I am the Lord thy God,
the invisible man living way up in the clouds,
watching every move you make, alone or mixed in crowds.
I see everything you do, every minute, every day,
and I’ve written ten commandments that you must obey.
And if any of my commandments you decide you won’t pursue,
I’ve built a special little place reserved especially for you.
A furnace full of fire, brimstone stacked to the sky,
torture tuned to maximum for when you disobey or lie.
You’ll spend eternity down there, in agony and misery…
But remember —
through all the pain, the flames, the suffering eternally?
I still love all of you, unconditionally.
Pure and sinful. Saintly and filthy.
An angry dog. Teeth sharp and gnashing. I don’t understand why I’m so angry.
A warning shot before I’m put down. Knocked to the ground, air leaves my lungs in form of sharp breath.
Mans best friend is a quiet woman and lord only knows I am not.
Perfect until my mouth opens.
Then I have opinions and am devalued.
I am bark and bite.
Dog. .
Put me on a leash and lead me around, why don’t you?
I will drag my heels and disobey.
Nip at you and run away.
Mans best friend is a woman that submits.
So I bend the rules and run wild.
Tall grass tickles my legs.
Morning dew drips.
Stray.
Not a show off
Protection of course
The gym stands for exercise
Word to the wise
Proper training technique to emphasize
Keep sneakers and socks on
Smelly bare feet don’t belong
Be deodorant ready
Concentrate on training equipment lifting steady
Respect others as yourself
Don’t act like everybody else
Shower at the end
Make sure your workout clothes are clean
Otherwise, Lysol disinfectant spray will be the stream
Gym fresh
The gym is not a conversation place
Keep up the exercise pace
Exercise is not for a stiff
Show respect the whole time
Don’t disobey gym policy rules
Your membership could be terminated at discretion of the gym’s wish
Exercise is about body transform
Etiquette is the required norm.
You had opportunity
The trumpet sounds
Thunder cracks
Lightning flashes
The Earth is shaken
Day of redemption
Judgement on the Earth
Punishment in wrath
Final cries
The books are opened
Seal of everlasting in behold
Fire of Hell
Confessions beyond belief
Predicted years ago
Time and moment at hand
Earth with an enriched newness
Many Souls will witness
Pity not
Heaven has spoken
You chose to disobey
Now Earth will play
There ae no further words to say
Eternity has risen
Darkness prevails
Ready or not is just too late
Earth’s fate
This is the precise date
The trumpet has sounded
Judgement time hour
Words of comfort can’t save you
Now is Heaven’s time to pursue
There’s nothing more Earth can do.
God is good, he leads us, making us see things clear.
God is here and always makes us feel, feel things that we need to feel.
God is a force, a peace, a power, a father, and everything we need when we call him.
God can punish if we disobey, we learned this in many of the stories that have been passed down.
God can also bless us, and give us joy and comfort that we can only dream of.
God is love, and gives us love, but only if we follow him through this life.
God is also jealous, and wants our love, he can get unhappy with our negative choices in life, leading us to suffer.
God gives us time, to grow, to learn, and find our way, so if you fall off the road to life, get back on and pray and try again.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Some celebrate the beauty
of knights, or infantry,
or billowing flotillas
at battle on the sea.
Warfare has its glory,
but I place far above
these military splendors
the one thing that you love.
For proof of this contention
examine history:
we all remember Helen,
who left her family,
her child, and royal husband,
to take a stranger's hand:
her beauty had no equal,
but bowed to love's command.
As love then is the power
that none can disobey,
so too my thoughts must follow
my darling far away:
the sparkle of her laughter
would give me greater joy
than all the bronze-clad heroes
who fought it out at Troy
-- from the Greek
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"Disobey the orders of Trump. Obey the orders of humanity.”
— Gustavo Petro
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That order to kill
is just to assuage an ego,
Palestine deserve to live too,
Just like the Israelis,
So, oh soldiers of fortune,
Disobey that his orders.
Blood suppose to flow in veins,
not into the soil,
Peace needs to reign in Palestine
not only in Israel,
Children in Palestine need
their parents alive as in Israel.
Donald donates war to the poor,
yet accuse Hamas of amassing weapons,
to destroy a once beautiful country.
Now that Sinwar has seen the war,
Has Trump been able to trump
his remnants out of Gaza,
Instead rains of bullets form their bazaar.
If their brains are blocked
Are yours too blocked?
Oh soldiers of fortune.
Faith is more than salvation
Everyone is covered by His blood
We are responsible for saving for others
Not everyone will experience death
In a twinkling of an eye we are change
The light travels fast as the sound
The spirit travels fast as the body
Science is to see is to believe
Faith is believe first and you will see
Salvation is the fullest reward of righteous
Never deviate obedience from sacrifice
For obedience is the way to salvation
Whosoever obey shall be great in His sight
Whosoever disobey the least of the law
Will be less in the Kingdom and loss inheritance
The law itself is design to be followed
The followers are not greater than the law
The law is made by the Master or a King
For the land to have peace and order
Prolong the rulership and expand kingship
Success and happiness is the endgame of it all.
6 People killed in one weekend
Just like that their lives end
The gangs laugh all the way
They will never stay out of your way
The gangs are fierce and unscrupulous
To kill someone is for them a plus
It is in the gang’s territory
You will only become a memory
The gangs rob, rape, and kill
For the families it’s like a bitter pill
The gangs get order to kill at will
Or the boss will order on them a kill
The bosses’ rules with an iron fist
You disobey them you on the death list
If the gangs have financially lost
It will be your life and cost
That’s why the gang kills people without blinking
They do not want to be the ones sinking
The boss sees this
To him it’s bliss.
Killing as many people as it takes
These are very high stakes
The gangs do what is takes
In this case it was killing that it takes
There will surely be a guide ~
charting my path,
protecting,
and leading me
to my destined destination in life.
As if it were a promised payment
God made to me from heaven.
A visible hand
tucked out from an invisible tucker,
In a canoe on a river ~
gently rowing me along its flow.
Many near-deaths averted,
Many of life's debts miraculously paid,
many stale breaths,
yet never for a moment ceased.
All threats to my existence –
God canceled them,
sometimes with my sweat,
other times with just a little fret.
Yet still, I never got my feet wet or smelly,
even when I trudged through the sludge
left behind by life's avarice;
not a faint trace of the caprice
that clouds my destined destination.
There has to be only one explanation ~
providence,
not merely serendipity,
For I can see the hands of the I Am That I Am,
whispering their ubiquity,
through a tiny voice –
often feeble, yet ably affable,
I am cognisant of its presence,
especially when I disobey its warnings.
All these are never through kismet or fortuity ~
they are simply the ways of providence.
Case closed.
I look on, reciting lines, reacting, responding,
the lights are dim, the stage is cold.
I dance across the scene, choreographed to my solitude,
hurt, tired, done, but I never stop.
Tears roll, screams echo, but I never stop.
I almost collapse, I can't go on, but I never stop.
I'm dead, my body rotting, but I never stop.
I look to my audience, my muse, my purpose,
I can't deny them, I have to please them,
Regardless of consequence, the show must go on.
I have been reduced to a corpse that has been revived,
revived for entertainment, for their amusement and amazement,
I can't refuse, I can't disobey, I am a slave to the arts.
I can still hear her, although I left her behind,
I can hear her, sobbing, pleading, begging me to stay.
Begging me to stay with her, to leave the cult in which I am trapped
I can still hear her, haunting me,
"The theatre is dark, the seats empty, the stage silent- so why are you still acting...?"
apple bites the dust
a taste of forbidden fruit~
c d corruption
o i l e
The Cross is such a simple little thing.
The Place of death for Heaven's King!
We should give God thanks daily for the Cross.
The Alter He sacrificed Jesus on for the lost.
He says, "No one does right, we all do wrong!"
Death and Hell for eternity is where all belong.
We all are guilty, by our own choice.
Doing as we please and ignoring God's voice.
Learning how to hear Him takes some time.
Because He speaks through impressions in our mind.
When we disobey Him, we're cursed by "Sin!"
We are all infected, this battle no one wins!
It makes us lie, steal, kill and destroy!
It begins manifestation in little girls and boys!
It causes all God's precious human beings.
To rebel, deny Him and treat each other mean.
When we want to do the right thing at times we won't.
When we know we should forgive, we simply don't.
It's a horrible, deathly, spiritual disease!
That makes us all do as we please!
Who can save us from this fate?
The answer is found in Romans chapter eight.
Ask God to help you to understand,
What you need to know about His plan.
From then on every cross you'll see.
You'll know it symbolizes you've been set free!
You cannot trust people and that is a fact!
To meet their own needs, they will stab you in your back.
We all are self-centered, each to some degree.
God's word says the only one to trust is Me!
Even the sweetest person can turn on a dime.
If you can catch them at the wrong day or time.
In Romans three-ten he says there's no righteous man.
Then in verse three-eleven, he says no one understands.
If the One who created us describes us this way.
Don't you think you should trust whatever He say?
The news confirms what He is saying is right.
Families betraying each other, road rage and street fights!
I'm not immune, I have done bad things too.
I've had people say " Ken, that just was not you!"
We all have a fallen nature and are prone to do wrong.
The good news there's forgiveness at our Father's throne.
Guilt hit's our conscious and it's a sign we've done bad.
Repentance restores us and again we are glad.
My children your dad loves you, all I know I must tell.
Obey or disobey God, means for us Heaven or Hell!
You are free to disregard me and all that I say.
But know you'll regret letting your pride rule you someday!
Love Dad.
I declare that there's no greater high!
Than knowing the Creator of you and I.
I tried cocaine once, it's effect was insane.
It cause bleeding from my nasal membrane.
For many years, speed was my delight.
But it cause my heart to not beat right.
Hung out with friends. Drinking gin, beer and wine.
It left me not caring as it pickled my mind.
Chose a high fat diet. I ate like a king!
My body's now paying for all of those things.
I was young back then, did not have a clue.
The only thing best for us all Lord is you.
Read God's word world. Talk to him each day.
Ask him for the grace to walk life out his way.
Don't give up or quit after any sin event.
Turn your God saying "I was wrong and repent!"
"Please forgive me Lord for this wrong that I do."
I willfully chose to disobey you!"
Turn your focus from self. Help others and give.
Make a habit of doing this as long as you live.
You've done things your way, now let's give God a try.
Nothing better for the soul, than love of the Most High!
Even if you commit the same sin everyday.
Run, repenting to our Father and not the other way!
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