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In this time the cloth is unwoven, the threads laid bare.
Most of the dung removed, cleared, given no fare.
Massive steel plates hold back the uninvited from boarding the train.
Going and coming returning from far, how special the precious Saved Ones are!
Not as many by count, as expected to be, go only the accepted glorified in He.
The One by name Jesus Christ is He, by birth our Savior, God’s only Son.
The rapture has started transformation begun!
“Multitudes Missing” is what is said both of the living and of the dead.
Glory shone at the uniting above as Jesus ascended taking the Throne.
Angels and Saints at the table were there, celebrating the beginning
As promised by some, in the Book it is written the time has come.
To those uninvited still sinning below Tribulation unending they endure
Because death is not given for the unforgiven there is no cure.
Now that The Holy Spirit is gone replaced by the unholy one.
Three and one half years his reign will be before his anointment as
King of the land, then after another one half and three
From his throne he gathers his forces to make his stand.
In Jerusalem, after the Temple’s complete, is the place Armageddon has come.
Many the forces pressing the land foul and dirty sinners are they.
Angels from above sweet music they play, as their swords slash, many they slay.
The rest are all gathered sorted like sheep the wicked on the left and thrown into the deep
Where welcomed by him unholy for sure cured not forever burning in hell.
Be it certain, known for sure, Jesus has returned all hail the King.
For a thousand years he will reign all living forever no sickness or pain.
He is my God the only pure one born of a mortal, Spirit raised, God’s Son.
On the cross our sin debt He paid glory forever so easily gained
Not by good works impossible to do only in accepting as Savior, our Lord, King.
In living and doing such a small little thing why do so many risk certain despair?
Is it that we tangled in our lives, mundane as they are, have little care
For those less willing the truth to be know spread the message they must be shown!
Think now of forever the price they bear become an ambassador in Jesus’ name!
Hot is the pit with its flame burning bright engulfing a loved one what a terrible sight.
The time is at hand the cloth becoming bare; Jesus is the answer show you dare.
The generous character-carried-by them good-old-girls-and boys down-home country-copper-
roof-all filled-up-silos-wheat-turbines waiting ready outside the barn deer-skins pegged down
low the greater-story askant-of curiosity carrying the pureness of a child as to why... .
Smoked-up hickory-honey-bubbling bacon saged-up getta-gingerly-popping in the grease in
the skillets over the steadily-flaming-logs and-built-up-kindling ... .
Humbly growing up little farm-houses-rock streams-made by-the freedom-of-the-patient
hand-Bibles-on the-table in every-dwelling-place blessings of praise-that really gooey gooey
fudge-brewing slow... so-slow.
Cooked-up-apple and peach a plethora of assortments of berry pies cooling their lively smells
lifting up-and-drifting-about the grassy timber woods and hills in every available-window-sill
home made-ice-cream sweet-taffy-candy-moonlit-walks-with a real good friend-crawdad
hunting with my-Pa and Uncles cousins and Brother Sisters-Grand-Pa... . Stars parading along
on by with the sky's Moon-hovering-above casting the morning-stars-gentle, and-somewhat-
kinder reflection on-the-slumbering-land of crawler's... .
Our flashlights lights perusing cast-all-about searching-for-them... junker autos rumbling and
rolling off one distant-street-corner-easy childhood-days-rising up to greet-you laying-down
weighing in the balance-as the tender moments... ease-on-by.
Time my only vestige welcomed salvation, greater my safety-grace happily promenades-
about-the fringe-of the-day... . They ride-their-way-along-enchanted carried along churning
away-by the glimmering-crystal-streams motivated by-the-chipper woodland-winds... . My
faith, in-its relevance, emancipates.
Fragile, honest... willing... no time for resentment-innocence runs free now merrily skipping
with me across the meadow.
Gracious time the noble gesture freedom the-patient-journey-sown-of-humble yes the
truest divinity as patient-just yes-the devotion for all-through grace-made-open-my hope
remains willing-white cotton clouds captured in their lea way dancing two and fro remind
me even-more so... .
"Kill them with the virtues' of kindness" as my Father always said.
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Tender tales tall tell timely in earnest the fervency... divinity relevancy, reality
of the story. Stars shine bright cast their beauty liberally, sheen's of glassy rays of overt
light sparkle freely in their delight. Under the moon laughter... fills the night.
Swallows in their benignity... wade about puff up full and billow... shadow's in their whimsy
way, cast their welcoming in the warming, as the weeping tree weeps tears full as cool pool
shallows of crystal rock and alabaster sands promote their gentle fondness upon the pond
floor. Kindred the swallows in their promise, beauty-benignity... in-the moonlight they are one
with love, and running felicitous ... touched by the union follows closely the dove ... .
Divinity-has found a home.
Liberty residing evolving evermore-abounding well beside desire. The heart makes haste.
Peace stakes its claim in faith, in the Son's glorious arrival, abandon, absolution, return.
Cast about in the open gesture, blowing free in the ease of the wind growing abundantly like
the humming bird sipping on wild honey dribbling off the bees nests fresh in the rising
Summer Sun... .
Splashing onto dew drops glistening as you know they always do lying upon lilac flower
petals, dandelions growing even more elaborate carried along with the blueberry cakes
popcorn and soda I've just consumed... .
Yes mid the dance of the weeds love, is a gift, of life. Given perfect union, form, fashioning,
purpose. Advancing onward outward-upward throughout all within all around us surrounding
us as it grows.
And hearing the sweetness of its cry.
All in flight... birds-come fluff up billow grow full make their refuge-mid His wake... ! God's
Joy, illustrious welcome lay anew under the sky's elucidated everywhere and there, peace, is
here... every way and lea way dancing in and between the light, and as for now... time lye
still... . Is thrown about and back again, time and again everywhere asunder, and I-feel truly
He's saying to all of us... as again He states this to me...
"Take the time... friend... "Hold on"".
"I've got you... ."
"Everything... will be all right... !"
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JUST HOLD MY HAND
IN YOUR TIME OF SUCH DESPAIR.
YOU SHOULD KNOW I REALLY CARE.
WHEN YOU THINK YOU CAN'T GO ON.
JUST HOLD MY HAND, FROM DUSK TO
~DAWN.~
I HAVE YOUR LOVED ONE SAFE AND
SOUND.
THE ANGELS GATHERED ALL AROUND.
\ THEY PATCHED Her UP AND GAVE Her
~~WINGS~~
AND NOW CAN REST AND FLY AND SING.
UNTIL IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO SEE.
WALK BY FAITH AND JUST BELIEVE.
YOU'RE BEING GUARDED DAY BY DAY.
SHE'LL SEND ANGELS TO SHOW THE WAY.
JUST HOLD MY HAND FROM DUSK TO
DAWN.
I HAVE YOUR LOVED ONE. SHE'S SAFELY
HOME.
~~jesus~~~
BY MAFLongfellow
Form:
Hospital wards and waiting rooms do not take holiday breaks
When a loved one is so seriously ill it is hard to celebrate
So bravely he said in the ICU family room as strangers all drew near:
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
Some were visiting fathers whom had hearts that had given out
Some had little children there and their faith was left in doubt
He was there to be with his wife, the woman he held so dear –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
“I know that I know none of you and I hope I am not being rude;
And I know the decorations in here really are awfully crude;
But I thought it might just help a little to bring some Christmas in here –
Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
They shared handshakes and hugs and told some wonderful stories
About the loved ones they were visiting and hopes of future glories
Some stress was released and strangers helped wipe each other’s tears –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
Doctors dropped in and nurses, too, to pass along some news
Knowing that this was no place to be if anyone could choose
They saw people who once were strangers all now family, quite clear –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
As the season came to an end some of the patients did go home
Unfortunately for others there they would leave the hospital alone
But everyone forever remembered the husband who met them with this cheer –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
I desire as it is still-my quiet-longing as it is as well I believe my right to be as honest, yes to
lust for it together with you from here to here on after, for peace; and as I do-as you do too I
would presume — if you are able to look yourself to know it in the eyes of one another to be
a certain struggle that is all-together one in the same — you'll see it too whether today you
can bring yourself to fully conceive-it-or-not... ." (~) ~
~ (~) "Yes today I can find no difference, except for on what that given day may be...
or bring." (~) ~
~ (~) "Because the more the merrier I used to say, spend spend spend spent, not to worry
there's another paycheck on the way;
but there's never enough when you truly want it or need I often-think... ! (~) ~
~ (~) Because just as derelict I am as-much-fruitless from time to time as it is righteous,
because moneys will-come-as-they go, it's Okay though, I truly don't mind that-it-came from-
the-broken, and always-tired-back, yes this-simple and-ever driven-soul-that-I-bare; can
dare;
and so when I digress today I just move-to-terry... . (~) ~
~ (~) Round and round and round we go again today whether working with a hangover or
gritting my teeth with my worried mind watching the clock tick-tock-tick ticking-away-towards
quitting-time, and a brighter hour;
yes another happy hour... !" (~) ~
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~ (~) The true meaning I-am-I feel of a tiered heart the open actions of a sinner,
God be Him as I believe undoubtedly I know He is;
I pray He grant me mercy. (~) ~
~ (~) Though time may further wither-placate beholden may His grace bring me the merry
day I fall laying broken before His goodness. (~) ~
~ (~) Shadows they play mid the Sun's subtle-and-ominous tones, freedom telling tells
always of-more time...
whether it be mordant, or by future tense that lay still dormant. (~) ~
~ (~) Haven't any moneys to think of I could steel buy or borrow, leaving-someday-maybe-
today... remembering time a treasure pleasure of the past present always possible-future —
but open I am, though time my greatest teacher — is killing this pupil. (~) ~
~ (~) Some softly woven-vibrantly-spoken words-mellow tones all of these I have given in
my life, though now I pray truly they be virtuous. (~) ~
~ (~) The body aches, the mind crying in its wake, tiered now I feel I have taken-endured
enough, though I know death its-always-consuming me, before I go let its hope grant the light
to see for another, let-my words be-final... genuine; undivided-and-bold. (~) ~
~ (~) "Humbly, as I pray it would be for you, death; as I can only hope it would be with me...
may it-move-to you sweetly... ." (~) ~
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THE PASSING OF TIME
It was a warm April day, early in Spring
My mind sharply aware of everything
I heard the buzz of a bee on new spring flowers
I heard birds chirping – I listened for hours
I heard the whine of a small plane in the blue
And thought, for a moment, I'd like to fly too
As my thoughts soar along on this beautiful day
I blinked, only once, and then it was May
I marveled at this and knew only too soon
That in the twinkling of an eye, it would be June
How quickly time flies when we look at events
We wonder and ponder just where the time went
There suddenly seems to be a chill in the air
The leaves have fallen – the trees are all bare
We gather the family for Thanksgiving Day
And know that Christmas is not far away
But what's that I hear, as my thoughts start to spin
It's that bee in the flowers buzzing again
Where did the time go? I ask myself
I wish I could keep it in a box on a shelf
But time marches on, and days fly away
And we must realize that time cannot stay
Each day can not be the same as the last
There's a future beyond us and a time that has passed
As you're reading these words, written some time ago
There's something I wish you all to know
On earth, time will end for you and for me
But in Heaven with our Lord, it's for eternity
Curtis Moorman
3 April 2005
From the moment we inhale that first life-giving breath,
'Til the day we exhale the inevitable rale of death,
We're allotted a few ticks of the clock for life's rocky bourne,
To champion all that is good and all that is evil to scorn!
Do we take time to bind the wounds of those we have pained,
Or ask forgiveness from those whose honor we have stained?
For the lonely, hungry and homeless regardless of their creeds,
Do we share our time and alms to supplement their needs?
Do we thank Him for the awesome universe giving us pleasure?
Do we hug our kids telling each that they are a precious treasure?
Have we taken time to mentor and encourage others along the way,
And their fears and apprehensions, have we helped to allay?
Have we taken time to console those who have suffered loss,
To walk that extra mile with them to help bear their cross?
Have we taken time to foster peace, goodwill and brotherhood,
And practice the simple, yet apt, Golden Rule as we should?
Time inexorably marches on - alas, our time on earth is fleet.
There's no turning back the clock or rewinding it to repeat,
Things left undone or hoped for during our earthly walk.
Consider this - we have just so many ticks allotted by the clock!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Though the time has come
To say good bye
The bond we share
Will never die.
You were my friend
Yet so much more
You walked on two
I ran on four.
You touched my heart
And made me feel
A simple love
I knew was real.
You blessed my life
With your loving care
And when I needed you most
You were always there.
I want you to know
That I’m still here
I live in your heart
And I’m always near.
I’m the warm sun
Brightening your day
I’m the gentle breeze
Chasing your blues away.
My spirit is a snowflake
Dancing to the ground
You can feel my presence
In the silence all around.
Though the time has come
To say good bye
I continue to live
In the vast blue sky.
This poem was written for a very special Rottweiler named Nakita, who touched the hearts of
many with her beautiful smile and strong attitude. Due to cancer, on October 30, 2009 her
owners were forced to make that dreadful decision. Having had to make that dreadful
decision myself back in 1998, I felt their pain and wrote this poem. I then placed placed the
poem on a picture of Nakita in photoshop. I blew the picture poem up to an 8x10 and gave
it to Nakita's owners. It was a gift that made them cry, but also touched their hearts!