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God invites everyone to go to heaven!
Such is His desire, design and delight
along with His offered compassion
marked with grace, mercy, peace and forgiveness
packed in His gift of eternal life.
The Bible declares in John 3:16:
"For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life."
God welcomes each one to His heavenly abode!
This is made possible by faith in the Saviour Jesus Christ
Who paid the price for such entrance
through His precious sacrifice: His death on the cross.
According to the Scriptures which I fully believe
“To be absent from the body
is to be present with the Lord…”*
The soul enters heaven after earthly breath ceases
separating from the mortal body
to dwell with God in heaven forever.
Since faith in the Saviour matters most
I then must put my trust in Jesus Christ
“The way, the truth, the life…
fully relying on His assertion that
“No man cometh unto the Father, but by me…”**
Having known that God by His love
already opened heaven’s doors to sinners like me
I did never miss the opportunity
of accepting His gift of eternal life***
for life everlasting means heavenly citizenship.
Now, I’m assured of secured fellowship with the Almighty
as my blessed soul is ready to enter heaven
when He calls me to live in the mansion
the Saviour prepared there in His Father’s house****
for all those who believe in Him.
That is what I testify triumphantly
through Gospel declaration of hopeful bliss
toward freedom from transgression-bondage
‘til eternity in heaven, even beyond forever.
*2Corinthians 5:8 We are confident,… and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.
**John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
***Romans 6:23 … The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
**** John 14: 1-2 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if [it were] not [so], I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
February 3, 2023
2nd place, "How Does The Soul Enter Heaven?" Poem Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 2/4/2023.
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
You pushed me to drink the love potion (for many years)
You let me go and I was rolling away in the death cart
Now, I’m hearing the echoes of commotion (in my ears)
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery?
The scent of death – I smell the odor seeping out of your mouth…
I cover my nose…I’m feeling down, sucking up my emotional debris
I am not a coward and I am not scared of you – you made me love you
I’m through with you…I gave up on you – you made me weep tears of rue
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
I’d like to know why you do the things you do
I understand addiction – I’ve been through it too
I’d like to say before I depart from your arms
I will not…I will not…fall victim to your charms
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart…
Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery?
You broke my young heart apart…take heart…
The scent of death – I smell the odor seeping out of your mouth…
I cover my nose…I’m feeling down, sucking up my emotional debris
Do you even see the tears rolling out of my eyes?
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
You really think that I’m a weakling? Didn’t you see my triumphantly soar?
(I don’t feel sorry for you…you attention whore – why were you the one I
adore?)
I am not a coward and I am not scared of you – you made me love you
I know my heart is breaking bit by bit, but I’m stronger that I was before
(I’m not sore anymore – I don’t love you anymore…you hurt me to the core,
but I opened a new door)
I’m through with you…I gave up on you – you made me weep tears of rue
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Why am I so indecisive? I should’ve dropped you in the nearest trash bin
long ago
But I’ll forget and forgive the past and heal my brokenhearted soul – I’ll pull
out the bad tooth
WHY AM SO FOOLISHLY IN LOVE WITH YOU? I don’t even know where the
wicked wind do blow
But, I know for a fact that you’ll never meet me eye to eye and tell me the
truth
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
I heard from PrimeAryan DT
that socialism kills nations.
I thought it was fascist totalitarianism
that killed nations,
the lack of democratic social intelligence,
social investment,
non-violent communication,
restorative,
therapeutic
win/win social justice.
My grandparents,
at least on my mother's side,
who seemed ancient and fragile to me,
often opined,
"When you lose your health,
you love everything."
I don't know if they literally meant everything:
your faith,
your active hope,
your love,
your integrity,
your egocentric voice,
your hate,
fear,
anger,
obsessive-compulsive wealth,
despair,
cynicism,
narcissism,
xenophobia.
Probably they meant only everything good,
all things social,
Beauty fading into inconsequential,
Truth into lack of significant meaning,
Life into absence of future purpose.
I was young and apparently immortal
and could not hear their wiser warning.
Now older,
I find I have little more to add
to health's imperative
standard for resilient Wealth:
much older and more integral,
historically and multiculturally deeper
than money,
or even humanity;
older, even, than verbal communication
about healthy v pathological social-system experience.
So, why isn't this same observation
first on the list of every political party's platform,
every faith community's regenerative mission statement?
If we lose our democratic win/win social health,
we've lost our greatest wealth.
If we optimize
our actively co-invested trust
in global interdependent health,
we regain our most resilient dreams
of cooperatively-owned wealth,
communal peace
served up with personal integrity.
"Make America Great Again"
whether triumphantly declared as "mission accomplished"
or somewhat more humble,
errs in dreaming way too small
When we could more robustly
courageously
compassionately choose
"Make Earth Healthy Again"
Which would, of course,
also make America wealthy
in all the democratic social positives,
and none of the aristocratic anti-social negatives
again?
I guess sometimes healthy restorative justice
is more like exploratory win/win polycultural justice,
more pro-social green peace meadows
than elitist
monocultural
grab and crab grass.
Inevitable; that's me, simply called discouragement...
Oppressive is my nature; you should be warned
I attack everyone; yet I'm exempting you:
Yes, you who are now despondent, broken-hearted
Frustrated, and about to quit!
Are you aware of my presence?
Can you hear my mocking, taunting reproach???
I'm challenging you, dear believer of God...
You who have been testifying of your steadfast faith
To face me; and prevail over my misery-grants!
Oh, come on... rise up and meet me!!!
Where's your courage? I see no valiant spirit...
Just sighing in despair, murmur of complaints
Loser, I leave you, wallowing in your guilt
I'll trample you midst pity-party sessions.
~~~~~~~
Do I hear you praying unto the Lord?
May I congratulate you then...
You're now moving toward championship
Actually, smiting me is never impossible
Vanquishing me is easy when you trust in God.
Since you're stirred-up* and fired-up against me
Place yourself in the right position to thank your Creator
A heart of gratitude blocks my entrance I confess...
Did you get me! Is manifesting thanksgiving difficult?
Sure it is if you remain to be selfish, arrogant, discontented.
With worshipful heart, keep cheering yourself
Remember David** in the Scriptures who encouraged himself?
Well, you should; thus, abide in the infallible Word of God
Thru that, you'll be enabled, empowered, emboldened
Ready to exalt God, and to minister to others with love.
Unbeatable!!! Yes, that's you, child of God whom He upholds
That's you, soldier of the Lord whom He guards
Indeed, that's you seeking Him with His grace
Sure, that's you humbly yielding to His power
Fighting me, discouragement, with the Sword of the Spirit triumphantly.
*2Timothy 1:6-7 Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
**1Samuel 30:6 And David was greatly distressed;...but David encouraged himself in the LORD his God.
February 23, 2019
Edited on March 27, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND 1097" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/27/2022.
Origami
Sitting quietly chatting sipping
fragrant coffee steaming.
Mind eyes mind's eye, all independently wandering
'let slip' reins dangling.
Peace, as they individually pursue
their individual endings.
Activity, a quorum and a ladder
gather them together,
a 'sale' sign erected in a bookshop window.
Initially eyes observe a dim and watery reflection,
then through glass in feature place
big block letters hold sway,
blue and bold they say,
in a chunky, awkward way,
“ORIGAMI”
Prompted by irony wryness emerges
and as the chosen foreman
collars and kicks thought into gear.
Now, eyes mind and mind's eye
harnessed again do process
the title which represents so much
then the image under the letters.
A space shuttle! In colour in flight,
all in folded paper.
with what do I associate
the pursuit that's here engendered
by word so blue and bold,
in chunky blocks presented?
convey the serene
emulate peace and beauty
quest for perfection
sparse and delicate
nature peeks from artistry
structure and balance
patient creation
thought and silence, reflection
meditation, poise
expressing oneness
shown in harmonious folds
homage and respect
So where lies irony which prompted wryness to action?
A matter of perspective pure for
the thing in living colour flight,
proud beneath the title
sends my thoughts off wandering
down roads altogether different
to quiet contemplation
a space shuttle is excitement!
Noise smoke and fire, risk!
technology subduing nature.
The very atoms screaming, harnessed
in destructive chemical reaction,
to force a cargo up and away
past enveloping atmosphere and gravity,
the protective embrace
of good old mother earth.
Man stands astride the world,
over his conquered foes!
The fish and birds and living things
that move upon the ground.
Apparatus held aloft and waved
science triumphantly brandished!
Gleaming instruments the anathema to
the pollution which has spawned them.
on the cover behind the glass
beneath the sale sign,
Eastern and Western approaches both,
eagerly presented defined,
a polyglutenous combination
of idea-medium-form,
designed to render artistic thought
mere technical reality.
©T.Arnold
There is no denying this feeling,
Butterflies fluttering with dread inside.
The melancholy sound of the blind man cries,
Echoes like sorrows in the corners of pain,
Lamenting like a melody so full of angst,
The devil smiling triumphantly, perched on his shoulder.
Sorrows so deep,
Keeping me up at nights,
Searching desperately for an inkling of light,
Listening to Glenn Hughes to help me through the night.
Darkness envelops me in all its might.
When a blind man cries, you know without a doubt
It’s a cry of agony felt from the very depth of his soul.
The one that promised forever is now playing a different tune;
A new lover’s lips are being explored,
Sweet nothings prose-penned to expose
The deep emotions evoked with a certain look—
That’s all it took, no need for goodbyes.
Sorrows so deep,
Keeping me up at nights,
Searching desperately for an inkling of light,
Listening to Glenn Hughes to help me through the night.
Falling on my knees, begging for mercy,
Calling all angels to wipe these tears away,
Promising my earthly life and all that I have
For the return of your embrace.
Not caring, the blood escapes and trickles,
Cutting all ties as I cry along to “When a Blind Man Cries.”
Clutching my chest as the scream is muffled,
Enveloped in darkness, a sorrow so great—
No light within and no light without sight,
A distorted picture of a man in plight.
The danger is so real as he curls up broken.
Sorrows so deep,
Keeping me up at nights,
Searching desperately for an inkling of light,
Listening to Glenn Hughes to help me through the night.
Pulling him from the pit of misery,
His ears straining and feeling a flutter of hope,
As the record player is playing the last hurrah.
A blind man’s eyes still weep,
A blind man’s heart still feels.
He crawls over and gingerly drops another beat.
Sorrows so deep,
Keeping me up at nights,
Searching desperately for an inkling of light,
Listening to Glenn Hughes to help me through the night.
When a blind man cries,
He hears No Stranger to Love,
Released by Glenn Hughes in 1986.
No longer in darkness, the eyes now see.
Music and the legend behind the lyrics
Will always be there when the blind man cries.
12/20/21
Ten hut!
Can't let up
Even though, it can get messed up
Really F'd up
Do not get fed up
Keep your head up
Stay sharp, don't get set up
Careful where a disagreement ends up
Heads up!
Many fast to wet up
From the legs up
To the neck up
Bleeding out a color similar to Ketchup
The proof was there or quickly got swept up
Prices continually went up
Falling behind, because you never kept up
Get your bread up
Often in life you'll have to step up
Sped up
Engines revved up
Couldn't let it go, so they dredge up
Old news they spoke and penned up
But I did my homework and read up
So you're about to get shred up
You'll never surface, even after a check up
Kept mine, others went against their own word
Too late to sojourn
At the point of no return
Due to a slow burn
Often went through the wringer
You'd think I've been on Jerry Springer
She wants the whole world and a gem on her finger
Meanwhile around the corner death always lingers
Hit them with another zinger
Hook, line and sinker
As I continue to tinker
Ya'll can be some stinkers
I always put on a blinker
Soon to give up being a daily drinker
Becoming a complex thinker
Avoiding any gold diggers
Feeling vigor
It's time I'm onto something bigger
Don't need to reconsider
Even though many are quick to pull the trigger
People continuing to bicker
Remaining bitter
Known as a fibber
Caught up on twitter
It's been pleasant or gotten sicker
Going well or down the s***ter
Staying clean or full of litter
A whole nation hooked
Easily getting cooked
And forsook
They never caught on or looked
Strength, dedication and heart is what it took
Couldn't find it all from a book
Had to put each foot
Through miles of soot
By the end they were shook
Or tried to portray me as a crook
Not a big fan of dungarees
Getting tired of all this gluttony
Too much redundancy
And puppetry
Still living sucker-free
Yet another attempted to humble me
So I got the upper hand suddenly
Their soul the devil took custody
I continued on triumphantly
Cautious of who's around as company
She's just a tease
And he's such a sleaze
Try to touch my cheese
Then the trigger of a gun I squeeze
Doesn't matter if you run or freeze
When It Rains It Pours
Idiomatic sayings are such a delightful way of expressions,
The truth in them may sometimes stretch our imagination..
When it rains, it pours is one such expressive gem of wisdom..
When troubles in numbers mirror realism in a weather phenomenon..
Here in Bolehland widely hailed as a Land of Endless Possibilities...
Ernest concerted efforts are put in place to deny negative publicity...
Like minded politicians are staying resolute behind a highly ranked civil servant..
Whose exalted position demands he be above controversies as a public servant...
Electorates on the ground are increasingly befuddled and anguished each day..
As snippets of less than positive news and episodes are revealed each day...
It is widely accepted that the door of opportunity closes while another opens..
Likewise all tall tales of lies and deceit, numerous are the twists and turns...
Here in Bolehland, there is outright shock and disgust at the latest turn of events..
After months of in-depth investigative reports, no one could comprehend...
When the highest legal prosecution office in Bolehland triumphantly blared...
Despite the voluminous reports and papers, there was no crime to declare ....
The presumably guilty topmost civil servant was declared squeaky clean...
To top it all, he was so honorable as to have had returned millions unseen...
The gossip mill is rampant and unflattering over this latest seal of innocence..
More so when there are incoming news of global inquiry and investigations...
The court of public opinion is out there in the streets of Bolehland...
To the man in the street, he is seeing multiple acts of Houdini first hand...
But as the proverbial wisdom has so aptly been used when troubles abound...
When it rains, it pours, especially for someone in high office in Bolehland.....
To all interested, seat back and watch the melodrama as it unfolds by each day...
When it rains, it pours should hopefully reveal the elusive truth one fine day...
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-world-of-scandal-descends-on.html?ref=source
https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1
November 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 13-14
Key Verse – Romans 13:1 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ORDAINING POWER
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed showing that You are sovereign
Thank You for keeping me in Your goodness, away from vanity-terrain…
Here am I subjecting myself unto You without resistance-strain
Always rule over me along every work of my heart, body and brain.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed attending continually upon my soul
Thank You for keeping me in Your care, away from covetousness-pole…
Here am I rendering unto You my all, fully whole
Always help me prioritize You most as I fulfill my heavenly goal.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed loving me with Your compassion
Thank You for keeping me in Your care, away from carnality’s oppression…
Here am I praising You for Your granted salvation and commission
Always awaken me to behold Your light of divine vision.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed strengthening me against weakness
Thank You for keeping me in Your guidance, away from double-mindedness…
Here am I trusting You as my faith You increase with steadfastness
Always uphold me to withstand unbelief and doubtfulness.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed protecting me in my frailty
Thank You for keeping me in Your grace, away from uncertainty…
Here am I living for You, yielding to You- my supreme Authority
Always revive me so I can follow You with sincerity.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed constraining me to bow down to You humbly
Thank You for keeping me in Your right paths, away from wicked assembly…
Here am I striving to do well, rejoicing in You triumphantly
Always cleanse me to enable my holy walk daily.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed accepting my service-fervour
Thank You for keeping me in Your truth, away from deceitful endeavour…
Here am I following You for my stewardship’s approved savour
Always purify me toward my desire to gain Your sweet favour.
~My Bicycle~
Everybody had one - everyone but me...
Pedaling everywhere, laughing hysterically.
My brother had an idea; to the tip let us go,
You never know we may find some bits, and them we will show.
Digging in the tip, looking here and looking there,
First he found a frame and wheel, but of more bits we did despair.
Carrying our finds, a mouse-eaten seat, and one wheeled bike frame
We carried them triumphantly down the leafy wooded lane.
Where oh where to find a wheel, to build this marvelous machine?
It kept us pondering all day, as we scrubbed and made it clean.
The next day my prayers of the night, were answered and very soon
The old man who lived on the end knocked, and nearly made me swoon.
Standing there, a wheel in his hand, and mudguard over his shoulder
Declared he had seen us walk on by, and because he was that bit older.
He saw we wanted to build a bike, and of these parts we were short
He was the first gentleman I kissed, and thanked him as I was taught.
My dad had a tin of black paint, we found another of white;
We put the pieces together, it looked a bit of a fright.
One wheel was bigger than the other, the mud guard hung lopsided,
But we managed to make it look good, with love we had been guided.
I took my bike, my pride and joy, and sat on the mouse-eaten seat.
I then realised I couldn't ride it, when I lifted up my feet.
Through thick and thin and many a bruise, determined I was to learn
When oh joy, of joys, I won, but alas landed headfirst in the fern.
As I lay dazed a lump on my head, I saw a very strange sight,
Two legs standing over me, and a head blocking out the light.
The local bobby had seen my fall and come to rescue me;
"I really don't think it's safe to ride, on this black and white monstrosity."
My black and white bike of uneven wheels, lay there looking quite ill,
But I would not give up on it, and pushed it back up the hill.
Whooshing down, the wind in my hair, I felt exhilarated.
I passed the spot I last fell off, shut my eyes and kept my breath bated.
To try the brakes seemed a good idea, as round the corner I flew,
It was then I found that I had no brakes, so I had to use my shoe...