A vision of crosses bless with the Kings blood.
Many bodies lined in a row many saints turned to pure snow.
Lanes of warriors singing praise to Jesus.
Hymns of Halleluyah shouted in Faith.
The Bridegroom sings for his bride.
The King is calling us home.
Soon the days of mourning will be over.
Silver Bones and a Copper Skull burst into a rainbow of sunshine as we become eternal.
Our new bodies are almost her for us to dwell in our new eternal homes with Jesus forever soon.
Wavy stars and bubbly drinks with a wonderful wedding feast we soon must attend.
Keep your lamps oil lit and do not run out of oil.
Praise Jesus forever for he is our rock and our comforter our hero King forever Lord of All things.
Praise you Jesus forever for you are the music to my soul the song I crave to forever sing.
I love you Jesus forever I do.
Trust in the Lord with all your might
Follow His word as your guiding light
For you will have times that are dark
Let the lamp of love lighten your heart
In your weakness He will make you strong
Power in His uniqueness to carry you along
Despite dilemma that prunes you like rose
He will remember you and keep you close
For He told Peter do not to be afraid believe
To walk on water in a storm that teaches peace
So it is for you to believe as you walk in life
He will deliver you He will answer your cry
He will make a way out of no way
Smiting your enemies saving your day
Like woman with an issue of blood, yes sir
Twas her great faith in Him that saved her
Let life’s storms teach you how to believe
For He is King of Kings He will bring peace
peter thiel almost un-real, wants to link
His workers, to the buzzing field.'
The pc-screen; mind.' This
Matter is so cruelly
Obscene.!
Looking into the jerky in my heart.
Bangarang till the end.
Hooking into the stars.
Laying and just chilling with God and Ana.
Trusting in Jesus to cover her in his Blood.
Trusting in Jesus to Rescue me and her and all we love.
Ana you are my best friend created by Jesus to be my best friend from forever.
Love knows Love.
Jesus thank you for dealing with me.
Ana same thanks for dealing with me.
Bangarang to us all!!
some days feel heavier
than I ever admit out loud
and I wake already tired
before the morning has even settled
but there’s a part of me
that keeps going anyway
a small, stubborn spark
that refuses to go out
I’ve walked through things
that could have stopped me
yet here I am
still standing
still trying
still choosing to move forward
and I need to hear this clearly
from myself
to myself
I’m not stepping back
I’m not losing heart
I’m not letting the hard days
decide who I am
I’m not giving up on me
not now
not ever
because I deserve a life
that feels like living
not just getting through
and I’m already
on my way there
A crisp, cold morning in Hyde Park,
and he is waiting for his date.
As joggers jog and poodles bark,
the girl's unconscionably late.
He paces London's crocused heart,
as traffic booms in Piccadilly:
he's practicing that English art
of seeming calm, while feeling silly.
One final tryst beside the lake,
in front of the Eternal Boy:
a parting kiss, for old times' sake ...
she's stood him up? Or playing coy?
The hotel clerk purrs sympathy
when summoned on the mobile phone.
By now, she'll be in Duty Free.
Well, there it is. This Bird Has Flown.
He tries to feign the jaunty airs
of a striped suit on a sandwich sortie,
but doing drily debonaire's
not easy when you're fat and forty.
He tramps the lonely, flat green mile
to Green Park Tube's unlovely portal,
but perks up with a cheeky smile -
well, for a week he was immortal!
Poor Peter is feeling so glum.
He can't go and play with his chums.
A bad case of the mumps
has him down in the dumps.
"Stay in bed!" - strict orders from Mum!
Peter came at half-past three,
Tapping sharply from an apple tree.
“Wendy, Michael, and John, too—
Come and fly; the stars want you.”
Out of the window, hand in hand,
The trio swept above the land.
Their mother's sobs fell away behind.
Another bedtime story she can't unwind.
In Neverland, the sky can't change.
The moon is weird, the sun is strange.
No one grows, and no one there cries—
Every ache for going home soon dies.
Boys and girls forget their names.
Their socks, friends and favorite games.
A mother’s hug, a father’s last song—
Memories dim when you stay too long.
Peter laughs and flies high in midair,
But something empty lingers there.
He doesn’t know what he has lost—
Never growing up, comes at a cost.
Wendy whispered, “We must go!".
"For I've lost my shadow.”
Peter waved and turned away—
Still chasing ghosts of yesterday.
So if you hear a tap-tap one night,
Find your window bathed in light,
Roll over, hide, and stay in bed—
Forget Neverland, sleep on instead.
Cut the budget
Cut the fraud
Cut the bullcrap
Cut the lies
Cut, cut, cut it out!
Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest.
What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on?
When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The “rich” are probably clueless to this saying, but the struggling people lived, know and understand the meaning of this statement.
“Robbing Peter to pay Paul” meant, taking from one to give to another. More like, taking from one end to make ends meet on another end. For example, taking some of the money from the light bill to put that money on the water bill.
Ssh, the way I see it, when it comes to this administration, it’s robbing Peter and Paul.
Mary Alin Travers
grew up to do what mattered
she sang with Peter and Paul
and with her voice did us enthrall
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In silence, I now sit inside your room
as doleful fingers strike piano keys,
and beauty soars like roses, red, in bloom.
The weight of life, your heart and mind, it flees.
A sad, foreboding melody does loom.
I muse as I remember times like these -
just thirty-seven years on earth, not long.
Tonight, I hear your sad piano song.
Alice held flowers in her hand,
So huge were they, 'twas tough to stand,
She collected them all herself,
The bouquet was for her bookshelf,
Walking with them proved so tricky,
Her hands hurt and they were sticky,
She didn't see where she was going,
Her steps they were slowly slowing,
Peter Pan saw her and he smiled,
He knew how to get her all riled,
He bumped into Alice, she fell,
A shower of flowers and well,
Alice, with Peter was angry,
Asked him to pick 'em up for free,
Peter Pan did as told by her,
For he was scared of her anger,
He went till her house holding them,
My, they were huge with their big stem,
Alice was happy, her job done,
She hugged Peter and made him run.
Picture #2
When you open up your eyes
Is He sitting at your side
With a smile on His lips
That betrays a certain pride?
Does He touch your injured hands?
Does His face go pale and grim
At the sight of wounds you bore
For your loyalty to Him?
Do you whisper “Lord, I’m sorry
You said ‘do not be afraid’
Still I winced when they condemned me
And I trembled as I prayed.
My dear Master, I am sorry
I was terrified to die.”
Does He answer “It’s all right,
My dear Peter, so was I.
Do you marvel at your God:
He who made the world exist.
Does He grin as if to say
Sweetest friend, you have been missed.
When you fall into His arms
Do you know what Heaven is?
Do you heal in His embrace?
Do your scars resemble His?
Denied again, again, again
My God, my king, my hope, my friend
To think that I could ever mend
My shame, my pride, my lies.
To deadly hills they take Him now
A crown of thorns upon His brow
The King of Kings, but no one bows
I’m absent when he dies.
In bitter tears they said I waited
True—if sorely understated
So my soul falls desecrated
Curse my horrid deeds
Hours pass and days elapse
Spirit gone, my lungs collapse
I’ve fallen victim to the traps
In thinking of my needs
Then I am called, I follow John
I look and find the stone is gone
And only linen lingers on
To dare the war is won?
I see Him. I am awed. Elated
Doubt undone, eradicated
But, in shame, I wait for hatred
From God’s only Son
With all the courage I possess
I turn my eyes, on Him they rest
My heart is kicking at my chest
I know I’ve failed the trials.
Tension mounts, and there’s a pause
I’ve broken all His love, His laws
So He should not forgive my flaws
He looks at me and smiles.
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