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~ (~) The journey towards home, yes quiet the tender longing, my soul, weary, inside inside-
out in between outside all about;
given the struggle, attention... being and remaining always seemingly to be quiet-and quite
the insidious, aspiration, perfection, whereas it would lie finally;
it stands-for-me-to be-yet-incomplete... yet and still forever-transfixed;
my peace, the simple fulfillment humble fruit, gentle blessing of this hope. (~) ~
~ (~) Such it is this journey for me, struggle... greatest-ambition... my joy full and
overflowing in the day of its fruition. (~) ~
~ (~) Just like a diamond in the rough glistening-there-lying in the snowdrops; given the
honest exclusions of my soul at-times covertly divided absent-growing-evermore-futile the
original vision of it I feel now, request far more... ! (~) ~
~ (~) Love I believe forever providing abiding beside the truth telling overtly of this —
conjured up all the remnants of fallacies-as-they-are I've-come-to-see will always try to keep
the heart mind in complete denial — as grace is the only hope as well I believe delighting
thriving there amid the-space-between... . (~) ~
~ (~) For all of us, mercy, these simple treasures are-what I pray do-remain, I mean imagine
if it were the-day-that-they-wouldn't-care-to-be — oh I know yes the quiet-separation, perfect
longing, confusion-within — oh-God yes Heaven-forbid... ! (~) ~
~ (~) I mean brogue-down beaten up-chartreuse black purple handed down to me my face...
grappling-I'm not yet crippled my soul lay opened amenable amendable-willing-now-desiring
only for this one-conviction the charity of-your Mercy... .. (~) ~
~ (~) Touched by this I was also though back in the day though nary I know the way it went
my joy it left me in my hate... . (~) ~
~ (~) Consumed I became like an angry wind by someone something else, but I too believe
as well and consider it today to be ultimately by the allowance of the merciful outstretched
hand of God... .. duly abiding-by-His-word, in-Faith... .. (~) ~
~ (~) And so I offer this one exclamation to Him hoping for nothing greater or less than this
result as I say for-another-time; "Okay God, you have my attention now, I am listening... !"
(~) ~
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Tis Tornado season
As it's dark and cloudy
Lighting strikes down
Weather alerts sounds
Tornado Watches
Be watchful
For tis the season
Tornados come
Be always Prepared
To take Shelter
Then Alerts Sounded
Tornado in sight
Touched and grounded
Tornado's whips through towns
People.. go to where Shelter is found
Some Tornados are ever so fast
Doesn't give any a chance
Be always prepared.. take shelter
But then some Tornado's are slow
Allowing a person get shelter..
When tis time to go
Be always prepared.. take shelter
But in both cases
Nothing tho is left
where ever Tornado goes
but just the ground tis left to show
Reminds me..
Of Now.. the season
Of the End times
Be Watchful
Be Always Prepared
Come to Jesus-- Take Shelter
For the Day of Lord
Trumpets will sound
Jesus shall come..
Be always prepared
Fast as Lighting strikes
Across the sky's
From the East to West
As Jesus comes
Whomsoever
Belongs to Him
Shall meet with Him
In the Clouds
Live Eternally
Forever with Him
(Jesus is our Shelter)
Be Prepared
To be with our Lord
When day He comes
Be always watchful
Knowing..
(With Jesus You have Eternal Shelter)
Now tis Endtimes
Time is at Hand
Tis the Season
Come to Jesus Christ
Receive Eternal Life
Knowing...
(For Jesus is Our Shelter)
Where is your Shelter?
In these End-times
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There are many of us... whom are Tornado Chasers
Just like there is many of us... whom are Witnesses for Christ
Whole purpose is to Save Souls
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Please Pray... for all those whom is going through the disasterous times of Tornadoes..
Recently.. Tornadoes devastation.. taken place in many states..
Pray for all of them and their Familys..
Form:
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Went-about to-
pray-one-Christmas-morning-
to-Jesus, and-as I looked around
and gazed in my way upon-a place a
ways, afar. I could-see-the generous gapes-
of the giving-trees, as-so-they are. Nestled
down between the broken valley-of Gods-open-will.
As they were-that day one-better sight for-me-to-see; and-
one-greater-pleasure-to-be-told-of, and-for-the-long-standing-passion-
of-my fancy; still. For yes-they are the one true rare beauty's-thriving-
amid-the-grace of this most-humble land. With the wholesome hearts, and-
outstretched-hands. As amid this, the latter-days of the summers-fall. They
stand in the light of Gods hope ready-to provide their bounty, to-whomever-
may-come to-call. For they are open-too, for the many come a feathered-wing.
To-bring-for-them, the-finer-nature, of a better-thing. With-one glorious purpose
brought-forth through the-generosity of-His open-heart; one-so-softly spoken.
There they live to serve-God-moving freely amid the-beauty forever-evolving-in-
the-open way, of-His-tender-love and-devotion, offering-their solace, as-a-simple
haven, one shared in reverence for the wisdom instilled and-followed-so-humbly-
and-found to-be well, within the nature, of the raven. As to offer, a sweeter fruit
is what they bring. As to sway they dance, as in their joy they sing, and for the
love of a life as so to renew. Another day has risen up and shines upon them
mid sparkling morning dew; and if you were to hear them this Christmas
season, then surely you would have listened. As gingerly they move to-
dance-and-play in unison; so-as-to-shimmer-in-their-way-together, as-
they glisten, and-as-for a gift for all, a grateful-heart-is for them-
their only-passion. As-it is-
in-their-
way, and-
by-our Lord-
God Jesus; One
so-forever; fashioned. ~
The contradiction of sight to thought
In a vision that exist in the mysterious realms of time, the search continues
The questions raised in my next breath, the answers pursued in the thereafter.
A hand placed on the shoulder of the chosen
Response to responsibility, I embrace the day with a smile
The Bridge…
The challenges are pre-existent in the nature of nurtured souls trained to love yet taught to
hate;
If the thirst of knowledge does not drive the understanding the purpose is lost.
I’m drawn, intrigued by what is to come, no evil to end yet Heaven holds the promise
everlasting.
The lighted path secures my footsteps
And wisdom?
Leave it for others to judge and one day understand.
The wise will never pause to understand wisdom yet the norm pauses to question it,
arrogantly.
Walk on by…
Torment fuels the seven deadly.
The lack of, the wasteful abundance of…
How do I cry and show my strength to the vindictive? Should I wait for them?
And love?
“Those nails in your hands must have hurt terribly”.
A hand placed on the shoulder of the chosen.
Response to responsibility, I embrace each day with a smile.
The Connection…
A grain of sand given time and time again, so gracious as a knock at the door
My mind moves meticulously as I paint this picture.
The world continues to change yet the challenge is in the consistence of time,
Every second is born anew yet dies alike. What we do with that second defines who we are.
Today I will rise and rest like my father, and love again tomorrow.
A hand placed on the shoulder of the chosen
Response to responsibility, I embrace this day with a smile…
By
K. Dortch
Form:
Sitting by the shore one day
I listen as the Angels play
On golden Harps and sing of Jubilee.
Basking in God's Perfect Light
Eternally, what pure delight
Sitting by the shore of the Crystal Sea.
Standing on the bank one day
Beneath the Tree of Life I'll stay
Enjoy the shade and watch the water's flight.
Peaceful breezes stir the air
As Angels hover here and there
Beneath the Tree, beside the River of Life.
Standing by the Gate one day
Greeting those who've been away
Earth and Heaven ours to freely roam.
Friends and loved ones all around
Strangers here cannot be found
God's bright Heaven our eternal Home.
One day I'll spend with family
Friends and loved ones happily
Gathered in the mansion built for me
Laugh and love and share the day
None need ever go away
It’s better here than I dreamed it could be.
One day we'll gather one and all
Assembled in the Banquet Hall
To celebrate the marriage of the Lamb.
Wayward sinners, we His bride
Will dwell forever by the side
Of the Son and Groom, the Great I Am.
One day I'll kneel in awe and love
And bow before His Throne above
Honoring my Lord, my God, my King.
I can’t breathe I’m so undone
He bids me rise and calls me son
And says He Loves me more than anything!
Standing by the shore one day
A thousand years have gone their way
Everyday as fresh and new as spring
Here the wonders never cease
Neither Love, nor Joy, nor Peace
Forever praise to Jesus, Lord and King!
I am above the influence
For I am aware the consequence
If I choose the corrupted path
The statistics waiting to classify my soul
Oppressors can’t steal away this joy,
Though they try every level of tactics, every obvious ploy
I can see the sunshine even when shadows of darkness fog the pathway
Through the eye of the storm I see the outcome of peace
Discriminators can’t take away this joy I have inside
No need to hide my wings if I choose to fly high as I please
Enjoying this day with such ease
Even if I appear consumed by complacency
I am bypassing negativity contagious to the soul and mind
I am above the influence
For I am aware the consequence
The statistics waiting to disguise my identity
I have no sad songs and my heart to sing
No blue notes to play in the key of “this day”
Through the eye of the storm I see… paradise
I don’t have to think twice about where I longed to be
I am sure of one thing… I am still for right now and that’s all that seems to matter
I am above the influence
For I am aware the consequence
The opinions of others … they desire my mind to process
Swallow whole the notion I am inferior to them,
How I am an intern in the name of status quo
To yield the ignorance that breeds lost troubled souls
They fail to know…
Naysayers can’t possess this joy I have inside
Where love and happiness collide
I am granted blessed with another day to see
A mind elevated
Above the influence
It was a cold, rainy morn,
the day little Josh Weaver was born.
No one could know what could possibly lay in store,
or what kind of child Mrs. Weaver bore.
As the years passed and Josh began to grow,
certain special talents began to show.
He had a voice that could soothe both beast and man,
and a touch that could heal better than any doctors can!
There are some things simply not intended for man to understand,
and Little Josh was certainly a phenomenon across this land.
But every time the boy would heal some one it seemed to take his strength away,
and like most kids his age Little Josh was not afforded a time to play.
It seemed the only thing Little Josh ever knew,
was sickness and caring for others as he grew.
Then one day out side his home a crowd appeared,
comprised of many who were sick and lame, too much for Little Josh his mother feared.
She tried so hard to make them understand and leave,
but Little Josh couldn't stand to see people in pain or have them grieve.
Outside he called to the saddened crowd, let me see what I can do,
gather round and all hold hands and hold mine too.
As the healing poured through the crowd that day,
little Josh was taken away.
What a gift, he freely gave,
what a heart, so big and brave.
This story reminds me of another man whose life he freely gave,
and His gift of love was so all that are lost have the chance to be saved.
Living:
That magnificent process which progress from day to day;
Each day different than the one before'
Alas, time does not permit us to stand still.
Oh, we may resist, and dig in our heels;
But in a mere twenty-four hours we will awake in a brand
New day which is God's gift to us.
How we utilize that day is our gift to Him.
We can choose to reminisce;
Recalling things that used to be or how our lives were run;
But what has passed can never be replicated today.
No matter how diligently we attempt to drag,
The memory into the light of today with our many chains'
When we thought as children this seemed to be possible.
Now, having matured, we find it necessary to view life differently.
Every morning presents unique possibilities;
New challenges are present; also new joys'
All things have been made new for us,
And, like it or not, we are coerced into confronting these changes.
However, the thought occurs to me,
That we can willingly embrace change,
Just as easily as we dwell in the past midst
Those things that used to be'
So obviously the decision of today remains,
Will we accept the change, or continue to cling to the chains.
Arthur C. Ball (H.S.L.P.)
February 24,2002
Just ask... believe
then shall receive
God's gift of Glory
for Eternity
You shall Receive
Just look... seek
then shall... find
Jesus is waiting
time after ... time
just ask... believe
then shall... receive
God's promises
out of Love...
given to thee...pray
Born-again... Totally Free
Just like a butterfly
wrapped in a cocoon of sin
Fighting to get out.... from with-in
then Jesus came... to set us Free
once accept and believe in Him
Ask for Forgiveness of all our sins
New creature in Christ... is Born-again
Changes with in and out.... comes about
Preparing us for our New life.. Eternally
Given a New Life..
With Our Savior Jesus Christ
born into this world
all around and within is sin
wanting to be redeemed
all born in this world... full of sin
which...wrapped around us
time and time again
trying to get free... holding on
not letting us be
Jesus came...
to rescue you and me
He died on the Cross..
He Risen.... set us totally free
come to Jesus ...
become born-again....reborn
changes with-in... shall form
a New creature.. in Christ
Preparing us ...
cleansing day by day...for Eternal life
lets all get ready ...for the shall be
the day of Our Lord.. Our Savior
takes us away..
for eternity
Lifes unwinding path
Coming to the Truth
Of Choice...
Form:
Future becomes the present
The present becomes the past
Last shall finish first
First shall finish last
To satisfy our hunger for vanity
We eat the grapes of wrath
Good things happen for bad reasons
Tell me who do you believe in
I’ve journey the green mile
Beseech and you will see
I am destiny’s child
Versatile with a perfect style
Taking a sip then a dip in the rive Nile
Start to finish
The beginning of the end
What goes up comes down
Just follow the trend
Once a man and twice a child
All goods things are for a while
Change that frown to a smile
Time never stops ticking
The sand in the hourglass won’t stop dripping
The sun signifies a new day has come
The moon signifies the new day is done
Why do the good die young?
A child is born
While mother looses her son
From the womb to the tomb
In between is where I loom
What goes around comes around
Don’t jump in the water if you can’t swim
Otherwise you’ll surely drown
Just as the earth is round
If you make a noise you’ll hear a sound
Please don’t turn it upside down
Every action there’s a reaction
Every disappointment has its satisfaction
Inferior metamorphoses to superior
Majority transcends to minority
To progress forward and never look back
You have to keep your balance intact