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I can not overcome
the problems of the world
but each person
can overcome
their own problems
You can teach
your children to hate
or you can teach
your children to love
you can build war
after war
or build city's
and playgrounds
you can argue
fight and bicker
or build smiles
love and trust
working together
saving together
you can build jobs
for your people
or watch as people
starve and die
you can create wars
create refugees
drive people
from their homes
or work together
to make a better life
you can teach
your children to hate
Americans
teach you children
to become bombs
use your children
as canon fodder
in a never ending war
or build a world
that loves peace
with jobs and hope
for everybody
one man can't
change the world
but each individual
can change themselves
Surrender all to the son
Unity three in one
Revel in his love
Redeemention from sin
Entrust our life in him
Nurtures us as we grow
Deliverance from our foe
Erase our past
Rejoice in his love that will last
1 Corinthians 6:20 ESV
For you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.
Psalm 13:5 ESV
But I have trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
Mark 4:11-12
And he said to them, “To you has been given the secret of the kingdom of God, but for those outside everything is in parables, so that “they may indeed see but not perceive, and may indeed hear but not understand, lest they should turn and be forgiven.”
Romans 8:28-29
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. Amen
one of my favourite songs is I surrender all by Lincoln Brewster
and take my life and let it be consecrated Lord to thee by Chris Tomiln.
As the Messiah has been birthed in me, and very soon the whole world will see.
That again as I trudge this the depths of Hell,that is plain for all to the eye,
Working through demonic strongholds,no man has endured before,battles beyond the sky. Destination is the core.
Kratos Ichus Epikazo Dunamis and Exousia levels are in me without measure,as I-go into the dark pit of everyone that has lived for the purpose of the cross to entice and result with treasure.
I AM led into the areas that is always new and surprising, from the poverty on the streets and the lowliness they endure, to the billionaires ignorance, a turn around I aim to bring.
I AM as an under cover Jesus, I live amongst the needy ( Phillipians 2.3-11). Towns and cities I have been rejected persecuted and hurt,uncovering the truth in people,especially the church,who think they are above,their lives very seedy.
Operating now in upper class London,is very painful indeed, constantly needing help as I tackle this type of breed. Mammon is their God,in and out of Church,the devil has them blind, I convict for them to search,and reevaluate their positions and look to what is ahead,eternity in heaven alternately Hell is were they’re being led. I suffer everything that is really so intense, it’s very very painful but my rewards are so immense.
A knowledge that my Fathers will is being performed directly in me. As it was with Jesus,all the whole world will see,that I AM the one chosen for such a task, to be awakened ( Zachariah 4-1) paving the way,love I only ask.
In the space of 3 months my pain hit new limits, Mam and Dad both passing. Crushed broken my
Comfort in Psalm 69,just to stay with it. All things work together for the good of God, my pains released to gains. Death being the finished work on the cross, I AM hoping this matching is the final pain and loss. Amen hallelujah.
Perfect world
By Michelle Morris
31/10/2022
In a perfect world
No one would need to feel hurt
But without any pain
Would we know what we're striving for?
We all believe we want peace
That we want our dreams to be attained
But most people don't have inner peace
And are confused about their aspirations
Peace seems so elusive
Because conflict is so rife
People lose focus about what matters
They get confused about wrong and right
Everyone wants a hero
But no one seems to step up to try
We could all be heroes
If we would be prepared to die
But what cause is worth dying for?
In a world where the sands keep shifting?
There's so much hidden in the shadows
That we don't know who is truly virtuous
We all have our fantasies about Utopia
What it would mean to live on a perfect sphere
But unless we had 8 billion worlds
Few people would agree on what perfection entails
On all sides of the planet people have beliefs
And they can sometimes seem contradictory
But ultimately people are seeking familiarity
A place to call home and a community
Pain makes us realise we are hurting
Feelings make us accept our humanity
We all belong to a greater source
In the Universe beyond our imagination
Maybe one day when we're all enlightened
When we've evolved beyond the limitations of ego and greed
We'll realise how perfect we could make it
If we would all work together as a team
We are all united as pure energy
Our souls are interconnected eternally
The Universe made us in perfection
We just have to realise it and make it real
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Soccer moms need gas each day
To move their vans along the way.
How can a jet leave contrail lines
Without the fuel to fly so high?
Little did the Ford man know
How fast the number of cars would grow.
750 million today
To double in 30 years they say.
This thirsty world requires a drink
350 million barrels per month, I think.
So when an oil spill makes us mad,
When oil stained beaches make us sad,
We shouldn't blame the companies
That try so hard to meet our needs.
Or curse our government and president,
When we see where the spilled oil went.
They'll work together best they can,
New laws and money to clean the sand.
New technology will be invented
To contain the leaks when they are vented.
If you look for whom to blame,
His name and yours may be the same.
History Repeats Itself
By Franklin Price
9/2/2017
History repeats itself, whenever we forget.
It may take a century, or maybe more, and yet,
It will most likely happen, if a person caused it then,
For humans in their nature, will try it once again.
Whether it worked then, or not, doesn't matter much
Ignorance of history, keeps such people out of touch.
If Pearl Harbor never happened, and the holocaust the same
Why should we pay attention to how others play the game
Strength always drives the tendencies of power hungry men
Let all the history be damned, let's try this once again
There's no one there to stop me, no one's watching out for me
They're comfortable with what they have, ignoring history that will be.
The U.S.A.'s the richest and most powerful on Earth
Have had the highest morals since our founders gave it birth
We fought for independence and a civil cause or two
Cannot forget our history for we've shaped the world anew.
We must all work together, and not tear us all asunder
Can't forget the Civil War that almost put us under
We're all again the U.S.A. and slavery was beat
Don't dine on the thought of that, for we are what we eat.
African Americans are now not slavery bound
Opportunities are much the same for everyone around
Constantly reminding all, will keep your efforts fraught
You're free to do whatever, you should not be sold or bought
Likewise the white Americans are not the best of all
To think so show's your ignorance, does not prepare you for the fall
As long as we the people, do not fight the fight together
We're in for more of what we have; unrelenting stormy weather.
So let us work together, all races and all creeds.
To find a way to provide for all, at least to satisfy our needs
For more than that, we're on our own, our efforts will prevail
If you find your boat is sinking, it is your job to bail.
Thinking, not all deserve my compassion or care
I put myself out there
Yes I dared
I wish I hadn't cared
Are they worth the pain they cause me
I want to be free
Will never be
Why must I feel them if I can't do a thing but feel them cry
Why
Compassion , empathy , worthless to them I can't reach
I don't care about me.
Don't you see.
I have given all I have , all I am , set me free
This flesh dies.
My soul cries
Time flies
I can't get away
What must I say.
Give me the right word
Make my voice heard
Tell me what I must do
My desire is true
If I don't , who will.
I feel them still
The hungry the homeless the poor
We must do more
Open that door
truly am I insane
That I still feel their pain
What am I to do
I ask you
They are our sisters, and brothers
Our father's and mother's
Our families one and all
We do nothing , mankind will fail
We have to work together but we don't.
We just won't !
It makes me so sad
And it's just too bad
But still , I feel them cry
Why
I want to give up so bad
And that makes me sad
BASEBALL
Walking by an empty stadium I was reminded the other day
of when we took our children to the ball park to watch grown men at play.
We were in the stands with our baseball caps on when I heard my daughter exclaim,
“Daddy, this is boring...what do you like about this game?”
As I handed each of them a hot dog, with ketchup and mustard on their buns
I could have explained the rules of the game, what are strikes and balls and runs.
I could have taken that opportunity surrounded by my children and my wife
to explain how baseball, when we think about it, can teach us about life.
I could have pointed out although it is the individual player’s name we scream
how baseball teaches people to work together as a team.
That baseball teaches humility…that sometimes you’ll hear cheers…
and sometimes you’ll hear boos
That some games you are going to win…and some…you’re going to lose.
That baseball teaches perseverance, determination, tenacity and grit
how you shouldn’t worry when you strike out for you’ll get another chance to hit.
I wanted to tell them down whatever paths they choose…no matter where they roam
When they round the bases to look for us…we’ll be waiting for them at home.
These are the thoughts that ran through my mind as we sat in the park that day
wearing our caps, eating our hot dogs…watching grown men at play.
“What do I like about baseball,” I said smiling for the answer suddenly I knew
“What I like best about baseball is sharing it with you”.
Our children are all grown up now…time moves on…and that’s a shame
because I never got to explain to them…the intricacies of the game.
Paul
Come to me now
It is time for us
To climb the stairway to heaven
It will take us all the way to heaven
When we get there
Our father will open the door
And he will let us
In heaven
I will cure you for ounce for wall
Because I will put an end
To your sickness
Paul
All you have to do now
Is change into your cotton gown
Then you can go and rest in your
Brass bed
All night
Don't worry about tomorrow
Paul
Because I will wake you up
Early in the morning
Paul
AIso tomorrow we will work together
In my vegetable garden
We will clean up the vegetable garden
We will remove the weeds
That takes a long time todo
We have all day to do that
Then we will plant the vegetable seeds
That will grow into vegetables
Then when it is ready for pick up
We will give it
To our servants
To cook for us
And we will eat the vegetables for dinner
it's come to our attention and the people need to see
that now is the time to stop this economic inequality
the rich are getting richer while the poor are getting less
but my question is "how did we allow all of this to progress?"
deregulation, less overseeing and smaller government they desire to see
but it's really about keeping the 99% in a state of poverty
it's time to stop the insanity and finally realize
that a minimum wage job is not much of a prize
now is the time to band together, to unionize and start setting goals
to stop the Right-wingers and Tea Party clan from gaining more control
so let's organize, let's unite, let's work together as one
for there is strength in numbers that's more powerful than a gun
the American dream is being murdered by the 1% elite
it's time to stop the bleeding before economic death is complete
it's time to lead, it's time to fight, it's time to go all in
the battle might be long but we will prevail in the end
it's time to stop the insanity by going all in and taking a stand
so let's lead, unite and unionize every worker in this land