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When we say "Our Father" what do we mean?
How do we know what is unseen?
How can we tell, not seeing a face,
Are we sure that we're here by His Grace?
I thought about all this before I believed,
In my heart I knew God's grace I received.
So I say Our Father at the start of my prayer,
The grace I received tells me that He's there.
"Who art in heaven",In my prayer I say
His peace is mine when I feel dismay.
I know that I know that God lives in me,
I know he is He is also everywhere.
I rest in peace because I'm in His care.
In my prayer I say Who art in Heaven,
His peace is mine when my heart feels leaden.
He is living in me yet I can rest in His arms,
My name is forever written on His palms.
"Hallowed be Thy Name", I cry when I pray,
When I give up my thanks every day.
Glory to Him on that heavenly throne,
All honor is His for I am His own.
Hallowed is to be Holy, My God above.
So I cry Holy to The One that I love.
"Thy Kingdom come".
And dwell in me for all to see.
May Your light shine through me,
When I speak of Thee.
As I go about my life this day,
I pray that your light will guide my way.
The Kingdom is for me a quest,
Until I reach it I will not rest.
"Thy Will be done".
Jesus himself before His arrest had begun,
Prayed, Not mine but Thy Will be done.
I say now that as my spirit is weak,
It is Your Will and strength I seek.
As I go about my way in life,
I pray You keep me from all strife.
"On earth as it is in Heaven", we say,
Your Will be ours is how we must pray.
Try hard to be as pure as we can today,
By not spreading gossip along the way.
Helping our brother who may need a hand,
It doesn't take much to make life grand.
"Give us this day our daily bread",
This comes after the Glories have been said.
We are not at our best with nothing to eat,
Our body, mind & spiritual needs we must meet.
So as we arise with each dawn we must pray,
That God infills us with His manna in every way.
Man does not live on bread alone Jesus says,
The very word of God will feed us all our days.
"Forgive us our trespasses", we pray,
We are asking God to clear the way.
Remove the stumbling blocks in our life,
So we can journey without worldly strife.
To be released from this burden is why we ask,
It is how we can make our way an easier task.
© Dave Timperley 10 June 2017
Earth's Tragic Events
Earth's tragic events
Seem to crawl upon us,
Anniversaries of deadly happings
Spread across our atlas.
Today marks an anniversary
Of the San Francisco earthquake,
It happened back in 1906
The earth did violently shake.
The Titanic was deemed "unsinkable"
By her brave Captain,
Hit an iceberg off the coast of Newfoundland
Her maiden voyage, came to an end.
The sister ship to the Titanic
Met her bitter end too,
Named "Gigantic," renamed "Britannic"
Struck a mine, sank, she was also subdued.
Then there was air disasters
The Hindenburg, should be mentioned,
Caught fire in mid air
The sky that fateful day, was blackened.
We have also been through
Two deadly World Wars,
Many people killed along the way
Something, the world couldn't ignore.
Earthquakes and hurricanes
Are to blame too,
Lives lost and still remembered
This world needs to be rescued.
Nuclear power plants
Blowing up and spreading deadly gases,
Twenty years ago today, it happened
People are still suffering in masses.
People following a person
Whom claimed he was Jesus' disciple,
Murdered innocent women and children
Thought he was the King of his castle.
A building blown up and defaced
By two insane people,
Small children in kindergarten perished
This world holds a hateful burden.
Kids taking guns to school
Thinking they're all that,
Killing fellow students and people who teach
Please, it's finally time to throw in the hat.
Planes crashing through buildings
By terrorists filled with hate,
A President fighting a battle for his father
Another war, it did create.
Bombs being placed on buses
Watch restaurants and skies ignite,
People's lives being short-lived
Relatives filled with fright.
Subways and trains being blown
All to kingdom come,
Lives being destroyed and ripped apart
This violence isn't welcome.
The ground shakes
Beneath the feet of miners,
Explosions and lives quickly taken away
Families filled with anger.
When will the hurting stop?
We all drop to our knees,
All we want in the world
Is human kindness and a lot of PEACE.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.18/2006
I know I probably left a lot of things out, but I wrote about the events that tore my heart in two.
(Rev. 21: 1-7 / Rev. 21: 10-27 / Rev. 22: 1-6 / Rev. 4: 1-6 / Dan. 7: 9, 10, 13, 14, 18 & 27)
Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
Into The Splendiferous, Shining Sector!
To The Spiritual Site Where Ultra-Love Glows
by the Vibrant, Blindingly-Brilliant Light-Vector
Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
GOD Has Invited Us Into HIS Kingdom!
The Resplendent, Royal City of Emerald Rainbows
& Radiant Pearl & Gold & Glass-Sheen-Domes
… Where Thunders, Horns & Harp String Tones
Join With Angels & Kings In Hallelujahs’ Choir-Songs!
and Residents Greet Citizens In True Fashion ‘Shalom’
and Are Welcomed Like Beloved Children Come Home
& Share The Fruit of Trees – Sweetest Ever Known
A Righteous Reaping & Keeping Paradise Beautifully Grown
as Crystal Fountains & Rivers, Bubble Forth & Shone
… in The Sparkling Waters of Life’ Gleaming Zone!
… O’ Let Us Gaze In Awe – In Meek Gratitude
At The Greatness & Grandeur of GOD’s Estate!
Let Us Whisper In Respect-Muted Admiration
with Wiped Feet As We Walk A Street Called Faith
Let Us Gather ‘Round Devotedly – As A Great Crowd
Read Inscriptions On The Precious-Gem Cornerstone
of The City’s Foundation, As Opened Fortress Beckons
To Jeweled Temple & Ancient of Days, Treasure-Throne!
Walk With Baited Breath & Bowed Hearts & Heads
As Joyful Tears Pool In Our Beaming Eyes!
As Into The Godly Realm … We Have Ventured
& Entered ‘The Archway’ Supports For All Skies
O’ My Brothers, My Sisters, My Family & My Friends
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
Where We Have Been Invited To HIS Garden Party
Where Each One of Us Will Get To Speak … with HIM!
All You HIS Faithful Ones – Who Awaited Kingdom Come
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
To The Place Where The Holy of Holies Is Situated
O’ Get A Glimpse of Heavenly, New Jerusalem!
Into The Glorious Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go!
Up To Clouds & Zion’s Mountain-Top Location
As Earth Becomes – The Global Promised Land
Yes, Humans’ Own Homefront, Habitat Space-Station
(Yes, This World’s First Honorable United Human Nations)
… and Into The Godly Realm … GOD Will Let Us Go
… into The Splendiferous, Spectacular Sector!
Into The Spiritual Area – Where Eternity Roams
Close To The Vibrant & Blindingly-Brilliant, Light-Vector
Written & ©: 7/13/2013
By: The MoonBee
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.
We Dedicate to the living source this day flow the taste sweet the decree of the ley lines boasts the energy source be loose or be bound for the great God spoke that it will remain forever known the Decree is made in the book where people perish for lack of knowledge. The God of the living sits on the mercy seat requesting it must fly the lines from and to the God of the living not the god of the dead energy cease your astro deeds from the living be secured or remember now a change has come to the land and the silver cords of the dead is broken now what we speak about must now be broken in the secret place of the tongue and the color cords of life and death be broken in the day and in the riding of the night flight home, only the God kingdom come only Gods will be done on earth was already a decree for his people especially what Ecclesiastes said in the book the silver cord is thin and on the other side not life but the cutting of the death so beware, god of the dead secret vaults knowledge stored Coveryour people in the God of love and through that love body fresh so sweet the taste of love completely protected and even with mistakes grace is given to live and let live to smile and let smile with the God of the living, not the god of the dead! In my heart
My beloved spoke and said unto me rise up my love my fair one and come away for lo, the winter is passing the rain of swift cold winds is over and gone when the seasons change the flowers appear on the earth in spring it begins on earth awake my dear my love be of good cheer the time of the singing birds is coming and the voice of living creatures appear the voice of the turtle is heard in our land the fig tree will put forth continually put forth her green figs and my love we will be one the vines with the delicious tender grapes shall appear and the taste my dear is sweet with the fragrant smell the taste my love come arise my dear the air is clear
The sky reflects the rainbow covenant that wipes away our tears
Get up from your slumber in the bed of sorrow and walk from the dark sad stare stop the crying of the looking glass mirrors of reflections show the pain
see the long wide road of the living God not the god of the dead.
Like when Texas passes a law of if you get an abortion, you’ll get jail time and fined.
Like when a man can rape you, do no time, turn you in and collect a reward, if he is so inclined.
Like when Coldplay uses a Metaphor like line
To entertain us and try to inspire us to pass some wretched time
I just wrote this today to prove that I exist
In a world, where people are passed by every day and just to be missed
Welcome to part two of my rhymes with a little twist
Let’s go for some positivety now in a world that insist
The ego likes words like you are pretty, handsome, thin and fit
To blind the mind of not being genuine and quick with witt
Though you were always enough and needed no ones approval
For their on-going games of brutal with some jewels
If no one told you today you were always enough, deserving and loved
I think its time my soul asked for a world refund
I hate that so many people are fighting a constant battle of being comfortable in their own skin
But I completely understand especially when you have those who swear you are committing a MAN-MADE sin
Look I get your religion is sacred to you till kingdom come
But everyone deserves to feel like they have a place in this world and living to a beat of their own drum
Like Billy Joel states
I’d rather laugh with the sinners and cry with the saints
Sinners are definitely much more fun and know how to relate
For they were shunned from their, loved ones when they were just trying to be transparent and great
Sinner is such a wide open term
Used deliriously by some with wretched germs
Some have never even committed a crime
Just self-inflicted wombs to pass by the time
Some labeled as saints have committed some heinous crimes
For which they never got caught to do any rightful time
I’m going off on a tangent but my point to this is
Sometimes those who try to bring you down
Can’t even stand to look at the sight of themselves
So, they have to try insult you in hopes that you rebel
So remember that you always shine bright
Like a star when the moon is out at night
I’m done now and putting this poem to rest
Let’s see if I get accepted and pass this premium test
Ciao!
My beloved up down by the valley's low floor! Rise Up! My love rise up! My sweetheart come away take a look toward the door the winter has passed and gone your lips are like a thread of glazed clear strings that flow sunshine from soul to soul and you speak so well. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate flowing in your hair. Your neck with every slow-moving a rewarding hour after hour my strong Tower. Your two breasts are like a roe of my feeding zone soul, which feeds every hour to hour of living water. The spring of life peaks out of the dust the birds fill the air with gliding motions in gray skies or blue-to-dark dust as the eagle stirs her nest its springtime again not yet summertime heat that beats upon the brow! Love is blowing in the wind the smells are amorous your lips and your eyes see the flowers bloom in May it is said April showers bring May flowers the dance of the soul mate inside begins and never ends Let us plant pleasant fruit and incense myrrh aloe vera saffron calamus spikenard lemon and cinnamon And water our garden lets have a Fountain in the garden a well of living water spring up and streams flow into our soul for when we drink out of our belly shall flow rivers of living waters!
Wake Up Northwinds come now it's springtime for you to blow upon a soul-mating garden long birthing Songs. Yes! Southwinds blow upon our Garden now and the lawn!! For winter is now gone Yes for now! Eastwinds blow now upon our Garden blow softly now blow long till dawn the degree is committed to the season of time and what spring brings up to the earth is done!
Westwinds blow upon our Garden so we can receive the sword of Love the womb of spirituality our children's be birth on earth as spirit beings or real one flesh around the cornerstone seven-element realms to celebrate our Kingdom come God will be done on earth as it is in heaven of love earth-water Fire-wind- Air-Void! Blow upon our garden this will be our first creation!
So the seed of love will grow our new jubilee seed spices flow grow out of true intentions mystery,s motions galore! What God has joined together
let no man put us under the ground! Amen!
We want to rub him out, blot him from the face of the Earth,
Feed what’s left to the worms and let them claim his worth.
OK, I’m in, but how do we go about it? Tell me what’s your plan?
We need to do it nice and clean but still be certain he kicks the can.
We don’t want any loose ends lying around waiting to trip us up,
Every angle needs to be checked for a deed that’s this corrupt.
So how do we do him in, with gun or switchblade knife?
Do we poison him or crack his skull which way will end his life?
We could shove him off a building and watch him make a splash,
Or strangle him around the throat and then toss him in the trash.
We could fill up balloons with gasoline and then light a candlestick,
Then put a little hole in each balloon with just a needle prick.
Eventually the room will fill up with gas and then the fumes will ignite,
He’d be blown to kingdom come which would only serve him right.
The time lag would give us a chance to establish an alibi airtight,
Maybe attend the baseball game, the team’s at home tonight.
I really must applaud your creativity you’ve shown you have a flare,
You have talents in this area of which I was completely unaware.
Thank you, I must confess I long to add some novelty to this endeavor,
I’d like to be known as an artist, as someone who in his work is clever.
The only thing that keeps me from pursuing your plan to its ultimate fruition,
Is that is seems a bit complicated and might draw unwanted suspicion.
When you do your job with that extra added flourish, people tend to notice,
The last thing that we need is added attention and the media trying to quote us.
I see your point and I understand but I think that this might do the trick,
What if we hide behind the door, then when he enters in we hit him with a brick.
It’s always the simple plans that seem to hold up best to the test of time,
I guess that’s why they’ll always call them the classics in our line of crime.
By Tony Lane
Getting Away with Murder Contest
Oh Lord please tell me what Isaiah meant
That “the wilderness and the dry land shall be glad;
the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus?”
I look out at the full moon in the morning atop an unfinished Cube Smart
Storage facility, the I-76 highway buzzes in the foreground. The rolling hills of empty tree tops
just barely hiding the myriad of man made shapes beneath
I cant stop looking at the moon, the sunrise at my back out of sight
behind this worthless building
but painting all the clouds around the moon with a gray-pink.
I tear up thinking of a line that I could never quite get to work in a poem
Give back to Caesar this un-beating heart
And unto you oh God my soul depart.
There's something there but its still kind of corny.
Too forced, too rhythmic.
I get a text from my foreman
“Sorry was on the phone coming up now.”
I see you God in the little moments,
But they don't last very long.
“Draw near O nations, to hear
and give attention O peoples!
Let the earth hear, and all that fills it.
For the Lord is enraged against all the nations
And furious against all their host;
He has devoted them to destruction, has given them over to slaughter.
Their slain shall be cast out, and the stench of their corpses shall rise;
The mountains shall flow with their blood.”
A truck passes by using its engine brakes BRAP BRAP BRAP BRAP
“Thorns shall grow over its strongholds, nettles and thistles in its fortresses
It shall be the haunt of jackals an abode for ostriches.”
Ostriches on the highway, I’m into it. I don't really get off on the stench of corpses like Isaiah though.
Why the love of vengeance Lord?
I’d like to think Isaiah an imperfect messenger. But I get the anger over the destruction of nature
Tell me Lord if this world will be destroyed? Will you let our selfishness destroy everything?
It seems like its getting pretty close.
Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done.
Please Lord protect the Earth and let me be an instrument for You, Eternal Love;
And to help usher in The Kingdom
Amen.
Play your clever, cool chord
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve drowned in dread
AVOID ME NOT – I’m well…
Getting’ outta my shell
Acting mature best I can
I am in sinking sand…I just need a helping hand
I am scorching aflame like a burnt pan
Things and friends get outta hand…where will my life land?
Give me a fan….I need an AC up in here
I am in fear as I shed one last tear
Sorrow is the shades of green and blue
The moment I met you without a single clue
Then did I notice…
That I was SICK… I coughed on you constantly…
You need no hug or kiss
Just silence, patience, healing and generosity…
You will be missed…miss…
I’m just sick with dem luv flu…
Silly me…if only you knew
That poetry was my outlet and my way out of depression
It was a way out of my ugly, OCD obsession…
I keep labeling myself for no reason
Maybe it’s just part of the flu season…
Give me a reason
To overcome…
The waves of emotion
Like an ocean that collides into me…
I can’t stand the commotion…
Please just cut it out like a rotting tree branch…
Spiraling rapidly into oblivion
Can’t everyone not feel rejection…
Why do I even feel…
I don’t want to feel anymore…
Score to the one I’ve been looking for…
There’s no one in the world who would like me…
Please, please…
Storm into the room of my doom
Stop being a tease
I pray, oh God, get me outta this room
Inhaling and exhaling anxiety and depression
Everywhere I go, I can’t hold on to anything so great…
You are the best thing life can ever give me…
You gave me direction towards Christ’s resurrection…
God’s Kingdom Come…let me enter into God’s gracious gate…
Let me be, deafening silence…
The weather didn’t make me at all better…
Let me roar to the core…you loved me to the maximum when all there was was a minimum to your hate…
God’s Kingdom come… I am feeling numb…
Numb and dumb…covered in corruption’s cum…
Snap out of it…I am in the trance of Satan’s realm
I’m sick…leave me alone with me, myself and I tonight…
Tonight, I fight this fight with might…alright…
Crawl into my bed tonight, love of my life…
Reduced to naught, but my unstoppable strife…