Lamb's poet

2012-02-01T16:35:00.001-05:00

“… they are forgiven. “

It is said that children test the boundaries set for them by parents, teachers and elders, and that when parents fail to establish and enforce boundaries children crave them; they want to know when they do wrong. And they also want to and need to know when they do the right thing. I identify with this. I grew up in a home where the boundaries were nebulous and what boundaries there were I easily circumvented when I entered into my teens. I got in a LOT of trouble. This has had an effect on my life since I was born again in 1976.

When I belonged to a church which honored prophetic gifts and prophets from 1988 onward several prophets spoke the word and the heart of the Lord to me. I cannot remember one word which did not encourage me to a greater or lesser extent. Yet often I would ask God to give me a word to tell me what I was doing wrong! I wanted correction, I wanted boundaries. Even in this past week I thought to go to a pastor prophet I have known to ask for a word from the Lord: a word that would “really tell me like it is”, that would correct me or even rebuke me, even harshly.

Two days ago I was praying and thinking when the Lord spoke to me in the still small voice. I don’t share this lightly because it is not something that some people believe can happen today. But Jesus is not impotent today. He can still speak. The question is: “Will we believe He can speak to us and will we listen for His voice?”

What God said was this: “You have brought your sins before me, they are forgiven.” I doubt I will soon if ever forget hearing those words! To me their meaning is at once concise and comprehensive. It acknowledged my being a sinner, thus rebuking me albeit ever so gently. At the same time it gave me great courage and joy. I saw that God my Father truly sees only the blood of His Son covering all my sins. It is almost that after believing the Gospel of Christ God ignores the sins I have done and will yet do! I don’t want any to think that I take this as an excuse for sinning even one more time! It is not; there is never an excuse for sin.

Today I called that pastor prophet and shared this testimony with him. As we talked I was able also to see that when a believer sins after his/her salvation, that and every sin carries a new weight of shame previously unknown. For now he/she/I understand what sin is (evil), who it offends (God), and what (my/your) sin required (the bloody death of the Son of God!)! It is understandable that we might desperately want God to rebuke us and correct us severely. And I’m not so sure that He won’t do that in some cases. He did “upbraid” the disciples for “their unbelief and hardness of heart, because they believed not them which had seen him after he was risen.” Mark 16:14 But God is LOVE!

He truly showed me that LOVE in those few words: “You have brought your sins before me, they are forgiven.” I know my own heart as you know yours, yet we can’t know each other’s. We don’t need to. The shame of my sin is enough to humble me, as your sins are enough to humble you. That God forgives such an evil man as me is truly beyond my human comprehension. But by the Holy Spirit’s inspiration, by His filling up of my understanding I am able to agree and receive the gift of Christ’s sacrifice and righteousness in exchange for ALL my shameful sins!

It is 35 years since I was born again FROM ABOVE. Many days in that time were lost to sinning. I have had two extended periods of backsliding, and many years of confused faith and living. But God IS FAITHFUL! He that began a good work in me is bringing it to completion! One scripture which seemed so foreign to me in 1976 is absolutely true of me today: “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new (2 Corinthians 5:17). ! An another I learned somewhat later is burning its way (in a good way!) into my soul: “For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day” (2 Timothy 1:12). ! Hallelu Yah!

Thank You Jesus. To God be the glory, great things and with me seemingly impossible things He has done.

~ STRANGE Christmas Greetings 2011 ~

2011-11-29T14:51:00.004-05:00

Are YOU asleep in the culture of death?

~STRANGE Christmas Greetings 2011~

Govans (Baltimore), Md.

Monday November 28th, 2011

Dear friends, neighbors and Dear enemies, Dear christian,

Shalom! Thanksgiving has come and as a day it has gone in 2011. Christmas is very near. I write to you this strange (Thanksgiving and Christmas, holiday, or seasonal) greeting from my temporary shelter in Baltimore, Maryland in the United States of America. Christmas especially is a memorial, a reminder (should we need one) of the birth of the Savior of all who will trust in Him and His Father, and a reminder that He not only died for us, He was born for us, Emmanuel. To many this is not strange. What is strange about Christmas?

I heard it said recently that we don’t have a whole heart until it is broken. And this must be true! If we are well, if we are entirely satisfied with ourselves, we must be deceived. Why? Because we are dying. Our lives are vapors, passing away after a short 30, 60 or 100 years. Our bodily demise is always a moment away.

Our hearts are physically broken. The life they pump through our veins is unsustainable because in the realest and truest sense our hearts are broken. If we think otherwise we are truly deluded. Only when we see our hearts are broken, when we discover that they are broken far beyond our ability to repair them, will we then in their brokenness and in our honest integrity be able to receive from God in Christ the remedy which makes them whole.

It seems incongruous, but in our bodies which are perishing, God has caused our souls, our persons, our essence to be whole before Him, and to be alive by His mercy and grace forever.

This truth, which comes as a gift from Jesus who is the TRUTH, this is something worth our humble thanksgiving and worship all day every day. Amen?

I also heard someone pray, “Jesus, break my heart with the things that break Your Heart.” That is a difficult prayer to pray. I think the only thing that breaks Jesus’ Heart is sin. There is a ton of that going around. But this is a prayer which will cause to be conformed into His image. God gives grace to those who are grieved as He is. Ezekiel Chapter 9 is a remarkable testimony to that fact. I hope the rest of this strange letter upholds humble the need to be troubled by sin, by that which grieves God.

Again and again I am reminded and unable to forget or ignore the insanity and inanity of the current thinking of many Americans on illegal aliens and immigration and “the practice” (I will identify the strange practice later). This sounds like condemnation, but it is not, for I too suffer from unclean and stupid thinking, even if God has delivered me from much of it. It may sound like judgment, and this it is. We all make judgments every day. They may be wise or foolish. Jesus did say: “Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.” John 7:24 The thinking I am writing about is that American sovereignty must exclude foreign workers, especially illegal aliens from doing American jobs on American soil. It might be a reasonable legal view for illegal immigrants, but let’s ask some reasonable questions:

Why do aliens come in to the US illegally?

The answer is first and foremost that they come for work and for the U.S. dollar. Secondly they come in for criminal activity (and the U.S. dollar). Thirdly they come as enemies of the U.S. to overthrow the U.S. government(s). Let’s not be overly concerned with the second and third answers here, though they too are very important problems to solve.

Why aren’t American workers doing the work illegals come for?

Illegals have worked for very low wages in industries accustomed to very low profit margins. Illegals routinely worked harvesting crops for wages below the minimum wage, wages Americans would and could not legally accept in jobs Americans supposedly did not want to perform. I’m not sure how long the farmers of the south, and south west have been employing alien workers. My memory of controversy goes back to the sixties to the grape and lettuce crops in California and Caesar Chavez. (Chavez worked for the Community Service Organization, a Latino civil rights group from 1952 until 1962.

The idea that Americans were unwilling to do this hard work picking crops may have been the result of the below minimum wages offered to attract illegals. Regardless, illegals have been picking our crops for a long time. But for several decades illegals have been taking jobs in other industries, most typically food service and restaurant work, and landscaping and gardening. But why are more and more jobs in the USA held by illegals? Where are we? Where are the Americans? Where did we all go? While the economy has lost several million jobs since 2008 and some illegals have gone home having lost theirs, there are still 12 million or more illegals in the U.S. Why is there still so much room in the job market for illegals?

There are so many factors that a book would be necessary to expose the matter fully. But I think of several factors as very relevant to this dilemma.

Capitalism and capitalists, in specific American capitalists have become more devoted to profits than to the nation. Because of this illegals at low wages are in demand over Americans. Additionally illegals coming from poverty prove to be eager and productive workers, while Americans have succumbed to their sense of “entitlement” to high wages, union and government benefits, and legal resources. The federal government exacerbates the matter by placing regulations on businesses raising their costs. Business owners not finding illegals to work for them will and do move their business to other nations. Finally illegals are starting and running their own businesses and likely avoiding payroll income and social security taxes.

American patriots are conflicted, confused and/or ignorant if they condemn illegals as wholly responsible as lawbreakers and even as economic enemies. How can our farms and businesses run smoothly and profitably with American workers while “made in America” policies and practices encourage the hiring of illegals or foreigners?

But one more time I ask, “Why do aliens come in to the US illegally? Why aren’t American workers doing the work illegals come for? Where are we? Where are the Americans? Where did we all go? Why is there still so much room in the job market for illegals?”

These questions have one more answer. It is the most telling answer, in my opinion. Where are they (we)? Shockingly twenty five percent, one of four of American workers have died every year for 35 years. These have not been ill, and have not retired. They have died? What was their cause of death? It was and continues to be abortion. Leaving aside the moral objections so many have against abortion, we need to understand the economic consequences of abortion. Abortion “is the practice.”

The closest Bible reference I have found to modern abortion is found in Jeremiah:

“[… thus saith the LORD] And they built the high places of Baal, which are in the valley of the son of Hinnom, to cause their sons and their daughters to pass through the fire unto Molech; which I commanded them not, neither came it into my mind, that they should do this abomination, to cause Judah to sin.” (Jeremiah 32:35)

This describes the sacrifice of children by their parents to the heathen god Molech. In Jeremiah’s time the children of Israel and the children of Judah had gone so far astray that they were making these sacrifices. Note the Lord says of this: “…I commanded them not, neither came it into my mind, that they should do this abomination…” I think this shows just how alien, how strange the practice of child sacrifice is to God. Are today’s abortions child sacrifices to Molech or to any god? We know that children already born and living are still sacrificed in very dark corners of the world. But Abortion, is it a sacrifice? It is certain that the aborted child is unwanted. Why? Because something else is preferred. And what is that? What is preferred is relief from the responsibilities and the labors of raising the child conceived. In effect we worship our own selves. We give the child to whom? To God by the act of murdering him/her in the womb. But is it a sacrifice we are giving to God? No, although the child IS received by God.

“When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.”

(Psalm 27:10) Amen

By preferring our money, and our leisure time to the needs of the baby in the womb we are elevating ourselves to be as Gods by taking the life, the LIFE of the baby to be.

By abortion, by the practice our labor pool, the number of available U.S. citizens for hire is reduced every year by 25%. Our tax base and tax revenues are cut by 25%. It could be that one of every four American jobs is held by an illegal alien, a legal foreign worker or has been given to a foreigner in another nation. The consequences of abortion simply reduce American prosperity.

A related matter is the prevalence of foreign goods in the American market place. These products are not the result of American labor. Their sale in the U.S. generates no wages, and no tax revenues on wages. We often hear the very reasonable advice: “Buy American.” But to “Buy American,” we must have American made goods to buy. Sadly 25% of future American craftsmen, manufacturers, business owners and job creators are eliminated every year as unwanted aborted babies.

Abortion became legal in 1973. That year more than 700,000 “conceptions were terminated,” a polite way of saying that babies or persons were murdered in the wombs of their mothers. In 1991 those 700,000+ aborted persons would have had the been born and lived turned 18 years of age. In 1974 more than 1,000,000 babies/persons were aborted (That number has been typical in almost every year since. As I recall, one year nearly 1,500,000 abortions were done). Eighteen years after 1974 those 1,000,000+ persons would also have turned 18 years of age. Today in 2011 babies/persons aborted in the year 1993, had they been born would be 18 years old.

At eighteen most people look for work, enter the military or enter trade schools colleges or universities. From 1973 to 1993 approximately 20,000,000 babies/persons were aborted. Is it a coincidence that there are (some estimate) 20,000,000 or more illegal aliens in the United States of American today? Note that every one of those 20,000,000 aborted would be 18 years old by January 1st, 2012. All of them would be eligible to vote in the 2012 election.

What has possessed us to be so blind to the economic consequences of this practice called abortion or termination of pregnancy?

I must add this to the list of consequences. Though liberal doctors and their powerful medical establishment deny it, and the liberal press/media will not report it, the risk of breast cancer in women is higher in women having abortions. It is higher by 33-100% in women having one abortion and higher than that in those having more than one aborton. Why? When a woman becomes pregnant estrogen begins to build up in her breasts. It is the body’s necessary way of preparing to deliver milk to the newborn. When the baby is aborted, the estrogen remains in the breast without being used and released in breast feeding. This trapped estrogen simply causes breast cancer in many women. If you want information on this Google search ABC Link, Abortion Breast Cancer, or Joel Brind, Ph.D.

Illegals here are frequently Hispanics and Roman Catholics; they do not have many abortions. They value children. In their culture they have not yet drunk the pro-choice Kool-Aid. I pray they never will. But it seems to me, and seems very clear that illegal aliens are a consequence of U.S. federal law and domestic policy gone astray and amuck in the worst way with abortion topping the list. Men are not only endowed by their creator with inalienable rights, they are endowed with creative ability. How sad that in ignorance of and rebellion against God, rights (powers) and ability produce oppression, and destruction resulting in debt, default and eventually poverty and death.

Illegals often pay no taxes by receiving under the table cash wages, or through their own businesses. Illegals send U.S. dollars out of the country to their families. Illegals receive government services, from medical health benefits to education courtesy of a government which has lost 25% (over a million every year) of its taxpayers. Illegals require state and federal law enforcement agencies to guard borders, arrest, care for and return illegals to their homelands. There are bureaucracies overseeing these. Illegals drain tax revenues by committing crimes here. We have many illegals imprisoned, also a cost to our taxpayers.

Notwithstanding this: God loves illegal aliens wherever they are found. Jesus was sent to whosoever will. Jesus has saved many already and desires many more be saved. He has saved many who have had abortions, approved abortion, and even some who have facilitated and performed abortions. He has also saved many who have gone bankrupt, who have lost their jobs, which have been corrupt in business, government and law enforcement. He and desires all not saved repent and receive His priceless gift of eternal life. In this time marked out (however inaccurately) for the celebration of Jesus’ birth (a real event), we need to remember and memorialize that Jesus was born so that he could die and take away the sins of the world, that world of bankrupt, jobless, corrupt, illegal men and women near and far (to you and me) living here on earth. Here Christmas and all “holidays” have the possibility of being HOLYdays, as does every day of the calendar.

Illegal immigrants are people. Their existence in America is a symptomatic condition resulting from other issues, some of which I believe I have touched on in this letter. It seems unlikely I will forget these troubles in the very near future, excepting when Jesus comes back to us. But with my will and heart, both which are weaker than any lamb, I set my self to forgiving the troublers in this earth which so surely belongs to the Lord Jesus our Messiah and Savior. God save such, for I was one such as they are.

Thanks and praise to God, our Father, Savior, Lord, brother, and Guide! He is Almighty forever and ever, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Baruch HaShem Yeshua, Baruch HaShem Adonai !!!

His and yours, Dave Severy ~ Govans, Md.

2011-11-29T14:44:00.005-05:00

Govans (Baltimore), Md.

Monday November 28th, 2011

Dear friends, neighbors and Dear enemies, Dear christian,

It seems incongruous, but in our bodies which are perishing, God has caused our souls, our persons, our essence to be whole before Him, and to be alive by His mercy and grace forever.

This truth, which comes as a gift from Jesus who is the TRUTH, this is something worth our humble thanksgiving and worship all day every day. Amen?

Again and again I am reminded and unable to forget or ignore the insanity and inanity of the current thinking of many Americans on illegal aliens and immigration and “the practice” (I will identify the strange practice later). This sounds like condemnation, but it is not, for I too suffer from unclean and stupid thinking, even if God has delivered me from much of it. It may sound like judgment, and this it is. We all make judgments every day. They may be wise or foolish. Jesus did say: “Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.” John 7:24 The thinking I am writing about is that American sovereignty must exclude foreign workers, especially illegal aliens from doing American jobs on American soil. It might be a reasonable legal view for illegal immigrants, but let’s ask some reasonable questions:

Why do aliens come in to the US illegally?

Why aren’t American workers doing the work illegals come for?

There are so many factors that a book would be necessary to expose the matter fully. But I think of several factors as very relevant to this dilemma.

The closest Bible reference I have found to modern abortion is found in Jeremiah:

This describes the sacrifice of children by their parents to the heathen god Molech. In Jeremiah’s time the children of Israel and the children of Judah had gone so far astray that they were making these sacrifices. Note the Lord says of this: “…I commanded them not, neither came it into my mind, that they should do this abomination…” I think this shows just how alien, how strange the practice of child sacrifice is to God. Are today’s abortions child sacrifices to Molech or to any god? We know that children already born and living are still sacrificed in very dark corners of the world. But Abortion, is it a sacrifice? It is certain that the aborted child is unwanted. Why? Because something else is preferred. And what is that? What is preferred is relief from the responsibilities and the labors of raising the child conceived. In effect we worship our own selves. We give the child to whom? To God by the act of murdering him/her in the womb. But is it a sacrifice we are giving to God? No, although the child IS received by God.

“When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.”

(Psalm 27:10) Amen

By preferring our money, and our leisure time to the needs of the baby in the womb we are elevating ourselves to be as Gods by taking the life, the LIFE of the baby to be.

By abortion, by the practice our labor pool, the number of available U.S. citizens for hire is reduced every year by 25%. Our tax base and tax revenues are cut by 25%. It could be that one of every four American jobs is held by an illegal alien, a legal foreign worker or has been given to a foreigner in another nation. The consequences of abortion simply reduce American prosperity.

What has possessed us to be so blind to the economic consequences of this practice called abortion or termination of pregnancy?

Thanks and praise to God, our Father, Savior, Lord, brother, and Guide! He is Almighty forever and ever, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Baruch HaShem Yeshua, Baruch HaShem Adonai !!!

His and yours, Dave Severy ~ Govans, Md.

Christian pastor about to be executed by Iranian government

2011-09-29T13:46:00.005-04:00

Christian pastor about to be executed by Iranian government

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2010-10-01T10:30:00.018-04:00

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2010-09-30T16:23:00.000-04:00

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2009-01-20T11:52:00.032-05:00

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I step down
from the throne my heart has claimed,
I smash down the idols I have raised,
I declare Your death, I immerse my soul
In all Your faith and the promise of Your Resurrection, Your Glory and Your Life.
You are meek and lowly in heart, I put You on,
O clothe me, Your servant, in Your righteousness,
Teach me Your Way, let me ever live for You.
Amen.

I have showed you all things, how that so laboring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.

Acts 20:35

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8. Your Presence (is enough)
9. Every Day Horror
10. He’s Still There
11. Needy One

Peek-a-boo by Gerry Sutter

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, diddily do –
Where’s the mud, its stain so true?
I ambled down the water way,
Swollen by the spring melee,
Nearly was I washed on through.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, telling you –
I thought I had it working too:
Early to bed and early to rise,
Put in steps to glamorize,
Followed up, I knew.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, seeing it through,
‘Til the Lord pointed out the fool.
Pestering proud of my jury rig,
Outside the box, I danced my jig,
Swept off my feet on through.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, whaddaya do?
Sweeping laurel flower’s dew.
I thought I was in charge of life –
Laid low like grass before the scythe,
Then I saw, it’s you.

Friday, November 06, 2009

2009-01-20T11:30:00.000-05:00

Famous Last Words (words of believers follow these of unbelievers)

These are the words, the LAST words of some famous men who chose in this life not to believe in God, Jesus or heaven:

Talleyrand Perigord: "I am suffering the pangs of the damned."

Merabeau: "Give me laudanum that I may not think of eternity."

Francis Newport: "Oh, that I was to lie a thousand years upon the fire that never is quenched, to purchase the favor of God, and be united to Him again! But it is a fruitless wish. Millions of millions of years would bring me no nearer to the end of my torments than one poor hour. Oh, eternity, eternity! forever and forever! Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell!"

Thomas Hobbs: a skeptic: "If I had the whole world, I would give it to live one day. I shall be glad to find a hole to creep out of the world at. About to take a leap into the dark!"

Thomas Paine: the noted American infidel and author: "I would give worlds if I had them, that The Age of Reason had never been published. O Lord, help me! Christ, help me! O God, what have I done to suffer so much? But there is no God! But if there should be, what will become of me hereafter? Stay with me, for God's sake! Send even a child to stay with me, for it is hell to be alone. If ever the Devil had an agent, I have been that one."

Francois Voltaire: the noted French infidel. He was one of the most fertile and talented writers and strove to retard and demolish Christianity. His cry in health concerning Christ was, "Curse the wretch!" He said once, "In twenty years, Christianity will be no more. My single hand shall destroy the edifice it took twelve apostles to rear." Some years after his death, his very printing press was employed in printing New Testaments.

The Christian physician, who attended Voltaire during the last illness, has left a testimony concerning the departure of this poor lost soul. He wrote to a friend as follows: "When I compare the death of a righteous man, which is like the close of a beautiful day, with that of Voltaire, I see the difference between bright, serene weather and a black thunderstorm. It was my lot that this man should die under my hands. Often did I tell him the truth.

'Yes, my friend', he would often say to me, 'you are the only one who has given me good advice. Had I but followed it I would not be in the horrible condition in which I now am. I have swallowed nothing but smoke. I have intoxicated myself with the incense that turned my head. You can do nothing for me. Send me a mad doctor!Have compassion on me-I am mad!'"

The physician goes on to say: "I cannot think of it without shuddering. As soon as he saw that all the means he had employed to increase his strength had just the opposite effect, death was constantly before his eyes. From this moment, madness took possession of his soul. He expired under the torments of the furies."

At another time his doctor quoted Voltaire as saying: "I am abandoned by God and man! I will give you half of what I am worth if you will give me six months' life. Then
I shall go to hell; and you will go with me. O Christ! O Jesus Christ!"

Charles IX: This cruel wretch, urged on by his inhumane mother, gave the order for the massacre of the Huguenots in which 15,000 souls were slaughtered in Paris alone, and 100,000 in other sections of France, for no other reason than that they owned Christ as their master. The guilty King died bathed in blood bursting from his own veins. To his physicians he said in his last hours: "Asleep or awake, I see the mangled forms of the Huguenots passing before me. They drip with blood. They point at their open wounds. Oh! that I had spared at least the little infants at the breast! What blood! I know not where I am. How will all this end? What shall I do? I am lost forever! I know it. Oh, I have done wrong. God pardon me!"

David Strauss: outstanding representative of German rationalism, after spending years of his life trying to dispense with God: "My philosophy leaves me utterly forlorn! I feel like one caught in the merciless jaws of an automatic machine, not knowing at what time one of its great hammers may crush me!"

Sir Thomas Scott: "Until this moment I thought there was neither a God nor a hell. Now I know and feel that there are both, and I am doomed to perdition by the judgment of the Almighty."

M. F. Rich: an atheist: "I would rather lie on a stove and broil for a million years than go into eternity with eternal horrors that hang over my soul! I have given immortality for gold; and its weight sinks me into endless, hopeless, helpless hell."

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Now let us take the contrast. Here are believers in the Lord Jesus Christ who have accepted the grace of God for salvation for both time and eternity.

Jordan Antie: "The chariot has come, and I am ready to step in."

Margaret Prior: "Eternity rolls up before me like a sea of glory."

Martha McCrackin: "How bright the room! How full of angels."

Dr. Cullen: "I wish I had the power of writing: I would describe how pleasant it is to die."

B. S. Bangs: "The sun is setting: mine is rising. I go from this bed to a crown. Farewell."

John Arthur Lyth: "Can this be death? Why, it is better than living! Tell them I die happy in Jesus." Trotter: "I am in perfect peace, resting alone on the blood of Christ. I find this amply sufficient with which to enter the presence of God."

Mrs. Mary Frances: "Oh, that I could tell you what joy I possess! I am full of rapture. The Lord doth shine with such power upon my soul. He is come! He is come!"

Philip Heck: "How beautiful! The opening heavens around me shine!"

Sir David Brewster: inventor of the kaleidoscope: "I will see Jesus: I shall see Him as He is. I have had the light for many years. Oh, how bright it is! I feel so safe and satisfied!"

Charles Wesley: author of over 4,000 published hymns: "I shall be satisfied with Thy likeness. Satisfied!"

John Wesley: "The best of all is, God is with me."

Abbot: "Glory to God! I see heaven sweetly opened before me."

Augustus Toplady; author of "Rock of Ages": "The consolations of God to such an unworthy wretch are so abundant that He leaves me nothing to pray for but a continuance of them. I enjoy heaven already in my soul."

John Quincy Adams: When John Quincy Adams was eighty years of age a friend said to him: "Well, how is John Quincy Adams?" "Thank you," he said, "John Quincy Adams is quite well. But the house where he lives is becoming dilapidated. It is tottering. Time and the seasons have nearly destroyed it, and it is becoming quite uninhabitable. I shall have to move out soon. But John Quincy Adams is quite well, thank you." At death he said: "This is the last of earth. I am content."

Mrs. Catherine Booth: wife of the general of the 'Salvation Army: "The waters are rising, but so am I. I am not going under, but over. Do not be concerned about dying; go on living well, the dying will be right."

Elizabeth B. Browning: an English poetess who had said: "We want the touch of Christ's hand upon our 'literature.' At death's door, she said: "It is beautiful!"

John Bunyan: author of Pilgrim's Progress: "Weep not for me, but for yourselves. I go to the Father of our Lord ' Jesus Christ, who will, through the mediation of His blessed Son, receive me, though a sinner, where I hope we shall meet to sing the new song, and remain everlastingly happy, ' world without end."

John Calvin: the French Protestant Reformer at Geneva: "Thou, Lord, bruisest me, but I am abundantly satisfied, since it is from Thy hand."

Adoniram Judson: American missionary to Burma. He wrote: "Come, Holy Spirit, Dove Divine," and other hymns. He died at sea and his body was committed to the great deep. He said: "I go with the gladness of a boy bounding away from school. I feel so strong in Christ."

A. J. Gordon: As he lay in the chamber in West Brookline Street, Boston, looked up and with one radiant burst of joy cried: "Victory! Victory!" and so he went home.

Dr. William Anderson: of Dallas, Texas: He seemed better though still very ill. His mother was sitting in the room with him. He gently called to her, "Come over here a minute." As she approached his bed, he said, "I want to tell you something. I am going to beat you to heaven." And with a smile he shut his eyes and was gone.

Dr. Sewall: an old Methodist, when dying shouted aloud the praises of God. His friends said, "Dr. Sewall, do not exert yourself; whisper, doctor, whisper." "Let angels whisper," said he, "but the soul cleansed from sin by the blood of Christ, a soul redeemed from death and hell, just on the threshold of eternal glory-oh, if I had a voice that would reach from pole to pole, I would proclaim it to all the world: Victory! Victory! through the blood of the Lamb!"

Samuel Rutherford: When he was dying said: "I am in the happiest pass to which man ever came. Christ is mine, and I am His; and there is nothing now between me and resurrection, except-Paradise."

When you die, on which side of the ledger will your words be?

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2009-01-19T16:35:00.000-05:00

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2009-01-13T11:56:00.000-05:00

Even so...

Precious Name of Jesus,
Mighty Name of God,
Holy One of Israel,
You whom we do love…

Guard our hearts and persons
With power from on High,
You are more than able
To answer this our cry:

Maranatha, Maranatha,
Even so Lord come;
Though all is not as we would like
An end is promised, come.

Blessed Name Yeshua,
Foretold Savior Lord,
Great is Your salvation,
Promise of Your Word.

As the door is closing
Quickly usher in
Loved Ones friends and strangers
Weary of their sin.

Even so Lord Jesus,
Maranatha, Lord.
When Father says it’s finished
We’ll all join Thy accord.

Anointed, Blest and Holy
Thy Holy Spirit shows
A Royal King and Lord of all
For Whom we humbly bow.

Come O come again to rule
This earth now weary worn.
Order all as You have planned
Before the worlds were born.

© 2009 D. Severy

Praise

2009-01-08T11:44:00.000-05:00

Praise: An Instrument of War

Lord I praise thee,
thy glory so great and good.
Nothing I can see compares to thee,
Enthroned in thy realm above.

Father thou art worthy
Of all the power and praise
So willingly, gladly we give all to thee;
Thy anthem toward heaven we raise.

Spirit of Holiness near to us,
Thanks be for thy power and grace.
None like unto thee has been or will be,
None e’er shall take thy place.

We have never at all deserved
The victory for us thou hast won.
Except that thou hast made us for love
And redemption in thine Only Son.

Our weak and erring flesh, it wanes,
While within the depths of our souls
You form the image and likeness of Him
And this is our high and best goal.

Thou who watches for Isreal
And never slumber or sleep,
Keep thy eye on these sparrows
The apples of thine eye, keep.

When, for peace and for safety,
The unbelieving call aloud,
We need not fret or shrink from that Day
Thou leadest thy flock wholly out.

Our end is ever the better one
For thou hast prepared it for us.
What loss will the unbelieving receive
Who had never learned thee to trust.

O Great God and Savior,
Lord Jesus be thy Holy Name,
Draw more to the cross and by thy kind love
To the worshipping throng above.

Mankind thou made in thy image,
Thy likeness for e’er to become.
We were made for love and made to love
And were made by Love to be one.

Without the grace of salvation
The soul is forever lost.
That grace is the free gift from heaven
For which Jesus paid all the cost.

The story so plain and straight forward
The unlearned can easily say:
Now is the time, the acceptable time
For salvation today is the day.

my seasons

2008-12-31T14:31:00.001-05:00

MY SEASONS Sept. 8, 2004

Fall draws near, that part of the year
he told me “the trees go to rest.”
As yellows and reds above my head
fall to the ground and are lying…

the dying I fear, is next in the year
when winter winds come sighing,
and clouds, often gray, and low all the day,
and few the birds be flying.

The cold and the freeze, Lord forbid us the sneeze,
can be bitter and trouble and woe.
My flesh is rare pleased as the nip in the breeze
tells of shoveling ……….shoveling snow.

Then spring makes its splash, with a shout and a dash
as glory and splendor do race,
bringing good cheer and a place in the year
to Thank our great Savior for grace.

The thaw has begun, sure.. thanks to the sun,
which was spoken by God and appeared;
and planting is made, and foundations are laid—
it’s my favorite time of the year.

Tis done all too soon, then in heat we do swoon
when summer does brightly affirm; that
for bread we must sweat, midst our sin and our debt,
and creation travails as we learn,

of God, who is love, and who guides from above
till we’re reaped like the crop in the field.
Our few days are spent, best in them repent
to our Rock, our strong tower and shield.

As fall again greets us, summer it meets
with the diurnal turn of the pole;
and crops taken in by the bushel and bin
bless the faithful, though hungry, dear souls.

All through the year God is so near
to the one who will fear Him as Lord.
As Father and Son, who with Spirit are One,
who is patient and kind and will not leave behind
the dear Soul who willingly comes,
and a trembling bows low,
to Him who does know
each one... and He calls us by name.

today's world

2007-07-03T09:02:00.000-04:00

The Lamb's Poet
Click each book for contents, and poems following, in that book
Other People's (very good) Poems
Book I
Book II
Book III
Book IV
Book V
Book VI
Book VII
Book VIII
Book IX
Book X
Book XI

Two fears

2007-06-03T15:30:00.000-04:00

Two Fears

The first is fear runs away,
that it might fight another day.

Then comes fear with sense to see,
that God does not want him to flee,
and bows surrendering all to Him,
over whom man cannot win.

© 2007 by David Severy

must see video

2007-05-18T12:15:00.000-04:00

For poems, please click PREVIOUS POSTS selections in the list to lower left.

poem for Egg Fu Laura

2007-05-12T21:29:00.000-04:00

for Egg Fu Laura

I don't wanna crown, jus a bit o recognition,
If no frum U, well I ain't in yo kitchen.

da meal I prepare U, an de table I set,
dey ain mean to scare you, so pleeze doan jet.

I really wanna serve U, give U sompin' strong,
sompin' for da journey, help U carry on.

Mos peeps wannit frum U, an say give give give,
bu fo me to be like Jeezus, I gots to hep U live.

So look now pay attention, not to me anymo,
look at Mr. Jeezus, for U He comin' fo.

He wanna luv U alway, and luv U not like Scratch,
He wanna luv u like a brutha, an like a daddy who catch
U wen U fall an hurt yo tushi, o on dose day U jus cant smile,
He wanna hep U cause U fallin', jus like every man an chil'
cause we al don been sinners, an U heah it say befo,
Lawd Jeezus is da onee way, so wid dis I say no mo.

(cept to say dat, me, I luv U 2, and hope deahs mo dat I can do. Fo U, Egg Fu.)

© copyright 2007 d.b. severy

wha cha?

2007-05-11T17:51:00.000-04:00

wha cha ?

wha cha doin'
wha cha doin'
wha cha doin'
bay bay?

wha cha doin' fo ya mutha
wha cha doin' fo ya brutha
wha cha doin'
2 day?

people bleedin'
people needin'
bleedin' needin'
so bad.

sompin' happnin'
hear me rappin'
sompin' happnin'
real sad.

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
killin' babies in da womb
UH!
real sad.

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
shootin' needles in da arms
UH!
so bad so sad

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
Sellin' drugs to da kids
UH!
so bad so sad so MAD

wha cha doin'?

gotta push it, push push it
cause there aint anutha way
for ya brutha o ya mutha
o yo: fo U bay bay.

gotta tell ya gotta tell ya
Jeus comin' sum day
back to love ya and ta judge ya
and show you da way.

but if u dis him you will miss him
cause he send u hell away
so b reddy quik get reddy
all i got ta say.

all poems list

2007-05-10T21:38:00.000-04:00

Book I
1. EACH ONE
2. IF
3. We have , have we?
4. Uncommon Common Sense
5. Everything That Was Made
6. The Fly and the Flea
7. Two: to Women
8. The Trial of TRUTH
9. (untitled)

Book II
1. I See
2. the greastest of these.......
3. JESUS
4. REACH !
5. EXALTATION
6. beauty
7. ETERNAL SAVIOR
8. Meant To

Book III
1. The Outside View
2. haiku couplets
3. A MUSE
4. A Muse
5. (untitled)
6. My Grave
7. (untitled)
8. The Mirror
9. MY SEASONS
10. Haiku
11. Title is : “Untitled”
12. Six Haikus

Book IV
1. I See
2. 1 John 2:6
3. BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA
4. Aches and Pains
5. (untitled)
6. EXALTATION
7. It's A Privilege
8. ETERNAL SAVIOR
9. From Pentecost

Book V
1. A song
2. JESUS
3. victory song
4. remembed to you
5. let me
6. I'll see you
7. Fight Song

Book VI
1. doing what can be done
2. Tears and Laughter
3. Getting There
4. go to fixin'
5. FOLLOW ME
6. (untitled)
7. two tree tales
8. You Need Him

Book VII
1. NO QUESTIONS
2. my cross /{MY ANSWER}
3. To Prepare A Place
4. The Gospel Of Grace
5. Got Jesus?
6. REACH !

Book VIII
1. Courage
2. nineeleven
3. I Would
4. Hated
5. The LIFE
6. PRIDE
7. change

Book IX
1. Now and THEN
2. Gently, Pray
3. after the afterfall He's afterall
4. Priority
5. Pilgrim's Prayer
6. WATER
7. TEARS

Book X
1) "Try Me, He said..."
2) Beware
3) Respect for my Betters
4) Him
5) All you need....
6) visitor
7) haiku

Book XI
1) living water
2) The Different Morning
3) Him
4) Emmaus..... and beyond

jars of clay

2007-05-09T13:42:00.000-04:00

jars of clay

jars of clay, earthen vessels,
lit within by HOLY Light,
filled with oil from the Master
for our journey through the night.

part ! from worldly ways and wonders,
cleave to heavens Holy Groom,
think not oft of days now over,
live today in God’s throne room.

walk now quietly before Him,
seek His guidance day by day,
remember, dear one, now and always
Christ is Life, Truth and God’s Way.

make the paths of Him your own now,
put your feet in His lovely shoes,
walk in His obedient footsteps
to let the world see His Good News.

He has saved you for His purpose,
weary not in doing this,
all have need to taste His goodness,
love your neighbor, brother kiss.

FEAR NO EVIL, HE IS WITH YOU,
stumble not at His command,
it’s no grief to do His bidding,
He promises the New Jerusalem.

Remember the day of God’s Salvation,

the cross

where John and Mary stood.

There Christ
gave them each the other,
John and Mary
son and mother,
giving, as He only could.

Jesus came and died and saved us
from hell’s death and punishment,
from the grave He rose and gave us
each the other back again.

though the breaking may seem painful,
o! the Light!!! the sweet release!!
Light of God lights all the house now,
shining out Christ’s perfect peace.

let your light shine, earthen vessel,
though fearful ones will run and flee,
pursue them not except in God’s love,
that they may find eternity.

know ye not ye are the Temple
of God our blessed Holy Ghost?
Christ now in you, the hope of glory,
SALVATION to the UTTERMOST!!!

KEEP YOUR VESSEL CLEANSED WITHIN,
AND CAREFULLY WASH IT EVERY DAY,
USE THE WATER OF GOD’S WORD
THE BIBLE AND THE SPIRIT SAY.

trim your wick and let the candle
now be lit by God’s own Hand
join your brothers, sisters, mothers
following Christ to
Beulah Land !!!!!!!

© 2006 by David Severy

Pro 20:27 The spirit of man is the candle of the LORD, searching all the inward parts of the belly.

INDEX of BOOKS

2006-09-15T10:41:00.000-04:00

INDEX of Titles

2006-09-14T11:40:00.000-04:00

Other People's (very good) Poems
1) STEP BY STEP
2) the Cliff
3) Don't Eat On Them Apples, Man
4) Could You Afford It?

Book I
1. EACH ONE
2. IF
3. We have , have we?
4. Uncommon Common Sense
5. Everything That Was Made
6. The Fly and the Flea
7. Two: to Women
8. The Trial of TRUTH
9. (untitled)

Book II
1. I See
2. the greastest of these.......
3. JESUS
4. REACH !
5. EXALTATION
6. beauty
7. ETERNAL SAVIOR
8. Meant To

Book III
1. The Outside View
2. haiku couplets
3. A MUSE
4. A Muse
5. (untitled)
6. My Grave
7. (untitled)
8. The Mirror
9. MY SEASONS
10. Haiku
11. Title is : “Untitled”
12. Six Haikus

Book IV
1. I See
2. 1 John 2:6
3. BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA
4. Aches and Pains
5. (untitled)
6. EXALTATION
7. It's A Privilege
8. ETERNAL SAVIOR
9. From Pentecost

Book V
1. A song
2. JESUS
3. victory song
4. remembed to you
5. let me
6. I'll see you
7. Fight Song

Book VI
1. doing what can be done
2. Tears and Laughter
3. Getting There
4. go to fixin'
5. FOLLOW ME
6. (untitled)
7. two tree tales
8. You Need Him

Book VII
1. NO QUESTIONS
2. my cross /{MY ANSWER}
3. To Prepare A Place
4. The Gospel Of Grace
5. Got Jesus?
6. REACH !

Book VIII
1. Courage
2. nineeleven
3. I Would
4. Hated
5. The LIFE
6. PRIDE
7. change

Book IX
1. Now and THEN
2. Gently, Pray
3. after the afterfall He's afterall
4. Priority
5. Pilgrim's Prayer
6. WATER
7. TEARS

Book X
1) "Try Me, He said..."
2) Beware
3) Respect for my Betters
4) Him
5) All you need....
6) visitor
7) haiku

Book XI
1) living water
2) The Different Morning
3) Him
4) Emmaus..... and beyond

Other People's (very good) Poems

2006-09-13T10:21:00.009-04:00

Other People's (very good) Poems
1) STEP BY STEP
2) the Cliff
3) Don't Eat On Them Apples, Man by Gerry Sutter
4) Could You Afford It?
5) "on his cat Jeoffry" by Christopher Smart
6) Ultimate Seducer by Adaeze Chinezin Wosu
7) Two Olive Trees by Carlene Appleby
8) Peek-a-boo by Gerry Sutter

1) STEP BY STEP

STEP BY STEP

As thou goest, step by step I will open the way before thee.
(Proverbs 4:12, New Translation)

Child of My love, fear not the unknown morrow,
Dread not the new demand life makes of thee;
Thy ignorance doth hold no cause for sorrow,
Since what thou knowest not is known to Me.

Thou canst not see today the hidden meaning of My Command,
but thou the light shalt gain; Walk on in faith,
upon My promise leaning, And as thou goest,
all shall be made plain.

One step thou seest then go forward boldly,
One step is far enough for faith to see;
Take that, and thy next duty shall be told thee,
For step by step thy Lord is leading thee.

Stand not in fear, thine adversaries counting,
Dare every peril, save to disobey;
Thou shalt march on, all obstacles surmounting,
For I, the Strong, will open up the way.

Wherefore go gladly to the task assigned thee,
Having My promise, needing nothing more
Than just to know, whereer the future find thee,
In all thy journeying I go before.

Frank J. Exley

The Cliff

'Twas a dangerous cliff, as they freely confessed,
Though to walk near its crest was so pleasant;
But over its terrible edge there had slipped
A duke and full many a peasant.
The people said something would have to be done,
But their projects did not at all tally.
Some said, "Put a fence 'round the edge of the cliff,"
Some, "An ambulance down in the valley."

The lament of the crowd was profound and was loud,
As their hearts overflowed with their pity;
But the cry for the ambulance carried the day
As it spread through the neighboring city.
A collection was made to accumulate aid,
And the dwellers in highway and alley
Gave dollars and cents -not to furnish a fence-
But an ambulance down in the valley.

"For the cliff is alright if you're careful," they said;
"And if folks ever slip and are dropping,
It isn't the slipping that hurts them so much
As the shock down below -when they're stopping."
So for years (we have heard), as these mishaps occurred
Quick forth would the rescuers sally,
To pick up the victims who fell from the cliff
With the ambulance down in the valley.

Said one, to his plea, "It's a marvel to me
That you'd give so much greater attention
To repairing results than to curing the cause;
You had much better aim at prevention.
For the mischief, of course, should be stopped at its source,
Come, neighbors and friends, let us rally.
It is far better sense to rely on a fence
Than an ambulance down in the valley."

"He is wrong in his head," the majority said;
"He would end all our earnest endeavor,
He's a man who would shirk this responsible work,
But we will support it forever.
Aren't we picking up all just as fast as they fall
And giving them care liberally?
A superfluous fence is of no consequence,
If the ambulance works in the valley.

The story looks queer as we've written it here,
But things oft occur that are stranger.
More humane, we assert, than to succor the hurt,
Is the plan of removing the danger.
The best possible course is to safeguard the source,
Attend to things rationally.
Yes, build up the fence, and let us dispense
With the ambulance down in the valley.

Author Unknown

3)Don’t Eat On Them Apples, Man

I’m not talking ‘bout those Granny Smith,
Dappled red – golden delish.
There’s just so damn much juicy fruit
That the good Lord wants for you to chew:
“Do,” says he, “by all means do!”

There’s pomegranate, honey-dew
Pineapple, plums and peaches, too.
God’s filled this earth with honey nectar
To keep you out of Satan’s cellar,
Just steer clear forbidden fruit.

Stay away from short-cut stuff –
The good Lord wants you high enough:
Run five miles with a climb,
Nail that book report on time,
Number algebraic clime,
Endorphins wash your body fine.

But if you have to suck or sniff
Or gulp or slurp or gurgle it
To regulate just how you’re feeling,
Your life’s failed – y’ain’t even dealing.
Drugs, they just steal your soul –
Forbidden fruit attacks the whole.

Feeling good – God’s that all over:
Like doing something good for brother –
That smile spreads – one to another.
This joy swells without kickback
It’s called love and where it’s at!
Just stay away – apple attack.

Every one is high on sex
The good Lord blesses – without a hex.
Making love starts with a dad
Who at 3 AM walks sleep his lad.
Mother has some thanks in store
Treasure only moms outpour

When Dad knows all his momma do
He sings her praise she don’t refuse.
She wants to be his garden grown
So ladies wait for the guy who knows
Who’ll walk with you, with you alone.

So when Junior says that you’re a trance,
Go ahead enjoy the dance.
But the aphrodisiac God’s made a must
Is a bond we know is trust –
To go without is such a bust,
Don’t eat them apples – be in no rush.

If you want life of real adventure,
Thrill and joy of complex venture:
There’s nothing greater than the good –
Or better fitting in the ‘hood
Than happiness once understood:
Don’t fall for fool’s gold – flee for good.

Gerry Sutter
December 20, 2006

4.
Could You Afford It?

Suppose God charged us for the rain.
Or put a price on a songbird's strain
Of music, the dawn, mist on the plain.
How much would autumn landscapes cost,
Or a window etched with a winter's frost,
And the rainbow's glory, so quickly lost?

Suppose that people had to pay
To see the sunset's crimson play
And the magic stars of the Milky Way.
Suppose it was fifty cents a night
To watch a gull in graceful flight.

How much, I wonder, would it be worth
To smell the good, brown, fragrant earth
In Spring? The miracle of birth--
How much do you think would people pay
For a baby's laugh at the close of day?
Suppose God charged us for them,
I say!

Suppose we paid to look at the hills,
For the rippling mountain rills
Or the mating song of the whippoorwills
Or curving breakers of the sea,
For grace and beauty and majesty?
And all these things He gives us free!

author unknown

Christopher Smart, "on his cat Jeoffrey" from Jubilate Agno (1762), lns. 695-742

1 For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
2 For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
3 For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
4 For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
5 For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
6 For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
7 For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
8 For this he performs in ten degrees.
9 For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
10 For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
11 For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
12 For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
13 For fifthly he washes himself.
14 For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
15 For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
16 For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
17 For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
18 For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
19 For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.
20 For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
21 For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
22 For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
23 For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
24 For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
25 For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
26 For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
27 For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
28 For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
29 For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
30 For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
31 For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
32 For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.
33 For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
34 For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
35 For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.
36 For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
37 For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
38 For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
39 For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
40 For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
41 For he is tenacious of his point.
42 For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
43 For he knows that God is his Saviour.
44 For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
45 For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
46 For he is of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually--Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
47 For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
48 For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
49 For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
50 For he is docile and can learn certain things.
51 For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.
52 For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
53 For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
54 For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
55 For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
56 For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
57 For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
58 For the former is afraid of detection.
59 For the latter refuses the charge.
60 For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
61 For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
62 For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
63 For he killed the Ichneumon-rat very pernicious by land.
64 For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
65 For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
66 For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
67 For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
68 For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
69 For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
70 For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
71 For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
72 For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
73 For he can swim for life.
74 For he can creep.

Christopher Smart, who was tossed in the madhouse for his incessant praying (in the street, for the most part), constantly asks what creativity is, what rationality and irrationality are. His poems let loose a portion of the imagination which the age of reason makes a point of keeping fettered with social norms and conventional religion; in this way his raptures are related to the scenes of redemptive or escapest madness we see in the literature of Sensibility: Clarissa's mad letters after the rape and the lunatic picking flowers in Werther. These issues of madness animate the debate we see throughout the literature of Sensibility that revolves around the tension between an imagination founded on the senses, on one hand, and governing reason and judgement, on the other. Foucault in Madness and Civilization examines the relationship between passion and enthusiasm and madness. Smart's "madness" is actually grounded in his acute sensibilious response to the physical world: the "mad" Smart is very much a part of this world, even as he authorizes himself as a prophetic interpretor of the universe. Interested in this world -- the material, the everyday, his cat -- his own senses lead him on a journey of spiritual discovery. We also see here, as we see in Sentimental Journey and elsewhere, the non-human or animal which sparks benevolence, pity, or joy in the human.

Ultimate Seducer
By Adaeze Chinezim Wosu

No, it's not the woman with bright red lipstick and skanky clothes,
Nor is it the man with the bulging muscles and tight shirt.
Your ultimate seducer is your past.

Nothing draws or attracts us to itself like the past.
The past seduces us, screws us and lives us high and dry
With regrets, wishes, leaving us frustrated about a time we can NEVER go back to.

Learn from the past, do not live in it.
The past can be some years ago, last month, EVEN yesterday.
UNTIE yourself from the past. UNDERSTAND your present.
THE REALITIES THAT WE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GET OUT OF TOMORROW ARE CREATED NOW.
Make wise decisions now!

The present is not who you are, it is where you are.
The present is the only place where we meet God.

USURP your future.

Matthew 11:12
“From the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and violent men take it by force"

This poem was inspired by a sermon by Dr. Shababu. When you get a chance, come out to Ms. Breckeridge's service. I was blessed, and you will be too...

7 ~ TWO OLIVE TREES... by Carlene Appleby

Come my Beloved, Come hide Away!
Find shelter in MY wings!
You are the ONE, whose voice I heard!
Your heart, the one that sings!

And on a Journey, you have been!
No friend or foe hath know
The Mysteries of YOur Spirit's flights!
Or where the Wind has blown!

But in the deep, yes, in the sweet!
Where waters ebb and flow!
There lies a mystery, in keep,
And this I say, you'll KNOW!

Now ride, my love, on Wings of Power
And feel, anew, again
The Power of the HOLY ONE
The ONE that lives "within"

Yes, in "this" night, and in "this" fight!
I've stood beside to show
That not by might
and Not by power
Will victory, you know!

But by my grace, and grace alone
shall I unveil to you!
The Mystery of "two" olive trees!
And show you what they do!

Yes, my annointed, they are "two"
Yet "one" are two, you know
And Two are one, and
Two have won.

By Carlene Appleby

© by author and used with permission

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8 ~ Peek-a-boo by Gerry Sutter

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, diddily do –
Where’s the mud, its stain so true?
I ambled down the water way,
Swollen by the spring melee,
Nearly was I washed on through.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, telling you –
I thought I had it working too:
Early to bed and early to rise,
Put in steps to glamorize,
Followed up, I knew.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, seeing it through,
‘Til the Lord pointed out the fool.
Pestering proud of my jury rig,
Outside the box, I danced my jig,
Swept off my feet on through.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, whaddaya do?
Sweeping laurel flower’s dew.
I thought I was in charge of life –
Laid low like grass before the scythe,
Then I saw, it’s you.

Book I

2005-12-11T16:19:00.005-05:00

Index:

1. EACH ONE
2. IF
3. We have , have we?
4. Uncommon Common Sense
5. Everything That Was Made
6. The Fly and the Flea
7. Two: to Women
8. The Trial of TRUTH
9. (untitled)
10. living water

EACH ONE

Each one a mystery, a labyrinth untold.
Steeped now in secrecy, but ready to unfold.
No man knows, save He who rose:
What tale will be told, o let my people go.

Perfection went away, leaving us to groan.
Blood poured upon the earth, o how man does roam.
Far from the Way he knew, far from the Way of Truth;
O the tales been told, o let my people go.

Though hid from pedant’s* eye, each one is foreknown;
Destined to live and die, then no more to roam.
Cut not short their destiny, they for life were meant to be
Tales to be told, o let my people go.

Small though their bodies are, each one has great worth.
With silent cries they cross the bar, denied their first birth.
Ushered into Holy Light, before the Father and the Christ,
There to tell the tale, yet no more to weep or wail,
Lest they weep o for thee, o let my people go.

It’s we who should weep and wail, we who must tell the tale,
Crimes yet undone should not prevail, this must be the goal.
Warn now, I warn you well, your soul may be bound for hell,
It’s murder and must be told, o let my people go.

*pedant: in this case, one who is unimaginative or who unduly emphasizes minutiae in the presentation or use of knowledge

IF

If we all lived by the golden rule,
We would’t send our children to school,
But keep them home to harvest and sow
And worship the Lord where ever we’d go.

If we’d have on our hearts of flesh each day
The commandments large and bold writ,
And drink of His water, the living and fresh,
There would be no need to chomp at the bit.

The days we would spend in His will, not a care
Would we have in our mind, we would never despair.
We would sing, dance and shout as we waited below
For His sure return, 'twill be soon you must know.

The things we pursue in todays “modern” world
Often define us as foolish and churls.
For our cities and towns and this new cyberspace
And cluttered and cloggged with so much disgrace.

We need to look up with the eyes of our faith
Wide open to God that we’d receive grace,
And open our ears to His Word, Oh so sweet;
He’ll guide by His Spirit our poor earthen feet.

But if we depart from walking with Him,
We open ourselves to the wiles and the whims
Of the enemy Satan, who is lurking around
For those who will wander and by him be found.

Stay upon Jesus: your mind, heart and soul
That up like a eagle you may one day soar.
Having been faithfully waiting below
Up, up you will fly to His heavenly shore.

To join with the thousands of thousands and more,
Who stand before Jesus and Fathers Great Thrones,
With angels and saints who with unending praise
give their all to the Lamb and the Ancient of days.

So faint not while now you endure with your groans
The falleness caught in your flesh and your bones,
And the arrows and slings of so much outrage
Of sin and perdition and death, they the wages
Of all who ignore the great Gospel of Love,
Of our God and His Son and His Holy Dove.

We have , have we?

This poem is not written to the faint of heart.
I am afraid many might see it as "shooting our wounded".
It is a little bitter, but as I grow, I'm am ever more ashamed of not my weaknesses,
but my poverty. I often fit the description "he's so POOR, he can't even PAY attention."
Please pray for me to be blessed by God. The Word is now this moment in my ear: "you must seek not your own wealth, but that others be made wealthy in Me".

Comments are desired especially in response to theis poem which might better have been titled
"I have, Have I?"

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We have , have we?

We have built our wooden walls...
We have mortised granite by the hundred ton...
We have carpeted and fanned and heated...
We have cushioned and air-conditioned and draped with pleated…..
When will we build a man inside them?

We have sung ten thousand songs...
We have worshipped every Sunday...
We have tuned our guitars and pianos...
We have amplified our voices to the Skies.....
When will we find and sing the new song within us? (oh it’s there)

We have preached ten million sermons...
We have taught ten thousand verses...
We have rehearsed it all till blue in face...
We have counted and recounted God’s grace (ours).....
When will we build new men inside us?

We have had our fishy suppers...
And our breakfasts and our prayers...
We have coffee, tea and doughnuts...
And our waistlines show it’s true..... (fried chicken too)
When will we feed the man inside you, inside them, us,
the whosoever will or has?

Are you a whosoever will?
Or a whosoever has?
Make your self abandon self,
And let God make of you
A whosoever who DOES.

Lord, it is I that have called the kettle black.
And the pain of my omissions is greater than that of my sins of commission,
Though the thought of both leave me with the horror of having robbed You.

O that I might build in any of Thine,
A whosoever has or whosoever should be saved,
With the Pure Gold of Thy Word to set in Pure Silver
With the highest of Praise to teach
And feed the spirit that man Thy Word of Truth
And O ever be willing to heed Thy Call, Thy Correction, Thy Rebuke and Reproof.
I am willing, O show me how to do it,
For above all things Thou art my Holy Treasure,
My Master and King,
My Lord,
Jesus...
And I am grateful for Thee and Thy Love.

Uncommon Common Sense

O dear God how I long for days gone by.
Bob was right, the times they are a changin’.
Day by every day it’s harder for a man to try to live-
To do his duty to his home, his God… O why???

A world insane hits with a thump upon my doorstep,
The morning paper is ablaze with lawlessness;
What answer is there for the shame of sin and evil deeds,
What can I do to right the things God just won’t bless?

O common sense today is so uncommon,
Our sensibilities have flown so far away,
I hope perhaps that they’re just somewhere resting for awhile,
And pray they’ll come back soon to America to stay.

If all the churches preaching Jesus
Would just agree about what he said in His book;
He’s the source of all there is of Love and Goodness,
His common sense to me’s the only thing that works.

It seems that forces are arrayed against the good man
To keep him from the good he wants to do.
And the luxury and pleasures of the evil man allure-
Seducing those who will not guard their hearts.

[This one could be a song, Country Song?, with the middle stanza as the chorus]

Everything That Was Made
written 6/22/2005

The eye was made for seeing,
and something it's going to see.
The desire behind your eye today,
whatever will it be?

The ear, it was made for the hearing,
and hears what it likes or abhors.
To what will your ear be attuned to today
in your precious few minutes and hours?

The nose - 'twas made for smelling
the dinner, the rose and the dung.
Alas it may sniff out men's troubles
the necklace like albatross hung.

The nerve it was made for the sensate,
to taste, to handle and touch.
Most of us bow to it's pleasures,
and most of us partake too much.

The tongue, o boy- need I SAY it?,
was made by our God up above.
He gave it to us for to praise him,
and to speak to each other in Love.

The Fly and the Flea

well i look an' dere dis fly,
he be buzzin' roun' my head.
i say "Lawd ..... Lawd Lawd Lawd!!!"

an’ de Lawd, He answer me.
He say "fly?, .....dat fly? why
yoo blame dat buzzin' critta on me?"

i say, "Lawd, .....Lawd!
i no like dis fly.
He be buggin', yas he buggin' is me."

an’ da Lawd He say, "well,
you got dat mos' all right,
cause YOO is da fly I see!"

i say, "Lawd, ....WUT ?!?
wut CHoo mean ta say?
dis fly be buzzin' roun ME!"

He say, "son, if yoo wan', I makes yoo a trade,
instead a be a fly, yoo a FLEA!"

i say, "Lawd, ....WUT ?!?
o Lawd, dis be bad
don' wanna be a fly O a flea."

i say, Lawd ....PLEASE !!!
Yoo is confusin' me.
be a fly, o Yoo is makin' me a FLEA?"

an' da Lawd say:

"Dat absolutely how it gonna be!!!
yoo gonna be a fly o a flea!
Gonna fly away to Heben on dat bes' good Day,
o ta Hell yoo gonna flea, flea, FLEE !!!!!"

Two: to Women

1.
I’m weak as any Muslim man,
Don’t want the public looking at her
The way I've looked at some.
She could be my wife or daughter
But I don’t want men and lesbians
Drooling at the sight of her.
Wife – Daughter – WOMAN
cover thyself modestly, please.

2.
Help save men,
MARRY them.

The Trial of TRUTH

We’re putting Truth on trial today
To hear what he will say.
Can he hold his ground against
Our fine post-modern way?

Quite likely we will mock him,
Our view of Truth is dim;
An old idea, not relevant,
Outdated, tis but a whim.

He takes the stand, a sober man,
He seems quite confident.
Lets listen to him now. He speaks
The oath with raised right hand.

Then, “ I today will speak my heart,
The all not just a part.
For nothing but the Truth is there,
Where would you that I start?”

His countenance disturbs us,
He looks so stern and just,
Yet compassion seems to dwell in him,
I feel him I could trust!

“Away, away!”, we cried aloud.
“we’ll not this man allow.”
“ He clearly has no word we want.”
“Away, away- go now!”

Truth left the stand and court today,
He did not get to say
The all or even part of that
Which might have saved the day.

And we returned to warring o’er
Our wretched silly things;
And Truth above our heads did soar
On golden silver wings.

(untitled)

After the last clatter of democracy
and the final rattle of the republics
echo off and out the unhinged halls
of humanism, what remains for man?

Progress / reform / dissent / debate/
we cry……...
as if in the mind of any
better can be found than has been found.

Our children are “the future”—
so we must be the now.
O that we would now look to the Origin
of Truth and species all, and bow,
and be found complete, confident,
confirmed in a common will and consecration.

We cannot draw today’s guidance from tomorrow.
Some of tomorrow’s mistakes will surely show
how poorly we paid attention to our Guide.
Too, they will reveal false sources and false voices.

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living water

living water, living water
flows from God’s Son, drink and live everyone
living water, living water
flows to the thirsty land

there is no price, there is no fee
God pours it out for you and for free

living water, living water
flows from God’s throne, unto His own.
living water, living water
flows from God’s throne for the dry and thirsty

a very Holy Flood from our Father above.
all from His love to you

living water, living water
precious and pure, immerse and be sure
living water, living water
water without which we die.

living water, living water
flows from God’s Son, drink and live everyone
living water, living water
flows to the thirsty land

Book II

2005-12-10T16:07:00.002-05:00

Index:

1. I See
2. the greastest of these.......
3. JESUS
4. REACH !
5. EXALTATION
6. beauty
7. ETERNAL SAVIOR
8. Meant To

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I See

Jesus in Gethsemane
Sweating blood on bended knees

Jesus kissed by Judas now
A kiss betrays His fevered brow

Jesus picking up an ear
Wonders aloud why Him they fear

Jesus meeting Peter’s eye
Sees him leave with bitter cries

Jesus asked “Are you God’s son?”
Declares it so and His judging’s done

Jesus with Rome’s Governor
Telling gently why He was born

Jesus sent to Herod then
Silent, robed…. He returns again

Jesus scourged by Roman hands
Fulfilling prophecy’s demands

Jesus on the pavement next
Pilate looks for a pretext

Jesus comforts Pilate some
The man’s afraid, somewhat undone

Jesus stands as they cry out
“Crucify him, crucify him…”

Jesus… Pilate caving in
Fulfilling the law’s demands of sin

Jesus, garbed in my own clothes
Wearing insults, stripes and blows

Jesus bears the heaviest load
Down the Dolorosa Road

Jesus stumbles, Simeon nigh
Forced to help his Savior die

Jesus climbs the frightful hill
There His Holy Blood to spill

Jesus meek as any lamb
Naked, pierced in Feet and Hands

Jesus lifted up from the earth
Giving us our second birth

Jesus coat upon the ground
Despised the shame without a sound

Jesus speaks, lo, seven times
Words without a need of rhyme

Jesus promises the thief
New life with Him and no more grief

Jesus light has fled away
Comes the darkness at mid-day.

Jesus gives His Spirit up
Unto His Father... He’s drunk the cup.

Jesus riven is his tent
Like the Temple veil now rent

Jesus dead upon the cross
My precious hope ! at such cost!

Jesus pierced now once again
Water now on earth He sends

Jesus’ loved ones stand aghast
They thought His rule of love would last

Jesus’ friends now bury Him
The rich cool tomb He enters in

Jesus passes from human view
Almost as if they never knew……..yet

“Jesus, Jesus we saw You,
We touched You, we loved You…. Where are You?”

Jesus setting captives free
And taking captive captivity

Jesus preaching to those who slept
Before upon the earth He wept

Jesus, flashing, breaking out!
His disciples, filled with doubt,
See Him now, again, What’s this?
It’s Jesus, yes! It really is!!!!!

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the greastest of these.......

I love Father and I love my enemy,
I love Jesus because he set me free:
to love all men, and neighbors
who knock upon my door,
and to clothe the naked and the poor...

I love God and the many now deceived,
Oh that they might hearken to His Voice,
That they might see Him as the Truth
and read the Words in red
and believe it all is just as he has said...

I love You Holy Spirit, Dear Spirit teaching me
How to be like Jesus, God my Savior
How to mortify my ill doings
How to speak the truth in Love
As I hear it spoken from heaven up above...

I love my brothers and sisters in the Lord,
Jesus is our Savior and our KING,
He sets us free from the power of sin
to love each as He loves
and end the dark of enmity...

I love You Jesus, You gave your all for me,
Your the bravest man that ever
it's more than we deserve
So I'll love you in endless eternity..........................
"...and now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity."

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JESUS

Jesus.
He makes a way in the wilderness,
Jesus.
He makes a way where there is no other,
Jesus.
He’s the only way to the Father,
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life for all who believe.

Jesus.
He speaks the Truth to the inward part,
Jesus.
He speaks His Truth and there is no other,
Jesus.
He prays for you to His Father,
Jesus.
He’s the way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.

Jesus.
He is Life and Love for the soul of man,
Jesus.
He came to give us Life abundant,
Jesus.
Let’s lose our self life and live in His Life
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.

D. Severy Autumn 1996

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REACH ! lifting up Holy hands without wrath or doubting

Reach above the idols of today.
They’re very short, put next to God our King;
They can do for you not anything,
But lead you from Him far away to stray.

Look o’er the top their heads of dry hard clay,
To the now and to horizon’s bounds,
And then beyond to Christ in Majesty,
To His throne where praise and laud resound.

Put away the makings of dead gods.
Lend the sound of your own speech to prayer.
Put away the stone and clay and wood,
Away! The tools that formed the things we’ve dared.

Our hands and minds have plied the elements
With brilliance that could come alone from God,
Yet all the glitter, glamour is pretense
‘Til mind and hand and head to God do bow.

From obelisk to gate of Babylon,
From images of totems of the north,
And images that now do speak and move!
From these now all hell’s evil does pour forth.

The landscape once so clean is littered now
With gods all false and purposed to distract.
Now men do worship these and to them bow
And plow and seed to reap not looking back

To see the Truth of God they’ve left behind,
Preferring self to Him and Good and right.
With thoughts of self for self by self in mind
They darkly with deceit do walk the night.

So reach above all idols e’re were graved
And look to Heaven’s heights where now does sit
One Alive Who Was Will Be And IS
Forever : God Alone : our God : no hand e’er made !

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EXALTATION

O Lord, what is man?
What have You wrought in us,
who bow before Your Throne,
who are Your very own,
we who believe in Your Word?

O God, please, who am I?
Yes Lord, hear my cry,
O, may I kiss Your Son,
I long that every battle be won,
I do believe in Your Word.

Once a man was with You,
in a way we’ve never known,
no sin had Adam done,
and even then the Victory was won.

Christ was our Victor,
before the world was made,
our Father had prepared the way,
for the dawn and our everlasting Day.

O thank You my God, my King,
to You my heart I bring,
make it the thing that pleases You.
Let every fiber there be True.

The world must fade from view,
as I patiently wait on You to
work Your Will and Pleasure in me,
to set me apart and make me free.

So gently do you carry me,
I often of your presence am unaware,
o that my heart would learn and be still
to behold You and know You my God.

Where are Your rivals, O God O King,
who has accomplished things you’ve done?
Who would dare to compete with you?
There is no person compares with Your Son.

A man in our likeness yet More than we are,
our God and our Savior, He came from so far,
to seek us, to find us and save us from sin,
our Faith is our Victory, O in Christ we win !

This song cannot end as ahead lies the Day,
when the Lord: He is coming to take us away,

to Heaven:
our home as Eternity rolls
into unending life for
our unending souls.

Ten thousand ten thousands,
of angels and years,
will be awesome and beautiful
With nothing to fear,

except for God: our Counselor,

He our
Great King,

ten thousand ten thousands,

but none
fairer than Him.

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beauty

All I see is beauty,
every where I look,
where e’er my eyes fall open
upon Creation’s book.

Beautiful expressions
by a Master hand,
formed from thoughts ineffable,
of a Master’s plan.

Just to joyfully be and do
with Him: my present Friend,
I find true worth and second birth
in whom my Father sent.

The purpose that I’m made for:
is to be like Him in Love,
all my life Christ I’ll adore
as I soar with the Holy Dove.

He’s never going to lie to me,
He’s never going to sin;
if I’m hurting it’s not the fault
of Him whom I must win.

The Lord’s been O so good to me
there’s not much left to say;
except to praise His Holy Name
again!- again!- and
once again!
And each and every day,
And until the clouds He parts:
each day to always pray.

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ETERNAL SAVIOR

Eternal Savior, when were You ever not
destined for the cross?
When had You never saved us?
Your infinite Grace visits me
in my times.

Revealed, anointed, immersed with us
in death,
Your cruciform Manliness in time,
A divider of us all, and all our thoughts,
calls me forth.

Source and only Answer, our explanation.
Father: Our tremendous Imaginer.
In You: His Fullness —
as Son of Man and God You are,
with Your Holy Spirit.

Being— this is how we can say Your name:
“I AM”
YOU ARE above, beyond, unseen.
YOU ARE without our perimeter.
But YOU vISit with us.

O Divine Being, stay, and stay forever
and now in my infirmity,
assure me.
Please bless my hard, dark clay
with Your Holy Water and Strong Hands.

O Master Potter, soften, prepare
and turn me.
Make me different than all I’ve known.
Create me for Your pleasure and purpose.
I resign my will and design to thee.

O Master, what You have suffered me
to have made of myself till now,
seems so ugly and useless —
though I have survived my many sins,
and those obstacles You order or allow.

O Lord, my excuses
are very foolish.
The pain I avoid might surely heal me,
breaking my vain affections;
purging my lusts.

Holy Holy Holy Only Thou and yet…..
So must I be:
Holy. How, what can I ever do to become
Like You? O Holy and Humble one,
You became as You formed me!

Miracle God Man, Jesus; Eternal Jesus,
I’ll not object. My plea: Refine me in fire,
PLEASE! Burn off the dross.
Cast me in Your ever living Image
and call me Your own.
Amen.

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Meant To

Lord, you said it’s better
to give than to receive,
and Lord I want to tell you
I do believe, that
getting things for pleasure
indeed cannot relieve
the phony lonely feeling
there’s something more I need.

The truth is pure and simple,
and clothed within this Man
who came into our sin worn world
so we might understand :
that all we need is He, the Lord,
and our daily bread,
some sandals and a goodly cloak,
a hat upon our head.

And as we labor for Him
and seek His Kingdom just,
He adds to us that we which we need,
He promises, He must.
What’s more we often prosper,
for abundant life He gives,
and teaches us to share our wealth,
It’s how we’re meant to live.

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Book III

2005-12-09T16:42:00.009-05:00

Index:

1. The Outside View
2. A MUSE
3. A Muse
4. (untitled)
5. My Grave
6. (untitled)
8. Title is : “Untitled”
9. MY SEASONS
10. Five Haikus

The Outside View

From left and right:

Taking sides today is sport, and winning is never out of view.
We take our leisure to do war, and doing thus do strew
about with words the whims and foolishness we conjure.
As we spin our words, alas half knowing what they mean,
And so, not knowing what we meant, or what we meant to say…
Still our word spun buzzing threads are gathered to the shuttle,
And to the loom : to weave........

in fifty years we'll call it “History” -
Into whole cloth, where with warp and weft
we convolute the threads to thoughts, threads once dyed
In vats of prejudice and bigotry,
Woven in haughtily and naughtily into lies.
The outcome was never in doubt... Come !
Let us make the emporer his new clothes.

From here:

And popular today it is to say : “think outside the box”.
Now as I am wont to, I must define and align my self
with words and thoughts I understand ;
So that I may not expect
any torrent of confusion
or unexpected rain
of misinterpertation,
or discomfort
by vague intuition,
or contradiction of other.

How now : the box.

I think most people who want to think outside the box must consider the box.
Is not the box : the known? The universe of your minds attainments?
If so how small the box !
How easy it should be to leave it's parallelepiped*.
My box seems very small, so much exists outside it!
And so I go- where no others have gone before, into that which lies outside Moi, -to think!!

Therefore, I am persuaded that the outside is worthy of a wary walk,
for, outside the box : the unknown.
The unknown I know not whereof, whatof, when, how, or who of.
But there is no if, there is only is. I have parsed is, and found it to be.
Will you join me outside the box?

* The parallelepiped, a six-faced solid figure, symbolizes rationality and security and, in my imagery, it is used as the most favoured shape to take man and his mind through the mysterious voyage into time and beyond time. from www.josephcusimano.com/glossary/parallel.htm

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A MUSE

Ebbing faith has visited my soul and its discomfort settles over me like a too warm blanket of guilt. There is an expectation of enduring it in a lazy sort of way, not fully awake enough to the light of the morning star, sleepily pulling the covers overhead to block the bright rays, the penetrating rays of His Holy Convincer.

Sin always seems to be at the root of these periods of lackadaisical, lackluster, lay-about sessions. It is in this instance, a prime besetter that has visited me again. I’ll not mention it by name. Just use your imagination and one of your personal loathsome pet peevish sins will suggest itself to you. Forgive me. I don’t mean to trouble your soul. In fact you may wish to pray (I wish, too) for me and for yourself.

These bouts of beleaguering, bothersome, bad behavior are not to be endured long, but to be thrown off and overboard like stuff worse than refuse. Only one thing can be positively said for the experience of this garden variety backsliding. Its slow motion negative direction qualifies it as an acceptable part of the good fight, slightly better than the motionlessness of a dreaded becalming.

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A Muse

Ah, Abraham…. thou favored of the children of men in God’s green earth.
What was it about you that caught His eye?
Surely He knew you from before all time,
Surely he chose you out of all the flesh of earth,
A man who would follow You,
A man of steadiness toward You.

Isaac, it may seem your father preferred God to you.
Did you struggle against those ropes?
Did you trust God even as your dad?

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(untitled)

It's not easy writing poems
in this post modern age.
The times they are a changin' some,
most don't know where it's comin' from...
that is : the wrath and rage.

Men were once a gentler sort
of beings on this earth,
now it's as if some alien thought
has come forth, (evil's all it's got),
and stripped the world of worth.

We cry "values!" every day
and wonder : "...what men do!"
Shall we again fear and not tread
where fools have gone and filled their heads
with idols thru and thru?

It's not so much the rhymes don't come
or meters march along.
It's just the topics do depress,
they make for worry and distress,
so much today's gone wrong.

Thanks be to God, our only Good,
who by His Holy Flame;
is burning out the sin and doubt,
the tin and dross come up and out,
that pure gold may remain.

The more the sin, the more the Grace
God gives to us, it's sure;
He might prefer to lavish less
if we'd bear up and do our best
for Him whom we adore.

We're saved by Grace through faith
which we place in Jesus Christ, it's true.
So run this race toward Heavens shore
and in His strength YOU CAN endure
and rise beyond the blue.

TO MAN CHRIST SAYS
REPENT AND BELIEVE ,
WITH GOD ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE !!!

Lord, open every ear, that they may choose to
call upon Your Name, Baruch ha Shem ,
Amen .

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My Grave

I hope to go to my grave
one day
without issue or care or
woe.
And to rise up above,
enthralled and in love,
forgetting all matters
below.

In a world full of war,
still One I adore
carries me daily
through strife.
I speak now of whom we
call our Bridegroom
and the Way ,the Truth, and
the Life.

Though sin does abound,
this One I have found has
by dying and rising again;
given proof beyond doubt,
(we should give a great
shout)
He has Power to forgive
all our sin.

More and more grace He
gives to His race
of man, who has fallen so
short,
of the Glory they knew
when once the first two,
were by Satan made to be
sport.

So confidently I, a trembling lie and

await the great Day of
the Lord,
someday or anon, I'll arise
with a song,
to Christ: my eternal
Reward.

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(untitled)

I want to tell my story,
from beginning to the end.
I want my last day on earth
to end as I ascend
from earth's decaying grip,
from body's bony cage,
as joyfully my soul does slip
into it's new image.
I'll rest before God's mercy seat,
rest, all work below complete,
as there this new creation
becomes in Him replete.

I want the days that now remain
to bless my Holy Lord,
and each and every one contain
the blessing of His Word.
Oh that I would promptly now repent,
and always now obey
the Word from Father, heaven sent.
And always also pray
for grace and strength and bravery,
to shun all wicked knavery,
and strive for good, not wavering
until that endless Day.

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Title is : “Untitled”

i hear my name now and again.
every so often someone speaks
to me about something. i'm not a good
listener, but if you get my
ATTN : Hey you! that does it sometimes.
Soups on always gets it. Hey you is ...
human after all.
i have some friends too.
they call me Dave. and that's ok, it IS
my name, after all.
lots of excuse me’s on the bus,
some thank you's when i hold the door.
a letter came once addressed Dear Dr.
by mistake. that's sad though.
i'm not a Doctor, ...after all.
the best it's got is "Sir". that's for
my graying temples and the
wrinkles creepin’ ‘round
my eyes. that's for gettin' older.
o well, i guess that's ok too.

YYYYYYY

MY SEASONS

Fall draws near, that part of the year
he told me “the trees go to rest.”
As yellows and reds above my head
fall to the ground and are lying…

the dying I fear, is next in the year
when winter winds come sighing,
and clouds, often gray, and low all the day,
and few the birds be flying.

The cold and the freeze, Lord forbid us the sneeze,
can be bitter and trouble and woe.
My flesh is rare pleased as the nip in the breeze
tells of shoveling ……….shoveling snow.

Then spring makes its splash, with a shout and a dash
as glory and splendor do race,
bringing good cheer and a place in the year
to Thank our great Savior for grace.

The thaw has begun, sure.. thanks to the sun,
which was spoken by God and appeared;
and planting is made, and foundations are laid—
it’s my favorite time of the year.

Tis done all too soon, then in heat we do swoon
when summer does brightly affirm; that
for bread we must sweat, midst our sin and our debt,
and creation travails as we learn,

of God, who is love, and who guides from above
till we’re reaped like the crop in the field.
Our few days are spent, best in them repent
to our Rock, our strong tower and shield.

As fall again greets us, summer it meets
with the diurnal turn of the pole;
and crops taken in by the bushel and bin
bless the faithful, though hungry, dear souls.

All through the year God is so near
to the one who will fear Him as Lord.
As Father and Son, who with Spirit are One,
who is patient and kind and will not leave behind
the dear Soul who willingly comes,
and a trembling bows low,
to Him who doeAs know
each one... and He calls us by name.

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Five HAIKUS
1
not new enemies
should one be desiring
let foes become friends

2
dawn will mount it’s steed
upon his hind legs will rear
day awakes, dark flees.

3
dead men numberless
gone since God’s obit appeared
could it be a lie?

4
small black brown children
deeply truly they are loved
as all are: blessings

5
i was there alone.
an unseen presence met and
contradicted me

Book IV

2005-12-08T16:46:00.002-05:00

Index:
1. I See
2. 1 John 2:6
3. BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA
4. Aches and Pains
5. (untitled)
6. EXALTATION
7. It's A Privilege
8. ETERNAL SAVIOR
9. From Pentecost

I See

Jesus in Gethsemane
Sweating blood on bended knees

Jesus kissed by Judas now
A kiss betrays His fevered brow

Jesus picking up an ear
Wonders aloud why Him they fear

Jesus meeting Peter’s eye
Sees him leave with bitter cries

Jesus asked “Are you God’s son?”
Declares it so and His judging’s done

Jesus with Rome’s Governor
Telling gently why He was born

Jesus sent to Herod then
Silent, robed…. He returns again

Jesus scourged by Roman hands
Fulfilling prophecy’s demands

Jesus on the pavement next
Pilate looks for a pretext

Jesus comforts Pilate some
The man’s afraid, somewhat undone

Jesus stands as they cry out
“Crucify him, crucify him…”

Jesus… Pilate caving in
Fulfilling the law’s demands of sin

Jesus, garbed in my own clothes
Wearing insults, stripes and blows

Jesus bears the heaviest load
Down the Dolorosa Road

Jesus stumbles, Simeon nigh
Forced to help his Savior die

Jesus climbs the frightful hill
There His Holy Blood to spill

Jesus meek as any lamb
Naked, pierced in Feet and Hands

Jesus lifted up from the earth
Giving us our second birth

Jesus coat upon the ground
Despised the shame without a sound

Jesus speaks, lo, seven times
Words without a need of rhyme

Jesus promises the thief
New life with Him and no more grief

Jesus light has fled away
Comes the darkness at mid-day.

Jesus gives His Spirit up
Unto His Father... He’s drunk the cup.

Jesus riven is his tent
Like the Temple veil now rent

Jesus dead upon the cross
My precious hope ! at such cost!

Jesus pierced now once again
Water now on earth He sends

Jesus’ loved ones stand aghast
They thought His rule of love would last

Jesus’ friends now bury Him
The rich cool tomb He enters in

Jesus passes from human view
Almost as if they never knew……..yet

“Jesus, Jesus we saw You,
We touched You, we loved You…. Where are You?”

Jesus setting captives free
And taking captive captivity

Jesus preaching to those who slept
Before upon the earth He wept

Jesus, flashing, breaking out!
His disciples, filled with doubt,
See Him now, again, What’s this?
It’s Jesus, yes! It really is!!!!!

1 John 2:6

I can be holy.
For God would not ask of me
anything He is not able to have me be.

I can be perfect:
just as the Father I can be
far from sins wickedness. He set me free.

I have seen Jesus, the Son of God.
A living perfect portrait of God I have found
by His Spirit in His Book.

So I have seen the Father:
God, the Ancient of Days;
for I have seen Jesus in His Holy Prefection.

I can be like Jesus,
this I can do,
if I’ll but love everyone I meet,
and pray for Love to come and set them free,
and stay in love with Him whom I adore,
and shun all sin that Jesus abhors.

I’ll be like Jesus
Even today, holy and perfect.
Let it cost ALL the world of me,
what good is success anyway
if it’s not with Jesus.
If it’s not of Him, it has no worth.
I can be like JESUS !!!

BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA

Sin, the greatest tumult, and
doubts appalling fears;
war against God’s calling me
to His Son so near:
He , ready as my comfort
my shelter and my cheer.

Hell prepared for Satan,
and angels fallen down,
hell a man would not receive,
should he give his crown
to the great Jehovah :
Most High God renown.

Charity, Gods Love supreme
is what I’m destined for,
and Wisdom come from God above
will guide me to that shore,
which still waits for those who wait
for His return Whom they adore.

Heaven prepared, as for a Bride !
the New Jerusalem;
prepared by God for holy saints
who long to dwell therein.
It’s where I’ll go AND STAY one day,
and forever praise the Name !!!!!
Baruch, Baruch,
Baruch Ha SHEM YESHUA

Aches and Pains

Thank You, dear Lord for my aches and my pains,
some of which come and go with the rain.
Remind me they do, of a day yet to come
when my body lets go of a soul to its home.

Yea, at the sound of Your Voice may I hark,
and not ever to fear the world I’ll depart.
Would I even or ever oppose Your Sweet Will,
I would gain not a thing, O my soul: be thou still.

And peacefully knowing my Savior, He reigns,
whether or not have I aches or my pains,
whether or not I squirm or I rest,
Thank You dear Lord, says this bird from his nest.

In Your fair kingdom all bright and above
one day I’ll retire my troubles: to love.
Like a river we’ll flow, on……..on and on,
never to cease, no more dusk, no more dawn.
No need for the sun, for the moon or the stars
The Light of Your Son is so bright where You are.

(untitled)

Praise Thee Father and Thy Son
and Spirit Holy three in ONE
glory glory praise Thee Lord
living God oh Living Word
Your faith and ours now overcome
every battle now is won
oh the long dark night is done
comes the dawn now all is light
and we all precious in your sight
for ere and ere we’ll no more fight
no more sin or suffer then
so now to Thee our hearts we bow
and our tongues sing out Thy praise
banner anthem voice we raise
to our Christ our God ablaze
clothed in Light so very bright
o we joy in love abundant
Holy Holy best redundant
never ending just begun
(they were right oh this is fun)
blessings all now yours and mine
as our Son of God doth shine.

EXALTATION

O Lord, what is man?
What have You wrought in us,
who bow before Your Throne,
who are Your very own,
we who believe in Your Word?

O God, please, who am I?
Yes Lord, hear my cry,
O, may I kiss Your Son,
I long that every battle be won,
I do believe in Your Word.

Once a man was with You,
in a way we’ve never known,
no sin had Adam done,
and even then the Victory was won.

Christ was our Victor,
before the world was made,
our Father had prepared the way,
for the dawn and our everlasting Day.

O thank You my God, my King,
to You my heart I bring,
make it the thing that pleases You.
Let every fiber there be True.

The world must fade from view,
as I patiently wait on You to
work Your Will and Pleasure in me,
to set me apart and make me free.

So gently do you carry me,
I often of your presence am unaware,
o that my heart would learn and be still
to behold You and know You my God.

Where are Your rivals, O God O King,
who has accomplished things you’ve done?
Who would dare to compete with you?
There is no person compares with Your Son.

A man in our likeness yet More than we are,
our God and our Savior, He came from so far,
to seek us, to find us and save us from sin,
our Faith is our Victory, O in Christ we win !

This song cannot end as ahead lies the Day,
when the Lord: He is coming to take us away,

to Heaven:
our home as Eternity rolls
into unending life for
our unending souls.

Ten thousand ten thousands,
of angels and years,
will be awesome and beautiful
With nothing to fear,

except for God: our Counselor,

He our
Great King,

ten thousand ten thousands,

but none
fairer than Him.

It's A Privilege

(TO LIVE IN GOD’S UNIVERSE)

One more simple song from me to You,
to thank you for Your love, I do,
and praise and worship You alone, my Truth.
Here’s one more simple song for You.

I’ve found no better way each day,
than in Your presence Lord, to stay,
for grace and strength: Christ always to obey
and live in God in love always.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus,
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong. Oh hosanna, Hallelujah.

It’s a privilege Lord, it’s so true,
to become in time just like You.
To live and learn, within Your care,
of Your mercy and Your grace
beyond all compare.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong. Oh hosanna, Hallelujah.

Help us live our days aware:
Others of Your own we need embrace.
And for the lost and loathsome, let us dare
to warn them of things which must
soon take place.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong.
Oh hosanna, Hallelujah!

ETERNAL SAVIOR

Eternal Savior, when were You ever not
destined for the cross?
When had You never saved us?
Your infinite Grace visits me
in my times.

Revealed, anointed, immersed with us
in death,
Your cruciform Manliness in time,
A divider of us all, and all our thoughts,
calls me forth.

Source and only Answer, our explanation.
Father: Our tremendous Imaginer.
In You: His Fullness —
as Son of Man and God You are,
with Your Holy Spirit.

Being— this is how we can say Your name:
“I AM”
YOU ARE above, beyond, unseen.
YOU ARE without our perimeter.
But YOU vISit with us.

O Divine Being, stay, and stay forever
and now in my infirmity,
assure me.
Please bless my hard, dark clay
with Your Holy Water and Strong Hands.

O Master Potter, soften, prepare
and turn me.
Make me different than all I’ve known.
Create me for Your pleasure and purpose.
I resign my will and design to thee.

O Master, what You have suffered me
to have made of myself till now,
seems so ugly and useless —
though I have survived my many sins,
and those obstacles You order or allow.

O Lord, my excuses
are very foolish.
The pain I avoid might surely heal me,
breaking my vain affections;
purging my lusts.

Holy Holy Holy Only Thou and yet…..
So must I be:
Holy. How, what can I ever do to become
Like You? O Holy and Humble one,
You became as You formed me!

Miracle God Man, JesuAs; Eternal Jesus,
I’ll not object. My plea: Refine me in fire,
PLEASE! Burn off the dross.
Cast me in Your ever living Image
and call me Your own.
Amen.

From Pentecost

Thou hast stored up blessings for this day
From before the worlds were made.
The blessings of my life in Thee,
The will of God Thou hast for me,
Please show me them, I pray.

None other master have I now,
I worship Thee to whom angels bow.
Thy goodness Lord, so truly kind,
I pray this day you help me find,
And in Thy joy and day I’ll go.

Thy mysteries, some still are kept
Some as mortal men still slept.
But others we have come to know,
And surley do Thy works all show
Thy power, love and grace.

Through One great death, we in life proclaim
That Life, which freed us from guilt and shame:
“It’s Thy best gift, Lord Christ Thy Son”,
And we, in Thy sweet perfection,
We rest and cheer for Thy great Name.

Thy passage through the cool dark tomb,
And hell and back, some do assume
To walk with those Thou chose again,
No more the twelve, now eleven,
Such awe it still invokes.

Thy last days and words with them,
Sweet joy to write them with a pen,
It was to a saint, his memory stirred
By Holy Ghost. These things were heard
For centuries for centuries now elapsed.

And awesome day when all was done,
Thy foretold course, now fully run,
Thy beautiful feet- up off the ground,
Thou lifted into heavens clouds,
From human view eclipsed.

Now angels calmly promise them
Of Thy sure return again
“Just as He left ,He will descend",
To those, His own whose hearts a rent,
Will then receive their God.

So look now hopefully above
Where dwelleth true and only Love,
Who waiting for the secret time
Will come again a second time
To do His Father’s will.

Book V

2005-12-06T17:04:00.005-05:00

Index:
1. A song
2. JESUS
3. victory song
4. remembed to you
5. let me
6. I'll see you
7. Fight Song
8. Gurgle
9. Clear Eyed

A song

1
There's a song in my heart somewhere today,
if I listen real close I will hear what it says,
Can I be so still so there's nothing between,
my soul and the lyric my God sings to me?

chorus
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O come to us Jesus and take us today,
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O ride through the clouds and snatch us away.

2
My Savior's the Singer who sings sweet and low,
He's my Brother and Friend and He makes me to know
Of the Glory and Holiness reserved Above,
safe for the ones who are born of the Dove.

You are Lord, God the Lord,
O come to us Jesus and take us today,
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O ride through the clouds and snatch us away.

3
There's a song in my soul, I can hear the first strains,
It's a blessing Dear lord, and no doubt remains,
It's the voice of Your Spirit, I hear it now soft,
Thank You Lord as I listen I hear it more oft.

You are Lord, God the Lord,
O come to us Jesus and take us today,
You are Lord, God the Lord,
O ride through the clouds and snatch us away.

Jesus

Jesus.
He makes a way in the wilderness,
Jesus.
He makes a way where there is no other,
Jesus.
He’s the only way to the Father,
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life for all who believe.

Jesus.
He speaks the Truth to the inward part,
Jesus.
He speaks His Truth and there is no other,
Jesus.
He prays for you to His Father,
Jesus.
He’s the way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.

Jesus.
He is Life and Love for the soul of man,
Jesus.
He came to give us Life abundant,
Jesus.
Let’s lose our self life and live in His Life
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.

victory song

MAKE UP A TUNE AND GO!

This is the victory,
This is the victory,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
This is the victory,
This is the victory,
that overcometh the world, EVEN OUR FAITH!

We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world!!!!!

Put no confidence,
Put no confidence,
Put no confidence, no confidence in the flesh…
Put no confidence,
Put no confidence,
Put no confidence, no confidence in the flesh!!!!!

We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world!!!!!

Make no provision for,
Make no provision for,
Make no provision for, no provision for your flesh…
Make no provision for,
Make no provision for,
Make no provision for, no provision for your flesh !!!!!

We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world…
We walk by faith,
We do not walk by sight,
This is the victory, that overcometh the world !!!!!

remembed to you

I remember Jesus to you.
Surely you have heard
how wonderful
how true
is God’s Son, a miracle !
Sent once to us to die,
that we should live forever :
you and I.

I remember Jesus to you now.
Will you remember too
and humbly bow?
And give your all,
your allegiance
to the King of every king.
He gave up His throne in heaven
that we’d have everything; forever :
You and I.

I remember Jesus, He’s alive.
He’s a friend I cannot do without
for how could I survive
God’s judgment for my sins
which offend His Righteousness.
So I throw myself on my knees.
He forgives my sins and saves my soul.
Oh my soul, the Lord now bless.

let me

Let me be, Let me be,
Let me be, be, be!
Let me be like Jesus
O let my heart be free.
Free, free, free!
Let God’s Spirit dwell in me.
O let me be like Jesus,
O let me be free!

Not free as the world would be,
But let me be free.
In my mind and in my soul
Let no sin conquer me.
Though my foes may be many,
They’ll not reign over me.
For I’m free, free, free,
God’s Spirit dwells in me.

Free and at peace
Let me be, be, be.
With peace that comes from Jesus;
And the Truth that sets me free.
Though the sinful flood now roars,
And the lawless fires burn,
I’m free from sin’s dominion
Jesus makes me free.

I'll see you (forever)

I’ll see you forever
For you are a part of me,
And I myself a part of thee,
Inseparable in God.

Thre is no tomorrow now,
Though sun may rise and set,
And sleepy eyes may slumber,
Eternity is now set.

It’s stamped upon my heart and yours.
It’s seal : the Love of Christ
Which willingly I have received
And cherish more than life.

This soul awaits a body that will not die.
This soul awaits to see Him with it’s eye.
This soul awaits our meeting in the sky.
For faithful is our God who once did die, but now’s ALIVE.
We’ll see Him forever.

Fight Song

Dear Ones, The 1st stanza is not mine. I will try to find the author to give proper credit. The 2nd and 3rd stanzas I added. None the less ::TO GOD BE THE GLORY!!!! It is a song; sung to the melody of a school fight song. In the third verse you can insert a name in the blank. This song must be sung with sincerity, zeal, and zealous faith, less it remain the light thing of a football game fight song. It can be sung very slowly, deliberately, and with determination. It is, after all, a prayer. James 5:16 Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much. The Lamb's poet.

Fight Song

Fire, the Holy fire, it’s the Fire we need today,
Fire, the Holy fire, send it down OLord we pray,
Fire, the Holy fire, burn away all sin and dross,
Send it down O Lord, we need the Fire of Pentecost,
Send it down O Lord, we need the Fire of Pentecost.

Jesus, O Holy Jesus, please give the promises You have made,
Jesus, O Holy Jesus, laid up in heaven for today,
Jesus, O Holy Jesus, you for no other we would trade,
Send them down O Lord, we need the Fires of Pentecost,
Send them down O Lord, we need the Fires of Pentecost.

Father, O Reverend Father, please do a miracle today,
Father, O Reverend Father, heal bro. (or sis.)____ now we pray,
Father, O Reverend Father, burn away all fear and doubt,
Send it down Dear God, we need the power of Pentecost,
Send it down Dear God, we need the power of Pentecost.

Gurgle

Should you be surprised
If God responds to you:
According to the manner
Of the things you did and do?

Does it make you angry
And even paranoid:
That One whom you can’t see is there
Whom no one shall avoid?

Everyone must face Him,
And everyone has thoughts
About the whys and wherefores
Of Jesus and the cross.

Children know that God is love
Before they learn their speech,
And gurgle out their songs of praise:
We should listen as they teach.

Joyful in their glory,
God's image yet unmarred
by the devil’s will and cruel deceit
Children as they are...

To become as little children
Is what our God commands,
For their’s, a trusting innocence
Does please the Son of Man.

He rides above the heavens
And rules the open seas,
But still has love for sinners
Who now do bow their knees.

His invitation still goes out
To them both far and near.
To Jew and gentile God still calls
Each day and month and year.

Give humble adoration
And all sincere respect,
Be yet brave, and cower not,
In honesty give all you’ve got
He will save, you'll not regret.

Clear Eyed

They call it a windows to my soul my eyes.
And it needs so very much, more, as I die,
To be able and pure, and like
Your clear Eyes.

I see inside of me,
And that, through my window, does trouble me,
It's not that I see too clearly,
But that I look so much.

My eye is open, but rarely truly clear,
And that, I do fear,
Is a matter on which You have spoken,
And every so clear is Your Speech.

The mote and the beam, and what may be seen
Has set men in motion,
The things that we do and our ideas of truth
Have room to improve in devotion to You...

But try as I might and I do,
Though weakly and very much to infrequently,
The smudges and filth,
Laying there at my sills often hinder my view.

Messiah, Oh Clear Eyed One,
Such distance I see looking out from my soul.
It must be traveled each day until Thy Day,
and should be eased by expelling my doubt,
And the sins of sheer pride that roil inside,
Of the windows to my soul.

Not only in me, but in others I see,
This lacking of clearness forebodes,
That the judgments of men, and the love You command,
And the change you must find in our souls,
Are works yet unfinished.

Book VI

2005-12-05T17:11:00.003-05:00

Book VI
Index:
1. doing what can be done
2. Tears and Laughter
3. Getting There
4. go to fixin'
5. FOLLOW ME
6. (untitled)
7. two tree tales
8. You Need Him

doing what can be done

Fallen from a place so special
At God’s own side, Adam
Now sits outside the garden’s gate,
The hot east wind to demonstrate
The consequences of sin and pride:
He and Eve have died.

Why should a fate so cruel
Be thrust upon our world?
Did not God create us for Himself?
What can we do(?) now but grieve
And pray to Him to receive
A reversal from our missed fortune,
A return to His favor once more.

Tears and Laughter

Many mornings mourn for living,
Many faces seem so grim.
These weights that are carried inside the hearts,
Can they be but the force of sin?

Faces!: Where is Jesus?
What have you done with Him?
Have you not heard that He lives,
And died that you, might too, begin
A life free of the devil’s lying power,
And the power of death so grim?

Our lives are measured day by day.
One never knows the hour
of their passing quite away,
to sweetness or to sour.

Living now is not of hell,
Nor of heaven. Yet, I tell
that in our groaning joy may walk

Though sorrow our lot can sometimes be,
Affliction is suited to our need,
That we might purify our deeds.

Nonetheless does wisdom not
Proclaim herself in every jot
And tittle writ by Him,
Whom we receive and we must win?

We know Him Whom we do now bless.
We know the joy, the promised rest
Is our to come, and even now
Does lighten up our earthen brow.
Yet if our days find trial and test
In our tears we remain blest.

Now so we walk with our Paraclete :
Sweet Spirit God to guide our steps
On the Way, in the Truth, in the Life;
With brief tumult and fleeting strife.
With tears which turn to joy and praise
When Morning's hymns and anthem we raise
To call Him Lord : the Ancient of Days.

Hallelu Yah !!! Glori a Dios !!!

Getting There

Present things in present days,
which of all if any rule?
Bits of memories remembered now-
we called them history when in school.
We cry out values, good and bad,
searching always for their measure.
All of life we live long days,
which of any of us prays?

We have not the things we would have,
having left off from the asking.
What we get by our own devices
is wildly wasted in lusting.
Of our hearts, of my heart
will it never ever end?
In our hearts, in my heart,
this crazy craving evil bent?

Hidden stashes overflow
from the larder heavy laden,
in the storeroom, where I go
when I’m not remembering
how You went up on that hill that day
to purge away from me my foolishness and lust.

Grief and sadness will appear
when that flood subsides;
and leaves up on the banks of my hearts river
grief and sadness and loss besides.

Stop ! Don’t seed the clouds of doubt,
the clouds of wrath, or the clouds about
the minds of others, brothers, broken too.
Gently sow the Word of Grace,
which hearers hearts may then amend to.

Seek the Sower of the Truth,
Sowing freely Yahweh's Word,
Prepare your soil for His pass,
Receive the Seed, and the Water.
Sprout. Burst upward, grow.
Let the root sink deep, be made precious harvest for to reap
When in Eternity at last
Frees you from all harm in heavens grasp.

Find a hook set fat with bait,
not to nibble, - devour it.
Let the Angler sent of heaven
harvest you. Though you may fight
the rod and reel and staff,
you’ll find a Fisherman of might
will land you: purged of all your strength:
a lamb-like little fish for His table.

Thou fish, now caught, raptured, dazed, near death,
He delivers you with a kindly blow,
and mortified, you feel not the fillet knife
as you are prepared for the meal.
You are become a pleasant dish,
and your aroma a pleasing one to Him, Thou fish.

You are consumed, and united in Him
who is Life
and is Love.

go to fixin'

Everybody wants to rule the world.
Nobody knows how.
It’s too big for one man or lady.

Little more should need be spoken
Except that everything’s been broken
Everyday we go to fixin’
And come behinder than we started.

What’s missing? We should ponder
About how and why the walls fell down.
And why the dust, it never settles
And why the Kings are no more crowned.
And why

every day we go to fixin’ and come behinder
than when we started.

FOLLOW ME

if you see my light shining oh follow me
if you see my face lit up share the joy
if you see me burdened down
lend a shoulder or a hand
if you see my knees a shaking steady me

if I persist in foolishness oh do rebuke me
if you see me falling down do pray for help
if you see me in a sin oh
correct me please I pray
if you see that I’d repent oh call me on

if you see me hesitate warn me well now
if you see that I have heard disciple me
oh I want to go to heaven not to hell so
if you see that I’ve repented
PRAISE the LORD

if you see my tear stained face
well HALLELUJAH
if you see me on my knees
come join with me
if you see me thanking Jesus
for His mercy and His love
think of all the love He’s given thee.

all it cost of me was my refuse/garbage/dust
for that was all I had the day I met Him
I brought nothing to His table ‘cept my sin stained hands and feet
in my dirty rags I met Him

He - full of grace and truth and love
full of faith and holiness
beyond what words can speak

I pray :

that a little more like Jesus
you see me day by day
less and less like that old man now crucified;
less and less like that old world
that is simply passing away,
that old world that I fear not nor now abide.

if you see me leaping shouting “Glory! Glory!”
know He’s near and dear to me this very day
come and follow oh I’ll take you to the Savior
and you’ll leap and shout and sing :

“He is THE WAY!”

there’s no other like the Christ
He’s the Messiah
oh Yeshua is ha Shem, oh Adonai

follow me???????????????????

NO!!! FOLLOW HIM!!!
oh we’ll live no more to sin
but to worship, love
and praise our God on high!

(untitled)

O how this heart of mine does ache
and needs to,
for still so much
is left to do ...

O, praise Thee, for
Thou hast made me
ever more and for
to please Thee.

two tree tales
*** *** *** *** ***
1
I never thought that I would be
a lovelier being than a tree.
But trees we hew and saw and burn,
with them we made the butter churn
and a thousand goods of a day now past...
But I was made and meant to last
and be build upon the Rock, you see,
and pass into eternity.

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2
Planted like a tree whose leaf
will never fade, never to burn,
no need for sun, for light of moon
no dark of night, no death - no tomb.

When above in endless life,
with Christ who fought and won the fight
God gives us Heaven’s Rest,
We’ll rest in our Holy King.

Then we’ll love and live to love,
as we should live to love here now:
for God is never pleased with sin
and to love would teach us how,
Would we be humble, our knees to now bow(?).

Only here and now, below;
“life”: it seems to come and go
tossed like driftwood to and fro
upon rough rugged seas.

But when upon the rugged tree
Christ did finish all His work,
The "life" we lived was changed,
our destiny was unhinged
from death and corruption
and the Life God is was given back
to those who trust in Him.

You Need Him

When the hours have worn away
the strength I had at the break of day,
I’ll remind my soul:

“you need Him:
rest and worship now thy Maker,
rest in Him and pray.”

Early, early, afore the dawn,
strength renewed and sleep's now flown,
I’ll remind my soul:

“you need Him,
seek Him for that perfect Strength,
in thy weakness and in Him alone.”

When by noon and now a hungered,
I halt for meat to be sustained,
I’ll remind my soul:

“you need Him,
rest and with thanksgiving
offer praise for all His favor given.”

Book VII

2005-12-04T17:18:00.005-05:00

Index:

1. NO QUESTIONS
2. my cross /{MY ANSWER}
3. To Prepare A Place
4. The Gospel Of Grace
5. Got Jesus?
6. REACH !

NO QUESTIONS

Please don’t blame me
for the hurt you cause yourselves.
I don’t want you for my enemies.
I would have you as my friends.

Things happen for good reason,
you don’t need to understand
all that ever happened,
nor all that comes to pass.

Everything you need to know
I’ve told you.
Every thing you need
I’ve given it to you.
When one Day you join with me
in heaven:
QUESTIONS? o who explains to whom?

All of you have suffered some misfortune,
all of you committed many sins.
The promises I’ve made cannot be broken,
please Dear One, repent and enter in.

To each I give the needed simple measure
of faith, with which a man may now believe.
Don’t spurn the weight, the glory of my Treasure:
The Man, my son Yeshua, o : do receive.

They asked, “What shall we do that we may
work the works of God?”
Jesus answered, “This is the work of God:
that ye believe on Him whom He hath sent.”

I understand how much you now are hurting,
I know that you too are sinned against.
Remember that it’s you my Son was serving
when He suffered more than any ‘fore or since.

His suffering in its strangeness served a purpose,
that sons and daughters, mine you might become.
So as He accomplished my will for you to live,
I plead for you to Us your life now give.

my cross /{MY ANSWER}

My Cross

Wasn’t one cross enough, Lord?
Why must I pick up my own?
Yours accomplished everything, did it not, Lord?

Didn’t You do it all, Lord?
and do it all for me,
and take away every sin of every man?
Didn’t You Lord?

I know that I’ve done wrong, Lord,
I’ve broken all Your law.
But have You not forgiven this, haven’t You?

So why, Lord, O Lord, do I, Lord,
have this cross of mine ? Lord?
Why must I pick it up, o Lord? Why ?

MY ANSWER

My son, my goal for you is
to be just like me.
As I am like my Father,
so you shall also be.

Holy, pure and sinless,
I was once crucified,
taking away sin’s mess
On the day I died.

You must take your cross, son,
and carry it each day,
and nail your lusts and habits to it,
if so, then you may

take your place in
the Life, son,
and identify with me;
to show the world around you
just what a man can be:

who trusts
in me alone son,
who walks with me each day,
and gives up every thing he has
for Heavens brighter Way.

I took leave of Heaven’s best
for God’s eternal life and plan
to end the pain and every strife and give
His power to every willing man.

The cross will humble you, son,
the cross will give you strength,
to overcome your sins, son,
and reach my Holiness.

So pick it up and carry it,
this instrument of death :
like mine which brought you life, son,
yes, it’s for the best.

FEAR NOT
YEA I AM WITH YOU
to steady every step
you take with me to Calvary,
there to get the Victory,
there to have me set you free:
for ever and eternity.

To Prepare A Place

Sin the greatest folly,
doubt the rankest fear,
war against the calling
of God’s Son who is so near,
who willingly, supplies all need
and bids “be of good cheer”.

Hell prepared for Satan
and angels fallen away,
hell a man would not receive
should he put his stay
upon the great Jehovah
whose Spirit leads each day.

Charity, Christ’s love supreme
is what I’m destined for,
and Wisdom now from God above
will guide me to that shore
which waits for those who wait now still,
for His return, whom they adore.

Heaven prepared as for a Bride,
the New Jerusalem,
prepared by God for holy saints
who are washed by Holy blood,
it’s where I’ll go and stay one day
and forever and ever: BARUCH ha SHEM!
(Baruch ha Shem = Praise the Lord)

The Gospel Of Grace

The Gospel of Grace that came from above,
Holy Ghost giv’n to the called in one verse
Is laid before all to the ends of the earth-
The manifest writ of His love.

Though Chaptered and numbered and versioned today,
It’s Spirit can never be fractured apart.
One Sword of the Spirit cuts right to each heart-
The lively bold writ of His love.

Penned by so many who listened toHim
The story it tells is alive in it’s words
Of one faith, one baptism and one Holy Lord-
The inspired writ of His love.

For doctrine, instruction, correction, reproof:
All in righteousness from first to last,
It’s high worth shall never be ever surpassed,
The True Holy writ of His love.

It’s known as the Bible which really means “book”.
Holy it’s called and if YOU take a look
Inside it’s good pages and study it well-
Your name can be writ in His love.

Got Jesus?

He don't gotta say "gotcha"
'cause he already do!
What i wanna know is
do you know Him too ?

He don't need ta say
"I told you so."
What i really wanna know is
Do ya hear what He says ?

It's a simple message,
a child can tell ya it,
an a blessin' ta hear
the Bible's Holy Word.

If ya hear this thing
that's real, that i'm speakin',
Hear: the deals for you
if it's Heaven your seekin':

The Gospel of John, Chapter 3:16-18
16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
18 He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. (the words of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ)
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The Gospel (according to Paul) from Romans Chapter 10:8-13
8 But what saith it? The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth, and in thy heart: that is, the word of faith, which we preach;
9 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.
10 For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.
11 For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.
12 For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him.
13 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

REACH ! lifting up Holy hands without wrath or doubting

Reach above the idols of today.
They’re very short, put next to God our King;
They can do for you not anything,
But lead you from Him far away to stray.

Look o’er the top their heads of dry hard clay,
To the now and to horizon’s bounds,
And then beyond to Christ in Majesty,
To His throne where praise and laud resound.

Put away the makings of dead gods.
Lend the sound of your own speech to prayer.
Put away the stone and clay and wood,
Away! The tools that formed the things we’ve dared.

Our hands and minds have plied the elements
With brilliance that could come alone from God,
Yet all the glitter, glamour is pretense
‘Til mind and hand and head to God do bow.

From obelisk to gate of Babylon,
From images of totems of the north,
And images that now do speak and move!
From these now all hell’s evil does pour forth.

The landscape once so clean is littered now
With gods all false and purposed to distract.
Men do worship these and to them bow
And serve these dead messengers not looking back
To see the Truth of God they’ve left behind,
Preferring pleasure to Him and Good and right.
With thoughts of self for self by self in mind
They darkly with deceit do walk the night.

So reach above all the idols
which ever were graved
And look to Heaven’s heights
where now does sit
One Alive
Who Was Will Be And IS
Forever : God Alone : our God : God whom no hand ever made !

Book VIII

2005-12-03T17:25:00.001-05:00

Index:
1. Courage
2. nineeleven
3. I Would
4. Hated
5. The LIFE
6. PRIDE
7. change

Courage

I must have courage to face this,
The Day has dawned
and everything has changed.

The days gone by have left their mark
upon my outer man.
Yet inside, deep within
I am also marked by that which has been,
still it is, and still I may be freed.

Free to see reality, to know Truth,
to see clearly, to be without confusion,
to see with an uncompromised eye:
what is and why.

The limits are taken away.
All my capacity is available
because life with courage permits
effort without vanity.

Let obstacles come, for testing nurtures
inner strength and strength of the inner
man must grow. Courage is for strength,
and strong I need to grow.

Let interest accrue to that Deposit in my soul
which is made for a possession
in the future,
the possession is the Future.

I am a deposit in an account.
I am a portion of an inheritance.
I am a coin in Another Realm.
I am an expectation of another Will.
I am beloved of God, and the joy of the Lord is my Strength.

nineeleven

Yesterday I was the plumber
you did not want to call;
yesterday I was his teacher,
caught him running in the hall.
Everyday I’ve been your neighbor,
we talked about baseball...
but now it is tomorrow,
can’t go back before their fall.

Last week you shopped for Niecy,
she needed things for school,
the weekend came, we rested.
It went too fast for you.
And Monday came way too soon,
found me feeling kinda blue...
but now it is tomorrow.
What next will they do?

Everybody’s askn’ why
they chose to hurt and kill us
on that sunny day.
And when the next attack will come,
and where these evil men were from.
I really do not know at all, my friend,
if I can ever say.

But this I’ll say, I will :

Put your trust in Jesus,
and love your neighbor well.
Treasure more the hours,
how many none can tell,
of life, it may be long or short-
‘sfor sure we all will die.
It was horror at the towers fall,
but dear ones don’t you cry.

It’s been said many times,
I’ll say it once again:
“It’s how you play the game that counts,
not if you lose or win.”
The things that now are coming,
come not from men alone;
God’s hands and angels guiding
will surely guide us home.

We’re citizens of heaven
or denizens of hell,
some say the which from which
only God can truly tell.
But what men say and do in life,
speak volumes in God’s ear,
So choose your steps with wisdom
and to Jesus draw most near.

I Would

Can I ever, will I ever, may I ever?
Ever I would be changed.
Seems, it would be easier; better we know
“... if it is with difficulty that the righteous is saved,
what will become of the godless man or sinner?”

An end approaches,
can’t avoid... so don’t deny,
Lay over and onto the Strength
who alone can bear us up,
the Pilot who knows.
We know well enough that we alone cannot.

Ignorance fading in Light
as the bliss of Truth’s baptism
brings foundation and completion,
promises sure for infinite being.

“For in Him all the fullness of Deity dwells in bodily form,
and in Him you have been made complete,
and He is the head over all rule and authority.”

Choosing sides, and distilling from greyness
that which endures and assures,
a trust beyond time and times, yet
still.. a Trust for today.

"hated"
“...they hated me first...”

Why so hated, these?
Why no place? O please...
do not fault me for my birth.
Who among us chose this earth?
One day I did awake and here I was
and came to know some Art beyond
was reason for my being;
and perhaps someday I might be seeing
just why it was I did appear
in time, in space, said day, said year.
But why, o neighbor, can you tell,
Am I now so hated like as cast to hell?

Why so hated am I now?
Because my soul to Him I bow?
Am I not one free, like you?
to choose my Master and be true
to that which He alone can teach
of Heaven’s Life, for which I reach?

What threat is He, this Man to you?
Why it’s as if you really knew,
that what is said of Him is so!
The Bible, Word, does it not show
He truly lived and will return
His wheat to gather, chaff to burn?

Does Christ’s faith expose your sin?
And show up every snare and gin
of habits evil, more than you know,
and flaws in what you say and sow?

Discomfited by what you hear and see?
Should this be cause to hate a man like me?
We’ve all done evil, every one —
that’s why God has Sent His Son:
to take and bear away our sin,
that on the Day of entering in,
He will welcome those who meekly now,
while yet on earth below do bow.

Perhaps what you hate is the limited choice:
it’s clacketty clang... or heaven’s Voice,
the devils and flames, or eternal love
which sweetly beckons from above.

Oh that God grant ears to hear
and hearts would turn from fright to the cheer
of a future of hope... free of all harm
craving, fearing, tears and alarm.

By His Sovereign Grace, which no man deserves,
we’ll rise to His Kingdom, forever to serve,
to worship and praise God in bliss
How is it, o, that I’m hated for this?

(John 15:18-25)

The LIFE

Oh, young man, there will be times in your life
when the turmoil and strife will seem insane.
As the days wax toward the end of all things (it’s at hand),
and some days will dark as the night.

So ready yourself in the Lord’s armor,
show yourself approved unto God.
Learn to watch, and to pray-
to stay your whole mind and life on Jesus and his word.

Oh, young woman, be aware,
that the things that some dare
and do
bring much sorrow and pain to their lives.
Seeds sown in an hour
have a lifetime of power.
If they sprout they may grow and bear fruit.

Oh, boys and girls life is long, so live!
Live and grow and be strong: using strength
not for evil, but for good. And learn to
KNOW God’s dear voice, then you will make
the right choices, and be safe
and live life as all should.

“Our battle is not against flesh and blood,”
But against the Satan, against his boastful lie.
To our enemies we give love, to them we do good.
But the devil we do war with God’s host.

PRIDE

WORSE, worse than six others
is this primal beast. Conceit:
unbridled, yet cast surely down;
where it murmurs and seems still to roar,
the enemy of all quiet.

VEXING the very pure of heart, vexing
hard is this primal beast. Braggart:
puffed and prating to its fall
it fell to vexing every man
and tries the more to wreck every heart.

NONE, no part was found
of this primal beast in Him. Folly:
enamored of self, still clamors
for the Victory, yet is once forever fully
deprived of all its lust by Him.

STAY NOW thy soul upon this Conqueror
of the primal beast !!! Hypocrisy:
its experience is now and ever doomed,
and ever failing in its “success”: "to
steal away a soul, bitterly".

STAY and BUILD upon this Rock who will
annihilate the primal beast !!! Pride:
the first of seven and all sins other,
all frauds, filth and lusts. Thy ROCK
will give thee VICTORY and more besides.

Change

change your mind
you are not alone
your need is great
and many are like you
think outside all the boxes
take your thoughts from the truth

change your actions
so must we all
our need is great
and many stumble as we do also
act according to the better angels
take your cues from their master

change your place
if only all would avail
of the greatest gift
to receive of him
and be translated
from death to life

Book IX

2005-12-02T16:55:00.002-05:00

Index:
1. Now and THEN
2. Gently, Pray
3. after the afterfall He's afterall
4. Priority
5. Pilgrim's Prayer
6. WATER
7. TEARS
8. wait...

Now and THEN

Pay attention to Jesus,
Do so more each day.
Think of the Gift God offered up
To make for you a Way.

To return in Life to the Father,
Almighty Ruler of all;
To escape eternally dying the death
That will not saints befall.

Jesus is He who does love you
Like no other man, woman or child.
Yet He must punish the ones who will not
Receive Him, the lamb so meek and so mild.

He stepped right out of Glory
And into this world for you,
Do well and read of HIStory
Do repent and do: evil eschew.

What greater goal can a man set before him
Than to please the one who fashioned his soul?
And joy in the God who made him a vessel
To hold the Spirit of Life.

DON’T, my friend, too easily cast
These few, but grave words to the wind,
Consider the end to which we all come,
And what will happen then.

O Gently, Pray

Nature’s law seems so ill thought of,
Earth and sky and sea so wrought
In beauty by the largest hands,
The hands of Him who’s called the Son of Man.

We dig, blast and defoliate,
And pour concrete in by the ton.
We build up to the sky and cloud
Glassy, stony, steely mountains.

We think we need them, tho for what
I really can’t determine, but
Surely know that more will come
And scrape the clouds before man’s done.

And men will never quit, you know
To try to make life "better," so
Their flesh will not be o’er exposed
To cold wind, rain and snow.

God help?!

that drought
Should find them out.........

of doors!

It’s plain to see that nature’s worth
Is lesser prized than in yesteryear.
Machines to work, as did men’s hands,
Do more to change the lands.

O pray that men might gently move
The things found in their way;
That carefully they might survey
And thoughtfully to improve.

after the afterfall He's afterall

To turn a phrase, to bend around,
or square a thought and build upon
the vapor of a tidy word,
and weave a gilded filigree
to please the ear of modern man,
I dare not give to such a plan.

The moderns take themselves for gods,
divine within their metaphysick,
cursed ills of strong desire
rule their flesh bound appetites.
No mystery to spot a Mod,
who sputters speech like untamed static,
ever immersed in sins dark mire,
not aware the Holy Fire
could lift him from his plight.
Plight of maddening variances,
thoughts he comes to seem as chance,
like how he thinks the worlds were made,
as accidents without a hand
or mind or thought for what now is,
no right, no rule, no far foresight,
only lonely “randomness”...

The sand upon a thousand shores
has more order than he affords.
The molecules of H2O
show more wisdom than he knows.
The sky above the earthen shore,
the hidden deep, the mountain ice,
and death’s sure curse for Adam’s meal,
the entropy of men and all in motion,
all will show the eye that sees:
natures law once wrought by God.
He has offset their primal course
to chasten us in life, that we might cease
from evil ways and from all earthly strife.

So much history, should it not reveal the mystery
to the one who thinks about life’s ironies?
How is it that man, so elevated above his fellow creatures,
lives at a level of dishonesty so far below their honest natures?

Dogs and cats are less corrupt than we.
It’s said we are post or post post modern now by some,
Can’t we see the sham? Its sum
is reaching heavens shore with lies
piled higher up the earth’s blue skies.
Have mercy on us God. Illuminate the Mod.

Priority

Bobby wanted for the grace
to paint himself a masterpiece.
Those who paint them might desire
the grace to sing or play the lyre,
and they who strum might want a drum,
to bang out praise all day.

Yet like Mary I would be,
and find the Master, and at His feet
I’d sit with Him, and there be free.

Grant O Lord, Thy Soveriegn Will,
be that I’d not feign but now be still,
to learn and to practice Thy Pure Love,
to hear Thy wisdom from above,
from Father and Christ His Son.

PILGRIMS PRAYER /March 1, 2005

O God, sustain me in repentance for Thy pleasure,
Create a heart in me that will not faint.
You alone are Good, and all Your Goodness so Gracious.
May my every deed become those of the saint.

There is no other Way on earth I wish to travel,
no other path leads where we want for me to go;
You are everything, all other ways are nothings
To ways not of You I say NO.

Oh lead me on, lead me Lord
To the New Jerusalem
Where the cloud of witnesses
And I will join Your praise

Oh do not spare thy rod, do not
O Lord, but exercise Your care
So very necessary
For the journey that I’m on.

I’ll willing endure all things ahead
On this road I take to Calvary;
There to die for You each day, childish things now put away
Faith to faith and all to glory, Lord let it be.

There is now the road to take from Calvary.

It leads me as for Peter.

Verily, verily, I say unto thee, When thou wast young, thou girdest thyself, and walkedst whither thou wouldest: but when thou shalt be old, thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou wouldest not. John 21:18

Water

There’s a well of life above
the thirsty find replete.
They gather at this well of Love
there the Lord to meet.

Poured out, this well of Love,
to the thirsty soul of man,

was the water therein

for whosoever will drink.

He giveth o so freely
and tenderly His care.
With the sheep of His great passion
all good things He shares.

O the Lord: His name is Jesus :
Anointed Savior King,
if you put your hand in His right now
and come along and sing...

….you too, my friend, can know Him
in His Power of Love and His Grace,
and in that Day soon coming
you will see Him face to face.

If your sorry for your sins,
would no more a sinner be,
trust God and learn begin to obey Him,
He will set your spirit free.

O let’s worship our dear Father
in heaven far above,
He’s waiting for so many more
to come to the His Son of His love.

It’s the Love of God in Jesus Christ,
not “bread alone” we say;
won’t you turn to Him right now,
my friend
and surrender all and pray.

TEARS

Shall I take some time to weep
for my days gone by?
It’s over, they are gone.
Full of self and sin’s deceit
they were, they’re over.

Present needs
are better for tears, as many
are not yet within the Gate,
the Straight gate,
their days of death not over yet.

I must go to tell them
of His Love -
It’s forever.
I shall weep and sow the precious seed,
SALVATION’s word.

He is all, and all in all in whom He dwells,
His life is forever.
His life’s blood, shed unto death, and yet
His rising: life!
His, the power of an endless life!
O wipe away tears for self, and pray
with tears for those
who dally near and far,
who observe with trepidation, and as foolishness
their need to change their ways.

With tears, pray for them
that mock the erring souls of those
who stumble in forgiven,
who though fearing still seek His face,
though cumbered with their habits foul.

And pray tears for those mocked,
(as if the mockers knew at all God’s plans for them)
mocked for their “foolishness”
before the world, as it waits
for the revealings of the Lord.

Pray that we who stumble toward perfection

not stumble so much and so often.

And pray tears
for those who in their shining successes
are cut and clubbed
with the zealous envies and weapons real;
bleeding real red blood at the hands of Satan’s blinded servants.

Above all pray.

wait...

What will your attitude be as
you wait to die...
please pardon me as I pry into
your soul...

we are all waiting, you know...

and do we want to know where it is we will then go?

I so often ponder the madness we call “life”...
so full of strife, and at our own hands
is the blame well laid...
do you admit? your role in life,

is one of waiting, at least in part...

and wondering perhaps where you will go?

Would a closer examination of our waiting
quiet us,

or is this great uncertainty
the very cause of our

restless
graceless

peaceless times?

What can I, what can any do to ease your burden
as you wait...

As you wait to die, to go

somewhere...

Book X

2005-12-01T19:00:00.002-05:00

Index:
1) "Try Me, He said..."
2) Beware
3) Him
4) All you need....
5) visitor
6) haiku

"Try Me, He said..."

I've no reason to be but for the Voice of reason.
Reasonably told, I am of greater than myself.
And greatest joy is living for the Day.
Questions may remain, yet Answers prevail.

Get the message I got for your own priceless treasure.
Apples fall close to the tree and they always fall down.
Stuff happens........ for reasons we dont always see.
Reasons are from steady Reason.

Law holds the moon, why not me?
It holds my mind to reality.
Good thing too, I ran away from it all, too many times.
Hurt it did, too. Dont recommend it.

Try Reason. Reason won't hurt, except at first.
But skin thickens, pride effaced allows Reason room.
Let Reason be reasonable and see.
See what selfless, effortless, Reason will do for you.

Reason will lead you.
Reason will hold you.
He will heal your broken parts.
With skill, in tranquility, and forever.

Beware

Beware, my friend today deceits of sin.
They will tear you into pieces limb from limb.
Be it shark or roaring lion,
to snuff you out the devil's trying.
Without Jesus, Lord, your chances they are slim!!!!!

Him

After it has all been crushed and all the fight has left your bones and nothing remains to lift your face but God's only Son;
Remember that He was crushed as are you, felled like a tree to the earth where you lie, and remember for you He was sent, came and died, and in such a cruel manner, they call crucified,
nailed to some wood from a tree on a day when His brothers were honoring God
in a way, and his foes were standing there watching Him bleed, forgave them He did, Abraham's Seed, this Son of King David, this Tower of Strength,
veiled in His mystery, yet He whom at length, would appear again living, to start and amaze the ones who had followed Him,
to bless them again who had been as crushed with Him,
and who would yet be crushed quite like He was.

Remember that you who yet live in the flesh, are as dead in your sins lest you have in you breath breathed in by His Spirit, power from on High.
Remember His crushing death. And remember the tomb, colder and darker than the earth where you lie; and then
REMEMBER the morning first day of the week and Mary, whose Gardener did turn to her speaking, one word: "Mary."
Hear Him call to you. He has come to you from the tomb, alive again.
To heal you. To make you soar with Him.
To give you the very substance of His Life everlasting.
And the Joy, the everlasting Joy, and exceeding gladness of His own self,
His presence, to cheer you to a victory by your faith.
Be not afriad. Only believe,
for all things
are possible
with God.

ddddddddddddddddddddddd

All you need is LOVE

The words I remember are few,
I wish I had written them I do,
They made a big splash,

and a whole lot of cash,
and were somehow found obviously true:

LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED

1 John 4:16And we have known and

believed the love that God hath to us.

God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.

ddddddddddddddddddddddd

visitor

breath away
the body cools
slowly loved ones leave his room
some are wondering on his wealth
some are thinking of their own health
few are saying,
"where he's now, what has happened anyhow?"

walk he did those many years,
leapt and ran and little feared...
expolited options as a man,
strong and rich in every plan,
yet sooner than he wanted it to
something hurtled into view

sometimes fast as lightening is
this weakness swallows busyness
strengths of yesterday now flown
the one who steady and full grown
had carved a fortress out of stone
has layed down head and died

visitor, why comest thou,
can't you see I'm busy, how
rudley you throw your baggage down
you act as if you wear a crown
up away begone now shoo
what ever is the matter you

haiku

We give birth each day
and make dying harder now.
The world is near full.

Book XI

2005-12-01T18:00:00.003-05:00

1) living water

2) The Different Morning

3) Him

4) Emmaus..... and beyond

5) Thanksgiving Tribute

living water

living water, living water
flows from God’s Son, drink and live everyone
living water, living water
flows to the thirsty land

there is no price, there is no fee
God pours it out for you and for free

living water, living water
flows from God’s throne, unto His own.
living water, living water
flows from God’s throne for the dry and thirsty

a very Holy Flood from our Father above.
all from His love to you

living water, living water
precious and pure, immerse and be sure
living water, living water
water without which we die.

copyright © by david severy 2006

The Different Morning

“This is different.”

He said it, and for her it was not difficult to believe him. His anxiety was more than what she was accustomed to. It was contagious.

“They have done so many evil things. I have not told you the half of them, not even the tenth part.”

She began now to churn herself also inside. She was not a novice in life; her friends talked of what their husbands told them. But she never wanted to look deeper than was comfortable. Life has its daily troubles for everyone. Should she weigh everyone else’s too? But now, this time, she wanted him to go on. It was different. She knew it. Everyone did.

“They bribed one of his friends. They need everything to make it look kosher, but it can never be. This is different.”

He thanked her for the bread and tea. The sun was just beginning to wear down the chill of the night. It would be a clear day, a bright day.She sat beside him, and waited for him to continue. She did not speak, she knew he would. She knew when matters had to be spoken, and a wife who would not betray his confidence was something she knew he valued.

“We have watched him for some time. Abdiel saw the start of this in Nazareth. He speaks differently than the Rabbis. He makes us afraid.”

His pauses were becoming more pronounced. They were framing the story that was shaking their souls.

“He doesn’t let us live as we would. He says it, and we are naked in our own eyes. Why he has not been harmed more before now I don’t understand. It offends so many, what he says. But I have never heard him lie. It seems the truth has become our enemy.”

She knew this too. The gossip about this one was different. Different; everything was different. Others might not see it, but to them, to a religious family, and to their circle, every thing was different. She waited patiently.

“Abdiel told me, he told me he too was filled with rage against him. Just caught up in it, like a leaf in a whirlwind he told me. They drove him to the brow of the cliff, and would have thrown him from it. But then… where was he? Abdiel says he disappeared. After a moment they turned and saw him walking away, as if nothing had happened. How does he do it? Everything is a puzzle unless…”

His consternation reached a peak.

“Dearest…” She sought to comfort him, yet the pleading for him to continue she could not hide.

“…God is in this!”

The thought was completed. Yet was it not just so? They all thought so. They at least all wanted it to be so... sometimes.

The times were hard for the people.

They were comfortable, the religious. Their place was secured by their place with the people. Their standing as Rabbis gave them clout with Rome’s men. They did not shy away from the opportunities it opened to them. Therein was the madness that he despised. The evils that they accomplished were unspeakable; unspeakable if one would retain his place with the council. The silence he had kept was daily the heaviest of all his weight to carry.

But the times were hard for the people. Taxation was their burden, and the occupation.

He had brought into their world so much hope. To the people who desired simply to be comforted in their burdens, his words alone were marvelous. But his works… his works were dare they say it? His works were proof. He was from God.

“This man is God’s man Moselle, God’s man. Gamaliel says so. And I agree. It cannot be otherwise. And so, why? Why do we want him to go, to disappear? Why do we want God’s man to be silent? Why does his speech offend us? Why can we not receive him? What is it about him? But…”

Another pause, this one a beam laid in the frame for their souls. Ironic, as frames should be strong and unshakeable. This story has two sides, they all do. But one side is strong, and the other shaken.

Her silence waited.

“…it is us. We are not right in this thing. Something is happening to us, it is more than we know. More than I know. I see it, and even clearly at times, but I am afraid of it. I close my eyes to it; for I can neither have it all as it is, nor forbid it at all to be as it is. He is just beyond us; he just is different, so different. They hate him for it. The people follow him, and they hate him. They have lost their power with the people. Oh what the light he brings shows us of our selves. It is not good. Our leadership has not been by God’s word. He would not lead, were we God’s leaders. Oh my wife this is painful beyond the telling…”

His silent countenance screamed out. She admired his frankness, but she feared the consequences. Yet not of his words; it was their portent, for the thing had an end to it, and end that was ominous indeed. A man had been betrayed. Her husband’s closest associates had fabricated his betrayal. And Nicodemus had watched as they made him guilty. And now their city was awakening to a day of reckoning. She was sure that this day would decide Yeshua fate.

copyright © by david severy 2006
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Him

After it has all been crushed and all the fight has left your bones and nothing remains to lift your face but God's only Son;
Remember that He was crushed as are you, felled like a tree to the earth where you lie, and remember for you He was sent, came and died, and in such a cruel manner, they call crucified,
nailed to some wood from a tree on a day when His brothers were honoring God
in a way, and his foes were standing there watching Him bleed, forgave them He did, Abraham's Seed, this Son of King David, this Tower of Strength,
veiled in His mystery, yet He whom at length, would appear again living, to start and amaze the ones who had followed Him,
to bless them again who had been as crushed with Him,
and who would yet be crushed quite like He was.

Remember that you who yet live in the flesh, are as dead in your sins lest you have in you breath breathed in by His Spirit, power from on High.
Remember His crushing death. And remember the tomb, colder and darker than the earth where you lie; and then
REMEMBER the morning first day of the week and Mary, whose Gardener did turn to her speaking, one word: "Mary."
Hear Him call to you. He has come to you from the tomb, alive again.
To heal you. To make you soar with Him.
To give you the very substance of His Life everlasting.
And the Joy, the everlasting Joy, and exceeding gladness of His own self,
His presence, to cheer you to a victory by your faith.
Be not afriad. Only believe,
for all things
are possible
with God.

copyright © by david severy 2006
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Emmaus..... and beyond

Teach me Lord how to pray,
Teach me Lord, what to say,
Teach me Lord, day by day,
How shall I walk in Thy Holy Way?

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Thanksgiving Tribute

Many gods had I, and many other loves,
Passions filled my daily life, but none were from above.
Then one blessed day, came on the wings of a dove,
This One who filled my heart, soul and mind with Awe and Wondrous Love.

Your mercy never ends,
Your favor precious, Lord,
Your pardon for my sin sick soul,
Flows freely from your Word.

Yeshua, sweet compassionate One,
You O God, my heart have won,
Thank You God for Your Son.

Never was there one like You, nor will ever be,
A God so faithful to His Word, One so rich and free,
One who careth on and on, a God of liberty,
Who daily loads up all I need, and gives abundantly,
Who never fails to fill my cup, the One who died for me,
And rose up triumphing by LOVE, over every enemy.

Much had filled my life, like stones thrown in a well,
Lies poured out upon my ear, which none should ever tell.
Strife and anxiousness, walked by me everyday,
But suddenly came One from above to show a better Way.

So on in Victory, through fire and toil and flood,
My soul clings close to Calvary’s cross, for there was shed the Blood,
The Blood of God so pure, unlike any other man’s…
This poured upon the sin stained world, from God! from God alone, who alone did >>> !!!

!!! >>> Forgive by this One Deed, all they that ever harmed
Life and limbs of mortal men, I being one of them.
I’m one who God forgave, my many evil deeds,
And ransomed me from the devils grasp for all eternity.

O hallelu Yah, Thank You Yeshua!
For Your mercy and great grace yet so undeserved.

And Thank You Father above for the love and forgiveness which
Stills Flows deep and pure to we who tread this earth…

O Praise and Thank You, O glory to You,
O let Your Name be ever heard
from every tongue and every tribe,
Ever now and forever.

Book XII

2005-11-04T09:52:00.003-05:00

Index

1. A New Song
2. Humility
3. What if…
4. who...?
5. Even so...
6. Traveler
7. Yah
8. Your Presence (is enough)
9. Every Day Horror
10. He’s Still There
11. Needy One

A New Song

Oh, Adonai Yeshua,
I sing to You a new song,
Of thanks and praise:

For Your mercy never ending,
New each morning.

Oh Yeshua, my Creator,
You do own my soul.

You have made me for Your purposes.
Help me Adonai,
To know them and to do them,
To obey You in each moment of this life.

Let my life be found in You, Yeshua.
You have commanded Your blessing:
Life forevermore.

There is no shadow or turning in Thee, my Father.
Let all the earth know Your Voice,
Let all that hath breath praise Thee.
By Thy great works Thou art known to us,
May Thy miracles again be known in our day.

Oh, Adonai, Thy Virtue is Perfect.
Oh, Adonai, be pleased to perfect it in me,
Yes, even in me.

Nothing else can satisfy me but Thy Presence,
Dwelling in me, my heart made holy in Thee.
Nothing else, no nothing else at all.

“Create in me a clean heart , Oh Adonai, and renew a right spirit within me.”
May those words be my request of Thee every moment of each day.
Instruct my heart oh, Adonai. Construct it, build it brand new.
Build it a place for Thy Presence, for Thy Truth.
Amein

Humility

Humility, thou firefly.
We see thee prick the dusk and then we sleep. Thy gentle
Drops of Glow please our eyes, yet when we come close by thee
We see thou art a bug, albeit exceptionally.
I could wish men might remain afar from me,
that my moments of Illumination might be lauded of me.
But wisdom speaks that I must let them see me close, a bug
visited by Thee too infrequently, or the light would not fade so quickly or at all.
I must let men see me close, more like the bug than the lamplight.
One day I will fly to Jesus; then His Power will
Burn up all the bug.
I will be like My Master, like Him altogether, whole
And all filled with Light,
Humility forever undefiled in a man the Cross did reconcile.

And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved. But when they persecute you in this city, flee ye into another: for verily I say unto you, Ye shall not have gone over the cities of Israel, till the Son of man be come. The disciple is not above his master, nor the servant above his lord. It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebub, how much more shall they call them of his household? Fear them not therefore: for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known.
(Matthew 10:22-26 KJV)

The firefly seems an exceptional bug.

What if… D. B. S. June 2009

One day Father God seemed agitated and even a bit unnerved… or so it seemed to the angels. Some thought God looked different than He ever had before. They were themselves very concerned and they let the Holy Spirit know. He went to Father.

“Hallowed Father,” said Holy Spirit, “the angels are concerned. They say You don’t seem well.”

“What? I? Not well? I AM just fine. Never better!” He said. (And it truly is impossible for God to be better than He IS!)

“Yes, I knew as much,” said Holy Spirit. And so with a very Holy chuckle He went to reassure the angels that Father was as tip top as ever.

“The angels are concerned for me,” thought Father, “imagine that!”

As Jesus upheld all the universe by His Word’s great power Father looked on. “It would be nice to do something good for the angels,” Father mused and He began to deliberate. “Let me see… what I might make or even change for their entertainment. And where can I find the needed things?”

And so He began to examine the things of Their universe for Ideas. There was so very much to examine! He started searching in the galaxies, the stars and the heavenly bodies. They were all wonderful and well. The novas and super novas were all noving along superbly! The spiral galaxies just whirled round like tops! All the solar systems were orbiting in order. Their suns were illuminating at very acceptable levels. He checked out all His Laws of nature; all was well! Gravity was pulling its weight. Thermodynamics were operating very steadily; they always were a temperate bunch. There was just the right hotness, coolness, coldness and freezing off of your buns everywhere. One by one the legal systems and operations ledgers of all that was made were found to be in good, yea even in perfect order. And earth, ah yes! Earth was Covered.

“Well, I’m not surprised,” thought Father, “My Son has forever and always been the Epitome, the Veritable Zenith of Competence.”

“Jesus!” Father called out, “You are so dependable and stalwart. You don’t seem to mind exerting Your great power at all! Day by day, day in and day out You really ‘carry the ball’ so very well.”

Jesus replied “I love to do so just exactly as You have desired it to be done. It gives me my greatest joy to please You.”

“Everything is working together perfectly and You are certainly to be credited with this success,” said Father as He enjoyed the fruits of His faithful One. “Son, what is there that I might do for the angels? They have been worried about me; can you believe it? Can you suggest anything I might do, or something I might give them? I love them each and all so very much.”

Jesus noticed a quite lively twinkle in Father’s eye as He replied, “Everything We have is theirs too, and as We want for nothing, so it is that they also want for nothing.”

“Yes, it is true,” Father agreed. “But there is one thing…” He paused.

“Yes,” said the Lord.

Suddenly Father looked on His Son with an Enormous, Deep Love and Tremendously Intense Affection-- it was truly Profound. It seemed that Holy Spirit left every corner of the universe to be Entirely Present with Them. Both Jesus and Holy Spirit were stirred to Their Core. So Powerful in the Beauty of His Holiness was Father in this moment that it called Them to respond in just the same Way. Their Awesomeness began to unfold; it was Dreadful… but in a Good Way!

The Power, the Glory, the Majesty of God Most High, of God the Son and Savior, and of God the Eternal Spirit was being manifold magnified. Love was there, The Word Alive, God by all His Name, and something new was truly on Father’s Mind.

Everywhere the angels sat upright, ceasing from their joyful duties. Was something different? Yes. And the effect was energizing. Except for the Unity of God, the Perfection of His Will and the Soundness of His Mind, the Power of God in this new thing could have just flattened and obliterated the entire physical universe.

Jesus looked upon His Father. The Holy Spirit looked upon Them Both. The angels held their peace; almost as one they fell on their faces toward the Throne of the Almighty. Heaven was silent (for how long this writer dares not say).

If they were able to see Them, the angels would have seen a Joy unspeakable and full of Glory which may never have been revealed in such a way till that moment. God was doing a new thing! The Father seemed near to speaking. The Son looked all ears. Holy Spirit beamed out, just plastering the Throne Room with a depth of Peace very rarely seen, or rather felt, for the angels, from the nearest to those in the furthest reaches of heaven and earth, all felt His Love and Peace wash over them, lavishing them with Waves of Joyous Power.

It is just not possible to describe well the advent of this new thing. Had a man seen God in that moment he would have been so overcome by the blessing, it is difficult to imagine the effect on him. I dare say such a man might not remain in his flesh and blood.

Both Jesus and Holy Spirit could have made a confident guess as to what this new thing was, if They were the kind who guessed at things (as this writer does here).

If ever our Father had reason to be agitated or unnerved, or rather if it were ever even possible for Him to be so, it might only be by this singular new thing, this very thing of which He would soon, even now, speak.

“Go, My Son, go!”

Father’s utterance was more than a shout, better than a lion’s roar, it was full of all His Joy and Goodness. It was also grounded with a Soberness and a Graveness that caused all heaven to tremble. It had the sound of myriads of thunders.

It was clear to all what this new thing was and what it meant. Every corner of heaven heard the Decree. How the angels wanted to stand, to cheer and to dance, but not just yet!

“Go again to the earth We have fashioned, go amongst the people We have made in Our Image. Go to the People called by Our Name, who are waiting for You, and crying out to Us, for this their Day and all our great Joy. Go and bring the church Your Bride , bring her up to Us! It is time!”

Every pillar was shaking as Father now spoke once more.

“Go, begin and bring in the End of all things! Go again My Beloved Son!”

And then a shofar sounded out the like of which had never ever been heard before. Jesus smiled a Smile that could have in one instant cheered forever all that have ever lived on earth; it was certainly the Smile of a King. And He went again.

who...?

Who do you love,
Who do you trust,
Who do you thank that you live,
Who do you want to be next to your side when your weary long day is done?

Who do you believe for the words which they speak,
Who do you go to for the things that you need?

Who is in your world, with whom are you safe,
Who will you want to be guarding your back?
Who will you have to care for your child,
Who will you want when evil attacks,
Who? when no one is there in your loneliness?

Who can meet every need and desire?
Who?

Even so...

Precious Name of Jesus,
Mighty Name of God,
Holy One of Israel,
You whom we do love…

Guard our hearts and persons
With power from on High,
You are more than able
To answer this our cry:

Maranatha, Maranatha,
Even so Lord come;
Though all is not as we would like
An end is promised, come.

Blessed Name Yeshua,
Foretold Savior Lord,
Great is Your salvation,
Promise of Your Word.

As the door is closing
Quickly usher in
Loved Ones, friends and strangers
Weary of their sin.

Even so Lord Jesus,
Maranatha, Lord.
When Father says it’s finished
We’ll all join Thy accord.

Anointed, Blest and Holy
Thy Holy Spirit shows
A Royal King and Lord of all
For Whom we humbly bow.

Come O come again to rule
This earth now weary worn.
Order all as You have planned
Before the worlds were born.

Traveler

The road is bending, bending….
And I am leaning, leaning turning
To the flow…
Am I sinking down below?

The door is closing, closing….
And I am rushing, rushing hoping
But oh no…
Am I standing all alone?

The mysteries rush past me.
Never quick, am I enough?
Others laugh, they wink and seem to say
“The right stuff,
Yeah, yeah we got that stuff…”

Never mind what they are saying,
They know nothing of your heart,
There’s no peace in what they’re playing
Or in what they have got.

The lie was that there was no truth
Yet the truth is, and not a lie.
And now the road is bending once again
Leading to a solemn door…

If there’s life inside your bosom,
If there’s light behind your eye,
If your asking for an answer
And your willing to deny
The things that stand between you and holiness:
Your foils, your foolishness
Evil secrets, evil ties
Come now soul, to Life: arise!

If your grateful you are living,
If your seeking something more
Than just a road to your own gravesite,
If you want that open door
Be brave to call out to your Maker,
O now call Him by His Name.
It is Jesus who is calling out to you
So His Word proclaims, so His Word proclaims.

Yah

Listen for His footsteps
Listen for His love
Listen for the rustle of His robe
Listen: the rejoicing! All the earth proclaims His worth
God Creator Jesus Savior Lord

His melody is ageless
His harmony divine
His endless rhythm
tranquil and sublime
Hark: He comes to save all who call upon His Name
Holy Spirit Peace Deliverer Dove
(to be continued)

Your Presence (is enough)

Lord, Your Presence is enough.
Like the warm winter clothes I wear, I seek Your Presence,
Like a cool ocean breeze in the heat of summer,
A crisp autumn wind and an April rain shower.
As all that has breath ought praise You, I do.

Lord, Your Presence is manifest,
To those who have been born again.
From above You have opened our ears,
You have spoken in our ears.
Your Word is marvelous to us.

Lord, Your Presence is our shelter and fortress.
All we will ever need or ever have comes from above;
Our Father- and Yours- gives so mercifully into our weakness;
Your strength He pours into our heart and soul.
You are our Rock, and there is no other like You.

Lord God of Hosts, God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,
In all the earth, in all the heavens,
On every mountain, in every square, in every hidden place,
And beyond all our comprehension and understanding of things that are,
You are.

Lord Your Presence is enough, and more…

1 Samuel 2:2 There is none holy as the LORD: for there is none beside thee:
neither is there any rock like our God.

Every Day Horror

Every day- though not in every place, men do noble deeds. And we shut our eyes.
Yes, the horrors rage, and the blood flows in the streets.
And yet Life carries us. It is effortless for Him to do so.
But so often we go naked.

Every day the horrors rage. But we shut our eyes.
Yes, the world is beautiful, the scenery often dazzling,
But death stalks us. It too, is effortless for death to do it.
And death succeeds in his every effort, be it soon or late.

We don’t need to be naked, and shouldn’t want to be,
Nor should we die naked.
But today’s man loves nudity.

“Mother Nature” seems a woman scorned, brewing winds which rage and churn.
Fires burn down our best efforts, quakes topple them and floods leave them soaked ruins or just float them off. “Mother Nature” seems to want to strip us bare.
Yet there is still more tranquility than violence in the weather.

Amongst men there is greed. There is lust. There is war. Pride has blinded us. Desire has led us. Science has confused us. Money has made us filthy. People have hurt us and our neighbors have offended us. The poor have begged from us, the merchants have enchanted us and our creditors now dun us. The government has taxed us and drafted our sons for their wars, which we have too often made our own, so that we may live in “peace” and affluence. And politicians have promised us everything we wanted, but they did or could not give it to us for they were too busy being full of themselves. And we grew fatter in spite of the burdens they did give, grew and still grow more passive and complacent, comfortable in our luxury and more inflamed in our voluptuous entertainments. We live everyday in the tranquil horror of this raging comedy of errors. And we do laugh. Oh, but I do fear He who will have the last laugh.

He’s Still There
(for those who remember the Zombies and their song
She’s Not There, this a rewrite of the lyric
to be set to that tune)

Did someone tell you about Him- the crucified?
And of the reason God sent Him- and why He died?
It’s not too late if you are sorry,
And if your life- is in despair
Take the time to seek and find Him
O He’s still there…

Let me tell you of this One from God,
and what He said - the message that he brought
His voice was loud and right,
His eyes were clear and bright
And He’s still there…

If no one tells you about Him, what will He do
If no one tells you about Him, o what can you do
Might get too late to say you're sorry
If your not told, how will you dare
To take the time to seek and find Him
For He’s still there...

Well let me tell you what He did for us,
Defeating hell and death, the power of His Word
He spoke and calmed the sea,
He died to set you free,
And He’s still there.

May I tell you that His love - for you is true
And He lives and that your life - He may renew
If for your sin you are truly sorry
And will give up your evil ways
Know that in seeking you will find Him
Yes He’s still there....

Please don’t delay to say your sorry,
It was for you He died up on the tree,
For the sins we did He suffered,
And He’s still there.... for you and me.

So let us come to Him, receive His Life
and the power of His love.
His hand held out to you
can all your sin undo,
Yes HE’S STILL THERE.

Needy One

O Lord I come, the needy one
Thou art satisfied.
What is to come is no surprise
To Thee, the Lamb who died.

My helpless heart must humble be
Receiving from Thy hand,
That which I need to dutifully
Obey Thy Good Commands.

The fears we have within our souls
Let not them still our hands, our feet,
O, let fear draw us unto Thee,
Unto Thy Mercy Seat.

To Thee O God, Thou bid all: “Come.”
By Christ alone they may,
And must, to gain in time of need
By faith Thy Grace which saves.

two new poems

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Clear Eyed

They call window to my soul my eye.
And it needs so very much, more as I die,
To be able and pure, and like
Your clear Eyes.

What I see, both inside of me,
And though my window does trouble me,
I’m afraid not that I see too clearly,
But that I look so much

My eye is open, but rarely truly clear,
And that I do fear
Is a matter on which You have spoken,
And every so clear is Your Speech.

The mote and the beam, and what may be seen
Do seem to have set men in motion,
The things that we do and our ideas of truth
Have room to improve in devotion to You

But try as I might and I do,
Though weakly and very to much in frequently,
The smudges and filth,
Laying there at my sills, I often let hinder my view.

Messiah, Oh Clear Eyed One,
Such distance I see looking out from my soul
It must be traveled each day until Thy Day,
Should be eased by expelling my doubt,
And the sins of sheer pride that roil inside,
On the window to my soul.

Not only in me, but in others I see,
The lacking of clearness forebodes,
That my judgments of men, and the love You command,
And the change you must find in our souls,
Are works yet not been made perfect.

© copyright 2006 d. severy

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Gurgle

Should you be surprised
If God responds to you:
According to the manner
Of the things you did and do?

Does it make you angry
And even paranoid:
That One whom you can’t see is there
Whom no one shall avoid?

Everyone must face Him,
And everyone has thoughts
About the whys and wherefores
Of Jesus and the cross.

Children know that God is love
Before they learn their speech
And gurgle out their songs of praise
We should listen as they teach.

Joyful in their glory
His image yet unmarred by
Devil’s will and cruel deceit
In knowledge of the lie.

To become as little children
Is what our God commands,
For their’s, so great an innocence
Does please the Son of Man.

He rides above the heavens
And rules the open seas,
But still has love for sinners lost
Who now do boe their knees.

His invitation still goes out
To them both far and near
To chosen Jew and gentile
Day and month and year.

Give humble adoration
and all sincere respect
Be yet brave, and cower not, in honesty give all you’ve got
He will bestow no regret.

© copyright 2006 d. severy

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Clear Eyed

2005-11-01T08:25:00.000-05:00

Two to Women

2005-03-23T15:03:00.001-05:00

1.
I’m weak as any Muslim man,
Don’t want the public looking at her
The way I've looked at some.
She could be my wife or daughter
But I don’t want men and lesbians
Drooling at the sight of her.
Wife – Daughter – WOMAN
cover thyself modestly, please.

2.
Help save men,
MARRY them.

His banner over me is love.

2005-03-05T19:57:00.000-05:00

~ this banner from http://www.ask-jesus.org ~

in the "office"

2005-02-16T17:19:00.000-05:00