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In remembrance of a time
Myself, unknowingly was formless and empty
Darkness blocking out the light
Consumed of worldly chaos.
Then one day the light was revealed
Now being able to look back in my life seeing God
Was hovering around until that day
Revealing the darkness that holds one captive
In Christ promised spirit to set one ablaze
To destroy the land one has created on their own
Are received from mankinds deceitful planting
In seeing this world in a whole
Is everything going against God
As always, only to be revealed through
The quickening and manifesting of removing darkness
Not of own works but through the light
Seeing there is this battle within
But light shines out the darkness
That Christ might be the rising light into day
Harvesting in the morning glory of His work
Consumed of His newfound and inexpressible
Joy, peace, and love for all.
May , God bless, comfort, guide and fill you
With His peace, love, spirit and joy in abundance.
That one might be separated
From, night unto a newfound day
Old self unto New living being
Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.
Genesis 1:2?-?5 NIV
The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned. You have enlarged the nation and increased their joy; they rejoice before you as people rejoice at the harvest, as warriors rejoice when dividing the plunder.
Isaiah 9:2?-?3 NIV
The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory.
Isaiah 60:19 NIV
Your eye is the lamp of your body. When your eyes are healthy, your whole body also is full of light. But when they are unhealthy, your body also is full of darkness. See to it, then, that the light within you is not darkness. Therefore, if your whole body is full of light, and no part of it dark, it will be just as full of light as when a lamp shines its light on you.”
Luke 11:34?-?36 NIV
Form:
“All their comings and their goings were so closely scrutinised
as the prosecution’s trump card was the evidence they prized.
Though the wily prosecutor gathered facts to build his case,
some old bushmen too were scheming and a plan was put in place.
“They were crafty, artful dodgers, who’d been slipped a quid their way,
and could see to it the evidence might somehow go astray.
The bold band then took advantage of the absence of the guard
for some twenty or so minutes and then broke into the yard.
“In the small hours of that morning they absconded with the stock
and the speed of the audacious theft had left police in shock.
These bold bushmen used a vehicle which, much to their delight,
lured the cattle through the darkened streets and quickly out of sight.
“All available policemen joined the search to find their trail,
but their roadblocks and sheer numbers proved to be of no avail.
Then at sunrise the black constable, a tracker of renown,
traced the mob out to the stockyards on the outskirts of the town.
“All the cattle had been slaughtered and not one ear could be seen
and a piece of hide was missing, where the owner’s brand had been.
Still the heads and hides were proof enough … or so the lawyers thought,
but the judge dismissed the evidence and threw it out of court.
I just sat there flabbergasted as the old bloke rose to go,
‘cause the way he’d told the story he was really in the know.
But he sensed I sought the obvious and said “I need a drink.”
Then he hobbled down the street away … and turned and gave a wink.
In the book Champagne Country, which explores the history of Roma and district, there is
a chapter on Bushranging. In part it discusses how the notorious Harry Redford was tried
in Roma, though found not guilty and also there was another account of an incident which
took place in 1952. A number of head of cattle being held as evidence in a cattle
duffing offence disappeared from the Police yards about two a.m. in the morning while
supposedly being under constant guard. The culprits were never apprehended. Years
later my wife’s dad, who went droving at the age of ten and a well known identity around
Roma, shed a little light on the subject. The above tale tells what took place. Certain
facts have been hidden to protect the guilty.
I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and keep my company. I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and write the next chapter with me. I want someone that is virtuous for me to help me find my destiny.
I have been sitting here for the past five years scribbling notes and masquerading in the dirt, with cuts and bruises on my skin and the bird above me singing an unfamiliar hymn; the cold wind blowing in my back while the perverts peep meticulously underneath my new frock. Daylight is shouting on the air with nothing positive to share.
I have passed the time in positive ways and cross my heart so that my spirit doesn’t go astray, and I sit quietly in the dark waiting patiently on that special verse that will break the spell and catapult me out of this living hell.
I have written a hundred and twenty verses about the desert in the sun and the aliens on the run, where did they come from nobody knows but they have the big boss thinking and the universe running.
I want someone that is right for me, to bring out all the good in me and respect my dignity. I have been searching for that special one that can sing in harmony and compose a majestic rhythm and when we clap our hands together, we can compose a million songs.
I want someone that is virtuous for me that knows about the history. Time is trembling on my lips and the maiden is carrying a pirate dish what’s for supper, I don’t know but heaven will see to it that we have a decent three course meal.
It is not about infatuation or puppy love, it’s about creativity , imagination, compatibility, mature love and strength; we must see eye to eye and we must go on a mission together in a dug out boat and a submarine floating above our heads; strategy is the key to survival and there is no parting between us until we die, we both have longevity and passion is our destiny, I want someone that is right for me.
Here I am standing on the abusive floor, and someone is knocking continuously on the door, the extortioner is running around the street looking for something to eat and the bad men are throwing stones at me, hoping to see the other side of me, but I shone them all and continue to stand tall.
I want someone that is virtuous to help me complete the race and get me out of this place and quite the hidden storm.
April 3 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 20-22
Key Verse –1Kings 20:13 And, behold, there came a prophet unto Ahab king of Israel, saying, Thus saith the LORD, Hast thou seen all this great multitude? behold, I will deliver it into thine hand this day; and thou shalt know that I am the LORD.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DELIVERANCE-GREATNESS
Lord God, You are my deliverance-Greatness
Who enables me to remain peaceful
Thank You that You strengthen me to be faithful
With Your stewardship-call for my being dutiful
Let me always obey You in my willingness so purposeful.
Lord God, You are my deliverance-Greatness
Who wants me to look pleasant
Thank You that You see to it that I become Your Bible-braced servant
With Your girding harness of sin-forgiveness You mercifully grant
Let me always follow Your precepts, immutably constant.
Lord God, You are my deliverance-Greatness
Who leads me to walk in Your light
Thank You that You correct me by Your compassion’s might
With Your warning words stirring my guilt-stricken fright
Let me always abide in Your will to conquer carnality’s height.
Lord God, You are my deliverance-Greatness
Who upholds me in Your given inheritance
Thank You that You govern me in Your kingdom’s assistance
With Your constraining love I experience in every instance
Let me always submit to You in my faith-building pursuits without resistance.
Lord God, You are my deliverance-Greatness
Who comes to me by Your graciousness
Thank You that You fight for my battles to win over struggling helplessness
With Your ready protection I cling to, fastened along Your goodness
Let me always trust You as I pray through Your bestowed righteousness.
Lord God, You are my deliverance-Greatness
Who pushes me toward spiritual maturity
Thank You that You prosper me by Your blessings’ bounty
With Your prevailing wisdom that teaches me Your truth’s certainty
Let me always seek You with earnest humility and sincerity.
Lord God, You are my deliverance-Greatness
Who comforts me in my affliction
Thank You that You deal well with me along Your peace and consolation
With Your reigning power that affirms Your instruction
Let me always pursue after Your approval, overcoming goal-frustration.
April 3, 2023
I must’ve went wrong somewhere,
Becoming too much to bare,
Everything’s been lost,
My soul was the cost.
This mess burnt up my last shred of sanity,
I long for it to be cleaned,
There’s only one I trust,
Longing change before I bust,
Now all I can think is what is wrong,
With people, with me, the world? It’s been so long.
Since everything was okay,
Since you didn’t stay.
Lonely wasn’t thought,
Questioning everything I’ve fought.
Without hope and care,
Standing in front of the mirror,
This just can’t be fair.
Why does it have to be so hard?
If you look at it optmisticly, it’ll just be another scar.
Too bad my optimism has run out,
Nothing else to care about.
And then I laugh.
I’m tired of listening,
I’m tired of getting hit on,
I’m tired of the snobs getting in my way.
Of the bastards taking everything away.
Now I can feel it rising,
I see my vision blurring,
I burn another leaf,
While my thoughts are stirring.
It’s clear now though,
Only one answer that’s true,
Beating someone’s face until it’s black and blue.
It’s no longer feeling any stranger,
To let loose of this anger.
These maggots are finally going to get what’s coming to them,
At one point,
I was hoping that this isn’t how it would end.
Now I want to embrace it,
Make the most of it,
I enjoy every damn second of it.
Now when some drama starting, waste of skin,
Throws one of their fits,
I’m gonna make sure their mouth is shut for good, I’ll see to it.
Looking back on the lower ground I once stood.
When that cheating fake, or big disgrace screws something up for me,
I won’t waste anytime before making them bleed.
That self medicating,
Child Molesting,
Animal abusing,
Piece of meat, is going to regret,
Blocking my road,
I’ll be someone they’d wish they’d never met.
They don’t understand,
I don’t care who they are,
Or if someone took their land,
Or came and repoed their car.
If the banks collected their home,
Only thing I care about now,
Isn’t getting stoned,
It’s not searching my phone,
Not hearing another teenager moan,
Can’t you see?
All the simple pleasures mean nothing to me.
So you better start getting read to flee,
Lock the back door, and swallow the key.
Angers infesting me, turning towards insanity,
The only thing left I care about… Is Me.
I’d be the only one to save me
To heal me completely, to set me free
Set me free from despondency
Wish you’d understand me, baby
I’m patiently a wanderlust boy
In a world full of angst and joy
I’m delightfully angry like a ram
I’m hoping you’ll save me as I am
I’m a lovely sheep in godly sleep
I’m a broken dam…I weep in the deep
Remedy of relief — come shine on me
Relieve me from anxiety and grief, that’s my only plea…
That’s my only plea…
Be with me, baby…
I’m a lonely shadow amongst the dark
I’m a broken dam…a singing, longing lark
Remedy of relief — moonshine of cheer
Relieve me from my anxiety and my fear, that’s my only plea, my dear
That’s my only plea…
Be with me, baby…
Melancholy misery…come shine on me
Wish you could be happy with me, baby
Faith in God is saving my life, my life
Aside from the darkness that tries to consume me
I know He loves me despite the strife
He’ll set me free from despondency’s hold to a certain degree
A captivity that’s so cold and empty as my misery’s company
I’m patiently a wanderlust boy
In a world full of angst and joy
I’m delightfully angry as a ram
I’m hoping you’ll save me as I am
I’m a lovely sheep in godly sleep
I’m a broken dam…I weep in the deep
Remedy of relief — come shine on me
Relieve me from anxiety and grief, that’s my only plea…
That’s my only plea…
Be with me, baby…
That’s my only plea, my dear love of mine
That’s my only plea’s for you to be my shine
I’m a lonely shadow amongst the dark
I’m a broken dam…a singing, longing lark
Remedy of relief — moonshine of cheer
Relieve me from my anxiety and my fear
Please make me happy and gay today…
I don’t want to give in to my sadness day by day
I don’t want to be full of dismay, okay?
I just want you to hold me tight and stay…
Hold on to me…
Move on like the sea
Save me from me…
I’m a mess, you see?
Remedy of relief will see to it
That I’ll be set free bit by bit
I’ll be set free…set free…
Just let me be…let me be…
Save me from fretful fear…
Give me a reason to feel cheer…
In these darksome times of stress
I want to make progress and earn happiness
Please…that’s my only plea…
Set me at ease, be with me…
I stood on a gigantic branch that hangs over the great big ocean
that spans across the depth and width of this earth and stretched forth my
hands. I reached towards the heavens and cried out to the almighty
God to save his people from the terrible wrath to come.
It was not a cry for vengeance; it wasn’t a cry of pain,
It wasn’t a cry of bitterness or anger, but a cry for pardon
and mercy that sank deep within my guts,
resonate throughout mountains, valleys
and plains then filtering into thin air.
Series of cries rushes through the leaves;
They evaporate in the atmosphere and filled the clouds with rain.
I could hear voices thundering in the ocean,
Beating and riding upon choppy waves.
Voices of the young and old rushes through the air
Voices of the motherless and fatherless, triggered desperation
Voices of starving widows weep for compassion
Voices of strangers and wounded warrior crying out for help.
I could not see them, I could not touch them but I could hear them.
I walked towards the last pinnacle on the branch,
And remained silent while staring at the clear blue sky,
when suddenly I felt empowered by a strong presence that stood beside me.
It held me by my hand and took me across the great big ocean and seated me upon a rock .
It pointed in four directions, and cried out in a loud voice.
Then places its hands upon my head and said
“child I have seen what they have done, and I have heard your cry,"
you are under my covering and no harm will ever come to you.
From now on you shall be my head, and you must go wherever I send you.
You will take my message of mercy and forgiveness to the four corners of the globe.
Those who persist in their evil ways will perish in their own wrath,
but those who will repent of their evil ways will be granted pardon and mercy.
It took me back to the tree and cut all the branches,
the only branch that remained was the one we stood on and hangs over the ocean.
It says pardon and mercy cry out in the deep,go and see to it my dear.
It places a book and gold pen in my hand then disappeared.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Winds hustling pass the speed limit.
Trees whispering gossip;
obviously a scandalous myth.
She stares up into the copper brown walls.
Resting, but not relaxing, in a bed of straws.
Her long golden hair nesting at the back of her head.
Oh my might midnight star,
What a wonderful sight you are!
You live in the cold core of my heart.
Yet when I look up into the
dark luminous eyes of yours,
you are laying so very still
like a pupil dilating.
You cluster above her home,
Waiting for the girl to arrive just outside her door.
Yearning to shine your glistening light upon her face.
Oh admirable Moon,
you want to reach out to
her ravenous soul.
To heal the battle wounds left by her evil step family.
Oh starry, starry night,
I wish, I wish
that I just might be appeal-able
to attend the Dark Ball.
To be able to enter the mysterious dark hollow tree
castle that stands on top of the hill.
“Bring me an orange pumpkin
and fetch me some rats.
Bring me a dog and some laughter too.
See to it the eleven star be your guide.
And look out for your one falling glass slipper shoe.
Look at the village with merriment and show pride;
that Cinderella is no longer a peasant but a would-be bride.
Common now, you know the deal.
The magic is done and the starry night is seal.
Midnight is the time the truth will be revealed.”
She twirl about in her precious new gown
praising the wondrous moments one live through life.
Gathering her courage she step right up.
Humming the enchanted beauty of the night until
She reach on top.
You, mountain, peek through your curious eyes,
watching the girl ascend to her forthcoming.
You speak into the world, rumbling you reaction
of you understanding.
That you, mountain, are at the top of the world
and have seen it all,
but not the enticing love story stronger than the
stinging of a thousand bee.
Winds hustling pass the speed limit.
Trees whispering gossip;
obviously a scandalous myth.
For the real prince in disguise stand guard at the
entrance of the door.
Let me wipe away your tears of hopeless pain
The Lord's love towards all is numerous like the stars, so let the past disappear like California rain
The heart beats on like the drums in the night
The midnight stars shine as you open my eyes
I have a feeling you and I will be together again after hours of flight
Your eyes flicker with delight...it makes me smile to share an experience of natural highs
Pre-Ch: Love is a desire
That burns like fire
Love and good works
Light up the sky like fireworks
The heart is wide awake
The mind longs for peace to find
For your own sake,
Don't let the sorrows of time unwind
Ch: For the heart will love again
Unfold your wings and fly in the light
Learn to let go and let live, for your mind has stepped foot on another lane
Boldly, stand your ground with all your might
Repeat after me -
The heart will love again
I assure you that the heart will love again
The heart will love again
Are we on the same lane?
It's getting a little clearer that you're held back by fear
Mirror the pain in my heart and you'll see that you're not alone
Our Father will see to it that we're not alone, though we assume that we're on our own
Pretending to be perfect won't get us anywhere, so worry no more, my much adored dear
Pre-ch
Ch
I keep dreaming of you and I
I keep dreaming that one day we'll fly
We're gonna fly so far away from the mess we find ourselves in
We're gonna make it one way or another; at least our faith isn't paper thin
-whisper- The heart will love again
I assure you that the heart will love again
The heart will love again
Pre-ch
Ch
How sweet is your genuine words,
Whispered in my desire-stricken ears
Someday, you and I will embrace freedom like the uncaged birds
Moving forward at the speed of light, my heart pounding like drums of the night that last for several years
Remember to keep telling yourself -
The heart will love again
The heart will love again
For some reason, you remind me of myself,
Never losing hope that new life will begin
Grandma's Pets
My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend
He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales
Once they actually went to Africa
He wrote he was bringing Gran a pet
When he came home with a small cage
He'd brought her a marmoset
He opened up the cage
And up the curtains it did run
The curtains tore, granda laughed,
Grandma didn't think it fun
She said it had to go
So to the pet shop Granda went
He returned without the Monkey
And to ‘Coventry’ he was sent
Granda apologised and said
that he would compensate
Next day he bought Gran Tip,a cat
Bimbo, the budgie, feared its fate
He'd run up and down his ladder
And his cuttlefish he would gnaw
He took one look at Tip and thought
'I've not seen you before'
One day he pecked his bell so hard
The clapper fell out onto the floor
No matter how much he pecked it
That bell would ring no more
Bimbo, I’d known since a little girl
He lived to a good age
I still remember that fateful day
I found him lifeless in his cage
Tip lived till he was seven
Many kittens he would father
Mrs Thomas would bang on the door
And get in a right lather
“Your Tip's been paying visits
To my precious tabby Pip.
If you don't keep him in
I'll see to it he has ‘the snip'”
After Tip came Ruff the dog
A cairn terrier with his papers
We would laugh so many times
At his little doggie capers
There were two unbuttered teacakes
Sitting on a plate
Mum went to fetch the butter
She came back to an empty plate
Ruff was looking sheepish
Crumbs all around his chin
The cute expression on his furry face
I could swear it was a grin
We lost Ruff when he was eight
Poison in his canned dog food
If that had happened now
The manufacturer we'd have sued
Grandma put her foot down
And told Granda “No more pets”
She missed them all
Well most of them
But not the marmoset