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I was chosen before my time.
Listen very close this is not just a rhyme.
My life was known before I was born yet,
Time had to come around the horn.
Now I am here with a job to do,
Part of my job is to watch over you.
Yes I am a keeper and I must be kept,
For another brother’s died while I have slept.
The poison metal pipes are going around,
Flowing in, flowing out and all around town.
Earning a day’s wages and still in need,
Then the poison metal pipes help kill a seed.
We’ve been accused for doing most of the wrong,
And if we’re not careful, we’ll believe all the long.
In the midst of it all, others round about me fall,
STILL, I am destined to answer my call.
My call is from above to both young and old,
So what I am telling you, I am only being told.
By one most know of, and they may know OF Him well,
But its not enough to know of,
THAT’S THE REASON WHY OTHERS FELL!!!
You see I owe you as a brother, and I owe Him as a Father
So I am here for Him, and there’s really no bother.
I will do what I’ve been destined to, this I know is right.
During the morning, during the evening, and into the night.
I’ve been called, picked out, with a mission ahead.
And if you don’t take heed, you may wind up dead.
You see, dead is being more than without a beat,
It is also being held under another’s feet.
Not thinking for yourself, influenced by the WRONG others,
Persuaded by some BOYS, and then, becoming mothers.
Not following the wisdom of our parents from old,
Not wanting to take heed to what we are told.
We are leaders by nature and
We can’t help this,
Still the way some of us are leading,
Others will never reach this bliss.
You can not be a leader less you have someone to follow,
But whom can you lead, the strong or the hollow.
We do not have long in this earthly place,
Yet its not about the color, the gender or the race.
Its about being a soldier and the chain of command,
The torch has now been put into my own hands.
You see they’re many torches, all in the hands of the same,
Strong minds, strong willed with the backup of
“THE NAME”
The end is soon to come so I must go now,
But you have already been chosen for right here and now.
You are the next leaders, I would give it some thought,
Because you have not only been “CHOSEN”, but;
You’ve also been
BOUGHT !!!
Form:
2 Kings 6:17 (KJV) “And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.”
Darkness attacks through grief and despair,
Through spiritual battles, when the heart doubts,
When the light flashes, then sputters out,
When life is like a rambling rose, beautiful but full of thorns,
When fear attacks – quick and strong, leaving panic,
So much alarm, worry that lingers on and on…
Shadows prepare the feelings to bleed tragedy,
Through the heart who is filled with disbelief,
Through the soul who is ruined by catastrophe,
Through the spirit who is sentenced to calamity.
Shadows feed on the light who shines so bright,
The light who embraces those who believe,
The light who quenches the thirst, the need
For a union of gentleness and unending peace,
A union of joy and faith that forever believes,
A union of grace that never fails to succeed…
Shadows silence the one who longs to reach beneath…
The darkness of despair, the worries that just don’t care,
The feelings that bleed through the troubles and disasters,
The feelings that lead to the soul’s doom in the hereafter,
The feelings that can only be fought with prayer and praise,
The feelings that grow larger if you don’t have any faith.
Like the shadows – like the night’s darkness
And there, beneath the curtain, concealed so we don’t see…
All the warriors, the strongest angels, surrounding souls,
So we never need to fear – we only need to believe
The battle doesn’t go to the strongest warrior or the fiercest soldier…
The battle is won by the heart who holds onto…
Jesus’ hand, Jesus’ garment, Jesus’ promise –
He will always stand with us, forever revealing…
Our most powerful weapons…
Faith, hope and love – grace sent from God above…
More gentle than a dove – His power, His sovereignty
Comes from the knowing – His light is glowing, He’s showing – every heart, each soul…
The reason the battle is won – isn’t physical or carnal.
It is the unending authority of One whose light is love,
One who is brighter than the sun,
Because He is the brightest Son!
I can still hear the rumbling and drilling sound of the machine rubbing against the trees, and the dust absorbing the penitent wisdom of the futile murder scene. The loop bends solemnly underneath the fence and the rope swinging pitifully from the mercury head. I can still hear desperate voices calling out for help as I watched the traffic parachuting a hundred miles per hour along the forbidden edge, and the music playing softly in the deep resonating a message that is very unique. I kept following the sound hoping that it would take me where nature is bound but the cloud hanging above the mystical ocean without questions has suddenly become my innate passion and discovered the hidden wealth bottled up within me.
I stood on top of the pinnacle, and watched them scrambling around tirelessly in the open dessert, and the sweltering heat hitting against their bareback and perspiration dripping from their make shift frocks. As far as the light in my eyes could reach I behold glimpses of shadows strolling in long line across the desert resting occasionally on borrowed time. As the night presses upon their head, torches of hope pushes them along relentlessly into the open bed but destiny opens is arm.
It’s not the sound that perplexed me, it is the messages that it saturated in the air round about me, and the distance sounds disseminating in the open space is preparing me for another race, and in the middle of it all
my spirit still stands tall. The wind drifts slowly along with the blind folded figure head singing a deceptive song, the drilling is in the rhythm the knocking is in the singing, and the hymn is wearing a shoe that has screws.
The chronicle has disappeared, and the hopping, and the skipping the mocking and the jeering reappeared, a decade of unused stones piled up in a sitting gown wearing a brand new crown. They come from Denmark and they come from France and in the middle of Viking spree the Norwegians, sweated in the third degree. I could have penetrated the sound from the musical clowns but the timeless music from the street ascended into the hills, and captures the moment with a sudden chill and the merciless wind arose from the ground and cover the street with human bones.
SOME DAY THEY BE BACK HOME
(Ode To Jim Morrison)
By Roy A. Merritt
The Lizard King hissed and rasped
And crept up from behind
And the heat shivered 'round about
And made life seem sublime
And they listened to the vocals
Of that raging flashing poet
He was bound to a life so brief
And they certain that he know it
Pursuing women psychedelic pleasures
Getting higher and higher
Wishing all that encounter him
to set his life afire
And the sounds of the jungle
they buzzing with danger near
As the music of their native land
Was pounding in their ear
And these olive drab warriors
Mere children if at all
Toked and reminisced
And their life back there recalled
Driving down her freeways
Midnight alleys roamed
Crying in the darkness
Wishing to be back home
And the pounding beat sometimes scares them
Though friends nearby alone
Sick of the endless carnage
And wishing to be back home
And they wish they could mount that Crystal Ship
And fly to the moon reside
Cruising among the stars
On that slow rolling midnight ride
Come the morning they might be dead
Or take some poor fool's life
Dooming someone to sure eternity
They bring this land but strife
They have no notion they hate it
Hate it just as they
And wish they could flee this instant
And quickly fly away
Will it be that dear brothers
Or most assuredly it be the end
The end of us the end of us
My gentle lonely friend
And they wish they were with some LA woman
Had her curled up in their arms
Drinking in her promised pleasures
Surrendering to her charms
They would tease each other
And kindly verbal joust
As they listened to the music
There in that road house
You know they’d let it roll
Let it roll all night long
And now the distant choppers sound
And they wish they were back home
And now they know at last
They’re just riders, riders on the storm
This troubling life they're living now
Was planned before they were ever born
they know now it's just destiny
They have no say it's gone
And best they just submit dear friend
Some day they be back home
One way they’ll be back home,
One way they’ll be back home
This is the end
Noah will go First, soaring out of the Desert,Up and throughThe Surrounded Horizon ----of curt
Offstage Smiles, Indigo children who are Rain from the Sun.Wings of Alabaster Sin. {Death, in
your Arms}The affect is most disturbing and my smile Is Immediate.Giggling the flames grow
Higher,Oxycodone Soul 15mg EthSitting here sipping Hot Chocolate----Sacrament of the Risen
Christ Monster.Paregoric Babies of the World Unite,We have nothing to lose but our
Pushers,And to be Frank, every soul Needs them,If just to get Forward.(Would you want to Love
a soul never Burned?)(Never Stumbled?)How many years threaded together onMesc, K-Holes,
Gods hiding inside Mushrooms?Morphine, Oxy, the Thousand of Pills Sacrificed on an Altar of
thick red TongueTo numbing ThingsThat I No Longer Remember.I used to tell myself--- they
bought this beautiful Oak desk.The very Music playing (Bat for Lashes) in my Ears.But that’s
just an excuse for an Addiction.An Addiction to mere Altered States.No Specific Drug has ever
held my Attention…Its Just To Feel----- Other.…I am on Fire.My tongue Is frozen to the
Past.But really... I never Should of Licked it to Begin With.(Sudden)Spouting--- honeycomb---
Bright JoyStrolling by, its tail in the Fog.I Sink into my Bed like Kisses at the Bottom of
Stones.Searching,In this Slow Mattress, in these Black Sheets,What vital rapid Wings of a Lost
angel Dreams…Scarcely, with my Reason, with my FingersAnd its Disorderly Scissors sticking
into my Chest.I Will Find you Again.And This TimeI Will Hold On…Even If Its all Just one long
Ride to Hell,There Between your Thighs. The Waves of Hope are Crashing, Smashing
themselves to Death.I Am the JunkyThat No One Knows.Nobody on the Way to Nowhere…And
My Dear…My DearNowhere's a Hell of a Place…(yes)The Devil isn’t Dread,He’s just Away. In a
Round about Way(Like, So--- Buy the Dead Child a Sandwich)---------------Sniffing Lashing,
smile of Cheekbone to Chin,The Butterfly Kisses are Wanton.-Clapping, Balloons who Above all
Things, Hate Confusion.-Teeth which have No BiteAngels lacking the Fingers of Flight.Love me
Tonight.And Tomorrow …Burn the Remains.-thend-
Love
Unconditional love
mysterious, undecipherable
ambiguous love.
Giving in to the uncertainty of the heart.
Embracing a notion of longevity,
commitment, inclusion
unequivocal bonds.
Love!
Ambiguous love.
A lifetime of fear from every direction whenever that simple word comes into play.
Summoning of a weary soul from it's resting place.
Symbiotic expressions of uncouth mess.
Perplexity,
bewildered states,
discombobulated thoughts,
ongoing attempt to muddle through the chaos, in an effort to not get lost.
Wait!
I did say love right?
Yeah, that's right!
Adoration, a certain fondness, friendship and warmth.
Our highest word in the language of our Lord.
Love!
to cherish, hold dear, to think of each day.
Shoot...you're crazy about,
can't live without, got you circling in round about ways.
That's love, ambiguous love.
One minute you're his sweetheart,
his honey, his flame.
You're the apple of your lovers eye,
her Romeo, her man.
You pine so deep for one another, captivating the soul.
Taken in by infallible passion,
a timeless romance unfolds.
But I did say ambiguous didn't I?
An uncertain love you see.
Being jilted, rejected, forsaken, and spurned.
You argue, you fight, and say things that really burn,
deep in the heart.
I've learned over time, that the love I seek,
won't come to be easy without a fierce battle to beat.
Fighting is necessary, if he's worth every swing.
Sacrificing is essential if she's an uncommon thing.
Compromise,
understanding, forgiveness and honesty.
Genuine concern for the heart of your desire,
no skepticism, simply letting it be.
Stop trying to perfect an imperfect world,
it doesn't exist, trust me.
Your fight is a fight to sustain a common attraction,
the future is unclear.
To hope for an unconditional love with little distraction,
is a fools cry made our of fear.
I wake up each day with my heart boiling over,
toward the man that's willing to fight.
Fight for the worth of adoring each other,
Ambiguous love is worth the plight.
Don't give up on love,
regardless to how it seems.
When you can stand firm in a battle of uncertainty,
you've found the reality of love and it's true meaning.
Form:
The Holiest Book "Over All Holy Books That Has Ever Been Written in "Man and Women Kind is :"The Holy Bible"!!!!! The Lord God Almighty,and his "Holy Name is "Self Explanitory"!!!!!!! All Glory To "GOD"!"His "GRACE" saves any race! "The Holiest Book that has ever been written is "The Holy Bible"!!! Holy ,Holy,Holy!!!! How "Great Thou Art"!!!!! The "MOST HOLY OF THE HOLY BOOKS IS:.............THE HOLY BIBLE"!!!!!! ALL Glory To "The Lord God Almighty"! Allah who is a god realizes what that means!!!!! Allah realizes what "LORD GOD ALMIGHTY MEANS!!!!!!!! The "Lord God Almighty""IS The Sovereign GOD"!! JEHOVAH! THE "LIVING GOD AND "CREATOR" WHO CREATED HIS "ONLY BEGOTTEN SON WHO NAME IS "JESUS CHRIST ,AND WE WHO LOVE "THE LIVING GOD CAN REALIZE THAT HE CAN HAVE A "SON" TO SAVE US FROM OUR BAD BEHAVIOR! JESUS CHRIST IS A PROFET AND THE "ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF "THE "LIVING GOD"! LORD GOD ALMIGHTY! MUHAMMAD IS "ONLY A PROFET,AND "NOT" THE SON OF "THE LIVING GOD"!JESUS IS "THE SON OF THE LIVING "LORD GOD ALMIGHTY! THE MOST HOLY OF THE HOLY BOOKS IS "THE HOLY BIBLE FOR CERTAIN! WILL YOU LET "THE GRACE" OF "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY"bring us who are "CONFOUNDED" into "THE REALITY"into realizing the name that "MAKES SENSE"AND IS "SELF EXPLANATORY"? LORD GOD ALMIGHTY TELLS ANY OF ANY RELIGION THE NAME OF THE LIVING GOD,AND THAT NAME IS IN THE "GREATEST HOLY BOOK" WHICH IS "THE HOLY BIBLE"!WE WHO LOVE THE LIVING GOD WILL "NOT "BE CONFONDED"! WE MOVE FROM "MORTAL" "TO" IMMORTALITY!WE ARE THE IMMORTAL ,AND WE DO NOT SAY GOODBY! WE MOVE FROM THE TERRESTIAL TO THE CELESTIAL WHERE OUR "CELESTIAL BODIES LIVE FOR ETERNITY!IN HEAVEN! WE SEND THE DEVIL AND ALL OF HIS LEGIONS "TO HELL" FOR ETERNITY"!!!! WE BURN THE DEVIL UP "ROUND ABOUT AND ALL OF THOSE WHO WORSHIP "THE DEAD GOD" WHO DOES NOT WORSHIP THE LIVING GOD WHO IS "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY! THE "HOLY BIBLE IS "THE HOLIEST" HOLY BOOK" THAT HAS EVER BEEN WRITTEN TO SUCCEED IN IT'S "ETERNAL MISSION"!!! HOW GREAT THOU ART!THE STORY IS TOLD FOR ALL RELIGIONS TO UNDERSTAND!WE WORSHIP A "LIVING GOD"! THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY,AND JEHOVAH IS HIS HOLY NAME,AND HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON IS "JESUS CHRIST"!
August 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 1-4
Key Verse – Ezekiel 1:28 As the appearance of the bow that is in the cloud in the day of rain, so was the appearance of the brightness round about. This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the LORD. And when I saw it, I fell upon my face, and I heard a voice of one that spake.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GLORIOUS ALMIGHTY CREATOR
Lord God, You are my glorious Almighty Creator
amidst Your holy authority
Thank You for enclosing me inside Your hands of security
With Your protective sovereignty
Making me shielded against iniquity’s fatality.
Lord God, You are my glorious Almighty Creator
amidst Your lovingkindness
Thank You for lifting me up by Your cheerfulness
With Your voice of comforting peacefulness
Making me blissful in Your joyfulness.
Lord God, You are my glorious Almighty Creator
amidst Your tender mercy
Thank You for forgiving me along Your granted clemency
With Your pardon of gracious fervency
Making me grateful as I honour Your excellency.
Lord God, You are my glorious Almighty Creator
amidst Your righteous presence
Thank You for correcting me of my impudence
With Your transforming iridescence
Making me converted toward virtuous persistence.
Lord God, You are my glorious Almighty Creator
amidst Your divine partnership
Thank You for inviting me into Your fellowship
With Your welcoming relationship of privileged friendship
Making me blessed in stewardship pursuits by Your discipleship.
Lord God, You are my glorious Almighty Creator
amidst Your supreme commitment
Thank You for besieging me to plunge into Your goodness’ engagement
With Your sealed establishment against worldliness-defilement
Making me empowered to serve You toward heavenly accomplishment.
Lord God, You are my glorious Almighty Creator
amidst Your immutable light
Thank You for illumining me through Your Scriptures’ delight
With Your infallible truth to fight deceit, doubt and unbelief-blight
Making me glad in Your wisdom to smite blurred spiritual insight.
August 4, 2023
Lord, let my heart be directed in the ways that You have laid before me. May my
strength grow as I take each step toward doing Your will. Chase away fear and doubt
that may try to plaque me, and keep mine eyes fixed on You.
As I accomplish each task set before me, may Your blessings pour out, not only to me and
my household but to those whom I have touched in Your name.
Let each life bathe in Your beauty, grace and grow in wisdom, strength and uprightness.
Let all those whom have been touched by You, stand tall and fixed on doing Your will.
Cause them to hate evil and love to do Your just will in righteousness, being careful not to
destroy those that are held captive against their will. For it is not flesh and blood that we
battle, but evil principalities, powers of the darkness.
Show us how to free the captives and destroy the powers of the evil one, that he
may not retaliate against them or us. Station your mighty warring angels round about us in
battle.
Make our hearts strong in Your Word, give our spirits the discerning knowledge so as not to
be fooled by an imposter
Enlighten us to the extent that it is only You whom we seek and You that we see. In
the faces of those hurting around us, give us compassion to mend their weary body
and soul. Send Your Holy Spirit to feed their spirits and bring life back to their bodies.
Let us not grow weary by the news headlines that we see and hear, but let us stand up
and rejoice for Your time is near.
Gather us together in spirit, that no matter where we are on this earth, we feel the strength
flowing from other Christians to minister to us and stand beside us in our final battle against
evil. Make our spirits as one.
Praise God, when that final trumpet blows and Jesus comes in all his glory and power! Let
His Majesty reign over all the earth! In humbleness we bow, in victory we cry out, for our
Savior has returned, in all His Greatness to rule for ever and ever.
Peace and love flow through our land once again. Amen.
In my darkness,
I found Your Light
In the dust of my mistrust
Dying in my deepest night.
Your quenching
Living water
Poured unto me,
Your wandering daughter
Your Voice broke
Through
Like Mighty thunder,
Leaving me in startled wonder.
Your Word, a living Light;
Disrupted shadows
Of the night
My hopeless dreams
Though broken; dashed,
Had cut my heart like
Shards of glass
My hope of life?
I voted 'pass'
That is, until Your bright Sword flashed,
Cutting through my cords of doubt
And chains which bound me round about.
My heart and song now lift in praise
Your path leads me through
Son lit days