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no more useless role than judge of God, to turn the words He gave into
spikes to wound His soul, as if we had the right to more than breath
when even that is easily stopped, our chances given here limited to,
agree or not, no argument or foolish fuss, negotiations not entered into.Greetings Nick….Iam not sure whether this an ODE or even prose…but none the less it has captured my attention and will keep it forever….Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after rightousness for they shall be filled….
Blessed are the mercifull…For they shall obtain mercy…
Blessed are the peacemakers…for they shall be called the children of God…As you well know there are several other passages that I have omitted…Jesus delivered this sermon as a means of communicating using either Prose/or Poetry….
Hi TJ,
Scripture is beautifully crafted poetry.
Hos 11
1When Israel was a child, then I loved him, and called my son out of Egypt.2As they called them, so they went from them: they sacrificed unto Baalim, and burned incense to graven images.
3I taught Ephraim also to go, taking them by their arms; but they knew not that I healed them.
4I drew them with cords of a man, with bands of love: and I was to them as they that take off the yoke on their jaws, and I laid meat unto them.
Look up ahead
At the Bright Light,
Hold onto the Light Beams
Accept all the Faith
Given every day
No one can take it away.Look up ahead
Christ Jesus is our start,
The end has past
Faith is a big step to take
Knowing your life has a new start
Brothers and sisters can stay in the past.Lineon
O, Lord my God,
One Day I hope to walk on the Highway of Happiness,
With all the Saints,and singing praises to you forever more.
Only Happiness, no more tears and no more sorrow, no more pain.
Grant me O LOrd all that what you have promised.
Find me worthy, O Lord.Peace and LOve Irene
YOU MAY NOT REALIZE IT, but you are a gifted gardener. Though you may be incapable of keeping a simple house plant alive, you are an accomplished gardener none the less. The soil you work in is not of this world. No! It is the soil of human heart.
Your children are your fertile field, and in their hearts you have tenderly planted your seeds of love, joy, peace, Patience's, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control. At times, you have courageously protected your precious field from destructive and uninvited strangers. When spiritual or physical disease threatened, you worked with bleeding hands to free the roots of life from contaminates.
You have nursed the wounds left by the violent storms of life. You have struggled threw seasons of drought; you have celebrated at the sight of unhampered growth. You have weeded, watered, plowed, and prayed.In turn, you should know that your labor of love has not gone unnoticed. You are deeply loved and appreciated, not only by hearts you have tended and cared for, but by the God who made you the mother(an expert gardener). You are.
God bless you, Mom.
Peace and Love
Irenelet there be light let that light lead follow that light
in your moments of need till the light grows within
a lamp that you share with the darkened ones there
reaching out pleading eyes of despair knowing something
is missing some facts do not add all the earth stuff
we read lacks an authentic air only measurements
signposts of something much bigger that orders and
balances lives and appointments, good things and bad.
godly fingers so close want to hold up and care.Clay standing tall all aquiver and righteous upbraids the Creator
for making him thus, ignorance unto folly the laughter above
hides a sadness He bears that the eyes did not see nor the ears
receive, ransom from flesh offered all, now likeness to Him.. freeevery circus has a clown to lift up those that life brought down
he makes himself a fool for cash suffering the ribald laughter as
within the painted smile who knows if he himself has known the lows
and learned to hide behind his face a broken hearted countenancethe songbird high still sings his song though nest is broken, eggs are gone
all nature knows that joy today, heart's precious treasure making strong
and problems pass, the sun does shine and nothing matters, we should sing
instead of wasting so much time wondering, worrying, philosophising.there is a tempo heaven set that rules the universe and yet
men try to figure out a way of sorting life out day by day
if only they would seek the will of Him who rules that rhythm,
let Him guide us daily step by step unto harmonic resonancecatastrophe for liberty but men still baulk and wait
with all to lose and nil to gain they yarn outside the gate
not wanting to be first to enter, herd gambling instincts win
the gate is creaking soon to close their future sealed in what they chose.they went to fish on whim of men and caught not one all night
but when the master came along he saw the fish out on the right
1, 53 they dragged ashore when the will of God was sought
a lesson learned, just fish when told, he'll fill the heaven net.God 0f our Fathers, whose almighty hand,
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band.
Of shinning worlds in splendor, through the skies,
Our grateful Songs before Thy throne arise.Thy Love Divine, hath led us in the past,
lo' this free land by Thee our lot is cast.
Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay.
Thy Word our Law, Thy paths our chosen way.From wars alarms, from deadly pestilence,
Be Thy strong arm our ever-sure defence.
Thy true religion, in our hearts increase,
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.
Forever more, Amen.
Peace and Love IreneIn grief and pain at his Father's hand he suffered more than most do
for while he was true father's ward he must be found perfect, sinfree,
no lie within his mouth, the law all fulfilled, chosen vessel for works sublime
found clean and perfect in his ways, God dwells in many in one man, for all timethough scarlet shall be white as snow, God's memory washed clear
slate is wiped as we wipe slates, releasing debt, forgiving first
what we give out comes back to us pressed down and overflowing
the kingdom law of love rebounding, mercy living, mercy lastssimplicity sidelines intellects, corrupt of man, so easily confused,
beguiled by clever words and derivations, vainly thoughts reach up
and challenge Him who wrote it all for men, enough to know is written
there, no addition needed, no fabrications He admires, no fabricators sparedcharges dropped, no case to answer, though know guilty unto death
the prisoners out of darkness now laughing frolicking in the sun
calves released from cramping stalls they run and leap about
the verdict innocent, no witness found, forgiveness in the Songet some eye balm ,look again, view is different up above
for men love wealth, strength and power while needy men,
the poor and meek, have heaven's ear, glory their inheritance
those who have will not have soon, while those who lack soon will
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