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STOP THE ROT
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Who am I to judge or make comment?
Tell a story about the past and present
When I live and work in Australia
And can’t claim this place as my home
…
For the original inhabitants, indigenous people
Claim Australia as theirs, say it was stolen
Forget about the white folk and what they have achieved
This great land of plenty should be shared by all
…
I feel we should live as one nation with a united voice
Share the spoils and reap the rewards for all
Live and let live in peace and harmony
Treat all as equals in all things Australian
…
Australian born and bred for 70 years plus
Living in a country divided flying two flags
I have no choice this place is home to me
But feel alienated in a foreign land
…
To segregate, alienate, divide and cause disharmony
Resentment and abuse of the law of the land
Governments must show courage, lead by example
Not favor one people over another for political gain
We will pay dearly for saying sorry for deeds of the past
If the original inhabitants have their way
We should not be held to ransom for the past
By those with an agenda to divide this nation
…
Let commonsense prevail, put the past to bed
Whilst remembering the wrongs that took place
Join the two flags to signify a nation as one
Let this be the crux that heals the rift that exists
…
Maybe then the rot will stop
I.
There's a phantom closing in with the tempest
There's an all seeing eye in the wind that knows best
There's a voice crying in the wilderness without rest
Repent! Repent! The kingdom of Truth is at hand
The knights of Zion are almost done with their quest
The raving dusk calls dawn and her dewy companions
They beseech the Lord of the light full years who paid the highest ransom
II.
Listen to the cornerstone speak
He holds back the blooms in seasons when he pleases
His words are lustrous and his voice is still
My heart will hold his secrets
Like the heavens hold the cluster of stars
When all their forces and courage in radiance they muster
Their tolerances and desires to utter
Deep-seated on high with the twenty and four elders
III.
Indulge me, Lord of the cross
The battles wouldn't engulf me though my life seems to hang on a toss
The storms I seek to quell will never overwhelm me
If I stay in the hollow of your hands, your spirit will protect me
If you let me down, I may end up with the lost you count
So please hold me now and let me drink from your fount
IV.
Your elements of time no other can device
Lord of the Earth, seas and fire
You hush winds and here in the midst of uncertainty we build what's certain,
Lo, I'm forever strong on your wings
Knowing you're the true Lord of the spirits
Your will for me is written
By the angel of your presence, it is fulfilled
V.
There are beholders with beauties, all yours
And windows blinded by superstitions hearts nurse
Dreaming on a journey that never seems to end
Only Jesus can hold us firm when that thief comes to rend
Blaming God knowing there's nothing without the maker
And he brings forth all put down by the undertaker
All cast in one image by the angel of his
presence
Fiery, tormenting, burning with brimstone…
Such is the Lake of fire’s furious raging wrath
That warned me… being among the doomed:
“fearful, unbelieving, abominable,
murderers, ... and liars*…”
Expressed by the Scriptures.
Agonizing throughout eternity…
Oh, what a grim hopeless misery
Awaiting those to be cast into the lake of fire.
Frightened, I ought to flee from that bottomless pit
Of grievous excruciating condemnation…
...But what must I do?
I thank God Who by His grace and mercy
Rescued me when I trusted Him – Jesus Christ
My Saviour Who paid the penalty of my sin’s wages
Through His death, burial and resurrection...
He became the ransom price to shut me out from that lake of fire
And never to suffer terribly hell’s torture.
Spiritually freed from damnation, awfully everlasting
While assured of heaven’s triumphant bliss
I’m now refreshed by the Lord’s stream of living water…
To share the Gospel of salvation with my Redeemer's love
And testify about His compassion for others to escape
From holiness’ wrath seething from the lake of fire.
*Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.
April 6, 2019
2nd Place, "Intensity" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 4/25/2019.
Confession is the telling of our sins to a duly authorized priest, for the purpose of abstaining forgiveness
We are bound to confess our mortal sins. But it is well also to confess our venial sins.
The chief qualities of a good confession are three: it must be humble, sincere and entire.
Our confession is humble when we accuse ourselves of our sins, with a deep sense of shame and sorrow for having offended God
Confession are sincere, when we tell our sins honestly and truthfully either exaggerating nor excusing them
Confession is entire, when we tell the number and kinds of our sins and the circumstances which change their nature
If we cannot remember the number of our sins, we should tell the number as nearly as possible, and say how often we may have sinned in a day, a week or a month and how long the habit or practice lasted.
If without our fault we forget to confess our mortal sin Tour Confession is worthy, and the sin is forgiven; but it must be told on confession if it again comes to our mind
It is grievous offense willfully concealed a mortal sin in Confesasion must not only confess it, but also repeat all the sins he has committed since his last worthy confession.
The priest gives us a penance after Confession, that we may satisfy God for the temporal punishment due to our sins
The Sacrament of Penance remits the eternal punishment due to sin but does not always remit the temporal punishment which God requires as satisfaction for our sins
God requires a temporal punishment as a satisfaction for sin, to teach us the great evil of sin and to prevent us from falling again.
The chief means by which we satisfy God for the temporal punishment due to sin are: Prayer, Fasting, Almsgiving, all spiritual and corporal works of mercy, and the patient suffering of the ills of life
Spiritual works of mercy are 7: To admonish the sinner, to instruct the ignorant, to counsel the doubtful, to comfort the sorrowful, to bear wrongs patiently, to forgive all injuries, and to pray for the living and the dead.
The Chief corporal works of mercy are 7: To feed the hungry, to give drink to the thirsty, to cloth the naked, to ransom the captive, to harbor the harborless, to visit the sick and to bury the dead
There's an invitation for you from the moon,
You're to get there within a moment of time,
Side by side comes your foe,...everyone is invited to show,
Eyes are blinking,...the moon stands still,
Whilst,men are tensed up,
The galaxy closed the deal,
Strong wind is blown to smash everyone present,
The formation of the space is beyond human compromised crescent,
Who gave you the invitation?
Concealers hate to respond,
Change of atmospheric condition,comes your love dipped on,
They walk in queue,...angels ascending and descending,
Darkness getting more awesome,
The sun however is not set from the viewers on the earth ransom,
It's very clear how non-luminous the moon is qualified,
Grumbling for safety,feeling thirsty and hungry for strengthened side,
What is the discovery?
Exploring nature and seasons,
'Should I refer myself to be alien'...,of course, No!
Connection of your foes and love ones now expanding,
We both don't know how it started,
Surely,our haters are unknown,
Same way can't we bring out the batch of our personal lovers,
Once we see the parading angels,glory is seen,
I hear and get more frustrated,
Powers in the moon fire's out a machine gun on us already slated,
The story of a wimpy man,
The path of life you never need,
When some come and run,
Nothing is going to save the freed,
Can't anticipate of writing you a security,
The best of you only dwells in you obscurity,
That says the power of light in the street,
Please,you're welcome!
Have a seat!
I once met a man, in the forrests of Tibet.
His counternance was pale yet his name was Robinette.
Past the clearing of the Belt and down into the bottomneck stream
is where he lived in isolation with a gift of crafting dreams
With just a scroll and his ink he could conquer Goliath
a GIFT THAT enscribes him a legend, a self-imposed pariah
His mind was unhinged so the words were unhindered,
never once did he blink,lest his memories squandered
he would wield that pen, the greatest painter of minds
would surrender each soul with the lies he devised
he would keep an accounting of the words in each page
in all of those scribbles, were worlds to be named.
Those words made me sleep, guarding my peace
rendering this beast to a ransom release
The sentences were a rhythm that I could breathe
the punctuation of which, was smooth-calm light breeze
As I browed, frowned into the pages that were
So too the the vast letters my eyes chauffeured
mY senses mangled, my vision blurred
this was more than a vision, this was my life's metaphor
So the PAINTER MINDS,did paint me a dream
scratched out my boundaries and stroked in a stream
created new paradise, and new heavens unearthed
but the later was not to be, and the former re-emerged.
You come here and you hold the bottomless pit;
You've come to grips your life worthless;
Whom am I to say;
God doesn't force it on us, it's you this way;
You've chosen to fall away;
You've pick the ransom, but to your dismay;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
Now in your imagination;
You come across this perfect nation;
Filled with love, joy, peace and harmony;
Streets made of gold, God is the light;
No more night, no need for the moon or the sun;
Whom am I to say;
God inter-workings are not ours to play;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
and the beauty of it all as I survey;
This place where I'm wanting to go one day;
Such a haven;
This place must be heaven;
And you whom once have such a perfect, and beautiful face;
Fallen, fallen, fell Fall Lucifer you whom have fallen from grace;
Form:
A toast to the future.' And the coming King
As all old power is crumbling, raise your voices and sing.' He is the answer inherent
The giver of true life, the new wine maker his countenance so bright.' He's the refiner
Of pilgrims, on the 'straightend path' His blood has carved its existence, that beleivers can pass, there are situations as you go along, but meet them with faith and a gospel song..Manys the challenge.'
Yet such has ever been.' Imagine meeting such
Without Jesus being in the scene.? Are
You at times despondent.? What
about those born blind.? And those murdered by wars, these life events are not kind.' Yet neither are they everlasting 'as is Jesus Christ.'' Can His baptisam be described
as nice? A cup of gall, and crowning
in pain He took all that for some to gain.' He trod down real demons and satan too, to pay your ransom,
that only He could do' He
fullfilled the prophesy ( that satan spoke )
Who was powerless such to render.' In fact
he is the worst of bad jokes, sidlined and bitter his drive is to accuse, deviod of glamour his fate, is only to lose.'
When innocence no longer knows fear
the rivers of earth will unleash a baptism,
as anger fades with their ancestors genes
souls of the Guf will forevermore fly free
Evils are blinding the light of humanity
spotting the gaze of the troubled
stealing the hearts of the lost,
a graver threat now revolutionizes war
We've only one chance to save our world
do not waste it with greed and envys lies,
now with connections made planet wide
the danger has never been more imminent
Turn every first contact into one of love
you will never find a stronger bind,
touch the water flowing on wails of grief
know their pain, believe it until death
Let justice rise her heavenly sword
lowering it onto the nape of the wicked,
and eternally let truth be your shield
no greater protection exists on earth
Find peace in a seeded blade of grass
know a communion of humanity in a sunrise, as the federation of angels arrives, know,
they come in peace but prepared for war.
Balanced on a blackening precipice
in these moments a choice is made,
that commitment will lead the world
into a platinum age of peaceful bliss
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy