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The angel of Life swims with the tide
Nothing we do is wrong or right,
This angel encoureges us to live to the full
Buy everything we see
Fill our senses with all we got
Make them dull forget the lot
Lose our mind
Forget that God is on our side.The angel of Light has us in his sights
He shows us our garden
Of wrong and right
Of warm and cold
Sign posts are planted every where
Still we get lost
Losing sight of the fact
That God is on our side.working is serving, order is prayer, fairness is loving
in paying we share, soldiers weren't told to give up their role
but be the fairest, most honest, uncomplaining servants anywhere
the kingdom still needs all who work now, but doing it all for a new masterif you lack money, give some away and it will return pressed down
overflow, the supply flows on through you and me, don't be a beaver
and block the stream, dam the flow, use what you need and let some go
not to false pastors, conmen all, but to those who need it desperately
they may be ahead of you to welcome you to the wedding feast.an ordinary mother caring, fussing, worrying
a quiet mum, little to say but being there all the way
her gift her body and a broken heart, a patient mind pondering
known by God forevermore, all men call her blessed
did i say ordinary, perhaps rather extraordinaryit's plain that God could not stand the thought of knowitall humans around for ages
who knew enough of moral stuff but lacked the wisdom and grace to manage
so he kicked them out, they had to die, they must be reborn of new life
so found in Him they would be able to behave with grace at His table.if all our learning came from others would we ever really know anything
if we never sought out truth itself what have we ever really seen
when we sleep does the Cleaner tidy up our twisted thoughts
the day's ideas taken randomly do not order themselvesOUT OF THE MORNING – Will there really be a morning
BY
Emily DickinsonWill there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!MY Wheel is in the dark
BY
Emily DickinsonMY Wheel is in the dark,?
I cannot see a spoke,
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My foot is on the tide?
An unfrequented road,
Yet have all roads
A “clearing” at the end.Some have resigned the Loom,
Some in the busy tomb
Find quaint employ,
Some with new, stately feet
Pass royal through the gate,
Flinging the problem back at you and I.Man will occasionally stumble over the truth, but most times he will pick himself up and carry on.
-Winston Churchillbeauty for ashes and the oil of joy for mourning
poverty is blessing, thirst and hunger lead to life
meekness inherits power, weakness is strength
trust invigourates, faith lived draws God's eyemen of greatness man of earth, nil you do will be of worth
toil and strive each living day and you may enjoy the applause as pay
but unless you're known by those on high your reputation uselessness, inheritance
ignominy, opportunity lost, nothing gained if love not found, when your lifetime scroll is unwoundcrusaders killed and slashed and burned all justified in religious terms
worldly invaders thought they'd earn a special place in divine rewards
define the infidel as someone else and surely we are david's whelps
claim anointing, pour the oil, to glorify regaining of the sacred soil
religious men still do the same, but different oil is now the game.look around the worldly kingdoms and make your choice
i am the one who rules their leaders despite man's hopes
anything else you wish, let me know, i answer all requests
money, wealth, fame, nothings too much, please be my guest
only one more thing i must insist on, kneel down and worship meif human intellect rules the day, then men can design their own way
take bits you like from what is writ, add worldly wisdom as it suits
blend in a lot of scientific facts, no one dare argue about that
and mix it all till it tastes good, a feast that's fit for beelzebub.serpent's egg writhes, strains, to be freed from captivity
groaning in immense travail, vanity holds creation in it's bonds
earth sees one coming to restore all peace and harmony to her shores
and remove traces of the corruptor, who abused, destroyed her lovely nature.“I looked for my God; my God eluded me. I looked for my soul; my soul I could not see. I looked for a friend and I found all three.”
– by Dorothy'Seek the Lord!'
'Where?'
'Seek Him here!'
'Where?'
'I tell you here
Can't you see
His name is every where
Stenciled, chiseled
Into mountains
Into trees
Floating down riviers
Growing in the Amazon
Lying dormant in deserts
In the ice caps waiting to be released
His energy is real
Our Lords DNA is every where.'Lineon
they painted all their portraits till they were satisfied
a tidy little icon all adorned with sacred scriptures, better
than what the heathen worship they agreed among themselves
now a box they sought to find to put their pretty icon in
and it fitted very nicely, called traditional trinitarian
alongside all the boxes crafted from the minds of men
the God that made the universe and sent His son, anointed
just carried on his works among those who paid attention
He ignored the human boxes made by the hands of men
much more relevant things to do than philosophisingGod is Good God is great; god is substance, and everything we have
Where once a garden was made up of God,
they called it paradises, before the lie started
Created they god in the image of man
Gave him a heart of words,
as simple as mans
Gave him a ruling rod over our heads,
taxed for every breath of air
Sat him on a throne with snowy white hair on his head
Made a date for firy final judgements
But rather all they invented was vanity
and create him as they themselves could see.
Blamed him to accountable,
for every thought of the head.
Vanity vanity, all is madness from the begining
Thank you God for the breath of life
That I have received from the moment
I left my mothers womb.- charitythere is no such thing as moonlight, but only sunlight further bent
lesser lamp always pointing to the greater source beyond
she is fickle only visits, only sometimes fully lit
though her influence undoubted on this tiny lovely orb
constant stands the real source giving light and warming rays
counting days that men are given, moonstruck men avoid that gaze
preferring images to true reality, speculation not messages
romantic fantasies to true love, old to new covenant
any author, any famous any old alternative
to what our God has offered that men may truly live
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