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I have walked in the valley of the shadow of death, and I have feared great ill
And stumbled over stony ground, where surer feet have fell.
I’ve known the loss of guiding hand and mourned its steady hold,
and wandered in the desert place, beyond the shepherds fold.
My prayers have bounced from brass clad dome, to echo in the void,
my tears and cries unanswered, my faith and trust destroyed.
The bitter gall of emptiness, of wasted time and chance,
that choked the breath and stabbed the heart, with realizations lance.
The power above, no longer hears, the screams of mankind’s woe,
those omnipresent eyes of care, no longer watch below.
For in that place where heaven was, there sits an empty hall,
resounding every echo, of the cries and pleas of all.
The countless Gods, the Prophet hordes, the Holy men renowned,
lie unmarked in their wooden rooms, awaiting promised crowns.
Their statues bear this testament to all who look and stare.
If one of these knew truly God, why won’t his God declare?
How many thousand million lives, deceived by reverent fraud,
search in everlasting void, abandoned by their God?
What of the countless multitudes, who starve in barren fields,
Or die in futile battles, fought for other people’s greed?
Where is the justice where’s the right, where stand the meeker then?
The trite reply rings hollow from the lips of Holy men;
you cannot understand his ways, nor question God’s great plan.
Suffice to live, and then to die, a hope filled happy man.
Am I alone in asking, or wondering if it’s true,
Where is the God of Abraham and fiery furnace too,
this God that guided Israelites, from Egypt’s brutal hands,
and led the way, with power and fire, into a promised land?
Oh that I’d walked in Canaan’s fields, and spoken face to face,
and asked the burning questions, on behalf of mankind’s race.
Where did you go, why do we wait upon this tortured earth,
and Seeking God of truth and love, discovering only dearth.
Yet still I hope, and still I pray, not knowing if I’m heard,
and read and try to understand, the everlasting word.
A fool am I, apparently, to query mystic things,
to witness Faustian madness, and the pain religion brings.
Yet still the questions hang in space, their letters ten miles high,
For Who, and What, and When, and Where, and most important WHY?
Judgment...May?
You've seen the billboards, heard the claims,
The prophet fans religious flames.
He says the rapture will begin,
As Christ returns to cleanse our sin.
He gives a date, just months away,
Says Jesus will return that day.
But when He's done, if you remain,
You will endure horrific pain.
For once the righteous souls ascend,
You'll have five months until the end.
A plague of locusts from the sky
Will make you wish that you could die.
This is the prophesy we've heard,
And many heed the prophet's word.
They now prepare for judgment day,
Which they believe will come in May.
And some believe with all their heart,
That is the day they will depart.
They'll be raised up by Jesus Christ,
And follow Him to paradise.
But if that day should come and go,
And they wake up on earth below,
Will they think they've been forsaken,
If they're not among those taken?
Some will believe they have been scammed,
Others will think that they've been damned.
For those NOT taken will be lost.
And they will pay a dreadful cost.
That is the prophet's prophesy,
He says this IS our destiny.
If one believes he'll face this strife,
Might he not choose to take his life?
For those not Raptured on that day,
Aren't they forsaken anyway?
They're damned, no matter how they died.
So why not commit suicide?
Man can't predict what God will do,
Nor can they know his timeframe too.
A prophet is not THAT by choice,
They first must hear God's holy voice.
For only God knows what's ahead,
When He'll return to raise the dead.
A date no MAN can calculate,
Nor can that man predict your fate.
So hearken not to words of men,
Or prideful prophets urged by sin.
The date is near, it won't be long,
To see what happens if he's wrong.
And this man has been wrong before,
Way back in nineteen ninety four.
Each time he is, he'll pay the cost,
For every life that will be lost,
Over predictions made by him,
The judgment he will face is grim.
For those who cause others to fall,
Will never hear our Savior's call.
Be sure you know the prophet's voice,
And always make the righteous choice.
In God is where your faith belongs,
HIS prophesies are never wrong.
With all the sorrow in the world,
And horrors that persist,
The fact that evil things occur,
Says God must not exist.
I see planes flown into buildings,
And bombs on crowded trains,
I see children raped and murdered,
Not finding their remains.
There are crooked politicians
Vying to take control,
There are priests who serve the body
And do not feed the soul.
There are people who are starving,
Who suffer on our streets.
The environment is dying,
A cycle that repeats.
So I climbed the highest building,
Screamed at God above,
I asked, why won’t you do something,
If you’re a God of love?
Then the skies began to darken,
Lightning bolts crashing down,
As I looked I saw an Angel
With a sword and a crown.
He bade me to cease my groaning,
My complaints had been heard.
And he had been charged with a task:
Delivering God’s word.
I listened as he spoke to me,
His voice was so serene,
He revealed to me the reason
Why God won’t intervene.
He said, the evils in this world,
Result from our free will.
It is man who makes the choices,
To steal, deceive, or kill.
And if God were to intervene,
We wouldn’t have a choice.
No freedom left to make mistakes,
No questions, and no voice.
The only choices we would make,
Would come from God above.
You’d have no say in what you do,
Or even who you love.
Like fish in an aquarium
Unable to be free.
For they’ve never had the option,
To gaze upon the sea.
Is this what you are longing for?
Shall He grant it for you?
Would you like the Lord to decide
The things you say and do?
I pondered what the Angel said,
Until I understood.
There’s a price to pay for freedom,
Knowing evil and good.
It’s our responsibility,
Our range of choice is broad.
But if we choose the darker path,
We must stop blaming God!
He would not chart that course for you,
He grieves each time you lose.
But He allows your destiny,
To be the one you choose.
With that, I watched the storm subside,
The skies began to clear;
As the last words the Angel spoke,
Rang loudly in my ear.
“You may choose to heed my counsel,
Or disregard my voice.
The grace of God is found within
The fact you have that choice.”
Judgment May (Part Two)
So Harold's date has come and gone,
As time keeps marching on and on.
No mass ascension to the sky,
No tribulations catch the eye.
Just one false prophet, proven wrong.
Though I expect it won't be long
Before he picks another date,
And warns mankind of pending fate.
But no one knows the day or time,
No mortal man can sound the chime,
To let us know when God will call,
Or who will rise and who will fall.
It's your mistake if you believe
The words of those sent to deceive.
For only God can tell you when
The time has come to face your sin.
We've too much faith in man and church,
We place them on a lofty perch,
We lift them up twixt God and man,
As though they sit at His left hand.
Yet who are they but mortals too?
No greater in their faith than you.
So why put stock in what they say,
When all you need to do is pray?
When God decides He's had enough,
He will not turn, He will not bluff,
And all will hear the trumpet sound,
As churches crumble to the ground.
For nothing built by human hand,
When sickle falls, can hope to stand.
And if a church is where you wait,
Then you will also share its fate.
For Christ is all you'll ever need,
Our imperfections made Him bleed,
And His blood washed our sins away,
He is our shelter on that day.
So follow God, or follow man,
That's been our choice since choice began,
But if you heed the human voice,
And do not make the righteous choice,
Then you will crumble with your church,
Uprooted like the oak and birch.
You'll be cast down with Harold's kind,
With all who trust the human mind.
The voice of God is hard to hear.
He doesn't whisper in your ear.
The spirit hears what flesh cannot,
So listen close, or listen not.
And if the choice you make is wise,
Then you'll share the eternal prize.
But if you heed the call of men,
Then you will drown in your own sin.
There's only one thing left to say,
That only Jesus knows the way,
And through His selfless sacrifice,
He's paved your way to paradise.
The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember.
Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem
Gideon was afraid
Samson had long hair and was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
Jeremiah and Timothy were too young
David had an affair and was a murderer
Elijah was suicidal
Isaiah preached naked
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt
Peter denied Christ (3 times!)
The Disciples fell asleep while praying
Martha worried about everything
Mary Magdalene was promiscuous
the Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once...
Zaccheus was too small
Paul was too religious
Timothy had an ulcer....
AND
Lazarus was dead!
Now! No more excuses!
God can use you to your full potential.
Besides, you aren't the message, you are just the
messenger.
And one more thing...
1. God wants spiritual fruits, not religious nuts.
2. "Dear God : I have a problem. It's me.
Answer from God: " My Dear Child: I have the solution. It's Me! !"
3. Growing old is inevitable ... growing UP is optional.
4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted.
6. Do the math .. count your blessings.
7. Faith is the ability to not panic.
8. Laugh every day. It's like inner jogging.
9. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
10. As a child of God , prayer is kind of like calling
home every day.
11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be
bent out of shape..
12. The most important things in your house are the
people! ..
13. When we get tangled up in our problems, be still.
God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.
14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
15 He who dies with the most toys is still dead.
Have a great day!!! The SON is shining and He
can certainly use you!.
Form:
God has written down in brief
Our endless life story
That is being played
On the seven-storied stage of sky!
.
At the same time it’s also true:
We are the architects
Of our own future
Cause we get result of what we do!
However we’ll have the final result
Of our actions on the Day of Resurrection!
God acts according to plans
We should also plan our future
And try to make it happen.
Even God does not know everything
In absolute detail
And He doesn’t need to know it.
It is an endless story
Even God forgets some things
After zillions and zillions of years
That’s one of the reasons
Why God has written down every important matter
Be it big or small on Laohay Mahfuz.
Therefore we should also read and write
To preserve and spread our wisdom.
There are seventy thousand paths
That lead to paradise
For example
Path of Belief
Path of Truthfulness
Path of Remembrance of God
Path of Charity
Path of Salat
Path of Fasting
Path of Tax
Path of Hajj
And so on.
All the aforesaid paths are straight paths
That leads to respective gates of paradise!
In fact Pool Sirat has seventy thousand levels
All end at the respective gates of paradise!
The Gate of Faith of paradise is the biggest
And it is the must have access to paradise.
However
For a hassle-free journey to paradise
One needs to go through at least
The following paths
Path of Belief
Path of Patience
Path of Preaching of the Truth
And path of any other good work
If you are a firm believer
You will be able to go to paradise
Through the Gate of Belief
If you are a truthful person
You will be able to go to paradise
Through the Gate of Truthfulness
And so forth
So you see it’s very easy to go to paradise
But it’s very difficult
To be very prestigious
In the eyes of God.
N.B. - Laohay Mahfuz is God's Diary and Pool Sirat is bridges of light that will connect
the field of Judgment Day and paradise between them will be hell.
From the beginning of time God had a plan,
out of clay and dust He breathed soul into man.
Adam was his name, not wanting to be all alone,
with part of his rib a woman named Eve was sown.
Made for God's glory, not expecting their fall,
nothing could keep them from hearing His call.
He gave them everything except one special tree,
If they ate from it, they would no longer be free.
One day in the tree a serpent came by surprise,
questioned God's authority by telling Eve lies.
Curiousity took control thinking maybe he was right,
Eve took a bite of something that now gave her sight.
Tempted by fruit which now made them very aware,
Adam cried out to God, "How can this be fair?"
If it was not for this woman You gave to me,
I could have listened, I would still be free.
God cursed the land sending them away,
due to disobedience, they now have to pay.
Fellowship got broken, God was betrayed,
year after year sacrafices had to be made.
Then one night an angel visited a young girl,
announcing her baby is coming to save the world.
Surprised by the news, for she knew not a man,
the angel said, "Fear not, for God has a plan!"
Conceived by the Holy Spirit you'll deliver a boy,
behold, to hear and see the great tidings of joy.
Unto the people a Saviour is born, lying in a manager,
God in the flesh entering this world now as a stranger.
Now wanting to buy back for centuries those who were lost,
determined to pay the price no matter how much it will cost.
So to earth God sent His Son to save everyone who believes,
Awaiting the love He wants from His creation He daily sees.
His Son's Name is Jesus, He came to save the world,
every man and every woman, every boy and every girl.
All WE have to do is believe this much is true,
the object of His love is to spend eternity with....
YOU!!!
Form:
Lord, I pray that you aid this part of town.
There are many who walk around with frowns,
And are quite gifted. I'm asking that you
In their desiny get lifted. Some don’t realize they
Are and the many that do realize leave here
And go very far away for work in a new place
To stay. My sincere prayer is that the future blooms,
Where it is planted and with your help this place
Becomes enchanted. A place that the only title
That we are concerned with is being a child of God,
And that we develop a kingdom mindset, and that
This place is ran in that manner, that we put on
Not just for our city but for God’s kingdom,
That other parts of the world will benefit,
From our prayers, our giving, our church planting,
Cultural and educational venues, food menus,
Hospitality, family values and an infinite list of positivity
That you God will continue, that this place is,
Known all over the world for setting trends,
Not for the glory of self, not just for seeking
Wealth, but the kingdom of God gains stealth.
I pray that the leaders are restored.
I pray that the spirit of racism,
No longer drives this place to destruction.
I pray that people who left here in drear,
In attempts to break the curse of poverty,
To return to live here the way God wants them to,
On the best side of town, the southside,
Of Roe City, where people are talented,
And have often faced challenges.
I pray that preachers and teachers teach,
Uncompromised and differentiate instruction.
I pray that principals and teachers,
Really care about the pupils
Instead of their pockets
And that the goals are to propel
Them like rockets.
I pray that the kingdom mindset
Is something that this city gets,
Applies, synthesizes, and that Satan’s
Plans for Monroe will not win anymore,
And that there is togetherness,
And prosperity from door to door.
1-16-11
When God decided to create the universe
His body expanded His visible glow to its utmost
And said, Be
(From center point of God)
As a result the biggest artificial glow Kurshi was created
Then He shrunk His visible glow
And made it big as paradise
And said again, Be
(From the same place)
As a result all minds were created
Then God said, Say, Am I not your Lord?
All answered, Certainly You are!
Afterward God’s Body created His throne
Then He created Laohay Mahfuz and His Pen
Then the pen wrote the endless story in brief
Starting it with the Arabic sentence
Bismillahir-Rahmanir-Rahim
At that time all the minds were in pairs
Then God split apart the mind of the sky and the earth
And God's Body descended from His throne
Then took many minds including mind of the earth
To the place where this starry sky now exists
And said, Be
Its outcome was the Big Bang Explosion
Then He spread the minds
Into this explosion of tiniest particles
Then God started creating the upper skies
With His own hands and other limbs of His Body
It was the sixth long day for God
When He started creating paradise and hell
Since beginning of creation
After creating paradise and hell
God created the angels and the flora and fauna of both
Then God’s Body ascended on His Throne.
Tiniest particle is positively
And its glow is negatively charged
In the beginning
As a result of tremendous pressure and heat
Some of the tiniest particles’ part of the glow was torn off
Thus they become positively charged particles
When this sky was cooling down
The negatively charged glows
Merged with some tiniest particles
Thus they become negatively charged particles
Tiniest particles have seventy thousand layers of glow
Each layer of glow has a different color and characteristic
That’s why so many types of particles evolved.
Another prophet living near the town of Bethel
was enlightened of the events by his sons quite well.
This man determined this stranger as someone to know.
He then asked his sons, “On which road did this prophet go?”
After the sons told him, he said, “Saddle my donkey.”
The Bethel prophet then embarked on a short journey
until he encountered the man from Judah to see.
The prophet from Judah rested under an oak tree.
When asked if he were the man, he replied, “I am he”
The man from Bethel said, “Won’t you please come home with me?
I am also a prophet. An angel came to be
a messenger to instruct to take you home with me.
When we arrive there, we shall eat, drink, and be merry.”
However, this old prophet’s words were mendacity.
When seated at the table, the Lord God then conveyed
words to the Judah prophet because he disobeyed:
“You have not followed my orders in this time you roam.
Therefore, you shall not live long enough to return home.”
The old prophet and his sons helped the man on his way.
However, the Judah man did not get far that day.
As the young prophet journeyed on his way to Zion,
he would be confronted and murdered by a lion.
Passersby on the road then would be able to see
the body of the dead prophet next to the donkey.
Word came to the old prophet and his sons in Bethel.
He and his sons traveled to where the body would dwell.
They brought the body back to be buried in the land
of the Bethel prophet, who would then make this demand:
After I die, bury my remains next to this man.
He was true to the Lord God as one possibly can.
As prophets are, it will be hard to find another.
Therefore, I consider this prophet as my brother.
From the First Book of Kings in the Old Testament