Each time Trump says the country’s a wreck,
they go out to the roads to inspect.
If Woody Woodpecker
had had a fact checker,
they’d be feeling his feathers to check.
On The View though, they all get a pass
when Whoopi cushions spew forth their gas.
Trump will jail your miscarriage,
end interracial marriage,
and lock up his opponents en masse.
The past cannot quench His Power
The future cannot quench His Power
The present cannot quench His Power
Nothing can hold back the Power of Jesus
As a baby He was hunted
His birth was plaque with problems
But His purpose was Eternal
No problem could stop the life of Christ—Not even death
As a child Jesus was feared by His enemies
Before He even spoke full sentences; He is feared
Before He even ministers; He is hunted
But Glory to God the Father who protected Him and
So we know that nothing can quench His Power
The birth of Jesus reveals the mind of God
The Father will protect His Son
The angels will play a role and
The soul of man can be saved
The past cannot quench His Power
The future cannot quench His Power
The present cannot quench His Power
Nothing can hold back the Power of Jesus
The Father will protect His Son
Surgeons of soundless suffering, led by ministers of madness,
The dead drown whilst muttering of intolerable sadness.
Atop the tallest towers of the dark city
Aloft spires of insanity, so do they weave
the existential lies of mortality.
Where the living are led to conceive and so believe
That which is mad, continuously the surgeons weave
And knit half truths of life, disguising words of strife
with lies as their knife unto the remains of humanity.
Surgeons who cut and tear with
Words too elaborate to question or mentally bare
or visually see.
The ministers of madness, feed the masses with words
That ought to be the chirping of birds,
Words that sound near obliterate
born of tongueless mouths that art illiterate.
Prime Minister’s Question Time
That Wednesday morning farce
That starts with the sycophants
Verbally kissing the Premier’s ****,
Followed by the Opposition Leader
Who begs and implores
Answers to his questions
Which the Prime Minister ignores,.
To indulge in propaganda
And very personal attack
When the Opposition Leader
Vey quickly bites back.
Those present in the House
All bay, yell and scream like fools
In way that would bring exclusion
From most decent primary schools.
Democracy in action
There for all to see
The Parliamentary equivalent
Of the The Goon Show on TV
Prime Minister’s Question Time
A misnomer indeed
Behaviour more fitting those
High on skunk, roofies or weed.
A most unedifying spectacle
But thats just how it looks
When any nation is led by
Hypocrites, spivs and crooks.
The honourable resignation
A thing of the long long past
As those in power cling on
Until the very very last.
And loyalty is rewarded,
When the opportunity affords,
By the lifetime sinecure of
A seat in the House of Lords.
We treat politicians with deference
In a manner that confounds
Forgetting they work for us
And not the other way around.
One main reason to share these words is
to expand the kingdom of the Mother, and Father.
If not for evangelists, poets, and ministers who
would share the message, who would even bother?
We all have been charged to share in Her, His wonderful news,
that once reborn in the spirit, living in the light of eternity ensues.
No more sadness, nor darkness, no more sorrow or tears.
No more disappointments or arguments, no doubts or fears.
There is no everlasting value in this world's possessions.
Energy is wasted when spent on materialistic obsessions.
In His word, there is strength, knowledge, and power.
In silence, His voice can be heard to lead you into the next hour.
A few kind words can lift one up in times of trouble or sorrow.
Showing true concern for your neighbor fosters courage to face tomorrow.
In the silence, one shall find that the many things that are unseen are more prolific, majestic, and even more colorful than skies of blue and fields of green.
It is of the purest truth that the whole duty of man is to love God and thy neighbor.
However, for pastors, ministers, bishops, and priests, this is a calling of extraordinary labor.
Few and far between are ordained to present themselves before a congregation,
to spread the word of wisdom, healing, thought-provoking advice, and salvation.
Ever striving to teach and assist their fellow man with blood, sweat, and tears.
Calluses have formed on their knees from fervent penitence over the many years.
Behold their discretion in the spirit; ultimately, heaven's very best.
Tempered in the furnace of life and having passed a tumultuous test.
Surely, the honor shall henceforth be bestowed upon those select few,
who brings forth spiritual enlightenment foresight and insight.
Blessings are upon those who help the multitude
to discern and sift out the wrong from the right.
We set before you our appreciation for your passion and chosen path.
May you have unbounded blessings of health and prosperity to you from your congregation.
The sacred gift for this relentless and solemn duty is
Surely to be named in the book of life and glorious salvation.
I feel quite certain
can
is to canister
as sin
is to sinister
Lust
is to luster
and teach
is to teacher
as preach
is to preacher
But not mini
is to minister
as not what sinister sermons
are to lusty sermonizers.
It also feels
like cause
for pause
that war
is to warrior
but we have no equivalent language
for peace
is to peacer.
We do have blessed
are the peace makers
but not peaceful players
Or cooperative
equivalent to peace
restoring justice workers.
Now I feel curious,
so probably no threat of furious
I can not put this can
back in my canister,
ban my empowered banister,
or limit my ignorant sins
to neglecting intuitive sinister.
E-agerly
V-iew
M-inister's
C-ompetitive
U-tmost
P-lay
Topic: Zambales South EVM Cup (September 24,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-ay second of February
A-ims to brighten the day;
N-ew dawn has broken, as the twilight fades away.
O-ne Thursday morning,
R-ising sun lights up the moment;
O-beying God means doing
S-chool For Ministers
A-ssignment.
THE FEET OF THEM
How beautiful are the feet of them,
the pillars of strength, and stance of him,
the hands, the smile and face of him,
who brings to us good news.
How lovely are the voices of them,
the song, the Word, the sound of him,
the message of grace and love of Him,
sending them who brings good news.
How precious the hoary heads of them,
the glory of the Lord of them,
the birth, the life, and death of them,
who brings to us good news.
......" Ministers think " ......
Ok people in power I,ve had a stroke ,
So what you gonna do to get my vote ,
I,m not so bothered about material wealth,
All I want is better services for ones health,
And more awareness for after care,
Not hospitals and nurses stripped bare ,
It's not all about satistics and numbers ,
Or about you being honery sirs ,
You always say for the country your doing the best,
Well it's about time you thought of the rest,
It's not about the north and south divide
For that's some thing that you can never hide,
It's about putting money where your mouth is ,
And backing health not just making a list,
Don't talk down to us like we don't understand,
You try coping with only one working hand ,
Try having to live by taking your daily pills ,
Or worrying how your going to pay the bills ,
You have broken your promises over and over again,
And quite frankly you are all the same ,
So start thinking of health and what you would do ,
If someone had a stroke that was dear to you,
And people need to know to be more a ware ,
For only then can they realy care ,
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