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King Nebuchadnezzar ordered people to worship a statue that was ninety feet high.
But when three good men refused to worship it, the king condemned them to die.
Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego refused to worship an idol even though the punishment was stern.
The king had them thrown into a furnace but Jehovah God sent an angel and they didn't burn.
Those three men said that they would only worship The Lord.
And being protected from a fiery death was their reward.
Nebuchadnezzar was amazed when they weren't consumed by the fire.
Those three good men survived a fate that would have usually been dire.
Jehovah proved himself to be the true God who has might.
He protected his three loyal servants for doing what was right.
A faith that overcomes all things
what price is that faith’s value?
indeed a faith that moves mountains
such a prize thus a golden brew
If you had a pot full of glistening gold
for the trials of life coming your way
it simply would only grow all the less
pulling your heart whatever you say
Faith is your real requirement
for it will prosper as it grows
which comes by facing afflictions
head on not flinching so it goes
Established being set right in it’s place
so faith increases through much afflictions
giving a power to move on in strength
as it meets hardships despite restrictions
So treasure your faith more and more
even gold doesn’t come near compare
so point your faith on God alone
abiding in Him your constant prayer
(‘Gold does not increase through trial by fire, it grows less, but faith is established and multiplied by the afflictions it meets with’ . - Matthew Henry (1662-1714))
Every moment is a potion mixing
in the adjoinisent wave.
Where possibility falls like raindrops,
leaving you with the wonder of knowing;
how things are to be, how it is to behave.
Do you remember a time the warm summer air
gave birth to hatchlings that cloud-bursted
into your makeshift oasis?
By the Sea a Pool or a Pond, River,
Lake or Stream.
Born out of the blue, streaking
and skinny dipping back in, like a fiend.
R-Will-searching for love's Strombolient Cave,
rippled in urging,- execution of means and way.
Bursting anew into a heat seeking ring;
a resurging the repurposing of will
and union and new beginning from that day.
A whispered hint, a sneak peek from one
that has a hard time keeping a secret.
I must say!
Condensation passes from Her dripping maw,
savors, in understanding,
favors our barrage of desires,
with flavors grinning long.
Possibility indeed falls like raindrops,
bursting wet and pure.
Standing at our precipice,
rapping at our gate,
demuir
circumstances courting you in a belly-dance,
around that trial by fire, pregnant with fertility,
forged by the desire of our contemplate, inspired nativity.
Mystery's lungs breathe in perfect timing.
The sigh, heard as an inaudible
bracelet rattle, singing, opining.
Skipping, smirking, teasing and tattling.
Mother Love in Love in the distance you can hear the humming feminine prattle.
Peddling, a dance of pounces onto bare footing,
for riding atop of and settling, saddling.
in happiness's tantric trance.
Gaia roundabout,
Straddling.
Fairied in a Feminine dream.
Ferried by empathy.
Stitching stitchlings into
hand-maidens and hand-maidens
into the fabrics seams.
Seems as if the Familiar lips,
the atmospheres sway of hips; adept
the sensor censer of Holy Smoke equipped
with Angelic Sound, an anonomous kiss,
above Consecrated Ground is not at all
remiss.
I must apologize for the events that will transpire
When simply using my words is a trial by fire
With only seconds to act, I acted in haste
And with every second gone, several nights have gone to waste
I’m being forced to improve and I’m only falling back
For courage and resistance are among others I lack
Remaining to fight will injure us two
I’m not a murderer; I don’t want to hurt you
Completely necessary evil for the greater good?
Pave my road to Hell, as my intentions should
Lead me on a path I know so well.
Branch to the future or march on towards Hell.
I offer condolences to soothe the wound
Only asking you to stay tuned.
As I flounder and thrash towards the light
I can only hope that I am indeed right.
A thunder-clap, the storms approach
Each eerie revelation
No hope for man
Nor none for 'roach
A prophetic annihilation
The World awaits, a harrowed end
Apocalyptic measures
Mans soul, it hangs
Tentative, it bends
Ensnared, in its false treasures
The evening veil of darkness
Accomplice, to the Moon
Covers up its naked secret
A portent clear
A harbinger of doom
His end, long in the making
A teardrop in the Ocean
Damned eternal
He waits there, shaking
Unsaved, in his devotion
Arch-Angels, weep eternal
Both wings and hands are tied
The Wind it cuts
The Rain can never
Wash clear Infernal ties
Faith, leaves you , at the Alter
Tattooed, in your own shame
In Times of War
In Trial by Fire
Death, calls you by your name
A Tribute to Edgar Allen Poe...
Roads of gold and gates of pearl are thoughts solidified, finding resting place here,
having been purified, first, in a trial by fire-
in the bulwarked organ
of love's pineal desire.
Here.
Hyssop, Catmint and Cinnamomum share
her spirit animal, with makeshift technicality,
borrowed by her scent of purity.
The pervasiveness
of jasmine in the air in ulterior beguilement
the enstylement of my drive.
You are a banshee on the side of deserted highway,
a shiver of creep peaking near as I take a leak there.
A light orbing the mountains
and darting into the sea.
A 4D shadow cast upon 3D tolemetry of space and
time and think.
Was your curtsey before God pleasing?
Your arguments for my torment convincing?
An Elemental in a ballet of playthings.
O Ballerina of Love's rhetorical spectre,
boomerings-like crowns wearing.
Dancing in shadows, whispering in the night,
You ignite a fire, called daylight,
to show your darings.
But your love is fleeting,
a melancholic melody, of eel.
Leaving my heart in perpetual reverie,
I yearn for your touch, your tender embrace of feel.
Every graceful sway, every delicate step,
a conjugal congeal,
captures the essence of a love deep
at my core deficiency appeals.
In twirling pirouettes, passion's heart is kept,
and in arabesques, emotions start
to weep whispers as I sleep in Elysian fields
of milkweed and lobelia and nightshade,
chin on window cill.
Mesmerized by the Amber waves of your influence,
One hundred percent times two in-stilled.
There are times that can test and can try a man's soul
When his mettle's subjected to hot burning coals
And his heart's in his throat and his tongue's all a-tremble
A time to speak truth, not to lie or dissemble
When the spotlight is aiming its ray gun at you
Darts and daggers blazing and blasting on through
Your protective armor so flimsy and weak
Flames howl at you and your answers that reek ...
Now the fires barely flicker, their embers worn down
The arena is spent; it's the dark side of town
You've been tested and tried and found sorely lacking
Duplicity's unmasking ~ jackals' gallery a-clacking
The new education system
In truth it’s meant to twist ‘em
Into something that
A child ain’t meant to be
It steals their precious playtime
Corrupts their daily timeline
It heralds a New World Order
Insidiously
It takes more, than just one man
In their evil global plan
To change the hearts
And minds of every nation
Go steal their freedom surely
Go get them nice and early
Warm their hearts with
Your home-grown indoctrination
Must we first lose our Jesus Christ
For to herald their new Zeitgeist
By the tearing down
Of each religious border
When the zeitgeist that is prevalent
Is intent on being malevolent
Then firstly friend
Comes chaos out of order
The church it changes readily
A Dove becomes a Vulture
A wolf within sheeps clothing
Finds an ease, in changing culture
Evolved from one-time pagan ways
Our celebrated Holy Days
Iniquitous intent
About to rupture
The Babylonian Talmud
Infused the Sons of Noah
In righteousness find wickedness
From the Qur’an to the Torah
Fraternities and brotherhoods
And secretive societies
Beheadings, drownings, trial by fire
Faiths forced, within their pieties
Gods world, bent to their intention
Bush, signs in Laws of Noahide
Martial Law on the horizon
Stones of Georgia, genocide
A New World Order looms
No empathy nor pathos
One World Religion emanates
An Order out of Chaos
Love is cruel, a heartless game
A punishment for minds unwell, a flame
That burns with fervor, yet brings despair
A bittersweet reminder of love's cruel snare
It taunts and teases, a merciless delight
A rollercoaster of emotions, day and night
It lifts us high, only to let us fall
A never-ending cycle, beyond recall
Love is cruel, a test of will
A trial by fire, that only the strongest still
Can endure the pain, the heartache and woe
And emerge scarred, yet wiser, with a heart that glows
But still we seek it, this cruel mistress true
For in her arms, we find a love anew
A love that's fierce, yet fleeting as the wind
A love that's cruel, yet oh, so hard to leave behind
So let us embrace this cruel love we share
And cherish every moment, though it's hard to bear
For in its depths, we'll find a strange, perverse peace
A love that's cruel, yet forever will release.
Know thyself, and all thy ways,
Every path, your nights and days,
For truth resides where shadows creep,
In silent depths where secrets sleep.
Know the face beneath the skin,
The quiet pulse, the storm within,
In mirrored glass the soul does stare,
To weigh its love, to lay it bare.
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Love is the quiet ember flame,
Whispering gently your sacred name,
It lingers softly, it does not part,
It makes a home within the heart.
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Does your love hurt as much as mine?
It bleeds in rhythm, it breaks in time,
It aches in silence, it screams in prayer,
It shatters worlds beyond repair.
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Reckless love, it burns, it flies,
It scars the earth, it splits the skies,
It does not bend, it does not wait,
It rides the storm and courts its fate.
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Beneath the willow’s secret song,
I held the truth I sought so long,
The soul’s bright fire will always climb,
Beyond the chains of death and time.
The storm within me learns to rest,
The trial by fire becomes a test,
From broken earth the rivers start,
And wisdom pours into my heart.
I walked through shadow, I walked through flame,
And each new wound became my name,
A lion’s roar, a serpent’s call,
The chaos mother born of all.
Though worlds may falter, stars may fall,
The voice of love still conquers all,
And I, who held both sword and dove,
Am bound forever to reckless love.
A hand in a stream holds water all day,
Butt cupped and limited soon slips away,
The tree bears fruit and it pleads to be eaten,
Not to be taken and money beaten,
Your property is theft it's theft from yourself,
It gives away your inner wealth,
Time doth pass that's all time does,
Past and future, fiction stuff.