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The taste of bile treads my thoughts,
Unwillingly my feet must now follow,
Source of inspiration guide,
Restore the signal fires now long lost,
Set beyond the temporal,
A path impassable by mortals,
The stairs of separation,
I must recount lest others falter,
Every sin a means, an end,
To each soul lead only by itself,
Counterfeiting perfection,
The usurpers, scoffers are now debased,
Anger above unrestrained,
Bereft of a target consumes self,
The famed fountains of knowledge,
Once fresh, soon descend to stagnant seas,
But only the sealed can see,
That for which they wait so patiently,
Bodies removed of the grave,
At attention stand upon their stones,
There encrypted, engraved,
Each history of self-enslavement,
Inheriting this decay,
A way in fissures fraught with danger,
Through the ravenous creatures,
Enthralled by the gravity of dust,
The ground to lie forever,
Fallow for jubilees once ignored,
Rising embers, never souls,
Seeking moisture, extinguishing both,
Lemmings to the precipice,
So did they rush only to accuse,
Perjuring with every word,
As fleeing reptiles forsake their tales,
Our course like a viper’s coils,
Round the kingdoms of brewing venom,
To behold the sepulcher,
We would visit the ten forsaken,
Follow the funeral march,
To find the center of the circle,
Like a town built on water,
Pitched footings yet ever eroding,
Their footsteps marking cadence,
Unending chimes of doom impending,
Self and place once separate,
Consummate here in actions devoid,
Those who were lowered by pride,
Moldering as risen ash returned,
Searching for what they know not,
To be entangled by serpents’ lies,
Fevered visions of the damned,
Lusting for the flesh of the living,
Soon to join the first fallen,
Trapped by their own perceived gravity,
The mass of death attracting,
The corruption of its own kindred,
Swaying the freedom of wills,
Tempting the words of the messenger,
We follow the Fisherman,
Whose breach left Hell lurching in its wake,
From the cavernous shadows,
We now turned toward the beckoning light,
Having fathomed the darkness,
To find its depth wanton and wanting,
Grieved, we left them to the night,
Dead ears hear neither thief, gate, nor keys,
Empty perceptions fall short,
He that protects, Justice is His name
Modern day scoffers say,
only the strong will survive
That the weak will be eaten alive
Only T-Rex,
cold-blooded logic will thrive
The talking serpents e-vol hiss,
instincts of compassion and kindness won’t abide
Forgiveness is viewed as fleece clothing
to bear skins
sin cloaked in naked pride
Warmly showing forth utter soft, sheer love
will get an Abel body devoured by crocodile eyes
Whose gator jaws have teeth
sharp as knives
Carnivore minded thinkers believe those
with the most leopard spots
will claw ruthlessly
to the genome mountaintop
But, my bleating heart
was verily, second Adam told
this was not so
From the dawn mist of Eden’s birth,
the first paradise promise
spoke the Gospel truth —
That the meek will inherit the Earth
New Age Sadducees tout,
how the wolves were gonna turn
the Moon glow red
Make the ewe reflection of the sunlight
get darkened instead
Tho’ the Son still shine on the wolfsbane,
genetic scorners mock in vain ...
Derisively baring the fang,
spouting ebb-and-flow abysmal theories
Cloned Dolly insane
Boast howl those silver tongues
were green changing, cheatah fast,
the wavy blue to bright crimson
Like grisly paw mouths of the past
Raptor grip moneychangers
who prey devoured the pray fittest least —
Faith impoverished lost sheep,
who idol strayed
into the coin belly of the beast
But, my poor, bleating heart
was verily, verily, Lamb of God boldly Amen told:
The pyramid scheme/food chain feast,
to saber tooth prowl
evilly for eternity,
won’t ever Last Supper be Red Sea parted possible
Oh, my bleating heart
was verily, verily, double blessed told:
That the Resurrection Exodus was in the sheepfold
Good Shepherd voice activated, ready to go
Yes, my enriched, bleating heart
was surely comforted gently by buried wisdom gold
Three-day-old alabaster ointment
(that was dirt price sold)
caught the tiger by the evolutionary tale,
I was so graciously Only Begotten revival pulse told
Mercy green pastures of meek hope
wasn’t grazed for woolly naught
Ere crucifixion teardrop thought
got turned into a beautiful, Salvation pearl
When every saintly flock
closed eye awaken joyously,
(with bloodstain-free,
sin clean fleece,)
there will be no predators in the new world
A little boy sits alone, with a world before him to explore
soon this boy grows up, not that same little boy as before
when reaching adulthood, feeding his curiosity becomes his goal
but he has not yet learned, true wisdom to maintain that control
Now a young teenager in a crowd, he senses he’s different and feels sad
so he inquires of others, and is given answers that to him just don't add
not long after this young man marries, happy and with a family of his own
he becomes overwhelmed with this depression, and feels like he is all alone
The challenges of marriage were too much, on him taking their toll
reaching that point many of us get to, he begins searching his soul
in time a transformation takes place, a degree of serenity he finds
his life slowly becomes focused, confidence and belief now shines
How many of us at one time or another, fall into this melancholy and start to wonder
is it possible that we were so deaf and blind, unaffected even from the noise of
thunder
all our lives heaven sent us those messages and signs, to wake us, from this our
slumber
yet we chose to satisfy our materialistic desires, priorities on our list, each with a
number
Skeptics and scoffers evade the logic of their folly, ignoring the truth hidden from
within
unwilling to change their ways, acknowledging this truth means having to admit
their sin
they err lacking the knowledge, G-d does not treat us severely when we repent
while alive
but if we fail to mend our ways, love and forgiveness, for ourselves alone do we
deprive
I learned this lesson myself many years ago, praying for direction from the One
above
never again to put my faith in man, I was rewarded with the wisdom of truth my
true love
wisdom is within the reach of all, patiently awaiting those willing to drink and draw
near
with but one condition which all must follow, to acquire true wisdom, sin you must
fear
Where there is fear of sin, there is enlightenment, and wisdom has a place to call
home
without fear you cannot control yourself, unhindered, your evil inclination is free to
roam
your hopes and desires they can really be achieved, but remember to always remain
true
that road to ultimate happiness, is to acquire that wisdom, a gift understood by so
few
I speak of pain without external scars
I speak of loss for treasured things
I speak in the silence of my broken heart
The me I hold against all that tears it apart.
You think I am whole
Because I nurture everyone to be
More than moon and drinker of the harsh indifferent sun
I teach them how to pull tides up
Change seasons, set the dark alight
Because wholesome deeds take not whole our strength
Or should I better say this another way
Pain is fuel in the fired clay
I speak of pain deflating dreams and self
I have pain for my brother and brethren gone
Meteorites of my unlit dawn
Nagging pebbles gnawing me in the shoe
Pearls I could have spent brimming my manliness
I speak of pain you cannot tell is there
Every death is hard to bare
But harder still my sibblings lost to me
In a fatherless world, without compass to maturity.
I speak of pain from ancient wars
My sisters were richest part of life
One place a whole cross on me, and I had to walk with it
It is so I love amidst the ebb and flow of adversity
I cannot wince, I am nailed to suffering's humility.
I speak of pain a million ways to feel
To dry a mother drenched in dreadful poverty
While ever drowned in sorrows tears
Amidst the frantic failures and fizzled repairs
The family like a shattered glass, that special souvenir
Becoming spites splints for bare susceptible feet
There is no pain deep as these
The magma boiling in the plugged up heart
I speak of pain from cruel loss
Friends fallowed into dry dead grass
Ambition like candle fat ground into the carpet clammy with dust
I speak of pain in love
Yet only once I love, and still no love its loyalty denied
When all the worldly value my peace could not abide
I suffer still and but to silence confide
The torture of my indomitable will, refusing death like a cup of gall
I speak of pain, the whole legacy of Adam's wounding fall
I make my rainbow with my tears
And turn the volume of my prayers up
To mute the scoffers, and the liars, and the jeers
I drink my joy from a promised cup
A wedding supper that challenges me with gender switching meanings
And yet I am secure
That nothing earthly may heal again my stagnant sore
I speak of pain I feel
From the hahazard day of grunting, groaning birth
A mast of goodness seen by the entire neighborhood,
even if the whole body stays beneath the waters;
producing rare sweet wine loved by all
as attitude calmly speaks giving more command to words.
Then possesses a temperament
which unleashes comets of mind softeners.
Just one being with similar make up to everyone else
yet covers a large district
with an umbrella of relationship and a shadow of good deeds.
Wildness and adventures begin to attract
and the temptation alone already tasting creamy and sweet.
Guard is let down to accept a rare stain
forgetting that such reputation commands great attention
and nothing can be hidden no matter how abstract its execution.
The juice turns bitter and fruit becomes rocky
that inner-radiating moon with an orbit of innocence
goes blank and dumped in a muddy lake.
The full mane covering an outstanding charisma
then faces the razor of shame to leave an open head to disgrace.
On such a new morality,
flies perch while its moisture stinks;
strong Irons then rust, surrounded by a general decay.
Redemption folds its arms to do nothing
while condemnation’s slaps are continuously in the increase.
Idiots sit and drink beer on this issue
scoffers and undisciplined minds become volunteer witnesses
then a great personality is dragged down by the rope of opportunists
to reversibly equate themselves to be unfit mates
while causing a fuss
through the noisy welcome from the corrupt class.
This is an indication of society’s affection towards wrong.
A proof that the effect of one bad intimidates that of good in millions
giving an exaggerated caption and devastating headline,
putting one in between suicide and strong will
but when calm is exhibited in crisis and strength in weakness;
humility and acceptance poured out to show imperfection is in all,
the forum is then set to bring out that radiance once again.
In a settlement far from barbaric ideologies
and an analogue system of thinking and beliefs,
climbing all the way up to once again possess that status
is achievable and possible because
dresses can’t be condemned by stains especially when washed.
Compiled by human writers over a period of more than one millennium,
The Bible was written by men under the influence of a divine medium,
Having as its theme, Jesus - the author of the plan of salvation,
Its message is relevant to men and women of every tribe and nation.
Skeptics and scoffers have tried to dismiss it as a work of fiction,
And scholars and rulers have conspired to bring about its extinction,
Yet the Bible though ancient remains as relevant as ever,
With an influence on humanity that no power on earth can sever.
From Genesis to Revelation its messages all agree,
This is because it was inspired by the Mysterious Three,
Within its pages no contradiction is to be found,
For its content by a common theme is bound.
Where else can such amazing prophecies be found,
Which grasp the attention and leave readers spellbound,
Making believers of skeptics all the world around,
With its power to transform and to confound.
For years many questioned its accuracy when speaking of history,
But the validity of its content is now being revealed by archaeology,
Time and again the truth of the Bible has been proven,
By scholars and scientists whom to doubt were previously given.
At one time the scholars believed and taught that the earth was flat,
And as far as they were concerned, this was just a matter of fact,
They laughed when the Bible spoke of the earth as being round,
But in the end it is the teaching of the Bible that was accurate and sound.
The Bible has had a profound and pervasive effect on human culture,
Influencing science, art, music, legal systems, language, and sculpture,
Wherever in the world you look, you cannot escape the power of this Book,
But desiring to get rid of the Bible, our sages have its teachings forsook.
My counsel to all the citizens of this world, is to open your mind and take a good look,
And if you are honest, you’ll have to conclude, that the Bible is indeed a unique book.
For in its pages God’s plan of salvation for humanity is found,
To escape the end of earth's history and live with him in eternity safe and sound.
Oh! Sing! Sing! A Psalm of Praise early in the morning when you
first arise. When the morning's sunlight's first opens up your eyes.
Oh! Give thanks to be to God the creator of heaven and earth.
Who knit you together in your mother's womb before she gave birth.
Who has numbered the very hairs of your head. Jesus Christ, was there when you are born, and will be there after you are dead. Where oh where will your spirit journey on its way to its eternal destiny? The choice is left up entirely upon you. Which roadway are you going to choose? Broad is the way which leads to destruction. And narrow is the pathway leading to everlasting life.
And very few are they which manage to find it. Most people freely live their own lives by going their own way. Living life as if there is no tomorrow with all of its pains and sorrows. Men and women who forget to pray will call upon the mountains and rocks to hide them from the wrath of the Lamb of God! Those people will wait until tomorrow comes, after the rapture of the Church.
And the Messiah has already come! Why not sing praises to Jesus Christ! accepting his freely pardonable gift of everlasting life. Before another twenty-four hours of both day and night has come. With the rising and setting of the morning and evening sun. Each and every day only draws much closer to the return of God's only begotten Son! Why wait until the up and coming tribulation? It will come to try and test those who rejected Jesus Christ.
Why not sing God's praises today during the remainder of the age of grace? The clock of humanity's remainder time is exactly at ll.59 one minute before midnight. Scoffers of every past, present, and future generation only laugh and say, "where is the sign of his coming?" Since their forefathers fell asleep wasting all their time counting sheep when they could not sleep. This lost generation is following in their footsteps.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
January 29, 2020
Violent Faith
There is nothing more pleasing to God the Father
then for Him to see His precious children press in,
to take His Word just as it is written
and over the devil and his companions they will triumph and win.
The children of God these days, have “Violent Faith” it seems
courageous and fearless knowing the Lord is on our side,
with the truth of God’s Word in our heart we are to recover the spoils from the devil and
to his face tell him we know that to us he has lied.
“For, we service the Almighty God the precious
King of Kings and Lord of Lords is He,
the One Who holds the universe in one hand
with still enough room to hold you and me.
Violent Faith – what about Noah who heard the voice of God tell him
build an ark here in the middle of this dry land,
so working and toiling he got it all done
amidst the scoffers of the day he chose to take a bold stand.
Then came the two of the twelve spies, Joshua and Caleb
who proved to have known the voice of their God,
they said, “Giants in the land, who cares, isn’t Jehovah Nissi on our side”?
And they alone wanted to go and possess the promised sod.
Violent Faith – again like Joshua who said,
“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord”,
or the shepherd boy, David, who trusted his God for the victory over Goliath
more than Saul’s armor and his sword.
Oh, for us to get a clear picture set in our mind
it’s so much fun to spoil the enemy’s despicable plan,
to tear down, uproot, and put him under foot where he belongs
and never allow him condemningly to stand.
Violent Faith – yes it is so badly needed
in these desperate and troubled times,
because it is true our Savior the Lord Jesus is coming soon
for we can see now so many signs.
And when He comes He says,
“Will I find faith on the earth”, and I say, “Oh, Lord count me in on this”,
for I believe that Violent Faith is the only way to survive
because the rapture we surely don’t want to miss.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
A friend of mine,
Told me Christ is one of these three things:
A joke in a popular culture,
A name used to oppress Africans.
A banner raised by religionists to prevent homosexuals from getting married.
She mentioned the church is where people.
Give advice they themselves can't keep,
The shepherd is more lost than the sheep,
He preaches what himself can't keep.
Never will she want to be part of the sheep.
The sheep are lost, pretending to be found,
Their voice is that of a wolf.
Sharp nails that protrude from their hooves,
These sheep feed on meat and blood!
Wiping their lips every morning before church service.
She mentioned God is a subject that can be perfectly understood outside the Bible.
Other religions are just different road maps to Him.
She no longer wants to be identified with Christian 'Clicks'.
She wants to be free,
Her wings have been choked daily,
she can no longer grow in the faith she was brought up in.
She now talks of Karma,
The universe energy that is focused on her.
The positive and good vibes directed to her,
the emptying of mind from her Yoga tutor,
She no longer sails with God in her tide.
Depending on fate and chance,
Sin has clogged her mind, becoming callous in her conscience.
Doing what she loves, what her mind wants.
She is no longer in the faith,
neither was she in the first place.
Death hatched doubts,
Stretch of doubt led her blindly out.
But you must remember, beloved,
predictions of the apostles.
There will be scoffers in the last days,
Following their ungodly passions,
It is these who cause divisions,
Worldly and devoid of the Spirit.
Beloved, building yourselves up in your most holy faith,
praying in the Holy Spirit,
keep yourselves in the love of God,
In wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life.
Having mercy on those who doubt.
save others by snatching them out of the fire, showing mercy to others with fear,
hating even the garment stained by their flesh.
A gut full of grease is a glutton for greed
A swirling cesspool of sinful man's seed
These men of corruption, a pitiful breed
They trust their own hearts, which deceives them indeed
Prey for the fallen and wicked to feed
Who whisper with promise to fill man's each need
They scoff at God's promise, those depraved will not heed
They mock every word in God's Book when they read
Rejecters of Truth, in which mankind is preed
They have no fear of Christ, Who shall judge every deed
He Who gives man the breath for his life to proceed
He alone, in strict justice, shall perfectly meed
He Who casts into hell, by His Word, whence decreed
He Whose anger, and fury, and wrath shall exceed
All the strength of His creatures, who must there ever dreed
He Who mocks, in derision, all the damned as they plead
He Who laughs as they weep and they wail to be freed
He Who kindles the fire that shall burn every weed
Reprobate beings shall become as a glede
The bread of the leaven He shall thoroughly knead
He Who bled as they jeered shall then jeer as they bleed
When He smites with His iron they'll remember the reed
They'll remember His cup, that accursed Ganymede
He forsaken of God that the veil should be screed
He Who endured that redemption succeed
He Who for sinners was made sin, to accede
For sin, and the Devil, and death to impede
The powers of darkness were forced to recede
As did that legion of swine once stampede
When Jesus returns riding 'pon a white steed
Armies of angels and saints shall He lead
Open your ears and your eyes and take heed
Do not let your heart be a stone when you read
The Word became flesh, as the God-Head decreed
Son of God, Son of man, incorruptible Seed
A Savior for every sinner in need
Son of man, in the flesh, come to weep and to bleed
Son of God, Bread from heaven, to heal and to feed
Christ Jesus, the Son, that He might intercede
To reconcile God with the chosen to be freed
He Who the Son frees shall be free indeed