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My heart goes weary; shrinking,
I can't think right.
My thoughts float sinking,
It won't go filming delight.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
The inner dinner of the believer,
Is a threat to standard.
The outer doubter of the sinner,
Is a blessing to substandard!
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Washing all hearts should become our aim;
In all words, acts are more of success
Crying with kindled souls turned a wailing game;
In all acts, words are more of distress.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Comfort cleanse depression,
Without traces of GUISE.
StaIwart brings impression,
Beyond shadows of DYES.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Now, we will please His WAYS,
Despite all our natures.
Then, we won't remove His BAIZE,
No matter how hard to bear a nomenclature.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We shall at will go for rebirth!
Hallelujah! He nailed himself this the cross;
For us, He endured the BEING loss.
Hosanna! He embraced all the wounds;
Not a single curse, His efforts are been crowned.
Yet, for us are his pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
Unto all is a life and its style,
Be ye man or woman.
Unto all is choice and its cost,
Be ye strong or weak.
Yet, for us are His pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
Don't be afraid of their smiles,
The enemies of great Aaron.
Rather, be joyous that they defrost,
Hence, doors of pretence freak.
Yet, for us are His pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
He standout as the only One,
Pleading at the right hand of God
Despite our betrayals like Simeone,
He cares for all against every odd.
Happy to know you are willing...
Gracious you, should not lean on SELF.
Be open and call for His help killing...
Every hindrance knowledge binds on shelf.
(*based on the parable of the talents)
Now, Little One
Let’s see what has been done
with the precious bit
I left YOU with.
I have been much afraid.
Knowing you have paid
and made great sacrifice,
I could not entice
it from my hand
to spend it on some unsafe plan.
So, I have wisely buried it in the ground,
and sure enough I’ve dug around and found it.
Here, you have it, safe and sound.
I gladly give it back--perfectly intact
Little One, my heart is broken,
for this bit I left you was but a token
of the promises I’ve spoken.
I invested in YOU.
There was nothing you could do
but win.
If you had tried and failed,
you would have nailed it!
Wiser you would be
and my return I would see
in a servant made savvy.
The risk was mine,
taken to see you shine.
Little One, you were wrong from the start.
Something deep within your heart
has deceived and made you believe
that I am only to be feared,
while all along I’ve cheered you.
Please go your way.
Tomorrow yet another day
you have. While day is lit,
go make the most of it.
Don’t hide and quake,
refusing risks to take.
For surely more has been wasted
simply not being tasted
This whole misunderstanding
of you believing me to be demanding,
was because you saw less good in me
than I chose to see, in you.
Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to decry.
Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;
"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"
Remove the cataract veneer, stop my pining
"Have you no place for maddened souls such as I?"
Nailed to the boards you see a canvassed psyche
dabbed upon a casein shroud in hues most bright.
"How many lamp lit days will you seek to find me?"
The light betrays me and I live in eternal fright.
Eternities unfold in Lovecraft Tales
upon the silvered side within my eyes; hell wails.
He’s building us a mansion
A home fit for a king
It’s built on grace and love
Nailed together with
Joy and peace
He’s building us a house
A place where we will be
Filled up with a light
Inspired by the One
Who breathed life into us
He’s building us a castle
A villa for hopes and dreams
Lifted from the heart
Painted across the soul
So that inspiration sings clearly
He’s building us a palace
A spread like we can’t imagine
Filling it up with serenity
Hues of laughter and comfort
That thrives on the surface
He’s building us a estate
A manor of charity and kindness
Where no fear can enter in
And prayers are answered
With assurance that we are secure
He’s building us a dwelling
A home where we can be safe
Where no sin will ever prosper
And contentment abides forevermore
Like the love that opens the door
He’s building us a building
A abode where we will love
Unconditionally and completely
With a love that is stirred by One
Who died so we could go home
He’s building us a heavenly kingdom
A place where our hearts will know
The purest form of compassion
Love that lives everlastingly
Throughout eternity, forever and always!
"And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." ~ John 14:3 (KJV)
Long before sun light
was born from starkness
Long before Earth's dawn
broiled unsteady hot star fire
Long before She filled
Her scarlet mind
with Yang's high hills,
time was this love
This ancient life
reborn.
Long before our trees
greenly filled
Mother's forests
Long before a wind
unsailed to sing
Earth's wholesome songs
Long before She filled
Her turquoise mind
across Her seas,
time rewinds love
This ancient life
health born.
Long before Earth's great chain
of being
forged ecocidal
egosystems
Long before a voice
could speak
divine creation
Long before She filled
Her bleeding womb
to grow a child,
there is Earth's love
This ancient life
wealth torn.
Long before our trust
in love's life
could be broken
Long before our wounds
were nailed upon a Mother Tree
Long before She laid Her body down
under His light
time spins this love
This ancient life
still born.
Wakeful each night
greeting Earth's dawning
Stubborn as green
rebirthing burned
wounded hills
As we fill our healing minds
to hold Earth's timeless time
This ancient love
Her aching life
flows struggling on.
Jailed for sedition and murder,
soon to face the executioner.
One worse than him was hard to find,
compared to him who was so kind.
Convinced that Christ the crowd would choose,
Pilate was trapped by his own ruse.
When the rabble chose Barabbas,
what was he to do with Jesus?
Crucify him, came the answer,
release to us the prisoner.
So, Christ was nailed upon a tree,
and Barabbas was then set free.
What cruel irony is this?
A case of justice done amiss
Christ died so Barabbas could live
to us He wants, new life to give.
Christ paid sin's price, absorbed the cost
He died so we would not be lost.
forsake the life of sin and strife
Accept Christ's offer of new life.
He didn't want to take the trip,
to Calvary that day.
But did it for the good of man,
that we might have a way.
That day God willed for it to be,
that his life he should give.
Along with two malefactors,
so that you and I might live.
The soldiers there did mock him,
gave him vinegar to drink.
Then on his raiment did cast lots,
as he stood at the brink.
The people stood beholding,
the rulers were there too.
Jesus said "Father Forgive Them;
For they know not what they do".
They nailed his hands,and then his feet,
oh what a sight to see.
Then came the spilling of his blood,
the price to set men free.
Then upon earth a darkness came
the temple veil was rent.
After crying to the Father,
my Saviors life was spent.
taken from Luke 23
He was a lovely man; I was not a follower
But I was a believer in his Godliness and his goodliness.
His name was Jesus, and I knew he did not deserve to be there.
Nailed to a cross. It was excruciating to watch.
I had known him but a day or so, but he had been kind.
He had taken a moment to listen and to smile.
I was one of the servers at his meal and it was a pleasure to meet him.
He was appreciative and thanked us. Humble, unassuming, sweet.
I asked my mother why such a man would be on a cross.
She was as confused as I was; but we knew better than to ask.
I had to turn away, it was too hard for me to bear.
I prayed for the man, the one many said was God’s son.
I turned back for one last look. There were angels. Their wings had covered him.
I said to my mother “Look!”
She turned. “What am I looking at?” she asked me.
“The angels!” I shrieked. They are covering Jesus.
She put her hand over my mouth to shush me. She knew the laws.
I could have been stoned to death for what I saw.
Pontius Pilate could be listening for all we knew.
I felt better after I saw the angels, knowing Jesus was safe.
He pulls
the eiderdown
Over his skinny
little head
Flashbacks in his mind
Of a nasty video
One which scared him
Almost out
of his little mind
If only he could rewind
Starting back
at the beginning
Once such images
Entered his tiny brain
So hard to delete
Over and over
Turning the head
outside in
Beak opens wide
Dabbing with nerves
Like catching flies
twitching with exhaustion
Images floating
in the mind
Nodding off
Awakens to nightmare
Dreaming of justice
The culprit is covering
the tracks
Eventually sleep falls
Taking him
to duck heaven
Were he has
a duck banquet
Famous ducks
from all over
the world
Dreaming in royal dreams
smiling asleep
In the morning sun
Enters his room
streams of light
Awakening jumps
out of his skin
Flash backs
hoping the culprit
is nailed
To get his shot
at court
Were he will
answer questions
On morality
No more
Mr.. Nice duck
Brings out
deep within
The bad and ugly side
Of his soft makeup
Second thoughts
Just be himself
Stand firm and be counted
Like a legionnaire
In the desert
Caught in sandstorms
When the sand settles
This duck
will brew
the mother
Of all storms
Sweet roaring thunder
he will strike
see who cries
over spilled
milk then
Clothed in deception you made your entrance at the dawn of earth’s history.
Through sin, you entered the world and our race has not been able to fathom your mystery.
You were to be the consequence of disobedience, but the deceiver promised Eve enlightenment.
When Cain killed Abel you claimed your first victim much to your heart’s content.
You have a penchant for claiming your victims en masse as in the cataclysmic flood.
Whether men or women, young or old, you do not care, all you want is humanity’s blood.
Your tools of trade are wars, famines, pestilences, and genocide.
O how many victims you claim with suicide, infanticide, and other forms of homicide.
Like a tyrant you rule as day follows night, subduing your victims with your power and might.
But the resurrection of Lazarus should give you hint, that your end is surely in sight.
Be warned you bully your dominion is not complete, Moses and Elijah point to a future time of sweet relief.
Soon to be realized by those who in Jesus place their firm belief.
In the fullness of time, you met your match when you came face to face with Jesus, God’s Son.
You and the grave conspired to hold him fast because if you succeeded the battle would be won.
He was battered and bruised and nailed to a cross, then he said, “It is finished” and gave up the Ghost.
Then it was your turn with Satan and demons, soldiers and sealed tomb, to be his eternal host.
The day of your triumph was the Preparation day called Friday
It was followed by the Sabbath, so in the tomb, He decided to stay.
Then came Sunday, the third day in earth’s womb.
Twas the day when our Savior came forth from the tomb.
He came forth with life original and unborrowed.
Then mocked and scorned you because you were swallowed,
by His glorious victory, which gives to His children a life of assurance,
that one day they will praise Him, for their glorious deliverance.