Unlike a Spurgeon, I by dull words unfold
The limits of my Sarah's love for me,
But I realize that the rot and stink and mold
Are all within my mind, beneath my See.
There is no other person who can love
For me. It is my duty and my joy.
It is the Truth that True Love is made of
It is the difference of man from a boy.
I am no counter of the counterfeits
That weigh love by the dram of sweet words said,
But rather, I am one who from above
Receives the gifts whereby he bakes his bread.
Into the practical and humble things
I'll pour my Constancy and give love wings.
Covered by grace, blessed with faith, anointed with favour
Yah is all I need to get through the day
Bless me, Yah, as I seek thee, make me your prologue
While I am building faith, hold on to me
When I am afraid, come down and stay near me
Bear my burdens and cover my scars
Wipe my tears and reassure me that you have me
Let my spirit dance in your glory and light
Lead me to your sanctuary and enlarge my territory, help me
to avoid temptation as I come your way
Holy Father, send down peace to rejuvenate me
Set my feet upon higher grounds, whereby my enemies cannot reach me
Yah cover me, take full control
Forsake me not in this season or world
Cast me not away, bring me back when I stray
Be my strength, salvation and light
Father, who shall I be afraid of when you are my Shepherd and shield
You are the reason I am alive and have survived
In your presence, I am safe
Yah is my refuge, fortress, armour and strong tower in whom I trust.
He's a flirt with his anxieties,
Collecting tauted nerves.
She's a pen who haunts his remedies,
And with these words she serves.
He'll romanticize the painful,
And unto pleasure, gain.
Where a page was turned to tar,
With her baneful, poisoned stain.
All that glitters looks amiss,
While they write together sin.
Whereby lovers part by kiss,
Muses part by apitoxin.
She gracefully entered the room
whereby the sounds in all the world stayed
for a moment, her sweet perfume,
a sensorial hand grenade,
now tossed capriciously among
the men, naive, so very young.
Delusion manifests as a thought form,
which we mistakenly take to be ours,
whereby arises a need to conform
but the taste of the fruit over time sours,
with ego seeking magical powers.
Though dreams within dreams in this way replay,
detached from outcomes, the pure of heart play.
The moonlight lights the corners of a cloud!
And thus enflames that thin, celestial shroud!
What words have we, to match the heavens proud?
O, savage is this sickly sight!
This sordid scene upon the night!
Whereby a cloud, with all its might,
Doth strive with rows of teeth to bite
The ankle off the moon.
The scene the same, yet here my tune.
O, moody moon of my desire,
I think thy presence draws me higher!
Thy veil across thy lovely face
Doth lift my heart, and make it race!
Thy beauty bound in mystery,
I strain my eyes to better see.
I do not strain my eyes to see!
I drink and visions come to me.
Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy
Parent presents herself as distressed, concerned, loving
Major caregiver to child who appears perpetually sickly
Child’s symptoms are exaggerated
Worse yet, sometimes falsified by mother
She might contaminate the urine samples
Child gets better in hospital until mommy dearest visits
What is happening?
Nurses are the first to suspect
Doctors do not want to think this way
Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy
A mental illness whereby a caregiver
Starves or poisons child
Sadly, many of them are health professionals
Wanting others to consider them saviors
As they save their child once again from the cliff of death
God, the Father, had a plan all along,
from creation to the virgin birth.
Jesus, the Son, agreed to right the wrong
that Adam and Eve started on earth.
Human Jesus came down to bridge the gap
that separates man from his Maker.
Obedience, the first plank on His lap
to a sin-ridden earth as Caretaker.
Knowing God's plan was for Him to die,
He showed the world that He is the Way.
Only thru Jesus can we span heaven's sky
with payment for sin on that great judgment day.
Forgiveness, the last plank, Jesus supplied
with His blood offered freely on the cross.
These two planks of wood form the way whereby
but the rest of the wood - would be our choice.
Would we accept and believe His offer?
Would we confess sin to gain right of passage?
Would we believe Jesus our eternal Savior?
Would we by free will cross over on His bridge?
A kingdom is an ancient place
Whereby secrecy is a norm
The doors have ears
A kingdom is a home
Whereby safety is imperative
The windows are closed
It is that lingering feeling,
As you hear the sound of the sea
Speaks in tongues
Know that you have arrived
As you feel the wind
Release that air
Know that you have obtained
It is that mystery,
A kingdom is a word
Whereby analyses the culture
The gates are closed
A kingdom is a round table
Whereby it Modifies the tale
It is that lingering feeling.
I used to care about my looks
Never bothered reading books
I used to chase that money tree
Surely then I could be free
I cared too much what people thought
About the many things I bought
I cared too much that I had to be right
Never bothering to be polite
I chased the notion of importance
Whereby I could make a stance
I chased acceptance from richer fools
Thinking it might make me cool
But now I’m older and with a wry smile
I contemplate that flawed lifestyle
Now I’m older it’s crystal clear
We are promised nothing each year
I crave the simple pleasures life serves
There are no special privileges I deserve
I crave nature and all it beholds
I take my time awaiting how life unfolds
The simple things surely matter the most
Those trappings I shall no longer boast
When we are no longer here what shall we miss?
It will be nature, family, friends and a loving kiss.
You and I are so much more
Created in Adonai's likeness
Perfect, rare, priceless and special
Unique, extraordinary, gifted and talented
Called to complete a mission an assignment filled
With adversaries, temptation, adventure and victory
You and I were given the freedom of choice to be a part of history
To be written into the next generation story
Whereby we gave the Creator glory
What an extraordinary story for the next generation
To hand down praises, worship and thanksgiving
To the Divine Omnipresent, Omnipotent One who created all living things
You and I are forever striving to be our best
Always willing to complete and part-take in every earthly test
Trusting others to instruct and guide us through every trial
Emotions, feelings, anxiety and fear
I agree sometimes this calling doesn't seem fair
But isn't it right to say, I will rather be called and chosen than be exempt and exiled from YAH Heavenly Kingdom.
Hi there it's me the older me
I guess by now you have forgotten me
It's been a while and our behaviour and style have improved and changed
With years and experience, we have evolved and grown
Let go and rearrange
Accept and be favored and blessed
So much so that I can write and say, Girl, you are the best
Throughout every adversary and test
You managed to conquer and overcome each battle with strength and great determination
I cannot wait to hear your explanation
What brought us here to this divine celebration
Whereby the older me awaits the information
That is about to be my greatest achievement and aspiration
Older me by faith and hope
Knowledge and wisdom
Willingness and determination
Patient and forgiveness
Acceptance and knowing when to let go
You have made it through the new age dimension
The Awakening of the modern day matrix system
Where both the Spiritual and physical world are now one
The season of Supernatural extraordinary events and sightings
whereby nothing remains a myth
Older me hold onto your spiritual beliefs and remember
Yah words no season lasts forever this too shall pass.
Come see the Christ, "We have found the Messiah!”
An anxious Andrew hasted with the broadcast -
sharing the good news, long-awaited by Jews.
Would that we Christians today should supply a
message of hope with haste and expectation.
The urgency of the moment (whereby a
first-hand dispatch cannot wait until morning)
inspires us to act, as when King Josiah
discovered the Torah which had been miscast.
Long-awaited by Jews, sharing the good news -
“Return to God, ” the voice of Zechariah.
#10: No Room At The Inn
They blossomed they did like rows of roses.
Places for lodgers, those traveling sourced,
their reasons countered their changing poses,
frequent stays and returns have been endorsed.
There will be places that might be lacking
for whatever reasons that there may be,
the people won't stay there, less foot tracking,
as sites may have Roach Motels that you'll see.
There will be double-booking caused concerns,
leaving people stranded, no way, no stay,
whereby many shorten trips--forced returns.
Trends rallied lawsuits; be that as it may,
X-X Bethlehem, then Jerusalem, He'll lay.
Saints and Sinners
The smile is broad
But the heart is bile
an outstretched hand is birthed
from a saintly pouch
But alas, such as richly coated
but with a shortened desire
A frail passion
A flinty heart
devoid of piety
thus encapsulated
within a virtuous being
Whereby Enrobing both saints and sinners
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