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Now is the winter of our discontent,
For our sins, we shall repent.
Not a soul can escape this torment,
Slowly turning us all senescent.
The cold wind in the east thus blows,
Falling are the petals of that frosty rose.
Our hearts have come to froze,
As we try to cast our minds to our woes.
Harm is the reminiscence of summer,
When we doth celebrate midsommar.
Oh the sun! What has now become of her,
Hiding in shadows, no radiance from her.
The hail hath come to end one and all,
The white rain on the earth doth fall.
How does one remove this hovering pall?
When the limited will cause them to brawl.
Sinking below this sheet of white,
Numbing our body, this frostbite.
Will we ever again see a twilight,
Or will this just be an endless night?
This forgotten god
Dwelling in rooms of infinity
In Corners lie the memories of creation
Brilliant and full of divintity
C h i l d r e n a t p l a y
T h e f o g o t t e n deities rages
Sacred and profane
Falls a c r o s s an Intellectual ape
L o s t a n d r o a m i n g
a burning city s c a p e
f o r g o t t e n are the gods
w a t c h i n g m a n Crucified
I t ' s s o u ls on an old rugged ruined Wooden cross
IRON N a i l s n i n e i n c h e s l o n g
Listen to creations s o n g
B u r y d e e p t h e s p i r es o f Longinus
Digging i s t h e word o f f l e s h
T o c l e a n s t h e e a r t h
in a Holy Rage
Sacred and profane
Creations faith in a n i n t e l l i g e n t a p e
Falls a tear of a brilliant sage
Drying in the distant w i n d s
Of the aftermath
A Nuclear b i r t h
Incinerations sins
forgotten gods c r i e s
Creations holocaustic lands c a p e
D r a g s t h e b o n e s
o f t h e immaculate Primates
P l a c e t h e m u p o n the
a l t e r o f creation
G o d s p a y m e n t i s i n d e m a n d
Forgotten gods plays
In room adrift
A far
Dwelling in rooms of infinity
In a humble stable under starlit skies,?A miracle whispered where the night softly sighs.?Angels sang sweetly, their voices a stream,?Proclaiming the birth of a wondrous dream.
The world lay in silence, wrapped in the cold,?Yet a warmth like no other began to unfold.?Shepherds and wise men, drawn by the light,?Journeyed through shadows to witness the night.
Mary, so tender, cradled her son,?In swaddling clothes, the Holy One.?Joseph, steadfast, with love in his gaze,?Guarded the promise, igniting the praise.
Star of Bethlehem, shining so bright,?Guiding the hearts through the veil of the night.?Each flicker of hope in the dark of despair,?Reminded the world that God’s love is shared.
Joy for the humble, peace for the meek,?A message of mercy, the hearts long to seek.?In the warmth of that manger, love took its place,?Embracing humanity, our sins to erase.
So let us remember on this sacred eve,?The gift of compassion, in which we believe.?With every carol, and every prayer,?We celebrate love, abundant and rare.
For Christmas is more than tinsel and cheer,?It’s the essence of giving, the feeling sincere.?In the birth of Christ, our spirits unite,?A beacon of hope in the stillness of night.
Late last night, when the sky was bright
With the silver gleam of the moon and the starlight,
I sat and asked my Soul
Of what Sin am I old?
Am I Lust, Anger, Greed, Envy, Materialist or just Jealous?
As I wondered with my Heart so Pious
Eureka! came the answer
I have no Sin
Other than you, Great Ancienter!
You make me Madder
You make me Cater
For all the wordly Sins
So devoted to you I am, My Assassin!
You make me Breathless
You make me Senseless
Even if you make me Lustful
You make me not an Actress
For my attraction for your absoluteness
Is not an Acting
It is the Meaning
Of my ZigZagging
Since the beginning of my Dawning!
When will you Dare
To make me Queen of your Lair
Where I will not pull your Hair
But will tempt you with my Stare
When will you become Crazy?
Just like my boggling Insanity
To satisfy my great Envy
Of wanting your Lap so Cozy?
To be Kissed, when I will be Missed
Will make you into a Prince Charming
For on your knees you will be falling
To ask me Something,
Something very important for your heartling!
I am Sinful! And Corrupted!
I Have become Intoxicated!
All because of You!
My Sin thou art so True!
A Song of Faith and Resolve
Some say yes to Satan to reach their goals,
To sell their priceless soul for fleeting glow.
But I, Christen Kuikoua, declare, "No!"
For I have the Lord God Almighty's hold.
It takes hard work and reading of His Word,
It takes a bond with Him to truly see,
How best to praise His name in purity—
The Lord of hosts, by whom all life is stirred.
So I will wait; I trust His perfect time.
My song is mine, and none can sing it true.
Though mocked and scorned, I’ll stand and see it through,
For Christ once asked, “What’s worth your soul's sublime?”
The answer’s clear: there’s nothing—absolutely.
And so, I ready for the day He calls,
When poetry will echo through the halls,
To guide the world to know His love more fully.
Once, I dreamed of music just to succeed,
Yet heard His voice, “Who do you say I am?”
“Christ, Son of God,” I said, with heart aflame,
Who bore my sins and met my deepest need.
I see now: it’s not fame that I pursue,
But worship, born of Spirit and of truth.
To dance like David, free from worldly ruth,
And seek His Word for wisdom ever new.
Why choose the easy road, the devil's snare?
Why long for hell, where tears will never end?
The blind, though sighted, cannot comprehend—
Their ignorance traps them in dark despair.
But I, like David, praise the Lord, my King,
In wealth or want, His glory fills the earth.
Forever holy, He defines my worth,
My God, my song, to whom my spirit clings.
How in the world do you prepare a loved one for dying?
What if you as well as others have faithfully prayed
For your love one's healing? But instead of improving,
It only becomes much worse. And you storm the
Heavenly citadels of heaven reaching the very throne
Room of The Lamb of God who takes away the sins
Of the the world!
Most believers in Jesus Christ, firmly believe, "it is
Appointed unto man (or woman) once to die and
Afterwards the judgement." And as the Apostle
Paul, the apostle to the gentile nations once said.
"To be absent from the body is to be present with
The Lord." How well and good it is to be reassured
That your Christian friend will be going to heaven!
This is a much harshest case scenario! What if your
Loved one is not born again? You must first faithfully
And diligently pray for Dear Heavenly Father! To give
Unto you the very right words to say to him (or to her).
Hopefully, your unsaved loved one will ask you this
Very viable live changing and life saving question.
"What must I do to become saved?"
In that case situation you simply reply, "For God so
Loved (you) that He gave His only begotten Son; that
Whosoever believes on Him will not perish but have
Everlasting life." John 3:16. What if you friend does not
Nether acknowledges God's very existence. And or your
Dying love one no longer believes in Him!
You can always pray for God to have mercy on his or hers
immortal soul. And into your hands oh Lord we commend
His or her spirit. Speak those words or similar ones out
Loud. Hold on to your loved ones hand, and ask this question.
If you believe in God please squeeze my hand, if you are still
Able to do so. I firmly believe that our dear Heavenly Father
Does accepts and acknowledges death bed confessionals!
Why should any one of us wait until our eleventh hour to
Become saved? Multitudes of people die instantaneously with
Out even having a chance to become saved! And unfortunately
Some people miss out on their last opportunity to become
Born again believers in Jesus Christ, God's only begotten
Son, and our precious Lord, Redeemer and Savior! We
Love, worship and honor Him because He first loved us!
Love in Christ Jesus Holy Name!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 05, 2021
He stills the moments, as my heart rests
Soothed, comforted, blessed
He colors my dreams, my hopes, my prayers
In springtime joy, summer beauty
Autumn’s spice and wintery delight
He balances the music of my life
Healing, easing, stirring
A breathless wind, in the shadows of the night
Where the darkness clings to the last fading of light
He whispers peace through my spirit,
Silencing my fears, mopping up my tears,
Gentling the feelings who burn through the years
Reflecting impressions that blaze like glistening stars,
Brilliant, glowing, destroying the muddled with solace
He listens when my prayers are selfless
And when they are selfish too
He is kind like the greatest love, the best gestures
As if His purpose were to settle my doubts,
Destroy my dread and make a way through the regrets
Make a way through shame, grief and fiercest distress
He knows me way better than I know myself
He sees through my wants, to my needs
Casts out the greediness for a generosity that believes
He lets me – even when my flaws are showing
So that when the time comes, He can forgive me
For all those sins and failures that keep me from growing
He sees through my strength, to the weakness
He sees past the smile, to the wounds
He sees beyond the faintest bleakness, to that spark of hope
He sees the stirrings of grace, covering my hurts
He sees the way to make everything turn out ok
He sees the me who still prays… Jesus, please help me…
When I can’t pray those powerful prayers,
The ones where my words seem suitable and sure,
The ones where my heart is poured out for His encouragement
The ones where my soul seems to just know
What to say, how to pray, come what may….
When I just can’t pray, I can still say… Jesus, please help me…
Until I can find my way, until I know the prayer to pray,
Until Your love has calmed with the faith that will remain
Because You are the reason that, whatever the season,
I know that I can sincerely say – You are the living grace,
You are the solution to my every challenge
You are the wonder within every wonderful thing.
You are the courage that leads me to take a chance.
You are the love that lives in this heart that You made!
Thank You, Jesus… for the grace, the faith that saves!
God has left all mankind a book.
Full of His wisdom, just take a look.
It tells us how all things begin.
Then explains how they will end.
Each book a story about a humans life.
Their triumphs, failures, peace, and strife.
Each one a lesson for us that's true.
To teach us what? and what not to do!
It teaches us about something called "Sin."
A lifetime battle that we each are in.
Each person is someone just like me and You.
That long ago experienced, what we now go thru.
All were given by God the freedom of choice!
To do as they wanted, or obey the Creators voice.
This Book offers "Eternal Wisdom!" to make us wise!
And the fate for all humans, whom His word they despise.
Inside of it there's 150 poems and prayers.
That show who God is? and just how much He cares.
This one amazing Book, is divided in two parts.
The New Testament our end. The Old Testament our start.
Through it God let's us see how each and everyday.
The sins we commit effects us all in someway!
The seemingly angelic people, will sometimes do bad!
One day we can be happy and the next we are mad.
It tells the human story, detailing lives and events.
God knows we can't stop it, but He does say "Repent!"
He placed a helper called "Conscious" inside of our minds.
That talks to us, making us feel guilty most of the time.
This Book shows us all, without God we can't win.
So God became a man himself and choose to step in.
The penalty was a perfect humans death, to pay the cost.
To regain our relationship with our Creator we lost.
His Son Jesus volunteered, came and met His demand.
Suffered on a cross and died in place of each woman and man.
Came out of that body and went heavens way.
He now sits above watching over all believers today!
This Book is a spiritual one and in this flesh we are too.
Open it and ask God to open your mind as you read through!
What of this water, this reason, this rhyme
coursing every mind, our hands, our land;
that takes no shape yet changes for all time
waking to the wisdom for what is grand.
A symphony of atoms, pulses and flow -
the blood of rivers and world of oceans;
unlocks lofty language that we all know
to which we touch and pledge deep devotions.
The one thing one needs but cannot control
so primally part of our every day;
all life must bow to, while waves rise 'n roll
we wade in as we wash some sins away.
This water's wild power one tries to tame -
what forever force will we likely blame?
112 words Sonnet
10/15/2021
I mean to formulate and phrase
My thoughts in fine, poetic ways
So if my aims aren't clearly shown
The fault is mine, and mine alone.
Consider me as you wish or will
Of hate and rage, I've had my fill
Take all that I possess and own
Still, what's inside is mine alone.
Keep your wealth and power, too
Coerce by means to make me do
Things I'd rather not have known
But this conviction's mine alone.
Perhaps you can command a coin
With a pistol bolt, my life purloin
While you slay my blood and bone
This soul is mine, and mine alone.
And if by prospect of the fates
I do not reach the Pearly Gates
For all that I could not atone ...
Those sins were mine, and mine ...
Alone.
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