TOILING THESE TOUGH TIMES
Trumped towers tilting
Towards treacherous times:
Tenacity taught:-
Today’s themes, true trials:
Thundering tribulations,
Tremendously testing:-
Cloudy skies matching weathered gray eyes
Witnessed so much flooded with red cries
Longing for days with yellow rays good times
Lifting up pain to face warm healing sunshine
Trying to stand strong despite dilemma at hand
Praying holding on God’s help a cherry chance
Recognition of tribulations as His way to lead
You through the storm to His calm and peace
A RESURRECTING REFLECTION ON TODAY’S TRIBULATIONS
Confirming its intent
And what it all meant
The POTUS spoke loudly
With very proud temerity
Of making a mockery
Out of chattel slavery
By invading another country
With evil military occupancy
Controlling its humanity
And its rich resources
With his powerful armed forces:
But let us not be dismayed
Over this power-mongering raid
That God’s retribution will overcome
This demonic decision that was made:
This crucifying, unjust political insurrection
Will likewise be met with justice’s resurrection
And the ascension of God’s divine wisdom and guidance
Navigating us in life along a pathway of divine benevolence:-
Through storms we walk, through shadows deep
Where trials wake, and sorrows seep,
The road is rough, the path unclear,
Yet courage blooms despite the fear
Each stumble teaches, each fall refines,
In darkness, strength within us shines.
The heart may break, the spirit bend,
But hope endures, it will not end.
Through ire and rain, we rise rebuild,
A steadfast soul, with purpose filled.
For trials pass, as seasons do,
and brighter skies come into view.
Through tribulations, life will show,
The depth we rise, the love we sow
OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS
We’ve encountered worse,
and have always overcome:
Likewise, with today’s:-
Of Trials And Tribulations
We’ve encountered worse,
And have always overcome:
We’re red-cap ready:-
MY SON
In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree
With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah
Jacaranda nearby looking up at me
Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see
Sun sets on my trunk at the end of the day
Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say
Don’t mean no harm to come your way
So much to say at the end of the day
I aint no clone I aint no fool
I mean no harm to come to me nor you
Flesh and blood aint no excuse
I need your love not you’re abuse
So hang on tight for time is neigh
So so sad just a wasting away
On your response, I am but waiting
I’m a patient man but time is a fading
Love dad
Despite trials, and we’ve had many,
with tribulations, felt lost at sea,
we get up each day
with an effort to say,
for our freedoms we’ll fight, to be free.
Life is a roller coaster its up and then down
It has multiple curves yet throws you around
One minute you happy the next you confused
You have all the answers then don't know what to do
You live and you learn, what's next after that?
Either you continue to push or throw down your hat.
I've experienced life from all angles that come
As one day i have plenty and one day I had none
But do i complain? I ask what's the use
At times I wanna give up and just let it all loose
So much on my chest though I try to withstand
And manage these obstacles cause I'm only a man
I try to do right, do the best that I can
But get hit with these curve balls,I don't understand
I was told it would get better with each task that i face
But yet it all seems to explode in my face
Without trial and error i guess life is a bore
While seeing what lies behind the next door
Contemplating my next move calculating my steps
Without trials and tribulations then what else is left?
Our trials and tribulations are nothing compared to what Jesus went through
Look about at what inhumanity hath wrought
In vain we seek solace in a storming deluge
Have good intentions really been for naught?
In desperate straits we seek our refuge
Wraths ancient and new like thunder rage
Tearing the shelter we seek asunder
At a loss for words, both fool and sage
Silently assess humanity's blunder
No more do I seek shelter in brick or stone
For hatred tears all things apart
So here I stand unafraid and alone
Having faith in the light of a brand new start
Nine months to create you
Yet grief is insurmountable
She knows you will leave soon
Plucked from their homes and families
Hundreds of thousands sent to slaughter
A disgusting fight over nothing
It pains every mother and daughter
Boys given tools of destruction
Guns and bombs handed to every man
They are convinced this is worth
To die at the "enemy's" hand
Nine months to create you
Nine seconds to kill
Politics takes precedence
Start writing your will
Men shipped off for a gruesome fight
Years later only few come back after war
But now that this one has ended
Another causes suicide rates to soar
If only time could turn them back
Once young boys teeming with dreams
Now aged and souless eyes they are
Boys turned men due to PTSD
Nine months to create you
Far more years to raise
But the government doesn't care
I implore you not to become a killing slave
I
A happily married man is he
Who weds, not for love, but for policy.
His life will be clover
If his wife will sign over
Not the deed to her heart, but her property.
II
A woman who weds for the pleasure,
May live to repent at her leisure.
When she's no more excuses
For her husband's abuses,
A close bond with her lawyer she'll treasure.
I
When a spat leaves you blue-faced and chokin'
This advice may keep love's bond unbroken:
Don't go angry to bed,
Listen to what's being said
And not merely to what's being spoken.
II
A man marries then struggles the rest of his life
Trying to keep his home free from all worry and strife.
It won't enter his head
'til long after he's dead,
That he might should have wed a less extravagant wife.
III
A new wife was installed as the queen of her house,
And for a while quite content with no reason to grouse.
T'was a cruel trick of fate
When she found out, too late,
That her mate was a souse and a louse of a spouse.
IV
A husband, fed up with his wife's constant yammer,
Went ballistic and bashed out her brains with a hammer.
At his trial her removal
Won the jury's approval,
And his (suspended) sentence, six months in the slammer.
They're once in a lifetime
These moments of joy
The first time you rattle
That colourful new toy
Your first day at school
With the rest of the kids
Your hair all slicked down
Bad smells Mom got rid
The ultimate joy
Of your first tender kiss
The shock when she tells you
Her period she missed
A puff from a cigarette
Makes you dizzy and ill
The beer in the closet
I remember it still
The joy of first child
The smell of their skin
The softness of touch
Their sweet tiny grin
Your first big promotion
The raise that you get
The first time you notice
A grey hair NO NOT YET!
Middle age quickly follows
With a sickening thud
It's all over now
Your life is pure crud
The sixties are next
And retirement awaits
Where did it go
You're in a hell of a state
Then someone says wryly
You've had a good life
'Whatcha crabbing about?'
But it still cuts like a knife
These tender sweet moments
You experience through time
You'll remember them fondly
And treasure the climb
Hold on to them tightly
They won't come again
They're once in a lifetime
They're to treasure my friend
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