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Fear Not For Behold I Bring Tidings of Great Joy

In this time the cloth is unwoven, the threads laid bare.   
Most of the dung removed, cleared, given no fare.
Massive steel plates hold back the uninvited from boarding the train.
Going and coming returning from far, how special the precious Saved Ones are!
Not as many by count, as expected to be, go only the accepted glorified in He. 
The One by name Jesus Christ is He, by birth our Savior, God’s only Son.
The rapture has started transformation begun!  
“Multitudes Missing” is what is said both of the living and of the dead.
Glory shone at the uniting above as Jesus ascended taking the Throne.
Angels and Saints at the table were there, celebrating the beginning 
As promised by some, in the Book it is written the time has come. 

To those uninvited still sinning below Tribulation unending they endure
Because death is not given for the unforgiven there is no cure.
Now that The Holy Spirit is gone replaced by the unholy one.
Three and one half years his reign will be before his anointment as 
King of the land, then after another one half and three
From his throne he gathers his forces to make his stand.  
In Jerusalem, after the Temple’s complete, is the place Armageddon has come. 
Many the forces pressing the land foul and dirty sinners are they.
Angels from above sweet music they play, as their swords slash, many they slay.
The rest are all gathered sorted like sheep the wicked on the left and thrown into the deep
Where welcomed by him unholy for sure cured not forever burning in hell.

Be it certain, known for sure, Jesus has returned all hail the King.
For a thousand years he will reign all living forever no sickness or pain.
He is my God the only pure one born of a mortal, Spirit raised, God’s Son.
On the cross our sin debt He paid glory forever so easily gained
Not by good works impossible to do only in accepting as Savior, our Lord, King.
In living and doing such a small little thing why do so many risk certain despair?
Is it that we tangled in our lives, mundane as they are, have little care
For those less willing the truth to be know spread the message they must be shown!
Think now of forever the price they bear become an ambassador in Jesus’ name!
Hot is the pit with its flame burning bright engulfing a loved one what a terrible sight.
The time is at hand the cloth becoming bare; Jesus is the answer show you dare.
© Rick Magee  Create an image from this poem.


The Ultimate Makeover

A woman one day had a total makeover 
she completely altered her body and face
But only one week after all the surgery she had 
she found herself standing before God's pearly gates
She said Lord, "what's going on around here 
You told me I had twenty more years?"
The Lord replied," I didn't even recognize you 
and that could be the reason why you are now here"

What is the ultimate makeover? What is it that we feel we must change?
What are we really reaching for? What do we hope to attain?
Botox injections, breast augmentations, changes that require a surgical team
We sometimes take an extreme approach to obtain the  American dream
Pimped out, tricked out the ultimate fantasy car
But without God in your life you won't get very far
The ultimate makeover what you really need in your life
Is to accept as your Savior the Lord Jesus Christ

We all have a God shaped hole in our hearts that only He can fulfill
And no makeover of your fleshly self can completely satisfy that bill
To live your life to the fullest extent you must makeover your inner being
For your soul is the essence of who you are the core that God will be seeing
Neither bulking up nor becoming slim and trim will to God make much of a difference
It's the grace, peace and serenity inside you that will change your outward appearance

So confess that Jesus is your Lord and Savior
and believe His Father raised Him from the dead
For your faith in the Lord Christ should not occur only inside your head
It's not just the consciousness of your thoughts It's how your soul accepts God
So drink of the blood of the new covenant of Christ a makeover transforming your heart
For true belief involves your whole being it's not just cerebral and intellectual perceptions
It's the heart , mind and Spirit of God that should be your personal inceptions

The ultimate makeover the ultimate transformation
Will occur when you accept Jesus Christ's resurrection and salvation
So be recreated with a clean heart renewed and born again
the ultimate makeover that comes from within
But if you continue to hold sin in your heart there's not much that God can do
And you'll have a harder time finding forgivingness if your heart's not contrite and true
So ask the Lord for peace and grace and let the Holy Spirit inside you take over
Be revived, renewed and born again the ultimate Godly makeover
Form: ABC

Dancing With the Spirit Part 2

The Spirit of the Lord is not mentioned often in the Holy Scriptures 
But if you read the book of Acts you will get the full gospel picture 
Of the power of the Holy Spirit and what It can do
Of the power that God has and how it can delight in you

When you dance with the Spirit your priorities will be rearranged 
When you dance with the Spirit your whole outlook on life will change 
Understand that God desires to be in relationship with us totally 
God wants to be a part of our triumphs and our tragedies 
God wants us to dance with HIm in true harmony 
Cheek to cheek hand in hand is how God wants it to be 

Now when the Spirit comes its more than an emotional two step move 
When the Spirit comes it comes in a full transformal groove 
To touch our souls, to open our hearts and to strengthen our minds
The Spirit wants to dance with us in a manner most kind
The Spirit wants to move us out of our brokenness and our mess
The Spirit wants to call us out on those things we need to address 
To not be so concerned about what society has to say
To not be overwhelmed by life's circumstances as we journey on our way 
Now dancing with life, full of joy and spiritually purified 
Cleansed of those things that God sees as being  horrified 
Baptized by water and forged by the fire of spiritual transformation 
A new creation in Christ now housed on a new foundation 

Dancing with the Spirit jitterbugging with the Lord Christ 
Doing the spiritual salsa, the holy hustle and the tango for the rest of my life 
No longer will I define myself by my worst experience thus far
I'm now dancing with the Spirit no longer bitter nor faint of heart
Stepping out of the boat with courage and holiness abound
A new adjective before my name as the spirit in me has been found
No longer crackhead Sue but now Life Coach Susan
No longer drunken Joe but now Detective Joseph the man

Now dancing with the Spirit delivered from the adversary 
Full of godly power to fight against my enemies 
I'm dancing the merengue, the cha cha and the samba with the Holy Spirit 
I'm dancing the swing, the bolero and the mambo as I'm now with it
Dancing with the Spirit I'm doing the jive
Dancing with the Spirit and I'm feeling so alive 
Doing the gospel waltz, the holy hip-hop and the heavenly electric slide 
I'm dancing with the Holy Spirit cheek to cheek side by side
Form: Didactic

The Shedding of Our Skin

“The Shedding of our Skin” 
 
I am writing about the transition from lost now found, 
Darkness to light, one being into another, death to life, 
Old skin to new skin. 
Its like the rejuvenation of skin 
The restoring of flesh over flesh of an open wound 
And that does not happen all at once but over a duration of time. 
Little by little not specific, but unpredictable start to finish. 
My skin was tough, tough as leather 
It had to be broken in, sat and stomped on over time 
It was miss-used, abused 
Unappreciated, contaminated and unpurified with uncleanliness toxic substances, people, places and things. 
Miss-guided with ill desires and will 
But by grace my transformation had begun 
Before it was to late there was a death to life ending activated 
In my darkest space, In my mess 
The shedding of my skin had begun 
There was a shift in my ways my desires my walk and talk 
My mind and heart had started to align up with the whispers of Gods divine word. 
My old skin of the one-track roads, addictions, attitudes and desires. 
I no longer craved or desired 
My mouth was filled with affirming empowerment for myself and others. 
I was able to articulate the things I felt, thought, wanted, and needed, liked and disliked. 
Speaking fluent in the moments with no more hesitation or reluctancy holding my words or fear. 
I am shedding my broken past of my childhood strongholds and obstacles. 
Letting go of my resentments and anything that has kept me in chains. 
I’ve moved from complacency to contentment with a peace and understanding I cant explain. 
Compelled to be of service and good works with a drive of passion energy and love. 
I AM SHEDDING 
No longer stagnant in my engrafted past 
Now free and flying through the fog, trauma and strongholds that once hindered me and my growth in so many ways. 
Today my mind is renewed with thoughts and visions of life and light. 
My new skin enables me to persevere on in faith and hope. 
Trusting and dreaming of an abundant life sober and free 
To properly handle and face life gratefully 
Overcoming any of its obstacles that may come up against me 
I am shedding with new profound revelations and abilities 
My shedding has provided me with a variety of new talents and gifts. 
Something that my old skin would have never allowed.... 
Continuing to shed “The Shedding of my Skin”

Pleasant Spring Like Day January 12th, 2020

Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.

Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus

one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise

doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize

to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize

Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -

fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial

Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years

later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.

Decreased dissension 
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party 
blessedly to administrate

hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series

of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,

and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.


Premium Member A Normal Stranger


Strangely, the world – strange
Has transformed from graceful,
With stardust laughing across the plains,
Sunlight silences the darkness, the night
Falling beneath the shadows of light…

As I lift my eyes to see the alterations,
Changes that speak to my spirit,
Stirring up the silence, lifting the ability
To reach out in anticipation, for the wonders
The amazing – bravely coloring the earth
In spectacular shades of joy so worthy

Fluctuating between silence and sound,
The inspirations imagine a softness, gentling
Hearts, trembling through the spirit in waves
Passing through the seas of memory, the past
Warms my faith and reminds me to listen
To the abiding truth, the ancient – forgotten
Among the memories of my youth, my life…

Before the new – before I knew paved roads,
Skyscrapers – cars who break through my dreams,
Singing of places I’d never imagined or believed
I might see – because in my past, where I lived when
There were horses everywhere, dusty roads, 
Fighting with swords and fists, never expecting
The police to carry away the problems in shackles

Yonder, where there once stood a barn – a fence
A cow and a sheep, the horses in the pasture…
There stands a building, a sidewalk or some car
And, everywhere I look… there are people checking
The little boxes they’re carrying, taking chances
Never looking beyond their hands where the mysterious
Little boxes appear to be the reasons for their attentions
To be drawn away from others, into the mightier lands…

The lands of mobile dreams, ideas that seem to bleed
Through the impossible cells where they believe
Others can read all their feelings, their thoughts, their
Opinions… alive inside the little boxes they carry everywhere,
Revealing the wonders of the future that has come to us,
The ones who once knew freedom in living with the natural world
And, finally, discovered – here in the present, a life that will

Silence the past with its slow moving theories, lighting today
With the stars, twinkling in a sky that still has not changed
Despite the transformation of the entire earth, - the natural
World erases every doubt, each cloud, that dims the candle
Lighting up the past’s memoirs of what once was so normal






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Premium Member The Lord Be Thanked For Our Revival

The Lord be thanked for our revival* by His compassion of loving kindness 
Indeed forgiving our confessed iniquities as well as our sinfulness
Since He sanctifies us to walk along paths of righteousness
And guards us from human nature’s tempting weakness.

The Lord ensures our revival for us to stay strong in His triumphant might
Indeed smiting our vain arrogance to yield to His sovereignty’s height
Since He reproves our disobedience so we strive to do what’s right
And upholds us in walking by faith along His light.

The Lord listens to our pleas for revival, making us truly Spirit-filled
Indeed hearing our supplications that causes us to be soul-stilled
Since He deals with us, correcting our being self-willed
And teaches us to submit to Him, blessedly-thrilled.

The Lord grants revival toward zealous kingdom advancement
Indeed working in our spirituality by His empowerment
Since He saved us from hell’s grievous endangerment
And granted us life eternal with grace-endowment.

The Lord enables our revival toward sharing Gospel story
Indeed reminding us to love whom He loves for His great glory
Since He leads us through His Word toward sure victory
And moves us to abide in His will’s perfect territory.

The Lord propels our revival to fulfill the Great Commission without delay
Indeed helping us bring the lost to the Saviour -  the truth, life, and way 
Since He wants us to become enthusiastic soulwinners as we do pray
And keeps us involved in church ministries while in His will we stay. 

The Lord sustains our revival-joy by His constant admonition and instruction
Indeed perfecting us toward Christlikeness along character-transformation
Since He delights in our glad worship midst faithful stewardship-function  
And cheers us in our good works’ perseverance for His exaltation. 

*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.


October 31, 2021
For the culmination of the 31 days of Revival Worship Services
from October 1 to 31, 2021 - enabled by the great God Almighty - hosted by
the Christian Bible Baptist Church, City of San Pedro, Laguna, Philippines
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Spiritual Fire

(This is only my opinion, only written to promote calm discussion or debate.  I know nothing, am not an expert on anything. If you are easily Religiously riled, spiritually offended, do not read this. Period.)

The Devil is smart, subtle; he can control one without the controlled being remotely aware.  He can appear beautiful and angelic like, surrounded by dazzling light.  He is content with making some simply complacent, not believing in his existence.  Complacency means that you will not consciously, prayerfully battle negative influences in the world.  He doesn’t need a lot of active foot soldiers. He can make you financially secure, a weekend content church goer, as he does many, when it prevents you from deeper scrutiny and higher spiritual growth.  Complacency helps him indirectly perpetuate evil influence in the world.  Pop Culture: meditation is good...but meditation should not be approached and practiced as a touchy-feelgood, New-age fad.  Without knowledgeable instructional understanding of mind, body, and spirit, meditation can lead to demonic possession.  When one puts his mind and body into trance, if not protected properly, if not first being in the presence of God (the importance of understanding shallow meditation  vs deeper meditation~ Omnipresence) one opens himself up to demonic possession.  Possessed often do not know it. It’s very seldom like the movies.  Psychic powers, psychic centers of the Cosmic Form, should not be stimulated unless one is totally prepared to become a priest of God, totally committed to selfless service of humanity 24/7.  One should not mess with Mysticism as though it were another hobby, or simply an occasional pastime. Two scoop day or one.  Subjects like Kundalini, spiritual fire for purification and transformation, should not be attempted without proper groundwork, without spiritual training – dedication involving total, complete surrender to Christ Principal (Son of God), otherwise it is tantamount to giving a 4 year old a loaded gun to play with.  Am I suggesting then, that one should not Meditate? Absolutely not.  And everyone starts as a novice.  Psalm 19 verse 14: Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.” All meditation, whether done by novice or otherwise, should begin and end in God’s presence.
© Joe Dimino  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

Tribes Man

I’m a tribes man born and raised,
Please don't tell me how to spend my days! 
Coming in with your western views,
Don't Because that's not the life I choose. 

I'm a man I was raised to hunt, 
But your killing my culture to be blunt. 
Taking the animals away from us, 
Trying to make our lives adjust. 
To be more like you, 
Can't you see we don't want to!
I know you think it's wrong what we do, 
But to be fair it's not up to you! 
You're coming on to my land,
Taking what you want can,
Don't you see the effects it has on my clan! 
You're leaving us with nothing to do, 
So you think we should bow down to you!
Take the jobs you've created, 
With our land which you've updated! 
Which basically means you turned into a tourist trap, 
Selling us with the gift wrap!
We've turned into circus men, 
People paying to see us as and when!
You telling us to perform our traditions, 
In order to get commission,
We no longer do it for us, 
We do it for the shuttle bus!
Can't you see, 
You're the one who did this to me? 

You're the one that's turned my clan to alcohol,
You're the one that's turned my clan to money, 
You're the one whose destroyed our traditions, 
You're the ones who've destroyed our visions. 

Why can't you see that your not superior, 
We're not inferior,
We're just different from you, 
And taking that away from us is not up to you. 
We don't want to be the same as the rest of the world, please try and not making us unfurl. 

I cant speak for everyone as we see westerners as rich, 
Many people would love to switch!
Have food on the table and water at their beck and call, 
But those people they don't speak for us all. 

Why don't you ask us what we desire, 
Instead of changing us and giving us what you think we require. 
You're not us, you've never actually lived like us,
So how do you know what works for us and what needs to adjust? 
Lack of communication and lack of consideration, too much dictation and not enough beneficial donation, which would form the foundation, we would get to keep our location with a bit of negotiation and less adaptation equals less agitation. Maybe we need some more education and sanitation but with our invitation , and your observation by living in this  population we can come to transformation that suits everyone and we will be a happy African nation!
Form: Rhyme

Beams of Dreams

I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation

Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears

These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.

Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.

Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation 
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams 
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections 
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage 
As a privilege
For everyone in my village

Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow

What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation 
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.

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