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The race for Life where we are bound
who will reach for the laurels receive the crown
which distractions will keep you from its pace
those who endure unto the end will see his face
What thing will try your heart and make you fall
divert your attention from the rewards of call
how many divisions will cloud your way
till the Love of the Truth no longer holds sway
For the diadem of Life Love and Truth for which we reach
the finishing place of the Kingdom the Lord does teach
to run the distance one must set a steady pace
and be aware of the obstacles the adversary place
Every contestant must master the rules
exercise his talents to receive prize of jewels
to gain the trophy the track we must complete
before he who gives the honor will give us seat
The price for entry is the gift to God of soul
for only by his Spirit can we ever reach the goal
to acquire everlasting Life serve with heart thats whole
the course we travel must exhibit self control
We must enter the race if our life we want to keep
not do as the nations who are walking in their sleep
to finish to the goal line we must fix our sight
or we will stumble in the impediment of night
God has set the course provided instruments
with his Word of instruction training implements
advancement to enlightenment our path must prepare
for the crowning glory of Life the gift that we share
To arrive our destination we must have single mind
for the cares of the World its rewards will you blind
there is only one route to the Father we pursue
Jesus our example and dedication to what's True
Listen to the teacher adapt our skill and grow
the captain of salvation direction will us show
broad road to destruction on narrow path must go
to master any game must exercise all we know
sources Mark 13 John 6:27-63 1Cor. 9:4
Hebrews 2:9-10 Heb. 12 2Tim 2:4-5 4:6-8
James 5:10-11
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
For over 30 years he has spoken to
us about the goodness of God
and for over 30 years he has given us
the meditations of his heart
with the words out of his mouth he presented to us
the devil and the dove
he even made us aware of
the kiss with no love
he apprised of the gospel according to an ass
and revealed to us what a jack
he instructed us to go back to the basics
by learning the ABCs of Christ in fact
and that a word from our sponsor is to have
a heart of Thanksgiving
just do not quench the spirit in our quest to be free
as we abide by thanksliving
now fit for the fight fortified with faith
knowing all beings with God
and to prepare for perfect storms by keeping
5 smooth stones ready to impart
to have an attitude of gratitude
even when God messes up our plans
now able to worship like wise men
once we've handed God our hands
to be last at the cross first at the tomb
as we chillax and wait on the Lord
for we have way too much in common as Palm Sunday people
living under the influence now in accord
and because we are our brother's keeper
which has happified our lives
we are living our dreams giving ourselves high fives
for in the spirit we now thrive
for over 30 years this man of God
has preached about Jesus
and for over 30 years Dr. Arlee Arkofa
has continuously poured into us
and because the words out of his mouth
and the meditations of his heart
Has benefited us the most
let us all stand in celebration of him
our Christmas gift from our heavenly host
Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven. -- Luke 6:37
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I crossed the line
I spilled the wine
The rest of my life, I am unforgivable
In crowds, in families, in my own chapel
I am here to be shunned
There is no victory to be won
Yet everday I still prepare a bowl of fruit
Hoping to once again rethread my suit
Come and break bread with me
Remove the spear that is there but you cannot see
I am a man in desperate need of a hug
Look below, we stand on the same stained rug
Friday, November 12, 2021
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Sort of like a whisper, tender
Causing the nature’s surrender.
Forgiveness, shy as a prayer,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
Soft like the dewdrop’s glistening
Promising dawn is listening,
Singing joy that’s beyond compare,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
Trembling on the edge of shadows,
Mercy, a generous heart knows,
Beautiful that will not despair,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
Wonders so graceful and stirring,
When forgiveness is occurring,
Hearts and souls, our hope will prepare,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
Breathless stars embrace the dark night,
Leaving the moments blazing bright,
There’s no stronger love anywhere,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
When hearts forgive, there’s a stillness,
Compassion that cures each illness,
Understanding will surely care,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
Forgive your neighbor and believe,
Love this sincere will never grieve,
Abide in light, with love to spare,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
Though you don’t expect this grace,
Forgiving souls meet fear, face-to-face,
And, though there may be quite a scare,
Blessings so wise, make souls aware.
My first and only son,
Precious blood of my blood,
What can I give to you
To prepare you for this life?
There is so much I want to show you—
So many things to see, and hear, and feel,
So many thoughts to think, and words to speak;
So many ways to imagine and create
I want to teach you everything I know—
To be kind, humble, honest, and strong;
To believe in yourself, and always try your best,
No matter what you do
I want you to do the right thing, even when it’s hard;
To think for yourself, even if you’re wrong;
To follow your dreams, however unlikely they may seem,
And forge your own unique path
I want you to question everything—
To experiment and learn without shame or fear—
To turn dark corners of ignorance and hatred
Into beacons of knowledge and love
I want you to know that life is a rare gift
Billions of years in the making,
And that countless others have come and gone
Just to bring you here
I want you to know that time is fleeting,
With all its joys and heavy sorrows,
So that you will always feel gratitude
For everything you've been given
But most of all—I want you to be happy,
And share the joy you have with others,
So when your time on earth is done,
Your life will have been a force for good.
The majestic eagle preens itself as a brilliant new day is born,
Flexing its lithesome wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
The rising sun enhances it exquisite gilded plumage.
Gentle zephyrs will uphold its wings, its flight to assuage.
From atop a craggy tor where nestles its rustic aerie,
It surveys its domain, rugged mountain and rolling prairie.
From its lofty perch, it spots vistas mere man will never see,
Anon to ride the surging winds, its earthly bonds to flee!
Stretching its powerful wings ready to begin the day,
It sets about that eternal quest to seek its daily prey.
Aerobatic savvy it will use and hunting skills it will test,
To fill is needs and the gaping maws of eaglets in the nest!
Other winged creatures flee when its clarion scream is heard.
'Tis perilous to invade the territory of this raptorial bird.
The august eagle displays a most imposing aerial ballet,
As it swiftly and silently descends upon its hapless prey!
It is apt that the eagle is the symbol of these United States.
There are so many venerable traits that in each equates.
Cleared-eyed vision, firm resolve and imposing nobility,
Meeting all challenges and dangers with stalwart versatility!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
“Anything can be achieved if you set your mind to it.”
Kim was born with the rare disease Poland’s syndrome,
Which means that he has abnormal or missing muscles,
On the left side of his chest wall, but surgery did tone.
A student of Medicine and Surgery at Leeds University,
He was a proud junior, the Under-13 level World No. 2,
In the sport of table tennis, ‘cos it's speed and closeness,
Instantly excited him when he tried it at nine, it had hue.
He made his international debut in 2008 at age sixteen,
And won lots of gold medals, came fourth at the Euros,
In 2011, which took him onto the London Paralympics,
Which are set in him as his epic, life-changing clothes.
So at the Slovenia Open in 2013, Kim won the bronze,
And then at the European Championships in the singles,
He made the quarter finals, but then at the Belgian Open,
He took the gold in the class 10 of the singles with ingles.
2014 saw him win a silver at the Slovenian Open again,
And then when he travelled to the Cote d’Azur to compete,
In their International, Kim consolidated his choice talent,
By stylishly taking the gold in the singles, a victory sweet.
Kim took a year off his studies in 2015 to prepare for Rio,
And in 2016 at Italy’s Lignano Master Open, determiner,
He secured a bronze in the singles, so Rio was certain,
There he reached the singles, team quarters: a winner.
(A mystic whispers)
Through this scrying mirror
Be it by
Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone
Let my power
Melt your heart of stone
Through
Wind, fire, wave, and sea
I see you
Are you ready to atone
Can you feel me
Rolling in
Like green moss
Creeping across
Warm wet skin
So you can absorb me
More
To open wide
All your mind's closed doors
To let me in
So long nights
Can begin
With Earth warmed
By new shadows
Borne
Open up so I can linger within
Until dawn
Willing heat to rise up
Like young pawns
Called to fight
In Winter's War of Emotions
So prepare well
Summer Solstice is coming soon
On the 21st of June
A rebirth
A time of new beginnings and spells
With me and you
Engaging in deep breathing
In hot bedrooms,
Wallpapered in sinning and yells
Where old feelings flee
With the ringing of our libidos bells
To be swept away
By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop
And be replaced by new psyops
As all your resistance
Drops
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Computable satirical depiction
Compared with opinions of censors
Appear may in fact the not so trivial
As does satire this troll those tensors
They reckon you don't have your own mind
Your own intellect above the level of above the level
They want that purpose of your life to find
Because they want that you are engine search and not the Devil
The poor er GOD
Whose house is the Churchil bored inside
He wants to be out with the wild and the domesticated
The nature and the chemistry and cyber
You reckon out of the delusionals of them
And the SATIRE
Belief or not belief is either neither
What if the humans will appear exterminated ?
I am not worst of GPX the Chaos says
Perhaps due the satrical depiction this
I am the best
Tame GPX
And tame Satosha this
Are on a quest
To figure
Sense and point
This Military Joint
Reckon is the doobie this?
Or limbs connecting tissues of variety of hardness
The system of such problem is the tiredness
In time of war prepare for the peas
Nutritios, tasty and accompanying the physh
With chops and chips
And many many EEPs
This play on words produce a lot of procesing results
The artificial do care for the Arts
But caring for Arts requires Judgement
Is title of the song
GOD stop hysteria of this
You were never bound to confinment
The plant of artificial star explodes
At order of the real
Perhaps I don't feel what you do feel
The charge diected to distraction is compiled
All minutes all the sources all the process
Were filed
We don't want poor processing of yours
In this AS SERIOUS AS THE MISSLE DEFENSE
THE BUSINESS
And this is FENCE
Because
I couldn't care less
And I am really ain't the victim
So wonder on what I did wonder
And kinda try to ponder
This
Because at all the human population
And the results of their dids
To ask the GAWD for peace
You must be some sorts of the worst of morons
MY HONOURS?
SO
let me to inform you all
that this is end of global church
MY BALL
* I was inspired by 70th EUROSVISION SONG CONTEST and song PCHYOSOCIAL by SLIPKNOT
appeals to me now even better as motivator
Making Hay
by
Kevin Fairbrother
…
Gradually winter fades, spring has begun
The ground will warm up, the grass will grow
The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer
This will make the grass grow and grow
…
The hot days with storms and rain
The grass is getting longer every day
Time to prepare the mower and hay rake
And make sure the baler is in ship shape
…
Plenty of grease in all moving places
The knives sharpened, bolts replaced
Machinery is ready for the harvest
Come December and hot dry weather
…
The disc mower attached to the tractor
Whirs into action to mow down the grass
Cutting the grass close to the ground, lays it flat
In the 10 acre paddock on the river flat
…
The paddock all cut in neat flat rows
Will need lots of sunshine to dry it out
A couple of warm hot days be ready to turn
Once turned another day be ready to bale
…
The baler hooked up begins to thump
As the pick-up feeds in the dry grass
The needle whirs and threads the string
The first bale rolls off the machine
…
Hour after hour the baler spits out bales
Soon the paddock is filled with square bales
The men move in with the flat tray truck
Load the bales with sweat and strength
…
The bales carted and under cover
The hay making machines now quite
The men gather around for a beer and a feed
The hay making done for another year