Light and Darkness
Have you ever paused to ponder
Why the creator in his wisdom
Made death the only doorway
Leading to the Heavenly Kingdom?
Have you ever paused to ponder
Why the creator by his order
Separated the endless darkness
To give the world twelve hours of light
And twelve hours of dreadful night?
Don't you know He could make it all light?
You could ask: do we really need the night?
As we continued seeking answers
To these and other questions like them
Let's concede to the concession
That neither of light nor darkness
Can exist exclusively anytime, anywhere
So, light your kindle for light
And protect it against the forces of night.
Down the corridors of mortal existence
He pursued me without ceasing,
Never yielding in his search of the lost,
Nor flinching from the wounds he carried
To gain admittance to my broken heart.
Out of a love beyond finite understanding,
He poured his abundant grace
Like a cascading fountain,
Showering me to cleanse and heal.
He gave himself for me,
When he brought his heavenly kingdom
To reign within, where
Once I ruled in my life.
Nothing compares to the mystery
Of God's holiness being implanted
In this empty vessel
Because of the sacrifice of one pure Man
Upon a cross of guilt and shame.
I can only surrender to his invitation,
Knowing I am known
Since before the dawn of creation -
Made in his perfect image,
Now restored in gold.
If by thought, word or deed
I mar the redeemed body,
I am impelled to confess
Before him, who stands in my defence,
Since he has atoned for all my sin.
At peace in the presence
Of him, who is the Prince of Peace,
I look to a time out of time
When I will be in eternal glory
To bow before him as Lord of lords
And King of kings -
My brother and friend.
You and I are so much more
Created in Adonai's likeness
Perfect, rare, priceless and special
Unique, extraordinary, gifted and talented
Called to complete a mission an assignment filled
With adversaries, temptation, adventure and victory
You and I were given the freedom of choice to be a part of history
To be written into the next generation story
Whereby we gave the Creator glory
What an extraordinary story for the next generation
To hand down praises, worship and thanksgiving
To the Divine Omnipresent, Omnipotent One who created all living things
You and I are forever striving to be our best
Always willing to complete and part-take in every earthly test
Trusting others to instruct and guide us through every trial
Emotions, feelings, anxiety and fear
I agree sometimes this calling doesn't seem fair
But isn't it right to say, I will rather be called and chosen than be exempt and exiled from YAH Heavenly Kingdom.
Gone on to glory
Left a story
Grandson, Rain only lasts a moment
Sunshine brings the joy of what is to come
You are never alone
As you learn, life will be known
There will be days of sadness and despair
Your Heavenly Father is always near
When you kneel and pray things begin to change
It becomes a rearrange
Grandma’s experiences what gave wisdom
I am now up in the Heavenly Kingdom
You will fall, but always get up
Don’t complain
Negative things will remain
Always put Christ first
Never in reverse
Storms will come and go
You will get to know
Understanding in life will flow
Just be assured and be patient
Your blessings will radiate
Grandma knows
Your encouragement was the show
Hold on to Faith
Someday you will deliver your own show and tell
Your own wonders will turn out swell
Grandma can agree to that
Remember Grandma’s words, “Turning Point to Living”.
Love touches the lonely lips
A pure heavely drop ocean keep
The inner tide frankly soar
Abode hearts in coral core
Little takes large in sheer freedom
Truth graced heavenly kingdom
Gentle breeze turns whisper to tale
Whirl in dance saying magical spell
Prestine love you carry the rain
Drive the dirts ,welcome new begin
Thirst you swear to Kindle heart
Torch the mankind blissful apart
Love , the white dove ,needs to fly
Touch hearty horizon bond tie
Lit the eternal light for mortals
As token so deathless angels.
Today is Christmas!
A day set aside
By Christian authorities
To celebrate the birth
Of someone special
Whose coming was foretold
By the prophet of old
To lead to the rising
And falling of many in Israel
A heavenly king in form
Of a human child born of
Virgin Mary in lowly town of
Bethlehem of Judea
And in keeping with his mission
He went up disgracefully to the
Cross crucified and was buried
And rose up on the third day
Ascended into heaven and now
Seated at the right side of his father
Who sent him on the mission
To redeem the world and bring
Back all his father’s creation
Into his heavenly kingdom
Christmas is time for appreciation to God
For giving us His most precious possession
Giving is the basis of His birth
God gave us His best at Christmas
We need to give Him our best
We celebrate Jesus of story
We celebrate Jesus of history
Above all we celebrate Jesus revealed by Holy Spirit
Merry Christmas!
This place where God and angels and his children reside this place those who practice Good Deeds the reward of this place heaven is this place called Paradise Nirvana the kingdom of heaven call the promised land the Heavenly Kingdom the celestial City it's called the Abode of God the city of God the Abode of saints and Angels it's called Zion Abraham's bosom the Hereafter the next world it's called the next life the after World the afterlife so-called Heaven is happy hunting grounds the New Jerusalem Heaven's call illusion field Heaven's call celestial terrestrial Celestial Kingdom call not seen with the natural eye but only lived through the spiritual life a floating Paradise elongated glass ever in all eternity Heaven abode is a righteous place the home of Jesus our lord and God it should be the place we all want to be
11/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
To become holy, just, and wise are the things we should strive for,
if we, in reality, wish in the kingdom of our heavenly Father to live!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 November 2022
Easter
By Michelle Morris
10/04/2022
It is almost that time again
We remember His sacrificial mission
When Jesus died on the cross
And wiped clear the board of our transgressions
Easter is filled with sadness and celebration
For He died so bloody and brutally
He was treated like a criminal
When the criminals were all of humanity
But He rose again and was glorified
By those who knew His worth
He ascended back to Our Father
And each year we celebrate His birth
For three is that magical number
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit together
Blessings of grace and mercy
All for His Heavenly Kingdom forever
And for those of us who believe
We know that God always knows best
And one day when Jesus returns
Our souls will evermore be blessed
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.
Left His Heavenly Kingdom to be born to be born with humble manger with Animals
Was a target for murder from the moment of His birth
Accused of leading and deceiving people
Was arrested as a criminal
Knew that even His own death would not be able to save whom He loved
Was criticized by His own Methods
Was insulted and called names
Was rejected by disciples
Anticipated His upcoming great suffering that even His sweat became drops of blood
Although pronounced “Not guilty”, was chosen for death by a mob of people over a true murderer
These are Jesus Christ’s trials and Suffering
He suffered all these things for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven
With selfishness that had rotted my soul
Along foul stench of decay-causing pride
Succumbing to shame midst grievous defeat
For Christ’s blessed pardon, I humbly cried.
Midst unconfessed iniquities, heart fails
As vows toward holy striving lose might
Cognizant of transgressions’ stinking molds
I seek the Saviour’s light to do what’s right.
Admitting my own human nature flaws
Exposing debilities and defects
I beseech God for sanctifying grace
To be cleansed from every sin that infects.
Grateful to the Lord’s preserving* mercy
My spirit persists to fight decay signs
Anchored by His ever-enduring strength
In exuding sweet smell by truth guidelines.
*2Timothy 4:18 And the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, and will preserve me unto his heavenly kingdom: to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
September 26, 2020
4th place, "Writing Challenge - Decay-Quatrain Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/29/2020.
Rain of my dreams;
In heavenly kingdom of reign;
My passion is the splendid sleet
water washes;
Much I marveled the smelly torrent;
Malice storm comes it falls;
Once upon a midnight pelting;
I heard an acidic, wet hailing;
Reigns calls, falling;
I saw the puddles;
Reigning torent drops falling;
When I thought of the rain;
The passionate precipitation portraying;
I crave the spirited, stormy sleet;
water washes reigning torrent rain;
7/28/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
Anchored by God’s truth,* great faith shines along heavenly wisdom
Braced upon the Lord’s strength, gracious hope assures glowing freedom
Cherished through Christ’s care, generous love advances heavenly kingdom.
*John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
January 8, 2020
(Tristich combining ABC and rhyme forms)
2nd place, "Threesome" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 1/12/2020.
Psalm 137
1. By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, also we wept at our
remembrance of Zion.
2. On the willows, in the midst thereof, we hung up our lyres."
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I hang my words on a weeping willow tree,
and fall to my knees in a lament and song;
for I am afraid of the temptations of earth,
so, I go at gathering places of true believers.
I sing and pray for my heavenly God to hear me,
and seek his Zion, the place where he dwells;
his holy eternal city, his heavenly kingdom,
though enemies and life drag me down.
I will find my end of life nirvana in time.
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November 25, 2019
Poetry/Bio/Seeking Where God Dwells
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All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for FGI Blog Series 14- Ditty
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
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