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Born into tragic reckoning,
We understand that all the bliss we have is but a moment in Creation,
Elation and tragedy come to nothing beneath the last breath our body takes,
And death opens wide to swallow us into that great mystery.
Born into tragic reckoning,
We try and create a memory that lives beyond our countenance,
But that memory is hollow compared to the touch of loved ones,
We grow and live knowing that someday we will lose our parents and friends to that dark dominion,
And yet does death still sting as before?
Born into tragic reckoning,
A man lived in sorrow, hoping and reaching for a better tomorrow,
Born into poverty and oppression,
A man refused to accept the limitations of his age and grew to become like no manner of man that has ever existed.
Born into tragic reckoning, a man grabbed the hand of God and demanded life,
And when it was his time to die he embraced the abyss,
Three days later he rose from death’s clutches and said, “I am that I am.”
The great dream of tomorrow beyond the sting of loss is real and it is rather the sensation that things end which is mistaken.
For there was and is a man, who will ensure that tragedies are transformed into triumphant reconciliation.
For there was and is a man, who guarantees that even in the height of despair there really is no end and all mysteries give way to beginnings of blessing.
Oh Death, because of a man who was, who is, and who will be where is your sting?
Or sorrow where is your victory?
For death can rule no soul.
So into the great beyond, go with courage dear sister, go with courage.
Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
but a whispered scream,
which rescue against all odds
(plucked out cavernous catacomb),
fast becoming a fading dream
vicariously agonizing to see
desperation and lads bravely brace,
helplessness predominating over initial
found alive break thru gain
promising grim destiny slowly doth erase
yet resignation impossible
to ignore written on every face
despite faux (cracking)
courageous front,
now severely testing grace
under underground solid state
rock geomorphology
necessitating stepped up pace
to rescue, sans race
against time encroaching threatened space
with predicted mon
soon meteorologists trace
with laser pointer predict
ominous incursion cave
at mercy of vulnerable flooding
worst case scenario, grave
nightmare predicament
in an attempt to save
youths with barely enough
strength to smile or wave
downgrading my own fear
being emotionally incommunicado
during prepubescence
pretending not to hear
clapping skeletal hands over each ear
to blot out hyper consciousness of glare
ring existence squelching
feeble effing dare
sputtering Nietzscheism at every turn
of the (ripped torn) page
airtight barricade against transformation
into manhood stage
fighting to the death
foaming at mouth dagger like
canine teeth savagely
evincing snarling rage,
no match for reinforced
rebar invisible cage
holding self hostage,
not enough money
to pay hefty ransom,
thus thine mental health
compromised, which
to this day still pay steep wage.
Christ, by the highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
--From Hymn Hark the Herald Angel Sing by Charles Wesley
Come all my sisters and brothers
We glorify God in the highest heaven
His promising words live forever
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting Name!
All creations proclaim Thy words
Mountains, seas and plains rise in acclamation
Rainbow has captured God’s great works
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting Name!
All life’s storms cease… never reside
Christ’s divine mercy and salvation – so strong
His Holy Spirit strengthens - He guides
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting name!
Jesus, Thy faithfulness is constant!
To You we adore Thee, only Thee Alone
Our Father whom we run to or rant
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting name!
July 23, 2020 10.35am
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Inspired by my family’s favorite Christmas hymn where we also got my youngest brother’s name. When I was 18yrs-2oyrs old, I taught DVCS on summer to young people in our local Methodist Church. Aside from teaching the doctrine, I also taught them about the founders of Methodism, the Wesley brothers.
Delilah's sword hunts, with deadly blows bellows,
they conceal their intentions, and mask destruction with a kiss.
hides in ambuscades, to obstruct men of destiny
Oh Samson, why sacrifice a mission for a bawd ?
Delilah's oath is a lie, she tells ten thousand such.
Thy grief is her end, and thy destiny is her Prize
she is on assignment from the Prince of darkness.
Oh! Samson, do but see the end of her music.
Delilah's smiles are a bait, there are venom in those cheeks
a dastardly pit lies ahead, she is from the enemy's camp.
It is but the Carnival of thousand demons fused in a legion
Oh Samson! why toy with a gigantic dream, for a moment with a stranger?
Delilah's Den is a camp, the daggers are whizzing through the air
Your price is paid, the bargain is sealed to make you an enemy of the cross
Ah priceless soul, can't you see? They seek to turn you from The Way
Oh! Samson, be the Joseph and speed away with you feet.
Delilah's Trophy is thy eyes, plunged out from their sockets
Let Proverb 2;19 state it better, the loss is grievous
If mercy abandon thee to this fall
Oh Samson! thou shall surely grind at the Mill
Thou art God's Gift: thou wert born by HIS Grace,
He hath been with thee while growing in life,
Though thou walked thro' thorns and spikes, He hath been with thee.
Thou wert a tiny-tot when entered a play school,
Thou uttered alphabet and numbers, and were taught rhymes,
Thou hadst slept in thy tiny snug couch,
Thy eyelids winked that pronounced infantile babblings.
Thou entered class One and learnt child-like language,
God in Christ JESUS showed a ladder unto thee to soar high,
Each step thou climbed up hath been fruitful,
Thou learnt God’s Grace while soaring high.
Having reached the milestone of school learning, thou prayed unto HIM with Thanksgiving.
Thou stepped onto the milestone of college learning for Biotechnology,
Thy travel for four years taught thee what life is,
Thy efforts begot fruit to soar high above,
And He hath lifted thee high above the pedestal of life,
And yet thou hast to grow in His Plan and glorify Him.
Now thou art crowned with B.Tech.graduate degree,
And it's His design in thy life on earth and cross more milestones.
Thou will step up the ladder with His Guidance only to glorify Him.
And it's every good soul's prayer unto HIM.
NATURE'S CALL: MAKE ME THY
GIRLFRIEND
O ! mighty handsome man
Make me thy girlfriend.
No movie , no shopping ,
Neither debate nor demand .
Special ones has special needs
Lost if you didn't fulfill her needs.
Took me as golden chance,
Most beautiful in all your charms.
The time always passed
But my beauty never passed.
The most modern in this world
No one can dress up as me in world.
Countless colourful dresses at every wake up
All seasons work day and night to my make up.
Taste my blessings: very sweet
Pleasant home for your's sweet.
My robe will make you happy
I shall be young with Chastity
Don't cut me down, my friend
I will save you from the end.
My breaths give you Life
My streams quench your thrust
Countless lives dwell in me
So don't quit for sake, you and me.
I fear our next encounter;
haunted by your sight.
Your presence penetrates my heart like a knife.
Your not a man but an intruder,
forcing your way, judge and juror.
Hand down your penalty, much we must take.
Abrasions, contusions, are your biggest mistake.
Hugs and kisses, only come from jerks,
"I LOVE YOU - I'M SORRY",
your BANDAIDS don't work.
Brute force.
Torn at the seams.
Dare to move.
Dare to scream.
Noise not permitted,
take it, be silent.
Withhold your tears in his judgement.
Is there a thin line between DISLIKE and HATE?
Can you define where one begins and the other one waits?
Cast thy stones, cast thy stones,
Come ye one and all.
For ne’er were truer words than these:
“Pride cometh before the fall.”
Come ye saints, come ye church,
Let this be our creed:
“Despite the beams within our eyes,
This worn world was born to bleed.”
Come ye thieves, come ye whores,
Cast them if you may.
A martyr was I called to be,
So do so both brisk and gay.
What is sloth? What is greed?
All is vanity.
Have mercy priest and holy bride,
For sanity is my plea.
Take great heed, fellow saints!
For this is my creed:
“Forsake all pride and vanity,
Lest my cast stones make you bleed.”
I ask for nothing
But praise You for the multitude of Graces
That You have bestowed upon me
I lack for nothing
For I am saved in Your Divine Gift of Salvation
Just in knowing Your Great Suffering for me
Of your intricate detail as you placed me in the womb
A Love so great no servant could ever even begin to fathom
And in knowing this through such Grace to be true
I see not the need nor the reason to complain
But I do
And I do it often and I do it loud
And every time I say I won't
I do
And then I see You standing by my side
How many times must I again fall
Till Thy heart completely cradles my own
My house having so few windows left
My path so crooked at times
And yet You love me
Shames and insecurities
they made a game of
siring the
generations of the world
The flaw in creation
where the need
to complicate is seen
as intriguing
Which the body of the wife
is not her's alone
neither is the body of the husband
then him stagnated shall be horned
a fault in his thought pattern
she stood to hear him
defame her by using
historical references to
describe women of a loose natu
she frowned then to curse him
feeble
making references
to his lack of concern for her
and the equivalent of either is
negative to both
that they are in verse
of the union of marriage or
in verse to the coupling
of people
Belting , breathing strong
allowing the air to move through you
making it clear and harmonious
yet they wish to lack concern in
there constant need for
others to interfere in there relationship
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A brave Man and Woman stood before milion to
ask for donations
to support the church of the Cuckolder's
they hired a Band and Orchestra and
got television time on four networks..
One woman was hear saying:
"when I saw; Twigg Whogah in the front
row I knew that
both Cuckolding and Cuckqueanry were a right on
discussion!"
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