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  • #141404
    lineon
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    Hi Irene

    We can only think what will happen to these type people. I can't believe that this type person will accept God's way of thinking, but then again I have never come face to face with our Lord. I believe to come face to face with our Lord must be something huge and to be so over whelming that you just have to accept our Lord's way of life. Stalin and those type people are so obsessed with them selves that they will have difficulty breaking away from them selves.

    #141415
    Cindy
    Participant

    Quote (lineon @ Aug. 19 2009,14:40)
    Hi Irene

    We can only think what will happen to these type people. I can't believe that this type person will accept God's way of thinking, but then again I have never come face to face with our Lord. I believe to come face to face with our Lord must be something huge and to be so over whelming that you just have to accept our Lord's way of life. Stalin and those type people are so obsessed with them selves that they will have difficulty breaking away from them selves.


    Paul persecuted the Christian heavily before He became a Christian. Can God change even Stalin and Hitler? Who knows. We will find out one day, however. Knowing that you are German too, did you go through the Bombing, or how old are you? I can remember well how we ran for our lives, to the Bunkers. It was a horrible time. Also most German did not know what went on with the Jews. My Mother had to sign a paper promising never to have more Children, because I had Asthma and my Grandmother too. She was on that list, my Mother told me. She looked out, because the War ended.
    Peace and Love Irene

    #142166
    lineon
    Participant

    Blindness yet again
    As I fell asleep I lived again.
    I came to a place known as ‘Heaven’ and there I saw a river a sparkling fresh river, alive in color and life. A river flowing sparkling as it goes. The name of the river is the ‘River of Life’.
    I stood there on the it’s banks, undecided, not knowing where my thoughts are coming from.
    I could think of the river’s name by just looking at it and the name made perfect sense to me, River of Life.
    The river was perfect, a beautiful dark color, growing fruit trees on it‘s banks. Fruit that does not rot, would stay on the trees until picked.
    I looked into the distance and which ever way I looked I could see a bright light, a light so pure and perfect that I was drawn to it. I just had to go there. The more I looked and thought about this light, I knew it was ‘The City of Glory’.
    The River of Life flowed from this city, I set my mind to go there. Many others had the same thought, we knew we were the servants of the ‘Most High’. In this unity we went forward expecting nothing less than serving the Most High in song and deeds.
    The landscape stretched on as far as the eye could see. Rolling plains of grass, wheat, vines etc. I could not see mountains.
    People living off the land seemed indifferent to me, they seemed to be satisfied with their life, no urgency. The believers I traveled with just had one thought, to reach the City of Glory.

    [to be continued]
    Lineon

    #142171
    lineon
    Participant

    Quote (Cindy @ Aug. 19 2009,08:35)

    Quote (lineon @ Aug. 19 2009,14:40)
    Hi Irene

    We can only think what will happen to these type people. I can't believe that this type person will accept God's way of thinking, but then again I have never come face to face with our Lord. I believe to come face to face with our Lord must be something huge and to be so over whelming that you just have to accept our Lord's way of life. Stalin and those type people are so obsessed with them selves that they will have difficulty breaking away from them selves.


    Paul persecuted the Christian heavily before He became a Christian.  Can God change even Stalin and Hitler?  Who knows.  We will find out one day, however.  Knowing that you are German too, did you go through the Bombing, or how old are you?  I can remember well how we ran for our lives, to the Bunkers.  It was a horrible time.  Also most German did not know what went on with the Jews.  My Mother had to sign a paper promising never to have more Children, because I had Asthma and my Grandmother too.  She was on that list, my Mother told me.  She looked out, because the War ended.
    Peace and Love Irene


    Hi Irene

    Sorry that I took a little while in answering you!
    No I did not experience the war, thankfully.
    I think it is one part of the German experience that many Germans want to forget about and move on.

    The war had a great impact on human life, many people can only speak about their war experience.
    Strange how earth shattering experiences affect people differently.

    Have a great day to you and Georg.

    Lineon

    #142415
    lineon
    Participant

    Blindness yet again [cont]

    The landscape that surrounded me was gentle to look at, not the harsh mountains, deserts and volcanoes that I had come to know and left behind.
    With this new language in my head which the Lord our God had given me I could converse with anyone.
    I could speak to anyone that I met and they would understand me and I them. Yet they could not understand each other unless they were part of the family.
    I was beginning to understand that I was part of a new world, a new heaven and new earth that the Almighty has created. I was on my way to The City of Glory to be come His servant with the group of believers I was with.
    We traveled fast along the River of Life for our new bodies were light and we were in control, I would think and I would be there.
    We arrived at the cities gate with a brilliance radiating from it and the name of ‘Thomas’ inscribed on it. In the distance I could see another gate with a brilliant light coming from it.
    People were standing in front of these gates their only aim was to blasphemy our Great God in Heaven.
    There were liars, sources, all the vileness that the human was made up of was standing verifying us.
    I reached out to these people wanting them to become part of me but I became part of them.

    Lineon

    #157624
    lineon
    Participant

    Dogs of War

    Family, friends and strangers
    Listen to my words
    That is running around in our heads,
    ‘Righteousness within the head!,
    Or righteousness within the heart!’.

    You tell me who is the dog of war,
    Follower of the law
    Or follower of grace.?
    We are the dogs of war!
    Followers of the law.

    Understand My righteousness
    That warms the heart.
    The lust, it will be no more
    It destroys in the name of war,
    It is our lust for war.

    Escape this destructible lust!
    Our faith cannot stand alone
    Goodness should come into our heart
    Then knowledge should follow in quick pursuit
    Self control must not be missed out.

    Add endurance to the bunch of keys,
    Godliness also enhances our faith
    With brotherly love,
    And above all love should be mastered,
    These keys completes our circle of faith.

    These qualities should be strived for,
    No more war
    Within
    Or without.
    Jesus Christ is king
    Within
    And without.

    #161676
    lineon
    Participant

    Truth; Difficult To Come By

    “Believe in Jesus Christ”
    I shout into my skull.
    Numb with the lusts
    Of life,
    I grab my thoughts on my right
    And push them over the cliff.
    My thoughts on the left
    I leave them where they are
    In the cage, that I have built in my head.

    Those thoughts
    That I had pushed over the cliff
    Tumble and turn
    Dashing them selves broken
    Into depression and tears
    They cannot rise
    They are broken,
    They curl up
    And die.

    My caged thoughts
    Snap and laugh like a hyena,
    Snapping at my hands
    Directing them into unwanted situations,
    Laughing into my head
    Crystal like, repeating them selves in every prism
    Clear and loud.
    Like the scavenger my thoughts are
    The hyena is eating up my heart.

    In my head some stray thought
    Clings onto the name of Jesus Christ,
    That has been shouted into my head.
    This stray thought has a sense of sensibility
    And craves for this powerful name of Jesus Christ
    To come and live within,
    In humbleness this stray thought bows
    To the King.

    Like a blow of light my body is engulfed,
    Like a bunch of juicy green grapes
    My thoughts uncurl and come alive.
    My heart ache throbs with spilt blood
    My wound will not stop bleeding,
    My sin is so great.
    The stubborn hyena
    Will bow to no king
    And vows to laugh until the end.

    The Light has now engulfed my soul,
    Swept through me from head to toe
    Every nook and cranny has come alive
    Every cell has been reborn,
    Alive with hope.
    My hyena lives in me still
    With no hope,
    No thoughts
    Caged into the deep darkness of my mind.

    Lineon

    #161679
    banana
    Participant

    Quote (lineon @ Dec. 02 2009,06:56)
    Truth; Difficult To Come By

    “Believe in Jesus Christ”
    I shout into my skull.
    Numb with the lusts
    Of life,
    I grab my thoughts on my right
    And push them over the cliff.
    My thoughts on the left
    I leave them where they are
    In the cage, that I have built in my head.

    Those thoughts
    That I had pushed over the cliff
    Tumble and turn
    Dashing them selves broken
    Into depression and tears
    They cannot rise
    They are broken,
    They curl up
    And die.

    My caged thoughts
    Snap and laugh like a hyena,
    Snapping at my hands
    Directing them into unwanted situations,
    Laughing into my head
    Crystal like, repeating them selves in every prism
    Clear and loud.
    Like the scavenger my thoughts are
    The hyena is eating up my heart.  

    In my head some stray thought
    Clings onto the name of Jesus Christ,
    That has been shouted into my head.
    This stray thought has a sense of sensibility
    And craves for this powerful name of Jesus Christ
    To come and live within,
    In humbleness this stray thought bows
    To the King.

    Like a blow of light my body is engulfed,
    Like a bunch of juicy green grapes
    My thoughts uncurl and come alive.
    My heart ache throbs with spilt blood
    My wound will not stop bleeding,
    My sin is so great.
    The stubborn hyena
    Will bow to no king
    And vows to laugh until the end.

    The Light has now engulfed my soul,
    Swept through me from head to toe
    Every nook and cranny has come alive
    Every cell has been reborn,
    Alive with hope.
    My hyena lives in me still
    With no hope,
    No thoughts
    Caged into the deep darkness of my mind.

    Lineon


    Hello Stranger! Welcome back, look at our users name. Is that weird? Our Harddrive on our 2 Month old computer broke and then again I could not log in with my former users name. We have been IM4Truth, Tiffany, Cindy, Irene, Georg and now banana. Thanks for all those nice post and I am glad your back. Don't leave again,please.
    Peace and Love Irene

    #192441
    Arnold
    Participant

    This is a tread started because some wanted to write Poems. Charity did…..

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