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"Our father which art in heaven, hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is on
Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our
Debts as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into
Temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the
Kingdom, and the power and the glory. Forever. A-Men."
Jesus disciples asked him to teach them how to pray.
As John the Baptist taught his disciples how to.
And Jesus answered and taught them his special
Prayer.
Commentary by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
"Our father which art in heaven."
Simply means acknowledgement our heavenly father is
residing in heaven.
"Hallowed by your name."
It means God's name is holy and worthy
Of worshipful honor and praise. How would we like it if people
Used our name for a curse or a swear word? How would we
like it if people blasphemed our name? Of course not and
God does not appreciate it either!
"Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."
God's will is being perfectly done in heaven,
And will be on earth. When the sinful nature
Of man is no longer in question. God's perfect
Will be accomphlished by him.
"Give this day our daily bread."
Bread is the staff of life and part of our daily provisions.
It also means our daily wants, needs, and desires.
And to be thankful for his provisions.
"And to forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."
When we are willing to forgive others, God will forgive us.
"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
God can deliver us from temptation created by the devil.
"For yours is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever."
God's kingdom is on heaven and earth. He alone is worthy of
power and glory forever. A-Men. Amen means completion and agereement.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 26, 2020
A man of blood, and gore and grief.' Maybe a puppet.? Certainly a thief.' With minions of dark demonic spawn, no hint of compassion, suchlike would have plaited
The thorns, in that crown of horror, with malice and brawn, lovers of bribery and power of lies, upon a relief
flotilla they've just metastacized.' High on drugs.? On hate and
Pain..The regurgitation of victimhood, is
More than plain.' They'll have a celebration
Right at gommorha its all so strange' ultra liberal values.' And many letters, as they lecture the world on how they
are so; its betters.? Just again and again..In a morbid
Refrian
Maybe because most countries; are
merely now debtors.?
Hey black friend, why hate on your brother
He is your brother not an enemy
When you all strife for a befitting life
How then is it a sin for another to strife
Kojo was a sweet soul with ambition
That would break a brick to hustle aright
Struggled to keep his sister’s dream alive
He milked his hustle so much that it blossomed
But upon his rise, came a blightful malice
From colleagues, all to deprive is worth
And seize his reward
Somewhere in Kumasi
A beautiful dream lost its spark
Kojo,his mother’s lover
Called in joy to say mama I will be home with bounty harvest
But there in Kumasi
Gruesome clan of debtors ganged up to dim his light
Poised to withhold his harvest
Somewhere in Kumasi,Kojo breathed his last
Right in the hands of his oppressors
The joy of motherhood, stripped in day light
Somewhere in Kumasi
Hate defeated humanity
As Kojo’s grieving mother, still awaits her son’s return.
THE WINTER CEMETERY
Awaken my nightmare!
Cold, wrinkled skin, eye circles beyond care.
Tears of beautiful snow.
O depths to which they go!
A horse and carriage show.
The gate — a cliff of iron bars, mine heir.
The creak of springs, the box —
ornate, carries my frozen heart, on blocks
of ice — my pretty niece.
Oh shroud of snow, I cease
to live - i have no peace!
O that cancerous gong of Winter clocks!
Wrapped in woolen fetters,
I boldly stare at these money-getters.
The doc misdiagnosed,
and the nurse overdosed.
In an icebox — her ghost.
This cemetery shivers with debtors.
She’ll be buried next to
you, beloved son, youth taken by flu.
I lean on the hard chest.
Winter blooms on my breast.
Dear son, I’ll never rest!
Cold stones, for bounty, as my flames accrue.
12/20/2017
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"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the republic for which it stands. One nation under God
With liberty and justice for all."
Some of our later founding fathers.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
The Lord Jesus Christ spoke to me and gave me specific instructions. Number one I was to post The Pledge of Allegiance on all of my websites. Number two was to post the Lord's prayer also. My latest instruction was to post the 23rd Psalm.
The Lord's prayer
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on
Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts as
We forgive our debtors. And
Lead us not unto temptation.
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power and the
glory forever.
by Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
On that summer’s day when we first meet and kissed,
I knew you Madelaine as one I could adore.
Against your family’s wishes, I still persisted
in wooing you; we’d wed or I’d be your paramour.
The levant winds blew through Spain’s hills unfettered
bringing death to suitors far and wide from above.
We had cause to feel our choice had made us debtors,
leaving our love a littered path, a ball-fisted glove.
Like Romeo I’d leave, not die, but without a trace
for I’d not hurt you more and death would be too much.
I’d give you time to heal your sorrows to embrace,
to come to terms with the rightness of our chaste touch.
In a far off land, I recall your devotion;
your lamented father’s wish for a princely dower,
but all have died who wished our love to be undone.
Soon, I’ll claim my Lady from her empty tower.
Fate gifted us passion, drinking from its chalice.
We waded through flaming waves of rising ardor,
in your summer home, your primrose covered palace.
The memories of your touch make absence harder.
As I looked across the wind-blown spray of ocean,
my mind turned to the sadness of our parting hours
Kneeling, I begged for a distance closing potion
so I could reclaim you to our rosy bower.
I see your longing, desperate, lovely, face
endowed in fears dire depth as we parted from the clutch.
I reminded you distance could not erase love’s trace
or lesson my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent a love-soaked, tear-stained letter;
now I return aboard a ship to my sweet dove.
I hope my missive sent has made you feel better,
nevermore will I be denied the touch of my love.
By Robert Lindley and Deborah Guzzi
There was a man who owed a great debt and he owed it to the king
The fear of prison he'd sweat and that being the best possible thing
So he was now called before but the King dismissed all of his debt
He was in debt no more as back to his own home he had now set
In going on upon his way he seen someone who once did borrow
And what he did say just added to this man's already great sorrow
Even though his debt was forgave he demanded that this man pay
This little debt he would not wave much to the others around dismay
So he sent the poor man to prison until this amount of money was paid
As the others, to the King did they run telling of the decision he made
The King, not happy to say the least and called him back to His Throne
Our deal has now ceased because of the forgiveness you haven't shone
Forgiven a debt that was so great but unable to forget about a few cents
Don't let it be your own fate because the debt Jesus forgave was immense
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that's the prayer I repeat
A beautiful Light forgiveness shows and on the inside it feels pretty neat
Matthew 6:12
And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors
A Kingdom Built on Ash and Sin
For eighteen years, I was reared for the blade,
A lamb in a house where the monsters played.
They hid their sins in the floorboard cracks,
And led me home on my own bloody tracks.
A welcome-back trap, a dark, hollow room,
Where chants in the shadows sealed my doom.
They tore open hell and flung me right in,
Trading my flesh for a ledger of sin.
I woke to the cold, completely alone,
Stripped of my youth, my blood, and my bone.
Now they sit high on a mountain of gold
Built on the back of the child they sold.
Then came the husband, a beast of a man,
Who traded my flesh for a new wicked plan.
Deeply in debt to the legions below,
He threw me to hell for a cash-out show.
But the pit gave him nothing; his gamble fell through,
So he fled like a coward when the cold wind blew.
Now a collector from hell has crawled to the light,
Searching for souls in the dead of the night.
The ledgers are empty, the debtors have run,
But the hunt for their blood has only begun.
The demon is tracking the scent of their fear
To seal every fate as the reckoning draws near.
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be
I know I've tempted fate before
At least a time or two
Risked life and limb and maybe more
I'd risk it all anew
Cos life for me's a wonderland
A journey to behold
A beautiful utopia
For the young and for the old
Til man exacts his dominance
Over everything he can
And mortgages each single soul
Of every living man
A banking led dystopia
Indebtedness their aim
We're caught here in the crossfire
In a costly Rotschild game
The year is sixteen ninety four
And a deal is on the cards
The notes are shilling loudly
From the moneylenders bards
Twelve hundred thousand reasons
Mortgage woman, man and child
The deal's been done, the trap's been sprung
The laughing Joker's wild
The Devil dealt a crooked hand
The rules weren't Heaven sent
The loans they pays a kingly ransome
The bets at eight percent
Inflationary stirms prevail
Nations drowningbin the flood
The odds now stacked in favour
Of a deal they signed in blood
Now money's just a token
The game is truly up
Their sleight of hand's been deftly played
They fill their debtors cup
Human lives collateral
As the game stacks in their favour
No money's needed anymore
The game is theirs to savour
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
The Devil deals in dying folks
His deals a living Hell
The game's a crooked one we know
It's plain for all to see
And the fate laid out before us
Is down to you and me
If my head wasn't filled with thoughts of revenge
I'd be able to unclench my fist and open my hand, to take God's in mine
Leading me out of the darkness
Stepping foot in his everlasting garden
Planting seeds of forgiveness for my enemies
So that by rainfall, I will be nourished and bud with new perspective
Washing away will be my pain and suffering
I'll be praying for my enemies
By morning sunlight
The ideas of vengeance, my sins
Will evaporate
I will ascend and be uplifted
Holding onto angers hand
Is like befriending the Devil
To not be in contact with God or your soul
Only to be entranced in the thought of sinning
Our lives are not guaranteed
We could all die at any second
I will leave this earth in peace
To join my fellow brethren
Not plotting revenge, only praying that those who have harmed me
Will reconcile with us in heaven
Forgiveness for our enemies
Is a courageous and powerful act for a person to do
So don't waste life's precious seconds cursing others
When you could be using that time to pray for you
Pray your heart can let go of those wrong doings
Pray your debtors will someday see the light
Pray eventually they can plant seeds of their own
And take God's hand to be led out of the darkness
When my life is taken, by then it won't be for granted
I will be strong, my ego I will have overcome
Even if it's with my dying breath, I will have the love to rise above
I'll be down on my knees
To God I will be
Praying for my enemies