Revolutionary’s Sounds Whirling, twirling Swept up into the air Revolutionary sounds Were everywhere, all around Ignored they were But they were heaven’s cure For what was wrong Within the songs Of man For all our evil, Corruption unbound, Still they refused to see What God had pleased To send them So only a few listened To the man on the cross Ignoring from his lips The purest, shining gloss Of a revolution’s sounds Bringing words of Great worth Love, joy, peace To His earth Heaven’s purest, pearls Our souls He did seek And so Christ did die On the very rocky ground He had created Our God, Alone and bound But still left behind For those who choose The fiery, purest joy of His Revolutionary’s Sounds!!
Category: Poetry
Not Even in A Blender
Not Even in A Blender Blades whir, Solids dissolve Large chunks puree Into a goo Blenders good For many things In our kitchens They do bring From many foods Convergence into one Unfortunately, in life Things are not always so Some things cannot, Should not mix For the welfare of our souls The dark and the light Will never mix Nothing that a blender was ever meant to fix Never meant to be As oil is to water Separate from the Beginning God’s light will Not ever allow satan’s dark to stop His shining! So do not fear Shed not too many tears There is the one that Took our place Opened Heaven’s Pearly gates Christ paved the way Saved all our days From the whirling, swirling blades, that chaos of the darkness.
Parallel Universes
Parallel Universes I’ve heard the words used Before Parallel universes From several books Those words are torn, Borrowed If you please Also in theories of those Who do not like to be told Of a living God and only one single universe, HIS In old science fiction Books If you care to look Words like the above Are used Into this you are welcome To peruse In another ancient book Words are used If the truth you wish to persue It speaks of this life we see Of this for yourself You may read A Bible, ancient & Holy Tells Gods story Of creation from Nothing Of all of this Something Which surrounds us But it also speaks Of what we cannot see With just physical eyes It speaks of spirits Good and bad & choices to be had By us Of angels, demons A destructive satan A loving Savior A Holy God of Spirit Of Heaven & hell In its words it does tell Of these parallels Unseen but not unfelt In your heart, Spirit, I think most of us know It exists Draw closer to God and He will draw closer to you This is the truth He wants you to know For certain He wants to open The curtain Between the two For us these two levels of Existence Are the very substance We are made of Both physical and Spiritual Existing in both We are clearly told As a hand fits Into a glove The spiritual above dwells within our Physical below More & more You will become aware As You let God indwell Your core essence, Your very Soul! So take a look around It will astound And should remind Of how frail this Physical is
3 Somebodies!
3 Somebodies
Three on a throne
Living as one
Universe awash in
Their love
Throbbing, pulsating
In beauty
Breathing as one
More life-giving
Than any sun
A Father, Son &
Holy Spirit
Above this world
They reach to lift,
This is their unique gift
For each of us
So we are blessed
During the tests
Of these our lives
To be not loved
By just one
3 hands reach down
toward the violent sounds
of our discord and ugly abuse
of each other
3 somebodies
To conquer this world
Help us transcend
Into their joy & a
Love which never
Ever ends!!
I pray everyone can have a very God blessed day today. Praise God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. You are completely and 100% loved.
Purpose
Purpose People speak of wanting Purpose to fill their time Frame of mind Purpose as written Within the lines Of a dictionary means An act with an intention Or determination Another word, purposeful, means to be meaningful To move toward one’s goal God, before all time or even Before we were created, Set for us a goal Determined by just himself If all truth be told A relational God set The goal For us & Him An intimacy so close Relationship with Him We were meant to be His friend What more could a man Ask For a purpose Than to be given The task Of being our great God’s friend! Yet Created to follow, Will take you as you are Dare I say, to be a part of his entourage, Holiness, set apart Remembering the precepts of His great Heart So, follow your Living God Even if the whole world upon you trods Fulfill your purpose Of which a Holy book tells & follow the path of Christ Even if it leads thru hell.
Orange Tresses
Orange Tresses Orange tresses in the air I cannot help but Stop and stare God’s pure glory on Display Lightens my load And brightens my day!
I couldn’t help but take this photo of our neighbor’s beautiful maple tree. We still have a few trees full of colored leaves. Praise God for the beauty He creates!
