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Today is true as any other, that Christ's sacrifice is the only truth that proclaims victoriously, 
the deliverance of eternal death, my only means of salvation, for him willingly embracing 
God's wrath, and receiving the punishment of my sins, as a warrior he faced death.
Asking forgiveness for the ones, who greedily tortured and mortally wounded,but in all this 
he had control, His life was freely given.
An insurmountable sacrifice, the KING of KING'S has risen! and into me he so humbly 
brought, the embrace of his perfect love and attention, even though my self-induced lusts 
after sin. have removed me so far from God's perfect will, leaving me completely depraved, 
bruised, and hopelessly broken.
Please God forgive this blatant sinner, the wounds i've endured i'm so ashamed, have all 
been self-inflicted.
Please God wash me new, in the blood of your son Christ Jesus, placing me as a new 
creation in the body of Christ, when truly i've earned God's judgement and wrath.
Praise and glory always be to the one, he conquered death and gave me a new life, he freed 
me from myself, and from eternal damnation, he offers the gift of deliverance, how can i be 
so ungrateful as to continue in my sin?
And yet you pour out your perfect love, grace and mercy, and discipline me when i need it, 
and i am so eternally grateful, because without you life is darkness into which i wish i was 
never created, but all things through you there is victory, so glory and power, and praise be 
to you, you've delivered delivered me from death.
You picked me up and brushed me off, and told me "it would be o.k., but if i followed you i 
would endure hate and persecution, for proclaiming your salvation.
But hey if God's got your back, your a Warrior of Victory, His light destroys all fear, there is 
nothing that man can do to rip God's love away", your KINGDOM come, your WILL be done, 
on EARTH as it is in HEAVEN.
Make me your disciple, because removed from you i am openly wicked, self absorbed, drug 
induced, a pitiful abomination.
All power praise and eternal glory, i am forever grateful, though i constantly stumble, may i 
humbly repent in the name of your only begotten son, CHRIST JESUS.
Your indescribable gift to spend eternity with you, under your perfect rule, praise be to God 
for your free gift of salvation.
Form: Pastoral


America the Burlesque

Lord have they gone to far given an inch they want the yard            	                
from burlesque to grotesque help me to not ever go back that way                             
vanity’s fair table no longer upon that table for now lays thy written word    		    
for me and all to see  that which was meant to entertain from poem                                  
to plot now wrights like glorified misery it distains from play to matinee                          
every where you look the triple *** all they sell is sex from book                  		    
to comic to TV they try with adultness I no better than they gazed at that thrall              
which was upon the pole the purse little did I know torturing my own soul                           
loosing  fellowship while losing  purse blind cat eyes can’t see drinking                          	    
yesterday today tomorrows hurt will not go away yet Lord there is a better way                  
praying the pain away in one name like pilgrims progress a real change                            
from person to family to industry to country to the world reach   	                                  
the Gospel like your own personal wigglesworth revival an awakening                                  
like a fall on your face Damascus walk this is not idle talk but for you I teach            
warning every man for mine and yours man eternal survival    	                                
God is not mocked he died once for sin his commandment is eternal life                               
The Lamb of God who taketh away sin of the world he died for you whether                          
you believe it or not for God so loved the world  he gave in your place                                
An eternal sacrifice once for all I must preach the Gospel and write                                    
for woe is me and woes is you if not he that gather not scatters abroad             	    
sin of silence do not stay don’t want to here him say I knew you not                                  
for straight is the gate narrow is the way a hope for a purer Broadway also                
broadcast Lord I hope they have not gone to far at last                                                 
Lord Jesus a need of redress  American the burlesque
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

I Worry'

It is very hard in this day of the computer to do God's work.
You might say, "How's that?" We have the information highway, and it's perks.
Well to me the old fashion way is the best,
Our fathers did his work, came home to his family, and took his rest.

Intrusion in our lives is upon us, with the worldly information at hand.
Even though computers, human kind doesn't understand.
Our precious planet is the only one that God has given us.
We pollute, trash the planet, and forget to respect God and Jesus.

God says in the latter days we will have no path, no real clue.
Mismanagement is what I see here, we are fault me and you'
Our nation was the greatest beacon to freedom at one time,
Through our actions we go on thinking that all is well, it's such a crime.

All is not well, Many other nations hate us and that's a real fact,
We as a nation have turned from God's law and we have really lost tract.
What happened? Why have we let ourselves and our children down?
Don't believe me' Take a good look around.

All of Human kind is at fault here.
Falling away from God and His moral laws, are very clear.
Our nation, along with other nations, are struggling to get ahead.
For this reason, the Devil, is rearing his ugly head.

God cast Satan and his fallen angels to this earth,
His evil has been here, long before our births.
He is laughing, gloating, with a gleam in his eyes,
Having a great laugh and fun at  our expense while our fellow humans try to survive.

Pretty soon our Savior will have to intervene in the affairs of man,
Or else we will destroy every living thing on this planet, don't you understand?
We have a chance to morally change our ways,
Or else we will really regret it, his wrath will be upon us in the final days.

We will be held accountable, the Lord of Abraham sees all,
He has allowed Satan to create chaos, we aren't prepared for this fall.
If we don't stop this nonsense the Lord will have His final say,
All are doomed to misery, suffering, will be the order of the day.

Global warming, water, should be our priority'
To return to God His world intact, to return to the real Christianity.
Let me make it very clear to me and you.
Our current path is total destruction, only God's intervention, will get us through.
Form: Rhyme

Miracles'

Did you know that God has performed many miracles?
Quite the sight I bet, parting the Red Sea must have been a spectacle'
He did this so Israel would pay homage,
For God taken them out of bondage.

After Pharaoh watched his armies perish,
Did Israel grasp  this and really cherish?
The price Pharaoh paid, along with his son.
Knowing that he pronounced the curse was from his tongue.

Couldn't wait they're faith waning,
They (Israel), made idols and continued praying,
Moses on Mount Sinai, getting the law,
His people singing,dancing down in the draw.

Moses returned, became good and angry,
Smashed the tablets, earthquake came suddenly.
Moses, hated them at this place and time,
They knew not what they had done, what a price to pay for that crime.

The Lord was angry, more then He ever had been,
They idolized a golden idol, Moses was heartbroken.
Later, the Lord continued to perform miracles,
Through David,who was fearful of the Lord, putting our Father at the pinnacle.

In Acts 13:2, " A man after God's own heart."
Within David, God and Spirit were never apart.
Wisdom was given to David, to rule justly.
Decisions from the Spirit, made David mighty.

David with many others are called prophets,
To have wisdom and the Holy Spirits knowledge.
God commanded to keep His Sabbath,
Exodus 18, clearly is the law and it's message is mammoth.

God made a covenant shortly after,
Special people, to His flock, thereafter.
The Ten Commandments, God's spiritual law,
Israel and God agreed to this, Holy without any flaws.

From Moses to David, and a covenant for sure.
To follow the statutes, and have a Spiritual cure.
God commands through His Holy Book, to be faithful,
Do this, and your Lord will bless you, and you'll be eternally grateful.

Now today, is the beginning of Passover.
Reminding Israel of another promise to escape death, the real story right to the core.
Then the weekly seven days after, unleavened bread,
The night the Pharaoh cursed all the firstborn, ans all Egyptians first born were dead.

So in closing, Our Lord is a Spiritual judge,
He angers when we forget to fear Him. and He does hold a grudge.
Obey the Lord, be humble but bold, and sincere,
He will forgive you, you, me, his flock, whom He loves so dear'
Form: Rhyme

It's Not About You {he Is the One} (2)

Young and Old: It is time to
                       wake up;  Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the close eye's of supply and demand will offer a challenge that shall seperate the boy's
from the Man's. And to add to this remark, Women, whether you are white, black, red or what
ever choice that place's you in the catagory of demand. Your emotional fortitude alway will be
an issue, the supplie's of your womanhood, is that the challenge's of tomorrow supercedes 
any challenge's of yester-year's because the cause's of determination are often misunder-
stood when both sexes's think they are above their nature and their attitude is to be conc-
ieve as "good". But, "It's not about You". Old, middleage or new, a generation of viper's it is
not about you, not about the clothe's you wear or the self proclaim existence of your supply 
and demand. He spoke everything into its proper order of importence, now the evil beast  
[satin] and the self centered thought's of people's, have the forces of impurity been given to 
a society that's compel to do what they want too do. "Is that You".
Satin: has taken over the Churche's:  God created life: Mankind in its procurement to out-do
the essence of God himself, have accepted an abonminable disrespect unto himself and who
are the one's that suffer: Our Churche's, as an uppity blandent society of worshipper's, that
knows no God, has allow itself that the place of worship has become a dend of permissive be-
haviour. "It's not about You". It's about God (Jehovah) the name of Emanuel speake's that he 
is the Lord of everything. And the attitude of the peoples can not change one thing. With eye's
wide open and the spirit of love is resussited in generation upon generation recieving the
blessing of the Son; Young and Old, Shout-Out the cidditiness from your lungs. Accept and
believe. "He is the One".

Let the Bible speak's: Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeem with corruptible
1 Peter 1 18-19         thing's, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation recieved
                                by tradition from your fathers: But with the precious blood of
                                Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and spot:
Form: Narrative


The Night Before Christmas-Revisited:

"On Dasher and Dancer, Comet and Cupid"...eight tiny reindeer?
Doesn't that sound stupid?
Pulling a sleigh 'round the world in one night?
Only can happen at the speed of light.
Santa would fry due to friction...but not to worry, he's only fiction'

Mother and I were set for the night-tucked into bed- now turn off the light.
We heard a noise on our rooftop,Thunk thunk,thud"-would it ever stop?
What happened next (believe me. it's true),
The rafters gave way and he crashed through.

A fat foolish man in a red suit.
And he lugged a very huge bag of loot'
He got ashes and snow all over the floor.
I don't understand why he didn't use the door'

Pulling his pipe, he polluted the air, I asked him to stop, but he didn't care.
Handing me a tie made of pure silk, then he demanded,"Where's the cookies and milk?"
Everyone leaves him treats every year (occasionally something for the reindeer).
Since his demand had no effect on me, he turned around knocking over the tree.
Hours of work in an instant undone, but no time to re-trim it before morning's sun,
I told him to return from whence he came and not bother coming again'

He said all this junk was just meant to please us, but I told him he only  needs Jesus.
I told him the Lord meets all my needs. He said, "Yes, but I pander to greed."
I said my children, myself, and my wife had received the best gift- eternal life'
When this earthly race is done, we'll reside forever with God and His Son.

I could see his eyes fill with fear. 'Finally he said, " Man, I'm outa here."
He speedily left to cover the Earth, for he found that our home celebrates the Saviours birth.
As I survey our visitors mess, I can only say, "Merry Christmas and God Bless."

                                                                  Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                                  December 25, 1995* (The first serious poem that I ever wrote,
                                                                                                 Pretty funny cause it's not so serious, but 
                                                                                                 again it is serious.) Robert A. Ball
god
Form: Rhyme

Savior, Father

Risen forefathers comforted you on the mountain, and talked to you about your soon to be 
death. A great transformation came apon        you and your clothes shined like a great light. 
Confusion overcame                                                      your disciples and fear at this 
transformation                                                                    What does it all mean? We 
should build                                                                                 our lord a temple 
here in his                                                                                     honor and one to 
our fore                                                                                         fathers, here on 
this moun-                                                                                     tain. The skies 
became                                                                                         grey with no 
visibility                                                                                         The disciples were
afraid of                                                                                         God's power!!!
They saw                                                                                       and heard a voice 
in power                                                                                         Jesus instructed 
the disciples                                                                                    in what to do. 
Jesus had to                                                                                      face the cross
alone, he was                                                                              our only savior. 
Praise God there is  an empty tomb, he rose to be the ultimate sacrifice for our sins, and 
Moses and Elias are talking with Jesus in heaven today. Discussing his master plan for our 
lives!! The empty tomb was a reality, eternal life a blessing and gift of God for you and me!!
Inspired by Luke 9:28-36 KJV of the holy scriptures~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Form: Shape

Heaven Hell and Here

On the ground is 
where I lay and 
gaze into the sky, 
you're not supposed 
to question God but 
Lord I ask You why,

do recent world 
events effect the 
way that people 
live? Why some 
can't find a job to 
earn the cash to 
feed their kids.

A thorough 
explanation is the 
thing that I seek 
most, my mind is 
so intuative and I 
don't mean to boast,

but if there is a 
scheme so grand I 
need to ascertain, 
the reason why my 
people choose to 
cause and live with 
pain.

The birds that fly to 
Heaven now fall 
down from out the 
sky, the world is 
going crazy with the 
simple question 
why,

do fish that swim 
amongst the sea 
now wash up on the 
beach? What 
lesson, if there's 
any, are You really 
trying to teach?

The speculation 
brewing up by 
some? It all 
depends, the world 
and ev'rything we 
know, that soon it 
all will end,

the question we 
must ask ourselves 
before the earth is 
gone, is have we as 
a people earned the 
right to journey on?

The proof is in the 
pudding, look one 
way and back 
around, You'll 
notice that a lot of 
folks are napping 
underground,

through no fault of 
their own they live 
their days with 
gloom and strife, til 
someone with a gun 
arrives and BOOM, 
there goes a life.

I understand that 
some Dear God 
exist along the 
edge, of Heaven 
Hell & Here, they 
walk the wire to get 
ahead,

the balancing is 
worth it, that's what 
gets into their head, 
the surface though 
is highly waxed 
which means one 
slip, they're dead.

The thing that gets 
me most of all is 
how we treat our 
kids, they shouldn't 
have to suffer with 
the evil that we live,

I see them as the 
future not to quote 
Ms. Houston's 
song, a sentence of 
eternal Hell to those 
who do them wrong.

I think I'm just 
concerned Dear 
God if we are on the 
path, of 
righteousness 
forever in a world 
that everlasts,

myself I'm far from 
perfect but I do 
hope to achieve, I 
thank You God for 
list'ning don't give 
up on us, believe.
Form: Rhyme

Mohammed Afreet Takes the Heat

Mohammed Afreet Takes the Heat

By Elton Camp

Mohammed Afreet is a young family man.
To live quietly he is doing all that he can.
And like just about all people do,
He thinks his own religion is true.

“I was brought up in Islam,
So that is what I’ve become.”
Yet, for every extremist act
Poor Afreet will suffer attack.

“Hey there, you scum with the Islamic name.
For the New York attack you are so to blame.”
Such words he has heard for nine years
People keep blaming him for their fears.

“In this country I was born.
Was at work that awful morn.
It had nothing to do with me.
I live in peace as you can see.”

So-called Christians tend easily to forget
Many sins their religions have to regret.
Are they to blame for the Crusades
Because the Pope so many obeyed?

Or how Indians were left in the lurch
In the name of God and the church?
Or how the church the Bible did twist
To put “witches” on the execution list?

The churches, wars regularly support.
With the military much like to cavort.
Each side will pray to God to win
Whenever any conflict does begin.

When their foreign brothers are killed,
They let it be known they are thrilled.
But for all that’s done in Christ’s name
Are all called “Christian” really to blame?

I must freely admit, of course,
False religion’s a corrupt force.
But there’s also this to say:
Look around for a better way.

Even by those religionists who claim he’s adored,
Never has the example of Christ been so ignored.  
The sincere can expect to reach
Those who Bible’s truth teach.

From persecution Mohammed can’t expect relief.
Will be blamed for acts of any others of his belief.
That this is so clearly unfair
Few “Christians” seem to care.

A “reverend” wants the Koran to burn.
Common sense he much needs to learn.
For acts of those who call on Christ’s name,
I cannot rightly be expected to take blame.

In Mohammed’s case, this is also true.
He can’t help what extremists may do.
And even if a guilty terrorist I should see,
Bible says vengeance doesn’t belong to me.
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.
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Form: Rhyme

There's Room At the Table

thanks be to God that we have reached the year 2010
for many thought that mankind would not make it to this end
we now have cell phones, I-Pads and 24 hour TV
Hi-definition, internet access and a host of technology
but there's something to be said about the good old days
where people took the time to be together in a family way
to play, to talk and to dine together as often as they were able
on Sundays after church was there was always room at the table

when I think about that evening in the presence of Jesus the Christ
the Twelve Disciples at the Last Supper in celebrate of His life
Jesus was trying to prepare them for the coming trials and tribulations
the bread and wine to remind them that He would always be their salvation
but the Disciples seemed to be more concerned about who had the most clout
disputing about their positions and forgetting what Jesus was all about

we get so caught up in living that sometimes we're unable
to remember that with Jesus there's always room at the table
we all have issues, problems and personal situations
but we need to be constantly reminded who died for our salvation
to always remember that Jesus is our Holy Lord
and understand that we're solely here by His accord

as servants and disciples we need to comprehend
that it's not about our petty issues it's all about Him
we should never lose track of our purpose for being
that it's God ways that we should all be seeing
to always remember our Lord Jesus the Christ
to constantly be reminded of the lessons He gave on life
to keep Him on our minds during our times of trouble
to pray that His merciful hands be in the midst of our struggle

His love is not dependent on your position, status nor place
His mercy is given freely and so is His grace
so remember Him, stay committed to Him, give Him thanks and gratitude
for everything He's done and all that He's given to you 
just stay true to Jesus as often as you're able
for with Him there will always be room at the table
Form: Didactic

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