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Growing up, there was hardly a day when I did not CROSS a railroad track or a roadway. So it isn't hard to think of train tracks when I see the word 'CROSS'. We were taught to be very careful at railroad crossings, and our school buses stopped at all railroad crossings. Also as kids, telling the truth with 'words' were not always enough to convince others. Somewhere in childhood, we learned "To CROSS our hearts and hope to die" in order to be believable. Everyone felt 'that act of heart crossing' was proof that no lie was being told. But above all other thoughts, I must say that Christ's death on the CROSS is the most often and most vivid thought and picture that comes to mind when I see or hear the word 'CROSS'. In my mind and belief system, everything that matters with human existence centers around the CROSS of Christ. Before Christ(BC), human hope rested upon and looked forward towards that CROSS, and our present reality now looks back to that same CROSS.
02272019PoSoupContest, Cross, Your Interpretation, Carolyn Devonshire; 3P
A storm is brewing
It’s coming to a head
The people are in danger
But by the Spirit we'll be led
The impact will be monumental
Affecting everyone at hand
But on the promises of God we will firmly stand
We’ve got water to walk on
In every aspect of our lives
But we can’t be doubtful
Like Peter was before Christ
We’ve got water to walk on
And we need to comprehend
That Jesus will catch us
again and again
Jesus's divine authority Is the incarnate word
And it matters not whatever else you have heard
the Holy Communion and the holistic Resurrection of Christ
have given us the power to walk on the waters of life
We've got water to walk on
In every aspect of our lives
But we can't be doubtful
Like Peter was before Christ
We've got water to walk on
And we need to comprehend
That Jesus will catch us
again and again
the boat depicted despair and humanity’s emotions
the Disciples the church full of believers and devotion
the sea the revelation and the resolution
and Jesus walking on water was the divine conclusion
we’ve got water to walk on
in every aspect of our lives
and we can’t show doubt
like Peter did before Christ
we’ve got water to walk on
And we need to comprehend
that Jesus will catch us
again and again
So be not afraid as you walk on the waters of life
be of good courage in the midst of storms and strife
and never be fearful of an unknown destiny
when you serve a known God assuring you victory
we’ve got water to walk on
in every aspect of our lives
be anxious over nothing
and don’t act like Peter did before Christ
we’ve got water to walk on
and we need to comprehend
that Jesus our Savior will catch us
again again and again
we’ve got water to walk on
in every aspect of our being
we’ve got water to walk on
and all we need to do is keep believing
we’ve got water to walk on
There once was a much-desired piece of real estate nearby the estate of a king.
The property was coveted by the king and owned by a subject in his domain.
The king offered the above mentioned landowner a fair price, but he promptly refused to sell.
The use of eminent domain laws is said to have originated in the early 1700’s;
but this story took place hundreds of years before Christ. It refers to an evil king of a Middle Eastern country.
In a democratic republic, many properties are often secured by eminent domain.
In the above mentioned kingdom, the citizens also had rights to be honored.
The king was known to be evil, but even he deferred to the citizen’s property rights.
Though a king may be evil, he need not seek to do everything evil. So the king went home very sad, because he sincerely wanted that property. He said it was close to his estate, and owning it would allow him to expand his garden.
Nevertheless, it was not to be. That is, until the king’s wife got word of it.
The queen soon noticed the dejected and disappointing demeanor of the king.
Upon learning about her husband’s dilemma, the queen promptly resolved the king’s problem without further questions. The queen devised a lying and evil plot, and in short order, she had the man killed. She then confiscated his property and handed it over to her husband the king. The property owner had bravely exercised his right to sell or not sell to the king; but it cost him his life. Yes, the king had a reputation for being evil; but his wife the queen was far more evil than the king.
The exercise of our rights can be costly, and may even demand the ultimate price. However, the pain is greater, and the wounds are deeper, whether inflicted by the state government or by people, if rights are ignored. The evils of a State, whether it be a kingdom or republic, can only persist if the good people of the state do nothing. When good people are silent, the state is at great risks of doing evil. But when good people are vocal and prayerful, the state does good and serves them, because they exercise their rights. ‘The Good’ can only be realized as good people rise from their seats of apathy. Good people can only see and combat evils as they raise their heads from the sands of indifference.
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Resurrection Sunday
By Franklin Price
04/12/2020
Resurrection Sunday is when Christians celebrate
The day the stone was rolled away, to give us choice of fate.
Three days before, Christ died for us, on that cross upon the hill.
God sacrificed his only son. He arose, is living still.
Took our sins on dying shoulders, for our evil debts to pay
The Son of God, to save us, died on the cross that day
Nails in both his hands and feet, a spear wound in his side,
Blood flowing from the crown of thorns, that's how our savior died
We never saw it happen, if we have faith, that's how it went
Then when we die, we'll go to heaven, that's why Jesus Christ was sent
We'll see his face in glory, by God's side is where he's been
Christ paved our way to heaven, to believe in him's to win
Coronavirus Easter Addendum
04/12/2020
This year we should not gather to profess faith for our Lord
To risk exposure to the virus is something we cannot afford
Let us help our God to help us, worship separately today
It's not time to meet our maker, even though we know the way
Take time in due consideration
of all that fills your mind
to look intently inside that matter
fully looking for much there to find
Live by high and lofty principles
bowing to God's perfect holy will
bringing everything before Christ alone
submit in reverence stand forever still
Make your standard equally God like
be as Jesus was here on earth
holding forth scriptural truth to the letter
displaying fruit born from new birth
Take every thought under Christ's word
make sure your obedience truly in line
with that divine inerrant eternal truth
holding it captive to God's ink filled sign
So imprison your every thought
capture it under the sovereign hand
righteous it must be altogether
make it pleasing for heaven's land
('Take every thought captive to obey Christ' 2 Corinthians 10: 5b)
The history of the world
has been divided into two
eras known as BC which stands
for 'Before Christ' and AD which
stands for 'Anno Domini', a Latin
term which means 'Year of our Lord'.
I have chosen to divide my
small world into two eras
as well, known as BB and AB.
I was born nearly 22 years BB
and have lived some 51 years AB.
BB, BEFORE BARBARA, there were some childhood
sweethearts. There were teenage crushes and a
few heartbreaks. For a brief period, I retired
from romantic pursuits. That is until Barbara
came along. Her smiling face and sweet voice
pricked me in the heart and quickly brought
me out of retirement, turning my whole world
upside down.
Yes, BB there must have been 10 or more
girlfriends, but none arrested and captured me.
None engendered a ring nor came close to the
words 'I do' or 'I don't'. But Barbara and I said
'I do'. Since Barbara, there has been no AB,
AFTER BARBARA. We have shared more than 50
Valentines, and yes, she's still the one.
012523PSCtest, For Love's Sake. Regina McIntosh
5P
What's in your eye, it doesn't hurt
The view that your lookin at
Why U Kry
Turn round kiss the scene goodbye, you're already forgiven
What's in your ear, why U tryin ta hear
All those lies, those purple alibies
You close your eyes for the things you done
You remember I'm not your judge or jury
All that I must do is to forgive you
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
What's in your heart, all this hate
You've chain me up, spit in my face
Took me from my land, changed my name
What's on your mind I've kissed those sins goodbye, you're forgiven
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
What's in your heart, do you love the girl
Then tell me why do you beat on her
While in the same voice ya say ya luv her
Now revenge not in my heart
How would ya feel bro if all her girlfriends beat yo butt
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
But honey hush you ain't much
Captured, locked up imprison
How you feel now chump
You remember I'm not your judge or jury
All that I must do is to forgive you
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
What's in your spirit can the people hear it
You've placed your soul in harm
So while yall' repentin, did I mention
I've all ready forgivin you
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
Eyes closed or open
Ears you hear what you will
Heart filled with hate
Mind locked denning it's faith
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
Turn round kiss the scene goodbye, you're already forgiven
What's on your mind I've kissed those sins goodbye, you're forgiven
You've committed the wrongs above
Not that you stand before Christ
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
Why U Kry
2/5/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
THE LIFE OF DEATH
B A
I am undertaker of life I am an administrator
I gut you out like a fish, I teach to you spiritual
Mortify mortician am I to Pastor, minister guides Prepare me to heaven
Dress you, make you look nice Dress you morally before Christ
In a box In our thoughts
Morbid these line may seem Morbid these lines choice process
Most people shall be Most people shall refuse to confess
Laid lifeless still breathless Laid lifeless still doubting freedoms
Horizontally proposed and purpose Horizontally recanting life's values
A last tis just a job a step Just a sinner forgiven : matters?
A life of death... Pastor
A life of death! ! !
04/01/18©2018
The Life of Death - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
I've set free my best, my finest now untamed,
Released her to the wild, to the terrains unnamed,
To you, O vast world, with humility I implore,
With kindness embrace her, she deserves more.
Crucify her not, like the innocent Christ of yore,
Whom you condemned in ignorance and uproar,
For God sent him not out of hatred, but boundless love,
Likewise, I send my sweetest with deep affection from above.
In greater glory than before, Christ with grace,
Returned to the Father's warm, loving embrace,
With love even sweeter, I hope in time and space,
My best will reunite with me, back to her rightful place.
In the mystery of the night, when stars sneak stealthily through the branches,
nothing has changed, and the body, that ephemeral vessel, still knows how to weep,
susceptible to pain, like a flower under the burden of cold,
the sky hums its eternal song, and we, prisoners of breath,
with thin skin and blood boiling beneath it, are but shadows
in the eternal dance of time, with bones breaking
under the unforgiving weight of history repeating itself.
Nothing has changed, although the earth seems smaller,
and everything that happens feels close, like a whisper
beyond the wall, and the body still trembles,
as if it always had,
before Rome, before Christ,
the same silent scream, the same echo of suffering,
a symphony of innocence, spanning the ages,
uncomprehended, yet ever-present.
Nothing has changed, only the number of people has grown,
and with them, the offenses, new and old, real and imagined,
but the cry of the body, that visceral response,
remains unchanged, a melody in ancestral tones,
that binds us to our ancestors,
that movement of hands trying to shield the head,
the same gesture, the same falls,
knees rising, skin turning blue,
a dance of pain repeating into eternity.
Nothing has changed, only the boundaries have been redrawn,
the lines of forests, coasts, deserts, and glaciers,
and the soul, that tireless wanderer,
loses and finds itself among them,
a stranger to itself, illusory, often unsure of its own existence,
while the body is, is, and is, without its own place,
a nomad of time, lost between heartbeats
and the whispers of the wind constantly calling it back.
And yet, in this landscape of melancholy and dreaming,
nothing has changed, only we, the dreamers,
lose ourselves in the flow of consciousness, in search of solace
that never comes, just shadows of dreams
intertwining with reality,
while the body remains, ever-present,
a memory of what was and what will be.