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Remember the sweetness
of the Savior's love...
when he bled from the cross
and forgave the good thief,
who regretted his sinful
ways by feeling deep shame;
weren't we like him who went
astray and floated like a leaf?
Why was He called Emmanuel
and live a life so briefly?
He could have preached
hatred instead of kindness
and proclaim Himself king turning Israel
against the mighty Romans...
that's why the envious Temple's Priests
accused him of blasphemy;
Pilate had no choice but free Barabass
as he washed his hands,
His Crucifixion was arranged through
Judas's betrayal for thirty silver coins.
Remember the sweetness
of the Savior's love when he
called out to His father and asked
for their forgiveness;
and despite the long hours
of agony and abuse,
He knew that His death had
the power to redeem all sins...
who still doubts His resurrection
which occurred after three days?
The heavy stone blocking the tomb
suddenly rolled away around sunrise,
how bewildered were the Roman
Centurions who witnessed that glorious
event being blinded by a dazzling
light and deafened by its noise!
Later that evening Jesus appeared
to the apostles who were overcome by fright...
believing that He had risen, but was
that enough to dispel Thomas's doubt?
Written on 12/12/2011
Peace without a piercing police
Pictures partial pressure from Pilate
But when problem post players on duty
Then true disciples' hearts show beauty
I become a burning offering in the hand of fiery furnace
In close proximity to my unaccountable sternness
Behind the need of my annoyance is His deviance from humans' eyes' acquaintance
To a nailed abundance in availability cum anytime, my Blessed Assurance
Scary tale of my untold challenge among Noble
If I tell to all ears probably would have get me ennoble
But firstly I charge my lips against the snitch
Cool and calm with foaming wounds so hard to stitch
Yet, I am surrounded by vicious darling beasts
Standing despite known of the power in the name of the Holy Priest of priests
Sure spirit alert in Him and all wonders done yet Judas fear not such act
As unknown to him let it be to mine he is making brio protract
Pointless view as background of checkmate
To the ego that boost enemies' pride of hate
Is the energy calling unto love to rise
And act accordingly without staging any deceitful eye
But all in all, I know the perished adorable one
Will still not count it a grace rather make out only fun
Let s/he be known for the agony of h/her plot
That the chart fits perfectly a good turnaround lot
Violence keep up pace with peace in silent trouble
Yet, with smile everyone dines as brothers for cheers to double
Lest relationship becomes a rubbling affair
Running in a circle of lifeless concern less occupied to repair
The mighty giant's warfare up against benevolence
With piercing heart, pure eyes viewing violence
Without hesitation I call, on the Name of the Lord.
I know He saves; for my prayer, won’t be ignored.
Praise be to the Name of Jesus
For through it, world becomes no bonus
To deceitfulness in particular of Satan
That all one by one would become an aten
What more to attribute great CHEAT to the heavenly Judas ever live
In his allusive acts, pleasing canal; ever active
Save us from all form of deceitfulness with heart
That fallacy stopped by to be not seen an art
Amen!
Conquest and Inquisition,
Two worst witnesses,
Who choose Jezebel against the wine of Mary and Jesus,
Vinegar and bile of false relief,
Jesus tastes and says "weep for your children,"
I don't need this analgesic and sedative,
But the confession of that thief,
On the cross at the right of Me,
You had the right to stop this Sanhedrin,
In front of Pilate and the people,
Against Pharisees,
The war at south and east,
Do not stimulate neo-Nazism,
And any perversion against human bodies,
The sacrifice of Cain over the cities,
The smoke changes the climate for a total winter,
Toxic Milady,
Power ring of bad charisma,
Reddish sign in the sky appears,
Indulgence to kill,
If you have the money and malice,
The fire of fake freedom,
Against the Holy Spirit,
God Mother who weeps on two cheeks,
And gives the steel sword to Incas,
When you steal leaders,
Require metals from territories, amigos,
Named Aguirre,
Who betrays with a kiss,
Thirty coins like the deal,
Empty tree with leaves,
Herodias in the battle of Salome against Miriam,
Queen of Peace,
Kings-Magi see fifty-first star in the Sign of the Will,
Do not return to Jezebel and Herod the beast,
But the friendly hand for to pass by the eye of the needle,
Else "madam" will choose Napoleon and Mussolini,
For mermaid sisters Scylla and Charybdis,
Hell whirlpool.
It is said that a failure to plan is a plan to fail. And I agree that failure should not be an option.
Jesus told the Roman Governor that he came to bring truth to the world.
The Roman Governor Pilate responded by asking Jesus, "What is truth?".
In a movie, one actor made demands on another actor when he said,
"I want the truth!". With highly charged emotions, the other actor then replied, "You can't handle the truth!" Can we handle what is demanded?
That is the question; and if we cannot, 'We thereby fail the truth'.
Peter was not an evil person, but under pressure, he failed the truth.
Judas failed the truth, but he also allowed his failure to bury him.
In weakness, Peter failed the truth, but arose from his grave of
shame and buried his failure. We all fall down sometimes, but
too few of us get up. We all spill the milk sometimes, but too
few of us wipe it up and pour another cup.
Am I void of conscience? Do I have the capacity to lie under oath or in a vow? An evil intent is not the same as a capacity for failure which we all have. The Oath: "Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God". The Vow: "Do you take this person to be your lawful wedded spouse until but death do you part?"
I may choose to publicly oppose what I secretly know to be the truth.
I may choose to be indifferent by not caring or having no regard for the truth. I may intentionally and with malice, willfully mute the truth by denying or by lying .
062721PSCtest, Once More I Failed The Truth, Kai Michael Neumann
KING OF JEWS CRUCIFIED BY MARC ARCHIPPUS
Jerusalem Friday
Jesus(33) labelled by,Pilate,the Roman prefect as the 'King of the Jews'
was crucified here this afternoon.
Crowds watched the execution,including the mother of Jesus,some relatives and his Nazarene followers.As this is the week of Passover ,his body had to be taken from the cross before tomorrow's Shabat holy day.
After the body was taken for burial,I obtained an exclusive interview with Simon Peter(30),deputy leader of the Nazarene sect.This fisherman from Capernaum
said he had been with Jesus for these past three years.He disclosed the Nazarenes,from the northern province,who he describe as 'disciples',would be staying put in the city for a short time,to re-group and await further.revelations that would take their revolution to its next stage in Judea and elsewhere.
Other groups in Judea have made similar exaggerated claims to me in the past,all of which have come to nothing!
amid the bleats of lambs
and the moo of cows
in a far away manger
a baby, swaddled in rags was born
though despicable in some eyes,
He was the clone of Clones
the one, though Heaven sent,
was the humblest of the humble,
who halved history!
He walked the hills of Judea
with disciples many
healed the sick
met people
lived one among them
until three decades
and three years
the cloud laden sky
suddenly turned dark
the spirit of evil
invaded inside
and outside
premonitions
of portentous occurrence!!
at Gethsemane
the fatal rendezvous,
He sweated blood
as coins tinkled,
Judas through a kiss
betrayed his master
was sentenced
by the marshals of power
and was convicted
Pontius Pilate, washing hands,
absolved himself of his guilt
He tottered to Calvary,
lay on the cross, not by nails
but pinned by love
He poured down love
on those never deserved
to his love, there is no end...
among the hisses of revulsion
and the screams of a vengeful crowd
the tremulous cadence
of an agonized cry
“why hast Thou forsaken me?”
died down…..
did Golgotha’s cliffs echo that cry?
The Father kept ‘an aggressive silence’
The Sun (Son) set at noon
darkness shrouded the Earth
the curtain fell
but on the 3rd day
walked out of the grave
defeating Death and Sin!
Our Lord has Risen….!
to this day
the world
hails this victory!!
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He was with God before the world came to be,
and He created with Him our breath-taking Universe;
His name was Jesus,the Redeemer of the Human Race:
and to change and save us was His destiny...
He preached in the Temple, and all Jerusalem listened carefully,
but some didn't like to hear how He spoke against evil so openly;
and they weren't the Romans,the conquerors,
but those hypocrites in high places...
Jesus drew huge crowds by lakes and mountains,
by the country roads and in small towns;
they all came to hear the Gospel with gladness,
and Joseph was one of the priests who heeded those words...
On the lake of Genesaret, Jesus performed another miracle,
telling Peter to lower the net for a catch, but he was skeptical:
until he saw the boat was about to sink with the heavy load,
and he came to realize the bounty of God...
As Jesus became popular and all heard Him preach,
the priests and scribes became jealous of Him,
and planned to capture Him and found Him guilty of blasphemy:
by the very hands of Pontius Pilate who feared to condemn Him...
But the crowd cried out, " Release Barabbas! ",
and those who called out the name, "Jesus,Jesus! "
were beaten and silenced by a mob who had no mercy;
Pontius Pilate had no choice but to deny His liberty...
The Roman soldiers grabbed Jesus
and took Him to governor's place,
and they stripped and whipped Him 'till he bled;
and worst of all : a crown of thorns they put on His head...
Along the Via Dolorosa Jesus carried the cross to His death
as the women wept and men mocked Him with laughs,
never a commotion,so great, was felt in all Jerusalem;
a follower gave Him water, but he was restrained by swords...
The merciless soldiers placed the cross upon Jesus's shoulders,
and Simon from Cyrene finished bearing it behind Jesus;
he really felt the same pain and agony;
and from Jesus's smile, he knew He was relieved...
From the cross at Golgotha, Jesus asked His father
to forgive them as John stood by his mother;
to one of the evildoers He promised Paradise at no cost:
and to all who would believe and follow: redemption by the cross....
Don’t repeat the things I’ve said –
They might be taken out of context
In this pit of rats and vipers,
We’re all guilty of what’s said next
The gag is placed – silence follows
There are some things
I will never swallow
Don’t read into things I’ve said
Don’t insert things in these lines
In the era of designer-frustration,
One steps lightly for fear of mines
It’s a good season
For severing tongues
And don’t pretend to be holy or pious
Out of fixation on your pride
Evil judgment when your soul is your Pilate –
Ergo the swords piercing your side
The gag is placed – silence follows
There are some things
I would never swallow
It’s a good season
For severing tongues
(1998, 2017)
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.
Judas Iscariot would later feel great pity.
The sad state Jesus was in he was able to see.
The thirty pieces of silver received as a fee,
would be thrown in the temple, considered “blood money‘.
This made it illegal to hold in the treasury.
Judas would then hang himself from a branch on a tree.
The money would be used to purchase a potter’s field.
All this was as the prophet Jeremiah revealed.
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Governor Pontius Pilate would later see Jesus.
This Roman would hear all the charges from Caiaphas.
“Are you really King of the Jews?” was Pilate’s question.
“It’s as you say” Jesus said in reciprocation.
All further questioning resulted in reticence.
Pilate would wonder why Jesus maintained his silence.
The Roman governor would view this as a strange thing.
Pilate said, “I can’t sentence him. He has done nothing!”
A normal custom done during the Passover Feast,
would be a choice of two prisoners to be released.
Among one of the selections that would be Jesus,
there was a convicted murderer named Barabbas.
Pilate asked the crowd which one they were willing to take.
Barabbas was the overwhelming choice they would make.
After Jesus was flogged, Pilate would say to the crowd:
“What shall I do with Jesus?” He would ask them quite loud.
When asked this question, nearly all of the crowd replied:
“You should take Jesus away, and have him crucified”
To spare the life of Jesus is what Pilate had tried.
However, they all reiterated what they cried.
“Crucify him” was what the people shouted to say.
A time later, Roman soldiers took Jesus away.