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son of thunder sheathe your sword
for greater powers will manifest
when trust through faith is cast abroad
not by might nor by power man is not the enemymere vessels vassals servants all whom will you serve?
I MAKE THE MASTER PROUD OF BEING GOOD CITIZEN
I RESPECT THE AUTORITIES WHATEVER THEIR LEVEL
THEY ARE GOD'S EMISSERIESFOR KEEPING ORDER
IT IS BY GOD'S WILL BY DOING GOOD, I MIGHT CURE THE IGNORENCE OF THE FOUL,
WHO THINK I AM IB DABFER TO SOCIETY.
I EXERCISE MY FREEDOMBY SERVIN GOD, NOT BY BREAKING THE RULES.
I TREAT EVERONE I MEET WITH DIGNIRY, I LOVE MY SPIRITUAL FAMILY,
REVEREGOD AND RESPECT THE GOVENMENT.
PEACE AND LOVE IREME
“If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.”
-Horace quotes (Ancient Roman Poet. 65 BC-8 BC)“Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.”
-William Shakespeare“Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger than common joys”
-Alphonse de Lamartine“There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.”
-Leon BloyGOD LOVES THOSE WHO LOVE HIM, AND THOSE WHO SEEK HIM WILL FIND HIM1, GOD SO LOVED THE
WORLD THAT HE PRIZED THEM THAT LOED HIM.PEACE AND LOVE IRENE
Quote (charity @ Dec. 09 2008,17:59) Desiderata
By Max EhrmannGo placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in
silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be
greater and lesser persons than yourself.Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career,
however humble;
it is a real possession in the
changing fortunes of time.Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit
to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark
imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with
your soul.With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Good stuff here, Sis!Thank you for sharing this.
Love to you,
MandyWhere can I go
Which ancient path
Can convince me that 'truth' is dead?
Must I follow the route
To India
Ethiopia
Peru
To Mexico
Egypt
Atlantic
To the Easter Island,
Which ancient civilization is steeped into the 'truth'?Has the ancient welwetschia
Got the aura of 'truth'
Or the red wood tree
The tortosia
The ant
Who can convince me
That 'truth' is dead
That 'truth' is alive
That 'truth' is to come?
The ancient sun
Sister moon
The millions of stars?You can all talk
A hole into my head
But not convince me
That 'truth' is dead.
'Truth' is alive
Walking in my pants
Seeking guidance
From the Bible
'Truth' am I
Only I can
Let 'truth' fly away.Is my 'truth'
Your 'truth'?
Lord Jesus is my key!For the universe to see.
LineonI have searched
In India
Ethiopia
Australia
America
Nowhere can I find 'it',
My feet are blistered
My knees are raw.I have searched
In offices
houses
boardrooms
churches
Nowhere can I find 'it',
My mind is blistered
My brain is raw.I have searched
In myself
my soul
my human spirit
God's Spirit
Yes, this is where I found 'it',
My mind is free
My brain is worshiping God.Lineon
O Lord our God
Please answer us
Show us that you are real,
Many millions of voices
Are calling You
Imploring You
To satisfy our needs, confusion.O Lord my God
I am calling
Please answer me
Like You did in ancient times.“Can you understand
Yourself O man,
How can I answer you O man
If your confusion is supreme?
You O man
You have lost your makeup
You have fallen asleep
The masses is your bed.
Stand up!
Wipe your eyes
And understand that you are dying!”Lineon
Here is a poem that the Lord gave me at the very beginning of my awareness of the eternal realm of glory. It has been posted at only one other heaven forum, to my knowledge that is. Punctuation was originally set for separate stanzas and is now in error in this large paragraph though.
About two years ago I happened to be out in our local neighborhood park where I live, giving our house pet retriever her accustomed evening walk. I have long been a Christian, and that evening, upon gazing up into the glorious and vast starry heavens, my spirit was overcome with such a foretaste of heavenly glory that I had never known possible prior to that evening. It was joyous beyond human expression, absolutely off the charts from our feeble concepts. As the celestial zephyrs wafted into my innermost being, a peace unlike any I had ever sensed before flooded my soul with rivers and rivers of unfathomable peace, fantastic peace. I had previously known the initial peace and joy of first trusting in Christ, but this was different…Way, way more and intense in degree. You will just have to wait and see for yourself. As the evening concluded, I walked back to my house and attempted to share with my good, Christian wife my experience, but she simply couldn't partake of it, it was for me alone, or was it? To my great surprise, upon walking the dog the following evening, the same identical experience repeated itself, all over again, and I was eating it up with indescribable relish. Here is where all this gets interesting: This cycle, this enduring heavenly foretaste kept up it's blessed repetitive rounds for about two and one half weeks until I began to shift from bliss to fear as I finally asked the Lord, “Lord, what are you trying to tell me? Are you doing this to prepare me for my coming home?” The next day I had an unaccountable peace and assurance that I was not coming home, but that I was a member of a race and planet that are soon to end. That is half of what I feel this whole experience was about; It is God's will for the Christian Church to get ready for heaven. Our history will be concluding before too long and time is of the essence for us. Well, off to the park the next evening and guess what? Yeh, you guessed it… All over again, on and on, each evening for about four and one half weeks total of the same evening, heavenly foretastes. I was beginning to crush under the load of glory and found my bliss an unshakeable distraction to my daily duties! Realizing that there had to be some other purpose for this visitation, I finally conceived that it just might be possible that the Lord wished for me to preserve my burden in some literary fashion for others. Yes, that was it! I walked calmly into my study, took up my pen and begin to write out, as best I could, and the stanzas flowed out onto the paper like the oil down upon Aaron's beard. When my little poem of fifteen stanzas was completed I, of course, walked out into our local park at the next opportunity, expecting the usual waves of bliss to assuage my now overflowing soul, only to find that my heavenly raptures had ceased. It had accomplished it's intention, and I am now left with this little poem which I also share with you. May it bless your soul, as it did mine then and now, in the love of Christ.
THERE IS A LAND
There is a land, beyond the clouds,
beyond Orion's brow,
Where, angels gowned, in grace renown, look down and ponder, 'How?'
'Oh how, oh how do mortal men, those transient specks in time,
'Enwrap their eyes, with all that dies, while nobler things, sublime,
'Are set on every verdant hill, in every fragrant vale,
'In every glimmering, golden hall, where we immortals dwell?'
Where is this land, where every breeze sings soft in metered rhyme?
Where every thought, or look, is sought, to dwell on things divine?
Where is a tree, a flowery bough, so weighed with blossoms there,
That glory blooms with sweet perfume, profusely in the air?
Oh, show me now that marbled court, immeasurable to see,
Pavilioned square, yet ends no where, to walk eternally.
If but; To reach, to touch, to hold, to tell them all my heart,
With words of love, like those above, in sentimental art.
To trek that endless, vast domain, immense beyond our dreams,
Yet ever find, another kind, of new and glorious scene.
Oh, show me now Seraphic guest, oh, guide me to the gate,
And take my hand, throughout that land, where all these treasures wait.
Then, in another, different tone, I heard a voice, divine,
Call sweetly there, 'My realm, I'll share, and show you where to find.
'Now take my hand, you'll know it by, a lonely nail print there,
'For heaven is of, my limitless love, which sails throughout it's air.
'And no one finds a silvery stream, or tastes celestial wine,
'Or seeks to touch, with holy hush, the smallest thing of mine,'
'No eye has every yet beheld, the Mighty Mount of God,
'Where choruses blend, their praise to send, in joyous, solemn bond,'
'But only those who find that gate, will walk on streets of gold,
'When galaxies pine, away with time, and lower worlds enfold.'
'I am that Gate,' He said to me, 'I am the Truth, the Way,'
'Oh, seeking soul, this Gate behold,
'I AM, I AM THE WAY.'
John 14:6Hi Sirius
Thanks for the confirment of our future home.
That is to say if I make it!It's always nice to see glimpses into the future.
I do wish every believer has these type visions.Lineon
We search for miracles
We pray for signs.We scoff at miracles
We play down God's signs.How can miracles be given
How can signs be shown?To a people so self assured
To a people who have no shame.“Our God is watching us
From a distance.”I search for miracles
I pray for signs.I don't scoff at miracles
I don't play down God's signs.Miricales are given
Signs are shown.To a people in graace
To a people in faith.“Gods message is near you
On your lips and in your heart.”Lineon
Your grace of love to mankind
Is formed slowly in my mind,
Your Laws are edged into this heart of mine
Never to leave my minds eye again.Your grace of love to humankind
Has become falling manna,
Like rain upon our skin
Washing us clean.Your grace of love to mankind
Was brought to us by this one man
Jesus Christ born in Bethlehem
Whipped and crucified in Jerusalem.Your grace of love to humankind
Has brought us freedom,
Unique to me
Unique to you.Lineon
Happy puppy dog tails with fluffy ears
Happy holiday's …..poetry friends
cheers
and a large salute to lineon, giving day after day enjoyable reads.charity
I am
What
I am
I walk upon your understandings,
I reach out towards you
I only touch a few.
I look upon My creation
I do not see growth in you.I am
What
I am, The Gardener,
I plant My seed in furtile soil,
I provide even growth into a dark world,
I instill manna, crumb for crumb in every seed
I water them while they grow,
I see weeds influencing My seeds.I am
What
I am, A Sanctuary,
I pave a road in wisdom,
I plant trees of life on either side,
I provide the river of life
I let it flow from My throne far and wide
I want to include everyone.Lineon
And all the best to you my spiritual friend,
May 2009 be your creation year as well!!And to all of HEAVENNET web-friends
May you all find each other
In your spiritual quest.Lineon
No One Spoke
Someone comes running
Lost in breath and thought,
Knocks on one thousand and one doors
Waking every one in the stillness
Of the night.
“Have no fear, have no fear
It is only I who rampages
Through out the night.”
No one sturd
No one spoke.Lineon
smile
Creation storm 2009
Twill be fun to see
a 3RD creation formedFrom failed prophesy,
charity arises
and that which shall cease
AS FAR
to even its Knowledge
SHALL disappear
jolt the imaginations
far abroad
to understand what failed what?
and even among A holy 2nd creation
The knowledge of fail
SHALL cause hearts to stop?Tis it better to hearken and hear now?
even to….
Investigating the things that arise before us?
The bible contains more than one faith!!!!
more than one hope!
several shouting gods!!!
DESTROYING EACH OTHER
can ONE possible see and understand?
yet A precept upon precept
a god upon god
all have SUCKCEEDED
blinded the way.
tHAT
the fear of God, has not made perfect!
yet a perfectly stupid AN INSANE creation!-charity
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