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Following the lines from pole to pole,
You can see a man in the backyard mowing,
The children in the park throwing,
The woman in her car going.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
Carrying currents that make night lights glow,
Causing music on radio waves to flow,
Sitting at home watching a picture show.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
They have reached the point of an idol,
Without them our world comes to a stall,
Without them how can we shop at the mall.
Following the lines from page to page,
Tells of God who sent his son as a man,
He gave his life upon a cross at Calvary,
So all could see the Glory of God who loves you and me.
If God would take the moon
And make it into a great pie,
The sweet aroma of spice
And green apple would fill the sky.
He’d begin with the careful peeling,
Making the globe shining apple-white.
Then He’d find fixins’ to get it just right.
He would count the servings needed
For the whole world to be satisfied,
And choose just the right flavoring
To set all differences of taste aside,
But with all due respect to the bakers’ pride.
To provide for all the world’s problems,
God gives his secret spiritual answers.
So to the seasoning of the apples,
He adds His nine flavor enhancers.
With perfection, God takes no chances.
There is a pinch of peace, joy, and love,
For that aroma that rises above.
Then there is the patience, gentleness and grace,
So that humankind need not eat in haste.
He wants all to sense the goodness in the taste.
Next faith, modesty and moderation He adds,
And then more love he sprinkles in scads.
Here below our appetites we whet,
Our stomach’s pits to be satisfied.
Thankful for every morsel we get,
Until convinced our Lord is glorified.
Soon one could hardly see a crumb.
But we have no need at all to fear,
For at the end of daylight’s trusty gleam,
The moon again is a shining sphere.
Dear God, I am an accuser, an accuser to the bone.
Most times I accuse because I have been accused and left to fight alone.
So God I pray this prayer for freedom from the accusation into me that’s been sown,
That I may be loved and love others, instead of tackling this life on my own.
Dear God as it concerns love and hatred or freedom and destruction,
Let me not be caught up in categories or words of elitist presumption.
Please bless me to hate the deception but to unconditionally love the deceived.
Please bless me instead of judging those who judge, to with grace their pain relieve.
Please bless me to fight the lies of men, instead of fighting those caught in lies.
Please bless me to destroy pride’s delusion yet relentlessly defend from shame’s guise.
Please bless me, as I fight all error, to always search for the error within.
For none but one have conquered this darkness, that seeps into hearts as sin.
God please let healing be my ultimate goal, much more than to critique or guide.
But please help me to consider, how even in all of my pride,
The beauty I am as your child, every time I engage your eyes,
For true you see all my evil, but more so you see my fate,
To stand as a God incarnate, full of joy at heaven's gates.
This prayer I pray in Jesus' name at the risk of loosing much esteem,
For I am a lowly accuser, but HE is the source of all seeing and author of dreams.
as we come to celebrate our 160th year
we give thanks to our Lord God whom we love and hold so near
the Berean Baptist Church was established by a very special group of men
they were Freed Blacks and Abolitionists who were more than just mere friends
the Spiritual foundation of Berean was to give hope and serve the community
of Carrsville and Weeksville during the time of American slavery
and through the grace of God the Berean Baptist Chruch has continued to sustain
as we celebrate our 160th year by power of Jesus' blood stain
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! to the Berean Baptist Church that "Little Church on the Hill"
and may the Lord God continue to bless you all as you work, worship and witness by His will
In deep thoughts of unity.
It’s always a world, for someone else to please.
Along with pleasure there is always hard earned pain.
Sometimes death for someone else’s easy gain.
Look what we have, by the winners they lose.
They only win, upon the kill they choose.
So what we have since the beginning of time, my friends.
That Evil only wins, is when God is in not in, our presence,
I still hold my mighty shield, I always carry my great sword.
I never take off my armor, I live by the book of the lord.
A warrior for Christ I am, the devils works shall pay.
Am a warrior for my Lord, I serve God then do what he says.
To much going wrong, why do I only see what is right.
I will keep fighting for every soul that needs a Life.
Someday this will be over, that is what I always hear.
Then I realized, that was the Devil talking in my ears.
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
The Garden of Eden was truly a paradise,
but the population of people living there weren't very wise.
Adam and Eve were living in a state of complete ignorant bliss.
They didn't know hate, love, misery or what true happiness is.
They were very much akin
to being just as infant children.
in that constant alpha mind state
before they learn to love and / or hate.
Damn that Tree of Knowledge that bore the fruit of good and evil,
and I have one question for God too that will most likely cause some upheaval.
"God, why did you allow that to happen to them?
You are their Father, they Your children.
Had I been their Dad my eyes would have never been off of them.
They did after all possess that ignorantly blissful state of mind of infants.
My children are always under my supervision and constant protection.
So, again I ask You God, How could You allow this to happen to them?
Holy Crap! Just now in my head I heard a voice.
"Hello Kidster. This is God and I wanted my children to have a choice"
"But God," I then asked, "Wouldn't You say that Infants aren't ready to experience such
choice?"
"That's two questions, " God replied, "You said you only had one. Sorry,"
...and that was the last time that I heard His voice
My heart is filled with sorrow
No one understands its deep burrow
Tears trickle down my cheek
silently I wipe and try to seek
Kneel before my God and I chatter
No one can understand what I twitter
I pray to God to relieve me from this grief
He answered me to my relief-
"Seeds that come out and sprout,
does not know about my thought.
I know you from your mother's womb,
counted your hair which you comb.
Always will lead you in green patches,
control your temptation to find riches.
From your grief I will relieve you,
will drizzle upon the bliss of dew."
I asked him,"When Lord, When?"
He just smiled and said," I have already done.
I had drawn you in my palm,
Always deliver you from evil and harm,
Blessed you with everlasting talent,
yet you couldn't find which is in front,
and you still feel you are alone,
why can't you see what I have shown,
Follow my ways with full heart,
I will paint your life with joyful art."
Lord! Holy! almighty God!
"Forgive my sins, Forgive me Lord,
I will put my Trust only on you,
I believe that you will pour your love and mercy too.
Yes,Lord you will lead me so high,
my grief of worries and fears will die.