Admirably blessing, caring devotion,
Beautiful curator develops evangelism,
Creating dedicated, evolving faithful,
Divine epistles, faith growing.
(Acrostic in alphabet sequence, ABCD).
(2D Acrostic).
Admirably blessing, caring devotion,
Beautiful curator, develops evangelism,
Creating dedicated, evolving faithful,
Divine epistles, faith growing.
The composer, George Fridiric Handel,
wrote at night by the light of a candle,
and there's nothing more finer
than to hear his Messiah:
a work so profound and substantial.
A young bass was said to record
a version of Thus Saith the Lord.
Though the work was demanding,
he was simply outstanding.
Even Handel would have been floored!
For a successful run of Messiah
a good orchestra one will require.
But really my dears
it's been known for years
the real star of the show is the choir!
Like blood in flesh, with your disciples, you were united.
In your union, as though on cloud nine, they felt delighted.
Heart and mind were clear, yet were they in wisdom sure-sighted?
By your question, their cognizance, like fuels, got ignited.
Didn't you, as the Almighty, know the thoughts of each mind?
Didn't they, more than a monarch, supreme strength in you find?
Wasn't, in you, the meaning of their existence defined?
Didn't they know that before you, even fate stood resigned?
Like a pure fragrance, their unmixed thoughts of you were expressed.
As Elijah, Baptist, and prophets, your name they addressed
In you, they knew that, as an atom, each name was enmeshed.
You knew you were Christ. Calling you so, Peter was blessed.
Yet, like a lamb, by getting slaughtered, you must save the world.
Hearing this, like leaves in a crude current, their hearts got whirled.
First, He's in manger
Second coming, He's King
End, He's avenger.
Swallow holy
Words
Ingest
Messiah
The Messiah hides in you, not hidden inside
of clouds
Save yourself from falling rain by having faith in him
that's hidden within the shroud
He's with you through all the weather guiding your
eyes throughout the storm
She's your comfort when you're in need & your covering
when you feel worn
She's the mother of your inner child, raising you up
until you're strong
He shows you what's right with hopes you'll follow
but still loves you when you're wrong
She baptized you inside the womb way before the
water broke
The dams are meant to hold & keep you in place
but you must detach the yoke
Listen to the voice inside of you, the one speaking
from your core
It's been with you since the beginning & is your
companion evermore
Look to it when you struggle to see, as it sees things
that you cannot
The 2nd coming is a birth within the self & the unveiling
of the plot
You were born in the image of likeness, so you were that
before you came
We're all scattered pieces in the puzzle of life longing
to be whole just the same
mighty messiah
who was named Jeremiah
not a pariah
does intensify
God will come down from the sky
while people will die
there are those we seek
may be mild mixed with the meek
who to we will speak
the year of our lord
two thousand twenty third year~
oh why aren’t you here
I believe in Jesus
I believe in Buddha
I believe in Mohammed
—divinity shared
I believe in grace
I believe in epiphany
I believe in tomorrow
—the promise it bears
I believe in man’s ability
to rise above his nature
religion the jailer
—whose lies forestall
I believe that enlightenment
requires a commitment
to become the living embodiment
—of that One who calls
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: November, 2016)
The makings of a Messiah,
It’s not an ordinary feat,
It takes the lion-hearted to ascend the seat,
It’s not for the unopposed.
The makings of a Messiah,
It’s a higher calling,
Even when the elements are falling,
Purpose is an overwhelming push.
The makings of a Messiah,
Shrivelled like a flower in the heat,
Awakened by heaven's dew,
The unseen is the envoy.
The makings of a Messiah,
Unknown are the battles,
There’s a burning quest,
Courage will aid the conquest.
April 13, 2023.
in garden he prays
a prophet of the most high
on the cross, he dies
I
Since Martin Luther
It's rather simple
Only One Savior
Not Mother, Angel,
W. Branham or Joanna Southcott!
Sins antidote: Jesus's Blood
II
Born in 1750, Southcott
At 64 claimed pregnancy
With Messiah "Shiloh"
This "Panacea" christianity
Led to her death: delusion
Even claiming 144,000 only
Was the number to be saved
From Earth? Heresy is recycled, sadly!
But not plastic & polluting rubbish
Especially in my South Africa
NOTE: since Luther, a simple equation can help Christians, fur Jesus needs help from NO M/OTHER, angel, or false Messiahs (some 40 in Jewish Encyclopaedia):
Jesus + 0 = Salvation
Note 2: if your "Jesus" needs help from any other force, that Jesus is not God, so worship that superior force, & God is merciful (if/when we truly don't know better). Shalom shalom Blessings
Messiah: Hallelujah Chorus (Part II): For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth. – George Frideric Handel
F-Frankincense
O-Offering
R-Reverence
T-Tribute
H-Holy
E-Evening
L-Love
O-Omniscience
R-Radiance
D-Devine
G-Goodness
O-Obeisance
D-Dove
O-Oracle
M-Miracle
N-Nativity
I-Inimitable
P-Paramount
O-Omnipresent
T-Throne
E-East
N-Nascent
T-Trinity
R-Resplendent
E-Ethereal
I-Infant
N-Nazareth
E-Evermore
T-Triumphant
H-Heavenly
07 December 2022
Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
"O, to have a kingdom
Its subjection so sweet!
Golden, like Solomon's
Footstool, for my feet.
Rest from my enemies,
Trampled into dust,
Falling at my feet,
Like so much sawdust.
Behold my sovereignty!
My judgment is supreme!
Try to fight back, and
My methods are extreme!
Wealth from my wisdom
Will secure all my dreams,
Then to stay in power
Requires constant schemes."
"Ironic you should blather
While I execute your demise!
Messiah sits at My right-hand,
While I squeeze you with My vise!
'I AM' building Him a footstool,
Putting ALL beneath His feet!
All enemies will be vanquished!
Your subjection is so sweet!
Come worship at My footstool,
Be subject to My decree.
The wicked will be trampled,
But the righteous shout with glee!
Let the kings of the earth tremble
At the darkness I'll unleash
My storm clouds, see them billow?
So, repent or perish, capisce?"
"David had it in his heart
To build a house for Me,
Complete with a footstool,
So this kingdom I'll repeat."
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