birds after a long flight
ready to drink Holy Spirit revival.
The congregation
children of God
the bride of Christ, His beloved
sing praises to the risen King
voices lift like the rising sun.
Holy Word of God
burns like fire within the soul
convicts hearts to follow Him
sin’s deadly stains washed away
cleansed by the Redeemer’s blood.
When Christians gather in the church
their hearts the Holy Spirit search,
to see if they have faithful been,
or merely show up to be seen.
And as the Holy Spirit moves
He convicts hearts, and sin reproves
Causing some saints to loudly sob
While others head just gently bob.
When with clear eyes, deep truths are seen
Sin is confessed, and hearts are clean
The Spirit stirs up sobs of joy
The kind that is without alloy.
Sometimes the sobs express the cares
a suffering saint in silence bears,
then when the altar call is made
the tear drops flow with no charade.
Sobs in the sanctuary are good,
they reveal what’s under the hood.
And as the Holy Spirit moves
Mere pretense His power removes.
Lord, let the sobs in torrents flow,
Your healing power, let it show.
So that when your saints leave the church
They’ll be on a celestial perch.
When Jesus walked on earth
He showed His disciples many signs
proving that Jesus is the Christ
showing them how to walk in line
The scriptures tell us about Jesus
of many of the miracles He done
but not all are put in print
only those that prove He is God's son
This indeed brings home to us
the authority of the word of God
so with utter conviction in our hearts
believing Jesus is the Christ by His sword
This sword convicts bone and marrow
piercing people's hearts in believing
God is the divine source of all scripture
learn to trust in Jesus by cleaving
Believe fully in His divine name
for in His name is true power
that you may have life
for this, Christ is your strong tower
"Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of the disciples, which are not written in this book; but these are written so that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name."
John 20: 30,31 (ESV)
(cheeky p*ss take remake of Whitesnake)
So here we go again.. we all moan
Bazball mode is all this lot have ever known
Like a grifter now our Ashes chances blown
So we've made up our mind just stop wasting all our time
So here they go again…we all groan
Goad only on a road has Bazball ever flown
Need a bifter after tone of what they've shown
So far behind…the Aussies did easily find
Our boys got a pasting one more time
So here they go again.. we all moan
Seeds sowed but seems this team’s never grown
Need a snifter after Bazball so injury prone
Must be unkind coz you basting in your slime
So here we go again…we all groan
Bazball did implode time we forever did disown
Like a drifter seems born to walk alone
Bullsh*t been mined tasting something sublime?
So here we go again…we all moan
Going down like a load of convicts hasting their crime
COMING UP ON 47 YEARS ON PLANET EARTH, AND IT'S BEEN QUITE A JOURNEY. FROM MY EARLIEST MEMORIES OF GROWING UP ON SCOTT STREET IN SAN BRUNO TO BEING A WARD OF THE COURT UNTIL I TURNED 18. I WENT FROM JUVENILE HALL TO REHABS AND SPENT MOST OF MY TEENAGE YEARS LOCKED UP IN SOME FORM OR OTHER. I GREW UP WITH CHOLOS BIKERS, TWEEKERS, AND CONVICTS.
WHAT I HAVE LEARNED SO FAR IS THAT IN THIS LIFE, NOTHING IS GUARANTEED AND NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. I'VE LEARNED TO BE GRATEFUL FOR THE GOOD AND THE BAD BECAUSE IT BUILDS CHARACTER AND IT MAKES ME UNIQUE AND DIFFERENT THAN ANYONE ELSE. MY WINS, LOSSES, BAD DECISIONS, SCARS, AND PAIN MAKE ME WHO I AM TODAY.
I PATIENTLY WAIT TO BE REUNITED WITH MY BOYS. BEING A FATHER HAS BEEN ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS THAT THE LORD HAS GIVEN ME.
I AWAIT TO SEE WHAT MY GOD HAS FOR ME IN MY NOT-SO-DISTANT FUTURE.
Abiding breath convicts disciples, encouraging faith.
God’s Holy Spirit indwells all believers
revealing sin, righteousness and judgment.
"Vengeance is Mine," note what our Lord saith.
Grace, humility, integrity, joy, kindness, love
expose the true nature within a trusting person’s
heart and mind who wants to please his Savior.
Jesus promised to return as King from heaven above.
Man’s natural obedience prods quickening resident Spirit's
comfort, to forgive, to guide, and to dislose heaven’s secrets.
This should compel a Christian to share God’s truth
in sincerity, though some rebels refuse to hear it.
Truth - unveiling vitality with x-rays yielding zeal.
The Great Physician can read man's very soul
as does our all-knowing, all-powerful Father.
God recognizes which of His followers are real.
Seek – the love, the grace, the flow
Miracles sought by the heart, the soul
those who know He is the music
that plays light into the ones who know
life isn’t lived until it is lived for Him,
this Jesus who stirs my spirit to believe
He is love, grace, the unending flow ~
Living water – so I’ll thirst no more.
No! I’ll never thirst again –
He is the One who sent His friend
The Holy Spirit convicts, convinces, comforts
So I’m always prepared for this battle of wills…
Thy will be done! I’ll say it again – “THY WILL BE DONE”
Amen!
.It's Good To Be Bible Right
It's good to be Bible right,
In these days and times,
With thought of doing God's will,
Afresh in our minds.
We will all need the Bible,
To examine our lives,
To see where we stand,
In doing this we are wise.
If it convicts us,
Then we need to get right,
If it helps and inspires us,
Then we have seen the light.
The light is in Jesus,
He is real, true and right,
He's the one we need,
To help us fight a good fight.
Vivian L. Shaw
Whether you're in a prison,
Or a hospital bed confined.
Yours might just be a 9 to 5,
We all are still doing time.
Our conscience is our jury,
Declaring right and wrong.
Our thoughts the Judge who sentences,
To mental prison where we belong.
All of us are guilty,
In this life we're paying for our crime.
A death sentence has hangs over us.
In the prison of our minds.
But don't loose hope, there is good news,
How we all can be paroled.
The devil has to release anyone,
Even though they sold their souls.
God sent us an Attorney,
His name is Jesus Christ.
He said "All prisoners must be released!"
That believes in his sacrifice.
God sent him from heaven "Pro bono!"
For the hopeless, poor and lost.
He's volunteered to take our place,
Saying "Put me not them on that cross!"
"Father!" he said "Please forgive them!"
The know not what they do!
I've come to set the captives free,
Then I'll return to You!"
The Bible newspaper headlines reads,
"Whether you are young and old"
We have the scoop for all mankind,
The Greatest Story Every Told!
I nearly hanged, it was my fate
In seventeen eighty nine
I had stolen an old fur tippet
And claimed that it was mine
They put me into prison
Then sent me to be tried
The verdict came back guilty
and many tears I cried
But through the grace of mad King George
came a welcome dispensation
My sentence was commuted
and I was handed transportation
The journey was horrendous.
Eleven months or more.
Till we landed in Australia
That far and distant shore
And what this place has given me
When all is rendered down
Is a life I never would have had
In the slums of London Town.
sincerely, yours, Mary Wade
Transportation of convicts to Australia began in 1787 and continued until 1868. During this time, approximately 163,000 convicts were transported on 825 ships
The strong are always to blame for the powerless:
The rulers come up with the best of intent
It doesn’t take efforts to overpower us
Having police and stern judges at hand
Once deemed as the victims of a failed state
We turned up to convicts for waging a war
Though war is not ours to make, its too late
Our explanations won’t work anymore
The world is in full right to its imperfections
It uses quite often this right to impose
Further restrictions, in spite of objections
Why should it happen this way, no one knows
Proficient philos deny a free will
Well concealed apophatic god makes a call:
Some live in peace, some are destined to kill
Some are claimed guilty for nothing at all
Servants of power, warriors of cancelling
Criminalize me as much as you can
Ban all my cards, stop me from travelling
Save from my coming your prosperous land
According to the conservation of matter
I’m your anti-power, with all that implies
In your fictional wholeness I’m one of the shatters
Living one of those many fragmentary lives.
God's word, a sword of truth, piercing the soul
Alive and active, it cuts to the goal
It judges the thoughts, and attitudes of the heart
A discerner of intentions, it sets apart
Sharper than any two-edged sword, it divides
Between flesh and spirit, it exposes the lies
It convicts and convinces, with a gentle might
Bringing life and light, to the darkest of nights
It's a seed that's planted, in the soil of the heart
Springing up to life, a new work of art
It grows and transforms, from glory to glory
A living and breathing, revelation of His story
God's word, a fire that burns, with a passion so bright
Illuminating the path, in the darkest of nights
It's a lamp to our feet, a light to our way
Guiding us in truth, every step of the day
Alive and powerful, it pierces the darkness
A beacon of hope, in a world of chaos and madness
God's word, a treasure, that never grows old
A living and abiding, gift that never grows cold.
In the humdrum of daily life,
There are reasons for me to praise -
Grace is enough amidst all strife,
God guides my feet in His just ways,
Gifts new mercies as each day dawns -
There are reasons for me to praise -
Helps me let go of past bygones,
His everlasting peace outpoured
gifts new mercies as each day dawns,
Binds me to Himself with love cord,
Leads me on in paths of sweet joy,
His everlasting peace outpoured;
His Word in each step I employ,
His Spirit convicts and comforts,
Leads me on in paths of sweet joy;
When I'm bogged down by tears and hurts
in the humdrum of daily life,
His Spirit convicts and comforts,
Grace is enough amidst all strife.
12th April 2023
Do you hear what was done
Those years ago under the Australian sun
We came to what we were told
Was an empty land for the bold
Some had no choice as a convicts fall
When their sentence was at the old Bailey’s call
Free settlers paid their way here too
Thinking it was all for them to do
So hardships were worked through
Making a life for their family too
But some were pushed aside
Making their lives hard to abide
The Australian Parliament has apologised
For the way First Nations were treated and ostracised
So time marches on with some bridges mended
But it seems the progress isn’t good or as fast as intended
So now we go from one issue to the next
Leaving Australians so perplexed
How many times do we need to go through it again
I wonder when will this all find an end?
© Paul Warren Poetry
The house of cards claim to have an ace up it's sleeve
They play us like a game turning one against the other
In order for someone to increase one must decrease
The policy of survival is identifying the truth
It can change a course if set positively right
To avoid conflict it works towards peace
Instead we have governments hell bent on killing
Talk about climate change when the most wicked murders promote chaos
Corrupt heartless fraudsters stealing from treasuries and pension funds
Patting each other on the back for jobs well done
Where law is concerned they turn a blind eye no longer supporting justice
The biggest gangsters are those in suits convicts, worse than those in prison
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