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Return from Egypt
Matthew 2:19-23
After the Christ’s left for Egypt, where they avoided King Herod,
For five whole years, because in the fifth year Herod simply died,
Mary and Joseph arose, took the boy and his joinery wear, god,
To return finally in the land of Israel: Herod had in death, failed.
Here is Matthew 2:19-23. Matthew: “19 After King Herod died,
An angel from the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt [lex].
20 ‘Get up,’ the angel said, ‘and take the child and his mother [hi’d],
And go to the land of Israel. Those...trying to kill the child are dead’, [rex].
21 Joseph got up, took the child and his mother, and went to...Israel.
22 But when he heard that Archelaus ruled over Judea [Joseph thought],
In place of his father Herod, Joseph was afraid to go there. [The rail].
Having been warned in a dream [ok], he went to the area of Galilee [ought].
23 He settled in a city called Nazareth so that what was spoken,
Through the prophets might be fulfilled: He will be called a Nazarene.”
So, that was Matthew 2:19-23, full text almost and not token:
Your understanding of the script is fine, it is true and alkaline.
Sigmund Freud theorised the ego, which depends upon ID, brink,
This is the id, and stated we are psychopaths to our identity cultural,
Where our super-ego can lurk. He said it is by libido that we think,
A sexualised energy towards death drive and a neurotic guilt banal.
Here, Joseph objected to King Archelaus, the son and heir of Herod,
Who valued Roman law and therefore this Murder of the Innocents,
This did not collate his mind. Blaize it seems, he contradicted the rod:
The angel’s whose thought was his speed, to instead Nazareth pence.
So, church some leaders today don’t imply angels, predestination,
But rather judge angels as suspicious: Catholics believe, Protestants mar.
With your wit do judge the mild baby as given digs from relation:
Taught intelligent, made sane, driven to writ and forgiven for tar - bar.
Dreams above visions state the problem too simply, paraphernalia,
Because it is using minds that humans have visions, possibly -
Our stress points cognate the brain to visualise a better land, trivia,
So Freud’s dreams are more personal, and talk community.
Common English Bible used.
The
familiar
sound
of
gunshots
rings
out
in
the
dead
of
night,as
a
sniper
takes
position
in
the
bushes
outta
sight,
Past
my
front
door
I
hear
the
sound
of
many
marching
feet,as
II
Para
make
their
presence
felt
upon
a
Belfast
street,
Gerry
Adams
does
a
hard
days
graft
and
then
its
homeward
bound,as
a
British
soldier
just
nineteen
lays
bleeding
on
the
ground,
Well
he
fought
for
Queen
and
country
so
it
comes
as
no
surprise,as
he
draws
his
last
breath,says
a
prayer
and
there
a
hero
dies,
So
many
slain
civilians
they're
just
casualties
of
war,do
the
f*ckers
even
realise
what
it
is
they're
fighting
for?
Or
has
the
whole
point
of
it
got
lost
in
the
mists
of
time,the
I'R'A
take
credit
for
their
latest
deadly
crime,
In
a
safehouse
miles
from
nowhere
there's
three
loyalists
lying
dead,one
in
a
grave
(he
was
buried
alive)and
two
with
one
straight
through
the
head,
But
the
score
it
was
even
before
the
cock
crowed,three
Catholic
civilians
were
slain,
And
there's
rumours
of
vengence
and
fights
to
the
death,and
calls
to
keep
calm
from
Sinn
Fein,
As
politicians
armed
with
pens
sit
counting
up
lost
lives,the
Ulster
Paramilitary
sit
sharpening
their
knives,
And
loading
slugs
into
the
clip
of
some
dead
soldiers
gun,"Come
on
now
lads
there's
dirty
deeds
still
waiting
to
be
done,
In
Londonderry,County
Down,in
Belfast,Newry
too,the
Catholics
and
the
protestants
keep
Ireland
torn
in
two,
As
children
grow
up
in
the
shadow
of
fear,there's
a
stench
of
death
and
bloodshed
here,
So
you
with
the
power
to
give
us
the
chance,lets
find
a
solution
and
finish
the
dance,
Give
Ireland
back
to
the
Irish...please!
or
bring
the
whole
damned
nation
crashing
down
to
its
knees.
Imagine that someone wants to argue against the existence of air
All the while breathing in air
The Catholics have the Mitered Buffoon
They say Protestants have the “Paper Pope” too
Immanuel Kant said you can’t bring the noumenal and phenomenal together
And it was for duty’s sake that we honor God, or whether
Rene Descartes says I doubt therefore I must exist to do the doubting
Akin to intellectual touting
Friedrich Nietzsche said we can’t give up God because we believe in
laws of grammar
God’s anvil has exhausted many a hammer
David Hume came to skepticism over the induction principle
Bertrand Russell said the same thing
Only Cornelius Van Til could say that the unbeliever is like a child
sitting on his father’s lap
Can reach up and slap his father’s face
It is by God’s common grace that the unbeliever
can sit on God’s lap reach up and infantilely slap His face
The intellectual picture and metaphor
Is in Christ who died for a Whore
Heraclitus and Zeno can consider points in a stream not the same in time
Or arrows that have antecedent range each and every time
Copernicus and Kepler (even Aristarchus) are skewing heliocentricity
Why wasn’t Ptolemy or Lucretius given verticity
All today’s G.O.A.T.’s can buy their fame
They won’t walk with the sheep on the last day
John Lennon said it out loud imagine there’s no heaven
We can equally posit imagine there is no Lennon
The Auburn Affirmation could only deny Christ’s deity
Jean Paul Sartre could only collar the Holy Spirit and throw Him out
Wittgenstein could only show disgust in the ubiquity of God’s judgment
on him
Unless they were breathing God’s air
And it’s the battling against the Holy Spirit’s work that is the unforgivable sin
Matthew asked this author
“How can you hate someone you don’t believe in?”
In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
The masters of buzz words
used to instill fear
Clutching their pearls saying
“liberals take what’s dear”
Right wingers with their
inescapable nexus
Says its liberals insistent
political correctness
If the “Woke” amplified the
so called cancel culture
The extreme right has weaponized
it for years like vultures
Confining the first amendment,
to burn books and ban,
Limits free speech, squelches
protests, circumscribed all they can
As always it’s the least entitled
to complain the loudest
Claiming they are right and
most patriotic proudest
Canceling or firing those who’s
views don’t meet theirs
Every problem they will
say is the left’s affairs
Not a day goes by that they
don’t say the left will cancel you
Reminiscent of “Stalin”
they seem to take their cue
Conservatives need to breathe
and mind their own house
Take notice what it is that
they themselves shout
Liberals are rising to defend
old-fashion tolerance
Not sitting around trying
to show dominance
Like the illiberal witch burning
preformed by the Protestants
While screaming the loudest
how liberals are communist
Ben Shapiro claims cancel
culture is a left wing invention
When they’ve been doing
it thru history with cancel tension
Canceling those who defied
any of their moral strictures
In living memory, I can show
proof with mental pictures
Colin Kaepernick , Dixie chicks, Nikole
Hannah-Jones, critical race theory and more
The kings and queens of
canceling calling liberals whores
Honestly can’t we all just get along,
stop being so damn righteous
Realize that everyone right
or left we are in crisis
Lets keep it real Liberals are
not without fault of their own
Why can’t we all not practice
what we preach and showing
The familiar sound of gunshots
rings out in the dead of night,
As a sniper takes position in the
bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the
sound of many marching feet,
As 2 Para make their presence
felt upon a Belfast street,
Gerry Adams does a hard days
graft 'n' then it's homeward
bound,
As a British soldier just
nineteen lays bleeding on the
ground,
Well he fought for queen 'n'
country so it comes as no
surprise,
As he draws his last
breath,says a prayer and there
a hero dies,
So many slain civilians(they're
just casualties of war,
Do the f*ckers even realise
what it is they're fighting for?
Or has the whole point of it got
lost in the mists of time?
The Ira take credit for their
latest deadly crime,
In a safe house miles from
nowhere there's three loyalists
lying dead,
One in a grave (he was buried
alive) and two with one straight
through the head,
But the score it was evened
before the cock crowed,three
catholic civilians were slain,
And there's rumours of
vengeance and fights to the
death and calls to keep calm
from Sinn Fein,
As politicians armed with pens
sit counting up lost lives,
The Ulster Paramilitary sit
sharpening their knives,
And loading slugs into the clip
of someone else's gun,
"Come on now lads there's dirty
deeds awaiting to be done"
In Londonderry,County Down,in
Belfast,Newry too,
The Catholics and the
Protestants keep Ireland torn in
two,
As our children grow in the
shadow of fear,
There's a stench of death and
bloodshed here,
So you with the power please
give us the chance,
To find a solution and finish the
dance,
Give Ireland back to the Irish
pleeaasssse!
Or bring the whole damned
nation crashing down to its
knees.
The Holy Bible is an ancient collection
Of 66 books comprised
Thirty-nine books mainly in Hebrew
The OT, by the Jewish people still prized.
The NT books were letters
Written in the Greek language.
The first five books were written by Moses,
Who out of Egypt conducted Israel’s passage.
Around 450 BC, the Jewish scriptures
Were arranged by rabbinical councils,
Who acknowledged their sacredness,
Called Tanakh in Jewish circles.
In 250 BC, the Hebrew Bible
Was translated into Greek;
A translation known as the Septugint
For 70 translators this task did seek.
After approximately 400 years
Jesus arrived on the scene.
He often quoted the Old Testament,
Especially the books of Moses so pristine!
Jesus spoke of the laws—
The prophets and Psalms.
Concerning His prophetic life,
With the OT, He had no qualms.
In AD 40, The Gospels of the NT began to be written
During the 200’s they were translated
Into Latin, Coptic & Syriac
In the 1450’s, the Gluttenburg Bible was printed.
In 1516, Martin Luther declared his intolerance
With the Roman Church’s corruption,
So the Diet of Worms Council decided
To Martyr Luther by selection.
Instead of killing Martin Luther,
The Council translated The Bible into German.
Similarly William Tyndale translated it into English
For British, private sermon.
In 1535, Coverdale printed the first English Bible,
But if found in one’s possession
Queen Mary would burn you at the stake—
The burning of Protestants was her obsession!
Shakespeare quoted from the Geneva,
The first Bible taken to the USA.
In 1610, the King James Bible was printed
And we still have it with us today!
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011
Humanity born on the bone of an earthen mound
froze graphics on cave walls hail their Ice Age strive,
wall carvings speak three trees, a forest be sound,
harsh times craft crept the charged choice to thrive,
they owned their time, and those old craved their life.
Termed yarn cave lifers to cliff dwellers,
the continental divide craft the Americas,
Aztec and Mayan walled labyrinth kaleidoscopic cellars,
to the mountainous Incans Cuzco etchers Transamerica's,
and Far East Orient, and Indian subcontinent chiselers.
Biblically phrased had enlighten the world of Christians,
as writings on the wall are prophetically profound,
the world's a better place for Catholics and Protestants,
most have read that Scripture blesses all Faiths as sound,
Christ states to the fish and loave eaters on top of a mound.
Throughout time, an omen from The Rock of Ages,
from a second or to a millennium of years ago,
says nothing but for the claimant to ascertain the sages,
and so a man of God locked in the den of lions. Oh, woe!
Sees Daniel alive surrounded by lions. King mop & mow.
Wars between King Nebuchadnezzar and The Persians
and The Medes that had led to his loss and surrender,
and eventually to his death. The Persians claimed versions
of the city of Babylon, and The Medes took the other,
half yond Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar reflects, dies a believer.
Words on the wall are meant for just you to fathom.
Do not dawdle, if there's time, sleep on it. Then awake
and process what might be a deep chasm or a tiny atom.
Your righteousness doubted, rid the evil, and do what it take
to claim, the Way, the Truth, and the Life as a keepsake.
Abraham Lincoln saw it happening and tried to stop it…a nation getting out of hand
he knew a house divided against itself would not be strong enough to stand…
Today we are a country divided..no longer are we whole
America…which was once a melting pot…has somehow lost her soul
Our country was founded on the concept of freedom; it is at our core...our very heart.
yet this freedom…to be different…pushes us further and further apart.
Democrats, Republicans, Christians, Protestants, yes to guns, no to guns, Straights and Gays.
Black and White, Rich and Poor--we’ve allowed our differences to lead the way.
This in itself is not a problem, our differences make America a more interesting place
The problem arises when our differences…we fail to embrace.
And when I as an American think living in the land of the brave and the free
means accepting as Americans only those who think and act like me.
I use to feel on the 4th of July…we could put our differences aside
and for one day…one moment…become a country unified.
But I no longer feel that way…for even on the 4th of July we’re not a country unified
we remain a country divided…the gap has grown too wide.
I used to love the 4th of July…as fireworks lit up the sky
when I thought of what this day meant…tears would fill my eyes
During this year’s celebration it was Abraham Lincoln’s words I was recalling
and the tears I wiped were for a house divided…and a country that is falling.
But I cling with hope to other words Mr. Lincoln said
knowing freedom would be filled with lows…and highs
He said:
I am not concerned that you have fallen…
I’m concerned that you arise.
The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,as II Para make thier presence felt upon a Belfast street,
Gerry Adams does a hard days graft and then it's homeward bound,as a British soldier just nineteen lays wounded on the ground,
Well he fought for Queen and country so it comes as no surprise,as he drew his last breath,said a prayer and there a hero dies,
So many slain civilians there just casualties of war,do these people even realise what it is they're fighting for?
Or has the whole point of it got lost in the mists of time,the I.R.A take credit for thier latest deadly crime,
In a safe-house miles from nowhere ther's three loyalists lying dead,one in a grave[he was buried alive]and two with one straight through the head,
But the score it was evened before the cock crowed three Catholic civilians were slain,and there's rumours of vengence and fights to the death and calls to keep calm from Sinn Fein,
As politicians armed with pens sit counting up lost lives,the Ulster Paramilitary sit sharpening thier knives,
And loading slugs into the clip of someone elses gun,cpme on now lads there's dirty deeds awaitin to be done,
In Londonderry,County Down,in Belfast,newry too,the catholics and the protestants keep Ireland torn into,
as our children grow up in the shadow of fear,there's a stench of death and bloodshen here,
So you with the power to give us a chance,let's find a solution and finish the dance,
give Ireland back to the Irish....please,or bring the whole damned nation crashing down to its knees.