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In order to repair the breach we must finally concede
that there's a disconnection from God that we must address by deed
for as naked as Adam and Eve were when they tried to hide from their sins
we need to take a long hard look inside ourselves once again
In the sight of God we're all covered with sin like dirt on clothes
we need to reposition ourselves so of our lives God can take control
we must be brutally honest and look within our own hearts
before we can attempt to judge others on ourselves we need to start
by the way we talk, our spiritual walk and the way that we behave
as none of us are sinless let's be more united in order to be saved
put the pettiness aside, throw out the trash, the personal baggage and issues
those titles, the positions, the ranks
and prejudices that have us divided and confused
In order to repair the breach we must do a true self examination
remove the weight of sin from our hearts to be cleansed for spiritual preparation
to spend less time on those things that are not of God
to spend more time reading His Word and then taking It to heart
no longer to feel disconnected in our relationship with Jesus Christ
removing the plank from our own eyes in order to see the true joy in life
the joy of the Lord that gives us the comfort and the strength
that unlimited power supply that will go the entire distance
we must stop being so self-centered and to God open our minds
by disarming the enemy's influence and embracing God's Kind
to be there for each other more than superficially
to care and love one another more authentically
to recognize that Jezebel spirit so consumed with power and material wealth
to reveal and then rebuke it so we can retain our spiritual health
God desires to take us to a place of victory
we just need to stop being our own worst enemy
In order to repair the breach, the joy must be restored
that spiritual contentment that the Holy Spirit affords
so rediscover and reconnect to your Savior Jesus Christ
reestablish your commitment and the covenant of speaking life
forget about the trials and tribulations that God said He'd take care of
trust in Him to provide and then bask in His unconditional love
to have true gladness and the grace of God now within your reach
your connection with God has restored the joy and thus repaired the breach
A day to remember; eleven September;
The year -two thousand and one.
Blue sky so pretty, over New York City,
The workday barely begun.
Out of the sky, with a terrible roar,
The first plane hit the Tower.
Soon into view, came one plane more.
Two strikes within the hour!
Fire and smoke; and terrified folk,
Trying to escape with their lives.
Some got away, but many perished that day:
Single people--and husbands--and wives.
In Washington D.C.,came strike number three
On the Pentagon--seat of the military.
The scene-much the same:another hijacked plane.
Oh, how this day turned so scary!
There was also one more;but Plane number Four
Had people who refused to yield.
Soon they began to foil the enemy's plan,
And forced a crash in a field!
America discovered that day-in a horrible way,
That we were no longer immune.
This was a wake -up call, that shook one and all,
But we began to rally real soon!
The enemy assumed with glee,that he had brought us to our knees.
Yet the thing he misunderstood,
Was that although we were there, we were kneeling in prayer!
Out of evil would arise good.
Back at the Towers. minutes became hours,
As people searched through the rubble.
Professionals, and volunteers:full of anxiety and fears
Headed back into danger and trouble.
They acted so brave, for there were people to save.
And, as they helped one another,
There were may heroes, at that place called Ground Zero,
All working together as brothers.
From around our great land, hand joined in hand:
Numerous offers of help were made.
No one sat and just waited; people congregated
They gave; they gave; they prayed;
Now flags fly everywhere, you frequently hear prayer,
Asking God to be our Guide.
Life has changed in many ways,over just a few days.
There exists renewed national pride!
Though we have declared war-it's unlike any before.
For we fight a foe that's difficult to see.
So as you kneel in prayer, utilize your time there,
To ask God to grant us victory!
Originally written Sept 29, 2001 and posted here as we near the anniversary once
again. Our nation still needs the prayer!
Charlie Pelota HSLP
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I was real tempted to write this in a rhyme
Because it’s just the most natural to me
However the pure hell I feel this morning
Keeps me from doing so
I have over five years clean and sober
Five years clean after twenty-five years
Of being a Junkie, convict and a cook
I have tried so hard to use myself as an example
Of what not to be
As well as what to be
If that makes any sense at all
You see I’m trembling as tears flow this morning
Freely down my face
Last night was the hardest night
In my life of recovery
I had a dream and in my dream
I made up a big shot, my own special speedball
Then I did the whole hundred CCs
As I went out in my dream
I woke up in my life
Shaking like a leaf on a tree
Right as the hurricane hits the shore
My wife woke up because suddenly I was hot
As lava flowing from an erupting Volcano
And I got violently ill
This was around midnight last night
It’s now eight A.M. and I just quit shaking
Enough to write this out
Sometimes the comfort I find in my poetry
Is a comfort I haven’t felt
Since my mother last held me in her arms
When I was just four
I wrote this out as a warning to others who follow
So they can mentally prepare themselves
For the simple fact that long after
The physical addiction is gone and forgot
The devil will crawl inside their dreams
Trying to lure them back into the pure
Hell of Addiction
Yesterday I made plans with my daughter
Sarah to spend a few days together at a
Clearlake midway between where we live.
My earlier post I wrote yesterday after her
i and I talked. The Devil knows that my
Children and my desire to be the dad I
should be for them is the main motivating
factor in my recovery so he tried hard to
take me back out last night. Praise be the
power of God for today I'm still clean and
stronger from the test. I'm sorry I was
compelled to write and post this for I know
it can't be enjoyable to read. I've cancelled
all my appointments today for I just feel I
need to pray and rest. God Bless you all
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Sunday afternoons
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i abandoned my self, and reached out with all my heart
to a God whom i knew could help me survive
and keep me from coming all the way apart
and for awhile i was so truly alive
now i am better, and so much worse
Jesus helped me through the valley of the shadow
lifted what seemed Satans' own curse
now i can function in this world, but i know,
this day to day life isn't the point of it all
this house i side doesn't matter anymore
i hear loud and clear the call
and i can't answer the knocking at the door
because of all this housework i have to do
the dishes need washing, the bedroom's a mess
asnd when i'm all done, there's laundry, too
i'm simply to busy and needed for God to bless
i say, when i think of it, that He created me for Him
that what i do for this body is a waste of time
i want to pray away the day, to sing my favorite hymn
to put down the load, and really start to climb
like i was meant to from birth
to devote my life to a higher calling
to pursue God for all i'm worth
i had found a Towering Peak, now, i'm falling
down, down, down, to the valley floor
in the mud, and the dirt
yet i still know what living's for
and for the path i'm still alert
to find again the Lord i loved so completely
to find through Him, a way to clean the dirt that hurts
instead of the floors, or the dog hair i see
or the pans, or the yard, or my shirts
somehow i've got to find a way
to excape those things that hold me down
and open my eyes again one day
and see in me, a friend of a King, who gives His crown
instead iof a loser, whos sin is so comfortably worn
a man meant for God, but used up by men
a man looking up, yet so careworn, forlorn
and longing to feel his Saviors touch again
this is me, as hopeless as a man could be
i remember times spent with the only Holy One
moments burning bright in memory
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i would go back, but the chores aren't done
Having found great joy in giving I gave.
$25,000.00 anonymously shared.
What poor soul would this bequest save?
Who would thank God that someone cared?
I prayed for an answer and the wisdom to know.
To whom in the world should generosity flow?
Someone with wisdom to make kindness grow…
One poor visionary could multiply heaven’s glow.
I went to a park and looked around.
Folk’s laughter and love did there abound.
Children scampered with energy unbound.
It was there that my recipient was soon found.
A distant figure in the dark of shade,
One hungry man through the garbage waylaid.
Huddled in a coat with a dingy facade.
I slipped him a note with my message relayed.
Meet me in the morning at about sunrise.
You have found God’s favor; I have your surprise.
That the re-meeting was important I did realize.
The test: dependability and lucidness to surmise.
I went there at dawn and sat on a bench.
The bag full of money held tight in my clench.
My stomach was churning, my fingers did wrench.
I had thought that this giving would be a cinch.
Shortly I saw him walk across the lawn.
Curiosity and hope shone brightly upon his face.
What, I wondered, would experience spawn?
We sat there and talked about life, way past dawn.
He shared his dream and I gave him the bag.
Trusting that God would stay by his side.
One year later, he stood on a crag.
Praising his Lord for His constant abide.
Twenty-five thousand had increased a hundred fold.
Having lost everything that he had since birth,
He had learned a hard lesson when he had no gold.
So, he set out on a mission to heal man on earth.
Unselfish acts and the insight to invest
Led him down a path to wisdom and success.
He passed love forward filling each bitter cup.
Along his way, he, too, lifted others up.
© January 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Fictional Written for Carol Brown's Contest: I Helped the Needy
The moment I woke up
Tiredness granted me Good morning
With all the strength I had
I prayed what I could
Collapsed into bed
Agonized with fever
And throbbing stomach aches
I lied in my bed
Shaking..
From the cold
Wrapping myself with rugs of clothes
Constantly feeling the urge to throw up
Nausea covered me, surrounded me
And I waited
It was Ramadan
Food or water I was not allowed to have
A pill of drug or medicine I starved
But I waited
Three hours were ahead
I had no intention of wasting my fasting
I wondered here and there
The painstaking headache pursued me
And buried me in ache
The trash can beside me awaits
The upcoming throw up
That didn’t arrive
In pain I lied
The smell of food protruding from the kitchen
Smothered me
Causing my stomach to hurt and hunger even more
To my laptop I went
Motionless and lifeless as ever
I sat there waiting for the call
Waiting for the call of the mosque
Granting me the allowance to eat
And so it did
I stood up, shaking in my clothes
To the kitchen I headed
Like a lousy drunk I looked
To the food, to the water
I took my pills
I drank my juice
No feelings of hunger conquered me
I lost my appetite
I left the table
Dizzy and sore
I fell to the couch
Like a mummy indoor
The feelings, the headache, the soreness
Continued still
I said thank God for my health
Lying there, as my family watched
The shows ahead
Not a moment in this life
I will remember less
Because at last
I realized the price of health
What I lost
I remembered still
And God
The merciful granted me
What he took from me
Because of a reason
I lacked knowing yet
I Drank
I drank away my future and I drank away my past
I drank away the anger in hopes it will not last
I drank away the suffering in hopes it fades away
I drank away the night and I drank away the day
I drank away my memories that seem to come and go
I drank away the pain I felt and times of feeling low
I drank away the sorrow and the tears I cry and night
I drank away the hurt and scars I know that it’s not right
I drank away the agony that I’ve known through out my years
I drank away the frustration and I drank away my fears
I drank away the family that caused the pain you see
I drank away my childhood and I drank away the me
This is my prayer for you my friend don’t let it go on to long
Give to God your vices the ones you know are wrong
If you wait to long like me my friend it’s harder to break the chain
Drinking only masks the sorrow and it only masks the pain
Don’t hide behind the bottle because its clear and all can see
Don’t hide behind the past and don’t hide behind the me
The me is a representation of all the things you hate
Take it from a drunkard with God it’s never to late
So when the time comes and you feel the urge to drink
I hope this poem reminds you and I hope it makes you think
These words from a drinker I know the pain you flee
God can take it from you he saved a wretch like me
The Writings of an Invisible Man is available at Amazon.com
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Christ illuminates
and we feast our spirits eyes
with food for thought, we ruminates
and, a gift of God, we realize!
all of our spirits, before God, dance and sing
we celebrate, He re-creates, we've to ask, and work, and wait
all for our God, who has given us everything
and on Him, i would happily place my fate
and one fine day, while still on Earth
we will see, and indeed be, evidence of God On High
proven will be our Divine re-birth
as time on Earth goes by, and Heaven draws ever more nigh
and through this time, those around can see
that God is real, and they can then know
to seek Him too, and be made true, and free
and their dis-belief can finally go
they too, can be remade, in His image so grand
and look ahead, past their death bed, to life instead
and all people can come to understand
what Jesus meant when He said,
"Peace be unto you."
but know this, that til that wondrous day
no Christian will be perfect, just forgiven
but i think that is mostly okay
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since life aint for regrettin, but for livin'!!!!
A man is judged not by his fall, but how he rises up.
Examples come not from the heights, but from adversity's cup.
The strength we gain while fallen down is what our child perceives.
The transparent heart acquired from pain reveals what we believe.
A common man will fold his hand. His honor, in pity, dies.
But men of strength will rise again, through faith in God on High.
Burdens found, in fires walked through, to God is very clear;
Trust Him to stand in midst of trials for strength to persevere.
Tho eyes will see and ears will hear, our failures worn on sleeves,
The test is how we demonstrate that which we believe.
The test of faith cannot be won while we are walking tall;
But only as our life is crushed and on our face and small.
Wisdom's truth will not be found, nor can it be discerned,
Except with trials and failures lived, unveiling what we learn.
Beware the tests that follow trials, from which you stand or run.
How you rise above the fire... is who your child becomes.
In silent tears, I cry to you Lord for immediate restoration
I am angry that I feel the desire to drop tears, over past hurts
that somehow crept back
to create present pain.
Beneath my new found happiness
there is a hole, full of dirt and debris
that clouds my way to function...
correctly
No room to move,
I am forced to face it's discomfort.
Where do I go?
What do I do?
I wish to be rid of past hurts
I wish to embrace you.
Bless me Lord, as I desire to cleanse my brokenness
Help me God to be a new me
that looks at her past, for the last
No more bound or shaken by it's disrespect
No more will I allow it to cripple me to tears of regrets.
Facing it for what it was, and more importantly
for what it was not.
IT'S OVER
I look at it never again
instead I move forward
Now flowing, are new tears of Joy
I'm happy now
Thank you God for the lesson.