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some look back at the dim reflections of light rebounding
from tombstones and sepuchres, shrouds and salt pillars
as if man could be more than a passing visage a moment
in time, mere grass to be cut down empty vessels useless
turn around, see the Source fully visible in the face of Christthe anger of man only reflects what is carnal
and still subject to vanity and subject to hurt
for vengeance abides where our kingdom lives
and if we serve ourselves then such is no gainQuote (Nick Hassan @ Oct. 15 2008,05:53) the anger of man only reflects what is carnal
and still subject to vanity and subject to hurt
for vengeance abides where our kingdom lives
and if we serve ourselves then such is no gain
Very good reminder.frustration is alive where man's will is the ruler
when our vision guides where we place our feet
through much tribulation we reach our salvation
trust does demand helplessness not our control.depression takes over as hope leaves the room
but hope seen yet ethereal true hope must hide
bound in faith trusting promises knowing burdens
replaced with a yoke of new service within to abideyesterday's problems surface to gall us today
unless forgiveness habitual, longsuffering rules
patience born of self failures, false paths taken
past now seen among others, who can judge, youbury the hatchet, friend, or bury your hurt
but delaying resolution brings unfortunate fruit
resentment invested brings judgement and pain
let go and stay free we have so much to gainQuote (Nick Hassan @ Oct. 15 2008,06:23) bury the hatchet, friend, or bury your hurt
but delaying resolution brings unfortunate fruit
resentment invested brings judgement and pain
let go and stay free we have so much to gain
Holy Cow…..you are being prophetic now, brother. God has spoken to me through this post of yours!!!those adjudged at heavens table seek their joy in finding fault
hopelessness their sad bedfellow so time invested hating hope
sending darts against their Maker striking servants in the way
judging goodness stealing solace counting down their last daysearthly man fashions his mind according to earthly things
and judges all by worldly limits, so clever but incomplete
finding eager audiences itching ears need such definition
no room for sacred, divine declared off limits man must rule
or the burdens of sin and insecurity become too unbearablevaliant warriors uphold their views like flags
waving high to catch the wind of popular consent
but war is ended peace can reign why take on an Enemy
when undeserved friendship's hand is still outstretched to menyou brought your books then add them to this pile over here
they will be useful stoking fires when the world is getting cold
for the book you need is specified and no other matches truth
that warms your heart and wins your mind if you accept it's rulecome out of her she is condemned, with you could fall
declared an enemy of God she has her future foretold
a millstone for her hateful crimes her unrepentant ways
no fear of God was ever found within her wicked naves
she has no hold on you her teachings,not from the king
and though your family served her, cast her evil bonds
aside and expose her nakedness and shame speak truth
share the words of forgiveness and freedom from her filththey peered up at the arches admiring the clever mason's work
while the cracks enlarged and dust began to tumble to the earth
will they find the door still opens when the stones are tumbling down
or will they join in the carnage while the danger signs are still ignored?you may be utterly convinced and still be right out of line
you may find some support in scripture but not the divine
for we are not here to build babelic towers once again but
find the truths that will withstand the scrutiny of heaveni brought my boxes of isms and i wonder if you would join with me
in defining your ideas as isms so we can have an fine ism gallery
and then make up a library of isms, could you name it after me
a pile of useless labels where we ponder our isms, believe nothingI revisited the streets of old
Where I gave my soul
To Him Who is our King,
These streets are still so dark
Shadowy figures move about
No Light is in sight.As I walk I strain my eyes
For in this darkness there is no Light.
I see girls and boys
Men and women
Makeup on each one
Lipstick, eye shadow and blush,
I smell a scent
I have never smelled before,
I am drawn to this crowed
I am slowly reeled in.
But than I smell the booze
I see the drugs
I see the vanity of it all.
I recognize my son who is in the crowd,
But the scent that smells so good
Won't let him go.I pray for Light
I pray for our King
To save this planet
Of all it's woes
To teach the language
That God only knows.Lineon
Quote (gentleness @ Sep. 30 2008,19:53) My Cat
I had a cat named Oreo,
He was black and white like a piano.
Then at the break of day
He ran away,
And we found him on the roadeo.
Hi GentlenessI am glad you found your cat!
Lineon
they passed through the cloud and walked through the sea,
they drank from the same Spirit of Christ as does the Body
but their bones litter the desert as a message to you and me
not to assume lightly on the salvation given, walk carefully.they complained against the plan instead of seeking blessing
they revelled in the physical, but never grasped the miracles
of their clothes never wearing and their daily needs being met
fed the meat of truth by Moses but still it never found a home
in their hearts and minds, rebellion never loosed it's fatal grip
they even set up their own gods and indulged in pagan idolatry
cycles recurring, has anything changed in the history of man
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