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we need to let go of that welfare mentality
and let God bless us with a new and positive reality
just start believing that we deserve to be blessed
believe that through God our testimony will progress
God will command a blessing just for you
and He will send it abundantly too
moving on up towards your prosperity
moving on up to claiming the victory
you what to go forward in life, to no longer be in the same tired rut
you need to get motivated, so just get up off your butt
there's got to be something better now that you're a child of the true King
it's time for you to move on up and reach out for that gold ring
and whenever I call on you, the Lord God did say
humble yourself before Me, from this very day
and with the words out of your mouth, watch what you speak
don't call misery down upon yourself, stop being mentally weak
when God removed the Israelites from Egypt's slavery hold
as the chosen generation, He expected to do as they were told
God was attempting to move them on up
trying to fulfill their spiritual cup
He moved a mountain for them, He divided a river in half
but the Israelites were unyielding and continued to walk a disobedient path
they would not shut up and let God work in their lives
so God smote them with a 40 year curse full of misery and strife
people tend to harbor a lot of minor and petty stuff
we need to get rid of the baggage in life so God can move us up
we tend to put frivolous things and issues first in our minds
unable to see the real treasures that are hidden behind
and whenever God calls on us with a blessing or an anointing
we tend undermine, hinder and underestimate our appointing
we need to stop walking around mumbling, moaning and groaning
we need to start doing some praying, fasting and atoning
believe that the Lord God can do the impossible
let Him give you a blessing and just trust in His gospel
God's work will be done, for He will make a way
God will bless you if you just shut up and learn to obey
don't get caught up in yourself , just have faith in His word
forget what the world has to say, forget the negative things that you've heard
moving on up with Father God at your back
moving on up towards prosperity on the right spiritual track
So, what is the best theme for
a poem? No guarded secret, all themes --
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed
destination or direction? Wherever the poet,
himself, deems worthy of fond or pertinent
affection –
Poetic Theme (extended metaphor)
So, what is the best theme for
a poem? No guarded secret, all themes –
Freely to Roam! And what the prescribed
destination or direction? Only those fond
and pertinent, giving affectionate-justification as
reason for procrastination – to linger in a moment's
subtle discovery – the courses followed only those
which the poet deems entrancingly divine – he seeks
heartfelt permanent encampment – or just an
amicable pause, in a neighboring field, fertile for
blooming enchantment; with his companion pen, to chronicle
canorous visuals, fervently inspired – or simply folksy,
lyrical rides; for the poet, alone, decides where his poetry lives
or temporarily abides –
(his muse, never far off – nearby, perhaps reflecting in the shade of a flowering
fruit tree: heaped in petals, not trying to hide – more enjoying the velvety feel of an
apple before the outer peel, though colorful, would be far too bitter for his present
aromatic meal) – muse and poet, composing through a single eye. Writing as one:
sharing new sights – sounds with scent – their mind dutifully toward poetry
bent – shades of detail, mellifluously transcending common scheme and rhyme –
incanting verse worthy of a brief performance, or immortal, blessed shrine –
It's all fair, such dulcet affair! All subjects! All seasons! – preferring spring, in which to self-lavish and spiritually entwine. Therefore, his paths are fanciful, never truthful as definitive
would define; often choosing glitter over harsh realty, yet can be a prophet and oracle if a troubling-time -- though never, a ruling class mime; – in this sense, he is a likable charlatan, a chimerical rebel...irreconcilable passion his soulful crime, therefore not ever exhibited, an atoning-word or act of sorrowful contrition – so loved by God, who gags at his counterpart, the lying politician.
as the legacy lives on we're continuing to make it great
in celebration of Berean Baptist's 158th
a monumental journey that many would find impressing
but we at Berean just simply count our blessings
for there's no need to brag nor is there a need to boast
as we are only still in existence by the grace of the Holy Ghost
for 158 years we've stayed in prayer and preparation
by giving all the glory to God for our church's continuation
when Gideon went before the Lord God
and then asked the Lord to do His part
God then told Gideon there are a few things he needed to understand
if he desired the Lord God to place victory in his hands
you must be willing to step out on faith
and willing to sacrifice whatever it takes
you must faithfully believe in the cause
for the Kingdom is at stake and there's no time to stop and pause
you need to willing trust in God's instructions
and lean not towards your own for it may lead to destruction
you need to be willing to follow in line
and keep the Lord God foremost on your mind
you need to simply kneel down to God and pray
that as long as you have a will God will find a way
trusting in the Lord and no longer stressing
having no more fears and just counting your blessings
you need total faith and trust plus blind belief
that God will answer your prayers and give you relief
trusting in the Lord to always provide
believing that He is always firmly by your side
understanding that the Lord God is fully aware
of everything that you are going through down here
praying to the Lord and sincerely confessing
repenting and atoning and counting your blessings
chosen by the hand of God and now appointed
touched by the word of God and now anointed
in the presence of the Holy Spirit that has spurred you on
a new disciple of Christ now renewed and reborn
praying for yourself and everyone else who is around
lifted up by the word of God and now planted on higher ground
now living a life of substance and not mere window dressing
making it great in 2008 by simply counting your blessings
The sun is bright as
ever, washing me in
bands of heat, I'm
hanging in the air
as nails impale my
hands and feet,
I know that I am
dreaming on some
night I'm deep in
sleep, I'm dreaming
that I'm Jesus, I am
Him and He is me.
The pain is unlike
anything I've ever
felt before, I hear
some scream for
blood while I hear
others yell for more,
they have me on
what looks to be a
wooden crucifix, my
body's like the
letter 'T', you should
envision this,
But me I feel the
horror from the
beatings that they
gave, while some
would call it torture,
I endured it just to
save,
humanity's
descendants but
my name is used in
vain, I feel my life is
draining as my
head descends in
shame.
I perservered for
many hours, 9 to be
exact, to witness
this would render all
your mentals non-
intact,
just picture me a
moment, on the
cross betweenst 2
thieves, they broke
their legs and
knees but they did
not do this to me.
I smell a scent and
think of death, it's
all inside my mind,
I'm shrouded as I
die but I will surely
have my time,
for 3 days later here
I am, I died to rise
again, atoning for
the sins of all the
women and the
men.
The children of this
world should
comprehend the
very role, I play
inside of daily life to
save their very soul,
just look at modern
day events, the
evidence is clear,
no need for me to
verify the end is
very near.
Some folks will
think of church, that
very thought will
make them hurt,
well ponder the
alternative, there're
some who'll make it
worse,
while yes I love the
lot of you, my
children one and all,
you have to make it
better otherwise
you're gonna fall.
I wake up in my bed
amidst a startle, oh
I'm safe, I race into
the bathroom and
the mirror shows
my face,
I wipe the sweat
realizing everything
that seems to be,
that ALL of us are
Jesus, I am Him,
and He is me.
JESUS THE ONLY WAY
For God so loved the world that He gave as the atoning sacrifice for sin His one and only Son
There is no other name given under heaven by which we can be reconciled to God He is the
one
Jesus said, He was the way, the truth, and the life, no one could come to the Father but by
Him
Neither is there salvation in any other, He is the only Savior who can forgive and wash away
sin.
He is the one who God spoke of, the seed of the woman that would crush the head of the
serpent
He came to seek and save the lost, giving His life a ransom for many He calls sinners to
repent
Those who believe and put their trust in Him, find forgiveness for sin by the blood of the
Lamb
He has revealed Himself as Savior, Lord, and God, His children know Him as the great I AM.
He is the mediator that makes the way to God accessible because He became the sin offering
He is the forerunner entering into God’s presence and for us he is now praying and
interceding
He understands human weakness because He became one of us but He never committed
any sin
He faced everything we will face and overcame it all and now He is the way for us to enter in.
He makes God’s throne accessible to all who come in faith believing offering mercy and grace
He gives His righteousness to all who trust in him so we are accepted by God into the holy
place
To everyone who receives Him, to them He gives the right to be called one of God’s children
For everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved and receive forgiveness of
sin.
All authority has been given to Him by God the Father He is the sovereign ruler over all
creation
He is the only Savior and Redeemer, who can change you and give your life a total
transformation
He is coming back one day for His own to take us to heaven where forever His praises will
be heard
He alone possesses the wisdom and power to perform all He has promised He would do in
His word.
The sun is bright as ever, washing me in bands of
heat, I'm hanging in the air as nails impale my
hands and feet,
I know that I am dreaming on some night I'm deep in
sleep, I'm dreaming that I'm Jesus, I am Him and He
is me.
The pain is unlike anything I've ever felt before, I hear
some scream for blood while I hear others yell for
more,
they have me on what looks to be a wooden crucifix,
my body's like the letter 'T', you should envision this,
but me I feel the horror from the beatings that they
gave, while some would call it torture, I endured it
just to save,
humanity's descendants but my name is used in
vain, I feel my life is draining as my head descends
in shame.
I perservered for many hours,9 to be exact, to
witness this would render all your mentals non-
intact,
just picture me a moment, on the cross betweenst 2
thieves, they broke their legs and knees but they did
not do this to me.
I smell a scent and think of death, it's all inside my
mind, I'm shrouded as I die but I will surely have my
time,
for 3 days later here I am, I died to rise again,
atoning for the sins of all the women and the men.
The children of this world should comprehend the
very role, I play inside of daily life to save their very
soul,
just look at modern day events, the evidence is clear,
no need for me to verify the end is very near.
Some folks will think of church, that very thought will
make them hurt, well ponder the alternative, there're
some who'll make it worse,
while yes I love the lot of you, my children one and
all, you better make it better otherwise you're gonna
fall.
I wake up in my bed amidst a startle, oh I'm safe, I
race into the bathroom and the mirror shows my
face,
I wipe the sweat realizing everything that seems to
be, that ALL of us are Jesus, I am Him, and He is
me.
It was the myriad relapse
The shadows perched, time slipped, the temptation resided to my mind
I'm sure I have most the soul I never once had
Lost; once you go into the dark eternal black there's no hope of dreaming of atoning back
Small child I cling to you trying to savor the innocence
When I could believe in everything again
I tried All along to search for the truth
But " the truth" is something that the truth eradicated
I want to be ignorant again
Can't face reality again
Cease the pain that the pills can't heal
Evaporate the blood that negates the strife
Let me believe in everything again
Break the fear
Remove the pins of reality
And I still wonder why
And I still wonder why "forgive" makes me cry
I can't make it stopThe razor beckons my name
The scars and all their Shame...
Find a way to pierce my serpent heart
Through the iron membrane it's bleeding, I know
When I have no cigarettes to burn
When I have no more knowledge to Learn
When I have no more xanax To cause concern
I've dried out
My heart is loosing it's touch
There's no way out
The abuse and abyss has sealed me
Cease the pain that the pills can't heal
Evaporate the blood that negates the strife
Let me believe in everything again
Break the fearRemove the pins of reality
And I still wonder why
And I still wonder why "forgive"makes me cry
I've dried out
My heart is loosing it's touch
There's no way out
The abuse and abyss has sealed me
I've dried out
tMy heart is loosing it's touch
There's no way out
The abuse and abyss has sealed me
TWINFLAMES
Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
shattering splintered sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
then baby posture soaked singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosened
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wedded yearnings
no black bumblebees boomeranged bombs
rainbow hands belled belly beckoning
Solar flares ignited twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spilling splashing space
sodalite sprinkled sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils pleasing pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
Axis acceded alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merged in mossy musical movement
Justice jumping jibbing Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posied a present perfection
Dreams delivered dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2024
Joseph was a young man excited about life
A maiden named Mary was pledged to be his wife
But then he received news that he could not ignore
News that hurt and the community would deplore
Though they had not come together she was with child
This kind of shame would cause them both to be profiled
Being a good man he did not want to cause her pain
To force public disgrace, there was nothing to gain
I’ll quietly divorce her, he fretfully resolved
This will be better for all the parties involved
But as he was dreaming in the blackness of night
An angel appeared, spoke to him, and set things right
Take Mary as your wife, and do not be afraid
Years past the prophet spoke of a plan that was made
The child that grows in her is a gift from above
Wrought by the Holy Spirit, in eternal love
She is carrying in her womb a precious son
Through him for mankind abundant life will be won
You will call Him Jesus, a savior from heaven
In His powerful name God will stop sin’s leaven
Through His life and story God among us will live
By His atoning work He has much grace to give
So Joseph arose, as commanded, without delay
Took Mary as his wife, The Lord he did obey
Scripture said that from a virgin Christ would be born
To allow otherwise would create righteous scorn
So they refrained from sex until after the birth
Denying themselves the natural urgings of earth
When the time came there was born a child of great fame
God’s precious gift, a savior, Jesus was His name.
The sky, heavy-laden with curdled black clouds,
Burst wide open, and all night long it rained.
It pitter-pattered on the panes,
And rattling on the slanting roofs.
It churned the dry soil to a pulp,
Overflowed the dusty gutters.
It drove the people from the streets,
And moaned amongst the houses.
'Twas but a fluke, a summer storm
Lightning snaked the sky
Thunder rumbled and crashed
Instilling fear and panic in passers-by.
Soon it abated to a drizzle,
A thin mist shrouded the square.
And as the town clock struck the sixth hour
Ghostly figures ventured forth again.
Yet during all this precipitation
He trudged alone along the streets,
Rain dribbled through his matted hair
And wetted stubble on his dirty face.
It cleansed his external demeanour
From the grime of past lazy days,
It could do nothing to eradicate
The heaviness that filled his inner self.
The air was warm, and strange enough
He felt little discomfort from the rain.
The vault of heavy clouds ascended,
The breeze was gentle and fresh.
He went back to his favourite place,
The bakery shop has not yet opened,
From its cellars hot dry air
Surged up, surrounded by his whole being,
Warming him from the wet chill.
He soaked up the fragrant smell
And yearning for freshly baked bread,
A luxury he could ill afford.
And so he continued on his journey,
Alone, atoning for his past.
Hungry and desolate and chained,
Externally cleansed by the drenching rain
Until the day he'd die.