Repentance is of change in behaviour.
Unbelievers with no misbehaviour,
Do they so need to repent?
Yet believers do lament...
They are so far from Jesus- the saviour.
Etun Atay
The Sword of Stars pierces the veil,
To expose the universe to a holy female.
She will bring peace throughout the lands.
The shroud will lift and there will be a man,
Who walks alone all dressed in black.
The sun on his back is a chasing fireball,
And his only escape is in her mind,
If he can find and see through her eyes.
The two will meet in a moment of perfection.
The world will unite beneath the lights of Heaven,
Which reign down upon the throng of singers,
Who sing their songs to the unbelievers,
Who shall be convinced by a story of epiphanies,
That light up life like a rain of sunbeams,
Blinding the darkness,
Making all unseen to be seen,
Creating meaning,
Dreamers dreaming,
Silence the screaming,
For only joy can reign this day.
Glory, Glory, etun atay.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It took a fairly long time
finally, my better thoughts began to take hold.
After years of teaching, I came to an insightful truth.
It is okay to admit that your actions were wrong.
Then after more years, I learned
it is okay to share your mistakes with your students.
When parents want to challenge you, it’s okay to talk.
When fellow teachers call you to task on an issue,
admit any errors you’ve made, any mistaken words.
It is not okay to stay wrong.
Then what should be done to rectify those bad choices?
As a Christian, who represents a holy God among unbelievers,
three truths: ask for God's forgiveness; confess your sin
ask folks to forgive you, no matter who, what or when.
offer forgiveness when you have been the victim.
Why should I conform to man’s rules? Why persist in this facade? Even if I tell you to cast aside worry, your retort might be, “Why should I?” Jonathan’s soul intertwined with David’s, love binding them as one. But you—do you desire to be shackled by societal norms? Speak now: “Why should I?”
The Lord’s thoughts toward you are of peace, not evil. A future and hope await. Yet, I foresee skeptics in the streets this November, clamoring, “Why reelect Mr. Trump? Why indeed?” Ah, the allure of divine laws! Sweeter than honey, they linger on my tongue. Have you tasted the Lord’s goodness? Some unbelievers scoff, “Why bother?”
The Holy Spirit recalls my words to you. So, why should I heed your voice?
Look at you in the mirror, brilliant journalist
You, the journalist who seeks my gaze,
You, the journalist who laughs without knowing us better,
Look at you in the mirror
You, the journalist who exercises your power over people,
You like to be heard, looked at,
But you don’t understand who we are, really
Look in the mirror, twice instead of once,
Instead of looking at the camera like a crocodile that devours us,
Like a lion, hunting fearful zebras and unbelievers,
Sure of your strength, it’s embarrassing, look in the mirror,
We are more sensitive than you. We suffer for your presence here.
Look in the mirror, journalist, arrogant crocodile,
We’re not zebras striped with stupidity.
At Peace
A dark cloud of cancer looms on the horizon.
Will it simply pass or rest above me, and shower demise?
Or will the clouds break with the power of thanksgiving love,
And His wonderful face shine on me?
Will I allow a shadowed and troubled soul invite mourners,
Or break in tears by fallen loved ones who no longer care?
Whatever direction that dark cloud trade winds ride,
I trust in the Lord, and give thanks, with hands and head raised,
That whatever the ailment, I consume His power and my sufferings hide.
May unbelievers gather strength from His strength, as I do...
and find peace as I have and be saved as so many before have too.
There is peace... thank you!
by Martin Braun
January 6, 2024
For your sins
cheaters
clickers
unbelievers
nineteen crimes
peddling dimes
Now I have risen
from the broth
carry on dear soupsters
until I decide
is all for naught
in silence
I reign
King Arthur
fear not
my heartbroken devils
John, the Baptist- baptised people in the Jordan River,
Jesus said, the holy spirit came to him as a dove;
to think about John, the preacher, the saint makes me quiver,
imagine God giving this man the power of his love.
John was a preacher in the Jordan River area,
he was a prophet of God for all faiths- showing the way;
come on Saturday, Sunday or any day feria,
even unbelievers saw his baptism's as a gateway.
Sadly, John was sentenced to death by King Herod, the Great,
and he was beheaded, oh such fear of a preaching man;
John's birth and death honored by Christians for his life and fate ...
I pray to go the Jordan River where it all began.
The devil and his demons
The rulers and the unbelievers
They felt triumphant on Friday
Death shouted victoriously on Friday
But they forgot that Sunday was coming
They rested and observed the Sabbath on Saturday
But life broke forth
Life changed the world
Life altered history forever
when in came Sunday morning
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The Lord, our God, is soothing comfort
in moments of shivering darkness;
the Lord, our God, is the Father of true salvation
when temptation surrenders to sin!
Invoke His holy name when in unbearable pain;
He knows the heaviness of distraught
through your days of hopelessness!
Invoke His holy name when all seems in vain,
He'll send a cheerful angel to make you smile;
He will never leave you in dire desperation:
have the courage of the saints while being alive!
The Lord, our God, has tested your integrity
time and time again, He has made you wise and strong
to withstand anything that knocks you down;
the Lord, our God, will keep you from the harmful enemy...
pray fervently and unhappy days will vanish along
with doubts bringing pure joy: you'll be whole again!
Invoke His holy name,
put unbelievers to shame;
each road is covered with many thorns,
but you'll not bleed as others do...
whenever you'll go: there'll be angels
so mindful and so true!
On Judgement day, after the dead have been resurrected, assembled, and judged by God. The saved and the damned now being clearly distinguished, the souls will traverse over hellfire via the bridge of As-Sirat. The faithful, will "move easily and swiftly across a broad path", led first of all by the Prophet of Muhammad himself and other leading lights of the community on their way to paradise (Jannah); those judged guilty of sin but still considered to be mu'minun (believers) will fall from the bridge into Hellfire (jahannam) but remain there only for a limited period of purgation; unbelievers, however, will find the bridge has become "sharper than a sword and thinner than a hair" and darkness blinds their way.Their inevitable fall from the bridge will be an "inescapable descent" into their fiery destination of everlasting punishment.
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White, lifeless, still
there is no peace here.
Weeping and wailing
the unbelievers grieved for thee.
I grieved because I couldn't give them peace,
for you were not set free.
That night
I slept in the bed you used to sleep in
holding your wife tight,
as she cried and got high.
Mother woke up crying and yelling saying
"I'm the one to blame!"
"Mother, no it was God's well
you didn't change a thing,"
I say.
You know that ten-year-old you left behind.
She tried to stay strong.
That will be her demise.
I am sure SHE will NEVER understand WHY
her father OD and died
Soon We'll Celebrate Easter
(Inspired by Dale and Tammy)
By Franklin Price
04/07/2022
Soon we'll celebrate Easter
When Christ posted our bail
Took our sins on His shoulders
If we believe, He'll not fail
He died on the cross
Crown of thorns on His head
Arose the third day
He no longer was dead
He showed unbelievers
Nail scars, feet and hands
Even showed doubting Thomas
To satisfy his demands
He told his apostles,
Who had seen, also heard
They'd be the last ones to see Him
“Go out, spread the word”
Jesus Christ left this earth
And ascended to Glory
We may follow his footsteps
If we believe in His story
If we're believers, not doubters
That Christ's death takes our sin
When we pass, we will join him
Let forever, begin
Easter Sunday, this year
Will be with Tammy and Dale
Celebrating Lord Jesus
Whose death posted our bail
Our Lord love applauds
Father God all Mighty
Destroyer of envy
As the speaker of the room
Our Savior love has bloomed
My faith has always felt
The need to help
Holy Spirit
Will be the one to win it
Kept peace with unbelievers
To make of them believers
Time to fish
God insists
Seek our people
Treat them as equals
All in one are never apart
Jesus the centre of our hearts
Joined by his hands
God towers do stand
Faith reviving
Jesus smiling
Oh Glory to our Maker
Our Heaven and earth Creator
Cheerfully here
Happy New Year
I’m in a rank and sullen mood.
I’m sick and tired of getting screwed.
I mean to revel in the glory of the Word.
I’ll sail a raft of good intentions
‘cross an ocean vast as hell
So I can revel in the glory of the Word.
I mean to revel in the glory
as I advertise my story,
Every paragraph and sentence will be heard.
Tell all wicked unbelievers,
and those strays with cat scratch fevers,
We shall revel in the glory of the Word.
It’s like a dog day afternoon.
It’s like a picnic on the moon
When we don’t revel in the glory of the Word.
It pumps the heart of a thesaurus.
It rocks a dictionary’s soul.
We’re meant to revel in the glory of the Word.
We’re gonna revel in the glory
as we climb that promontory
Where our vision of redemption isn’t blurred
By the demagogues who blind us
to the primacy of kindness
When we revel in the glory of the Word.
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