I look around what do I see? Hateful eyes glare back at me. Those evil men with knives in hand, will kill us all who dare to stand. Yet for the truth I'd stand alone, and let them break my every bone. It would be painful, hard, and tough, in the end I'd still stand rough. The Battle would be long and fearsome I'd grow weary and quite drearsome. But to God be the glory, though the battle may be gory, it would be well worth, for the God of all the earth. And Heaven, all thing therein, are free from mortals sin. They cannot loose but only win for there no sin can enter in. My body they may kill, no worry, God's love remaineth still. For all that's truth and spirit cannot die, obvious to some is the reason why. Others reasoning's less than right, will they ever know God's Might?
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Free To Fly
I am weak give me strength
To break the chains that hold me
Lord I can see the truth,
I try to reach it
I feel it in my hand,
Then I loose my grasp
Lord let me hold tight to that truth
Free me, free me God
Guide me, help me, let me,
Live a real life
I can see it let me be it
Teach me how
I desire it now Lord
I may forget and fail
But remember this...
Let mine life be thy will.
Friday, March 15, 2013
What Really Matters
Thursday, March 14, 2013
The World In Two O Twelve
Disasters strike, a new one every day, suffering it seems is here to stay. By candlelight, I see to write, the power is gone out, no electricity this night. The void of the night, is greater to the right. To the left I see, O great despair, the greatest light this dreary plight. A fire sure and raging, the battle is engaging. This terror is the end of times come near, there is much to fear. Cling to those you trust and love. To know the truth, God is above.
Why the terror, why the the hate, why the pillage and the rape? The Nation follows lust and greed to fill its sick perverted need.
Is Hell on earth?
Not quite.
For here we still all have the chance to come to Christ, the way, the truth, the life. The time is running out; remove your heart's great doubt. Make belief and action one, until short life on earth is done.
With all this great disaster, what are the demons after? Souls, souls deceive and lie, they want your souls for the heart of Hell's desires. Why why the people cry, all we want is not to die. Well die you will, and suffer still, pain inflicted, very sore. Why death and suffering are a must, or else the love of God expires.
We choose to hate we choose to love. What in our heart we plant, we reap, that's why the lost despair and weep.
This most terrible mess, we must repent and soon confees, or else we will face unprecedented unrest. The worms will knall the fire burn and in our soul the suffering churn. Our flesh will boil blast and rot, what could be God's has gone to pot.
Prayer From Hell
From Hell's great depths the cry is rising, lost souls own lives they are despising. Oh Man! I sure regret a lot, my life has come to nought. And worse than naught, how I have endangered others thought. For them also I too must suffer, I the leader, lead astray others found in Hell fires way. O look, O Lord please save my children, let them know religion was not made by man. Tis real indeed, for here in Hell I am.
Merciful Lord help those who live lives dead to truth, make fit their mind and soul for godly use. Amen.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Here There Then Now
Everything is around me, everything is within me. Nothing is within me, nothing is outside me. The seeming contradiction is yet not a contradiction. God is above, God is among, I am with God. I am not above nor am I among. Birds fly south for the winter and north for the summer, north for the winter and south for the summer. Come within come without, what is it that this poem's about? It is and it is not, it could and it could not, it was not and it was. Seemingly, seemingly not. What? What not? I am in the world, the trees are in the world, I am in the tree, seeing all the world. All the world to me, for only a small portion may I see. The trees are in the earth, I am in the trees, I am not in the earth, but I am in the trees which are in the earth. Of sea and sky, land, water, fire what is it that all men desire? Is it pleasure or the absence of pain, is it freedom to choose, or freedom from choosing? Birth to death or rebirth from death? Above and beyond the far frontiers drawn. Above and beyond our simple lives we yawn. When will the truth on the night of conscious dawn? When will the ending stop and starting end? The day when all is over not again.