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Forgiveness from God has been granted to all who choose to accept it.
It was made possible as a result of Christ's atoning death on the cross.
New life and eternal pardon are freely given to anyone who receives Christ.
Incredible as that may sound, it is true because Christ died and rose again.
Sacrifices and good deeds can never qualify us to be good enough for heaven.
Heaven is a place for 'forgiven ones', even those like the dying thief on the cross.
Eternity is a long time to be in the Presence of God and away from all that's evil.
Devils, demons, damnation, doom, and destruction will be forever obliterated.
03192019PoSoupContest, Week 4, March 2019, Brain Strand
Legacy in the Poetry of Lyrics
Cold snow filled December day named thirteen
Heard the first notes of your lyric legacy,
Left handed December child of beguiling mischief,
Exploding in advent of an undiscovered melodic tone poem
Sometimes dark as winter thunder struggle
Thrashing on the ocean of mourning and compulsive meter -
A soliloquy of west side stories shouted over inner demons -
Then in conversion modulating to an ode of selfless chorus,
Selfless melody of rhythms and of rhymes,
Epic verses – a mission to wrap the earth in ribbons of melody
Stanzas sung by all the birds of the forest –
Invited - chanted in lists of litany
Over poetic prairies and mountain lentos
Assonance and alliteration gaze tenderly
As the rhythmic heartbeat diminishes in each line
Then stops!
Elegy of a thousand voices
Rises to mourn then celebrate legacy emptied out
Ever to be recited in plain chant and aria – freely given
As the love poem recited by embracing open eternal arms.
In memory of Dr. L. Scott Martin – my vocal coach extraordinaire of 20+ years, my colleague and my friend who saved my voice after two vocal surgeries. He never turned away any earnest student. His life was a poem – a lament and a song of praise. His legacy lives in the hundreds of voices he trained who continue his poem and his song.
her name is not even mentioned in the Holy Scriptures
but the widowed woman who gave two mites left a lasting picture
when no one mentions their name most people get put out
but who cares about a name as long as God's business you're about?
as quick as she was mentioned in the text she was gone
but she left us a legacy on which to build on
it's not about you giving in a big flashy way
it's not about giving grudgingly and then proudly walking away
it's not about the Pastor calling out the amount of money you've given
it's about giving from the heart and how in Christ you're living
Jesus pointed out this woman's deed as something we all should discern
to give freely and sacrificially is what He wanted His Disciples to learn
to give your last two cents, what would it mean to you?
she gave her last two cents, would you give yours freely too?
in the Biblical days there was no such thing as Social Security
most widowed women lived in abject poverty
but she gave all she had, she did what she could
she gave from the heart and Jesus saw that as good
but what if it were you in the same position
what would you do? what would be your decision?
your last two cents coming from your heart
your last two cents priceless in the eyes of God
to give from the inside in tune with your spiritual self
as giving from the heart is not measured by one's wealth
as those who give thousands they tend to do it just for show
but to give your two cents worth is how you spiritually grow
so what motivates you when it comes to the Lord Christ?
what is the underlying provocation that rules your life?
the amount of money that you give is what mankind uses to measure
but the motivation for giving is the thing that God treasures
God can't use what you give if it's not freely given
it matters not the amount it's about how you're living
we want God to bless us but to Him we rob and short-change
He only asks for ten percent and even that we can't seem to maintain
we wonder why what we pray on doesn't seem to manifest
yet we aren't willing to put our two cents worth to the test
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the blessings of the Lord add wealth without troubles
the blessings of the Lord only by Him can be doubled
your two cents worth would you give it to God?
your two cents worth make sure its coming from the heart
All Scripture and Tradition teach that we should never fear.
Don’t wait to speak until you find a sympathetic ear.
But preach to every nation: Let’s be loud and let’s be bold!
Just like our Lord and Savior. Yes, and all the saints of old.
Let’s dare to be courageous! Daily pray for greater faith.
Cooperating with God’s gift of freely given grace.
To speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
As those who went before us did so all those yet to be
Might understand Christ theologically, historically.
And we who struggle now, let this be our inspiration:
We’re the “saints of old” to every future generation!
So, dare to be courageous! Build your works upon your faith.
And, open to the Spirit, be accepting of God’s grace.
And speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For, we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
How great is our God! Let it be clearly understood
All Mighty is the Ascendent of all things Good.
He is restoring our suffering Nation
Through the strength of one immovable man
Who will not be swayed from the vision of greatness
God gave him for our beloved and cherished land.
From the beginning of Her inception we have held
The same heartfelt desire for Peace, Prosperity and Hope.
Our Vision of Freedom is released through sacrifice
Freely given from Patriots as Love flows from our souls.
To those destined to lead, the obstacles are made very clear,
Evil and madness embedded, entrenched never prevails.
Through weakness and fear, the Opposition tries to defeat us
With shocking and unnatural forces, and violent assails.
God sees every assault upon our Nation, Her people and land
By those falsely bleating their self-righteous and immoral stand.
They are dripping with venom and hatred for every good soul,
Yet our great God protects us against their raging vitriol.
He leads us upon the path of Righteousness as we follow His call
To defend our fractured Nation and keep Her safe for all.
How great is our God! He delivers us from evil,
Restores us with His Grace and renews our Hope and Trust.
We will not be conquered by the sins that abound
And accepted as normal by the far leftist hounds.
God is the Infinite Power that is steering our Nation now,
And we are forever grateful He is turning us around.
His principles strong, President Trump holds fast
To the morals and actions that keep America first.
No longer called the disgraced, degraded and deranged;
Never again will She be derogated, relegated the last.
How great is our God! Who has shown forth His Light
And raised a battalion of worthy leaders ready to fight.
United and hopeful, we stand as one, unafraid
Holding steadfast to the promises of Peace we have made.
From this moment forward we are resolute and strong.
Let “How Great is our God!” be our rousing anthem.
We, the ReUnited States of America, have a new victory song.
Stay with me near, O God.
This night is dark,
and yours, my day grows colder, still.
O' god the little spark you lent to me, my courage
By your grace it ebbs from me'.
Today this day is long, my soul belongs to thee.
Red, to no one else, stay with me God.
Here when I am naught but weak.
You made me stronger still.
Stilled when I, again until it dies.
He answered heard
Patience, I am coming near.
Do you hear the marching of their feet?
So many trapped in thought, will you grow meek?
Inside out the great divide none but I, may hide.
The many secrets of thine brilliant eyes.
Bright light the stars you feel my warmth upon your face,
As I come near you stilled, don't cry.
Don't fear the face of whom he is, then said, I am.
Your prayer heard
This little spark I am your gem by grace was lent to me.
Freely given back by me, to you.
You give again to some one else in need,
'Perhaps to they, some other child.
I can hear the great black horse it's hooves sound near'!
Yours is the face, I lived to fear to be, I see, the coming of the lord.
A world in need and now again I sleep once more until.
Between the caverns of the soul
lies Shangra la
if only I could reach it
perhaps through my breath
drowing out this world's racious noice
transporting myself to a time and place
where primitive liaisons lie
waiting to entice me back
I long for firmament of another time
where the simpler events are not so catastrophic
and where children can play
without fear harm
their happy buzzing nature
free from cares and troubles
Between the caverns of the soul
lies shangra la
untouched and unblemished
you can see the primitive birds
in the sunlight
dance upon the breezes
of sweet rarified air
that purifies and transcends
air we breath today
and were love
freely given and taken
is the way of being
This country United
one can clearly see
only blind hide in truth
Illegally a government seizes power
against the vote with a clear strike
Overthrowing moral grounds
At which point do we say enough
Their soul aim to enforce ill will
against good standing people
It's a mutiny against freedom of choice
using it to kill babies
Exploiting our democracy fact
You bloodless hounds without spines
are only in it for the money
Crawling vermin hidden underneath the table
Fighting for scraps sick agendas
I am a son of David from the clans of ulster
As state assets are freely given away
Without consent their should be a public outcry
Democratic Republic sits on the right side
All the left wing who will hang this nation
Out to dry as they rob ores
from underneath our feets destroying our land
with your greed creating poverty
Selling away our basic rights and commodities
sick reality without virtues
To gain their thirty pieces
We need to stand and defend our constitution
for our children's sake and their dowry
As they sign the pact
One which will weight
heavy on their souls as we are raped
continuesly of our sovereignty
Human rights ignored for no good reason
enough is enough I have a voice
any laws passed by this circus
Undemocraticly elected government
Is not backed or passed by the peoples choice
this needs to be called into order as a state
Crisis of emergency by the judges
They who stand for truth to address
Should judge according to the law laid down
What twisted minds we have!
Fascinated by dark ritual,
sacrifice of human blood
to call black magic to our aid.
Alluring secret knowledge,
perilous complexities;
attempting to control
the supernatural.
How can this make sense anymore?
Two thousand years ago,
the Divine bled itself for us,
granted us power
despite our unworthiness and ignorance.
Freely given, and open to the light.
A ritual beyond our wildest dreams.
So condescendant, the Lord of the Light,
for all that we must do
is to believe,
and to eat,
And all is ours...
The terms of the pact really make no sense,
but God makes all things new.
3 June 2024
For the gift of verse, thank you Lord,
I'm grateful too for the endowments of rhyme;
These are apparatus of treasured worth
Given to a juvenile youth at so early a time,
Of a tender age of score and three
And as green as the leaves of a virgin tree.
Now, thank you Father for the blessing of greatness
And praise to you for the trappings of fame;
Glory to your omnipotence for the joys of name,
Hallowed be your name for the riddance of pettiness
And honour to you for benediction of sense;
All these I'll use for your laudation hence.
Many have tried these assets to nurture
And saints for them did pray,
But acquired not these invaluable tools;
I'm a sinner and I often forget to repent every day,
Yet these vitals have given me.
Let pride and conceit overtake me not
And let me thrush the iron while its hot;
Let me bake the dough of rhyme while its lithe
And to the Muses of renown pay my tithe.
Let me not compare my lines with anyone else's
But through practise better my art ;
Let me not commit the despicable offenses
Of praising my outstanding craft.
Whatever the words use I feel like I'm saying less;
Again, thank you for the effortless finesse
That you've freely given to one humble out of choice,
Or perhaps his pious parents long ago raised their voice
That upon their son you place this treasure;
And thus their prayers you've answered to the measure.
And when it envelopes the bliss of death,
When the blanket of cold shall suffocate my breath,
Remember my toils of verse and virtue,
And let in my soul be done a searching by you;
That I may qualify for life everlasting,
And among the angels I shall eternally sing.
And herebelow let not my poetry rot
When I join your seraphic lot;
Let generations upon generations to the end
Sing my verse till He come's that sinner's friend.