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A History of Easter
From God's point of view
By Franklin Price
4/14/2017
Through Adam's fault at Eve's behest
The Serpent's fruit was bit
Mankind was condemned for life
From just one taste of it
I threw them from the garden
Where all was peace and good
Gave them the power to decide
There went the neighborhood
The two begat and theirs begat
And theirs begat some more
Every generation sinned
There was so much to explore
I looked down, cringed from the sight,
Rethought what I had done
It's time I saved a few of them
Think I'll send them down my son
To live his life as they should live
By example show the way
Die on the cross for all their sins
Rise from the grave on Easter day
Show his followers it's truly him
By the nail scars in his hands
Say go and preach what happened
Spread the word throughout the lands
Then he will rise up to me
To sit again upon my right
To wait and see what happens
To see who will take the bite
For those who believe I did it
That I sacrificed my son
Who believe he is your savior
That he is the only one
Who live your lives as he did his
Bring honor and be good
When you die we'll meet in heaven
That's how we save the neighborhood
twenty years ago you came to Berean and as pastor took up the reins
you've led us on a spiritual journey and we've never been the same
and like the Brooklyn Bridge your foundation has stood the test of time
you preach to us the Gospel and demonstrate to us God's Kind
like the Brooklyn Bridge you stretch out your hands and bring people together
you've showed us how to be better fishers of men in any and all types of weather
it's maroon and not burgundy that is your favorite color of preference
and if any one should ever ask you why you'll give them the historical reference
you're passionate in your preaching and teaching of the word of God
and when you give the proclamation we feel it coming from your heart
twenty years ago you were the youngest man to ever take up the towel of service
it was your God-given destiny to serve Berean in this purpose
twenty years ago you and your family to Brooklyn did arrive
and blessed us with a leadership that has made Berean thrive
twenty years ago and not many would ever have perceived
that you would be the perfect pastor that Berean could ever receive
CONGRATULATIONS on achieving this milestone
and may you have another 20 years and more
WE LOVE YOU, WE SALUTE YOU, PASTOR GRIFFIN IT'S YOU WE ADORE
In the Orkhon Valley, the Khan of the East arose from the distance. With four morning stars, he set foot in the royal yurt of gold. He placed the eternal diadem on his head. The Divine Khan put on the robe of scarlet, and rested upon his throne of splendorous gold. He recalled the depravity in the green fields, where blood flowed like the Orkhon River. Where the moon and sun weeped day and night, where their noble Elect, monks and nuns, dwelt in fear. Together with the Household of Light, he proclaimed to both lords and commoners, slaves and free, men and women, this decree: “All you call upon the Gods of Light, to save us from this barbarous night. The Elect who saved my soul from blight, entrusted me to be in your sight. So now, I on my ancestors’ throne, command this ancient land to atone. Whatever the Elect preach to you, you are to do. Whether to work for the benefit of the soul, or they urge you to work for the faith as a whole. Walk under the light of their wisdom, everywhere in the Uyghur kingdom. Honour, respect and serve the Elect, with a loving heart without neglect.” The Keeper of the Faith, with his diadem of authority, and his charisma from Heaven, continued on: “This path is subtle and wonderful, though it is hard to receive and follow in full. Twice and thrice I pondered this with sincerity. In my old life, I lacked clarity. I worshipped the demons as the Awakened One. In my new life, I bow down to the Timeless One. Now the morning light shines on my eyes. Now I no longer serve those idols with their lies.” And so, the Uyghurs accepted the morning light. They bowed to the Khan and rejoiced in scarlet light. The gods became their protectors and guardians. Angels protected the Kingdom’s grand defenders. The Kingdom enjoyed both kinds of life, both kinds of bliss with little strife. The Khan of the Faith dwelt in unceasing joy, even after the sunset of his royal life. In both the body below and the soul up high, the Khan was blessed by the sun from the sapphire sky.
On his golden throne
Dressed in robes of flaming red
He saw the morning
(Retelling of Bogu Qaghan's conversion to the Manichaean faith. Bogu Qaghan was the third khan of the Uyghur Khganate).
All have their battles dealing with life
All have their own personal strife
We have opinions of others, sometimes we won't budge
Each has his own faults, we've no right to judge
We preach about Jesus and all that He says
But don't follow His example, set in our ways
When we sit in judgment nobody wins
He suffered in silence and died for our sins
Mary Magdalene was sentence by man to be stoned
They said that by law her sins must be atoned
Jesus spoke to the crowd and when His speaking was done
Who was left to throw stones? My God there were none
Sometime's life's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse
By judging others we make our lives worse
I don't care if You forgive me or not
As far as I am concerned
I haven't done anything wrong
If You can't take the truth
Then You are a liar
Doesn't matter anyway
I am tired of all this bull s
I am going to just do what I want
If you like it then go along for the ride
If not tough
You are too much
And I ain't going to deal with You
Go find someone who has the time
I shouldn't be worried about what You think
Every second of my life
I think I care enough for a life time
It's time I don't care
It's time that I make mistakes
And be just fine with it
I don't need You to correct me
And tell me what I did wrong
I don't give a hoot
Life doesn't fall down
I shouldn't fall down either
So make it or break it
It's Your choice
Whether to join the team
Or stay on the sideline
Who needs You anyway?
I am tired
Go on
Preach to the choir
This girl is going to the fire
And see if it burns me
I think it's better than nothing
Because that's where I am at with You
A big nothing
Can't do nothing
Can't say nothing
Can't be nothing
Can't have nothing
Everything is a big zero
Because You don't allow nothing
What is that life to live?
You said it is a narrow way
But that doesn't even fit me
So go on alone
I am catching the next ride
Whatever
it's another year and you've gotten a little older
and your faith in the Lord God has gotten a little bolder
you might have a little bit more of a middle age spread
you might even have a few more gray hairs on your head
but don't sweat the small stuff Pastor it's going to be okay
for you have made it through to another birthday
the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
just stay in the game of life until the victory has been won
you've preached from many a pulpit for over 30 years
you've always say that God is real and in your heart you hold Him dear
you've given us the word and have moved us in a good way
and that's why we're gathered here in love to celebrate your birthday
yet the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
so here's to you Pastor Griffin on your fifty-first one
you raised two good daughters, one's in college and the other is about to wed
you might feel like you're losing a child but you're gaining a son-in-law instead
you've been married to a beautiful woman of God for more than half your life
and for that accomplishment alone you should give all the glory to the Lord Christ
yet those buzzards are probably circling Pastor but with you God's not done
and may you continue to preach the gospel of God for another fifty-one
I want a girl who rides with me on Sunday mornings
Because everything about her says take me to church
Curves make me yell preach
We a little late but she says a queen always arrives on time
The service is touching my heart, but I keep checking my watch for the time
Because I just want to touch your soul with my lips
Honestly your body has become meditation for me, and I just want to say a little prayer in the comfort of our home
Your walls a sanctuary, sacred, symbolizing the synchronization of our holy matrimony
You look so good in that dress, but my favorite part is letting my teeth undress
You,
Got me on my heels in them heels but I’ll still have you speaking in tongues
Tied like my bow tie, slick in these pants but never slacking
Your body is a sermon and I’m ready to preach
Memorizing every curvature like the scriptures indeed
You’re aging like fine wine
I still marvel at the congregation of you like I’m admiring a sculpture in marble
The shadows, the reflected light, the message of your art reminds me of a Sunday
If she takes you to church turn to your neighbor and say,
p.s. Amen…
...It was only two days later
when the local catholic high school
was told their team name, the ‘Crusaders,’
was insensitive and uncool.
Protestors showed up to bellow slurs,
and get all up in the kids’ face,
the media scoffed and insulted
the children and their competing faith.
It was about this time that I
began to notice a trend,
these people all seemed to be leftist,
and were miserable to no end.
Their reactions weren’t disagreements,
they were rabid cries of “Heresy!”
no longer could they understand
deviations from their beliefs.
And like every True Believer
they thought they were doing God’s work,
their God was the state, above all else,
and all must now obey his words!
This all seemed very odd to me,
didn’t they once preach tolerance?
And now they destroy the different,
how the hell does that make any sense?
How does a person go from free speech
to banning any words they don’t like?
How do you scream “appropriation,”
when you once said,”Learn from that tribe?”
What comes next, a scarlet ‘R,’
to represent their favorite slur,
an ‘S’ if you don’t bow to women,
an ‘F’ if you refuse their words?
Or maybe they’ll give yellow stars
to all who refuse to comply,
making it easier to find us
when they decide that we should die.
I guess you can’t be a democrat
ff you believe in freedom or fun,
don’t you know they know what’s best for you?
America’s new Puritans.
...you know what, screw 'em! A feminist, a Muslim, and a bisexual midget walk into a bar...
In My Skin
In my skin I know what is true
Don't lie to yourself, you know it too
Clear away all excuse and every denial
For your soul ,too, will be put on trial
Stop listening to that beguiling voice that says
You have every right, or your doing your best
For there is no greater or more clever deceiver than
The heart and mind of mortal man
We put on the glasses tinted with wild rose
And believe all the pretty lies that we are told
It's easier, you see, than to be honest and true
Which requires slothful bodies to get up and do
Come now, Don't be angry, I mostly preach to myself
I am the worst offender, in fantasy I dwell
So forget about trusting your heart and mind
In your skin you'll begin the truth to find
A solid reality you feel, see, and know
Not metaphorically or symbolically show
Let us be truthful, if to no one else,
We deserve to be honest, at least to ourself.
If I could rap, it would probably be about how the people feel
Not just any old crap, you know something with more appeal
Maybe this and that but something thats a little bit more real
Talking of the less well off, not the ritches of all the toffe nose
You might scoff, but not refering to women as *****s and hoe's
Some might cough, I could have people in stitches who know's
Yo! I might not be as thick as I look, one of those simple minds
Rifmic?, I don't know, is there a hook, read between the lines
Some might take the mick, I'd better then duck at these times
Talking about adversity and emotion, talking you are in rhyme
Kind of like poetry in motion, expressing yourself in every line
Discussing all the anachy and comotion happing at this time
Trying to get a mesage across but in a different kind of speach
Talking about faith, hope and loss, getting to those out of reach
Some probably could not give a toss, but I'm not one to preach -
like the future the present and the past tense, not any old crap
It would not be the sort to cause offence, not just this and that
It would be something that made more sense,oh if I could rap
Written 2006 between july august probably to many cylibals
just playing with words some words lines
became apart of poem I wrote called no deeper meaning
written 2008 which is kind of like an introduction to everything else Id wrote
and a much better write