Your Great Reward 6-18-16

I prayed, "I was grabbed."

Jesus asked, "Were you nabbed?"

I said, "I was controlled."

Jesus asked, "Were you sold?"

I said, "I was teased."

Jesus asked, "Were you seized?"

I said, "I was stalked."

Jesus asked, "Were you mocked?"

I said, "I had cried."

Jesus asked, "Were you 'tried'?"

I said, "I was used."

Jesus asked, "Were you accused?"

I said, "They were cheatin'."

Jesus asked,"Were you beaten?"

I said, "I was stripped."

Jesus asked, "Were you whipped?"

I said, "I was jailed."

Jesus asked, "Were you nailed?"

(pause)

I said, "I sat in dung."

Jesus asked, "Were you hung?"

(pause)

I said, "I was a slave."

Jesus said, "I forgave."

(longer pause)

I said feebly, "I cried and cried..."

Jesus said, "I died."

With heavy heart, I said, "Forgive me."
Jesus said simply, "Follow me."

I repeated, "Forgive me please!"

And Jesus said, "The least of these."

I said, "To the truth, I've been asleep."
So Jesus said, "Come.  Feed my sheep."

Then I said, "I've been awakened."
Jesus added, "...but never forsaken."

I said, "I can see!  Heaven has opened up!"

Jesus said, "You are free.  Take my cup."

I said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you Lord."

And Jesus said, "It is prepared- your great reward."

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Master Poet, The 6-12-16

Became a nightmare from a dream,
"Give us Barabbas!" was the scream.
If I was in that crowd that day,
would I have fought or run away?
Would I act like some animal?
Would I have been part of the brawl?
Would I, like Peter, tell a lie?
Would I deny, deny, deny?

The Master Poet's life?  A blur.

Misunderstood, His 'poems' were.
His verses soared away as birds.

Few understood His humble words.

Corrupted way before the lung,

and then deciphered off the tongue.

If it were me, what would I do?
His love for souls- oh was it true?

So nailed Him they, on cross, on hill.

Should Christ's bust be on pedestal?

With timbers rugged, timbers crossed,

He died up there and all seemed lost.
There were no melodies to hear.

There were no notes to bend the ear.

There was no music, nor a song.

There was no harp to play along.
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His words we seldom understand.

Their meanings more than music and

the other things that thieve our days -

our busy lives and lazy ways.
His harmony we mustn't fear,

for Psalms are music to the ear.
Indeed, the Master Poet lives -
and gives and gives and gives and gives...

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John 6:20 (KJV)
But he saith unto them, It is I; be not afraid.

Great White Knight, The 6-2-16

Came self-proclaimed, the Great White Knight -

and asked us all with him unite -

against the greater parasite -

the wicked snake of poisoned bite.

But it is 'he', I now indict -

exposing lies, none even trite -

with boast, with cuss, with sneer, with spite.

It's not okay and not alright.

I'd rather stand on moral height -

and never cease to do what's right -

not waving truce of coward's white -

but rather fight good freedom's fight.

For God's law is foundation's light -

exposing evil's vicious smite -

which violates the weak in fright -

all through the day and through the night.

Come forth, therefore, in all your might -

for God has blessed us with insight.

Though they both seem to be polite,

they're dangerous, as dynamite.

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Do not continue to vote for the lesser, vile people

and then pray to God for mercy.

Find a Godly leader and then vote FOR him or her
and then pray for that leader.

Bankruptcy 5-17-16

Will I get any sleep tonight?

Not yes, or even maybe.

The guilty, though, they're able to,

just like a little baby...

My fist, I shake in anger at

those vile, demonic men -

who work their dark, subversive deeds,

deceiving folks again.

They rescued only wicked ones -

the ones 'too big to fail' -

ignoring all us little ones,

the poor, the weak, the frail.

But there's no power in my fist.

My patience has run thin.

I see those lips in all my dreams -

their evil, hellish grins.

My whole life's work is up in smoke.

My efforts all in vain.

The whole world sleeps while I alone

endure my endless pain.

I did my best to follow You -

though weary and run down.

I've walked the straight and narrow in

a world that's up-side-down.

Now my reward for honesty

is painful, sleepless nights.

I know now work is futile here

with token legal rights.

It seems that Satan won again

with His deceptive lies -

but all those crooks with evil grins

will find they're not as wise.

Their greed has brought us massive debt,

their pride, a moral mess.

Their love of money now bankrupts

this country You once blessed.

We've drowned in laws and legal briefs,

down to the gates of hell -

with burning stench of vile souls.

We can't escape the smell.

And though I've tried my whole life through

to shine Your Truth and Light,

they've fought me every minute here.

And even now they fight.

There's nothing more that they can take.
They've taken ev'ry dime.
They've drained my hope and energy.
They stole my precious time.

Your eyes shall pierce the Heavens and

judge each and every one.

My prayer is that they've lied enough

and final judgment's done.

So judge us now with Sodom and

love's lenience, do not serve.

But Lord, please guard Your little ones.

Sin's mess, they don't deserve.

Just as a thief comes in the night,

I'm ready, though I weep.

So very soon, please take me up -

while hardened sinners sleep.

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Matthew 24:42-51 (NASB)

42 “Therefore be on the alert, for you do not know which day your Lord is coming. 43 But be sure of this, that if the head of the house had known at what time of the night the thief was coming, he would have been on the alert and would not have allowed his house to be broken into. 44 For this reason you also must be ready; for the Son of Man is coming at an hour when you do not think He will.

45 “ Who then is the faithful and sensible slave whom his master put in charge of his household to give them their food at the proper time? 46 Blessed is that slave whom his master finds so doing when he comes. 47 Truly I say to you that he will put him in charge of all his possessions. 48 But if that evil slave says in his heart, ‘My master is not coming for a long time,’ 49 and begins to beat his fellow slaves and eat and drink with drunkards; 50 the master of that slave will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour which he does not know, 51 and will cut him in pieces and assign him a place with the hypocrites; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

His Miracles 5-10-16

If, on this paper, I could pen

just one of God's creations, then,

it'd prove to all, His mighty hand -

His miracles on sea and land.

But how can I take fish or bird -

express their beauty in mere word?

Or on my paper, what remains

when grasping fragrance from spring rains?

Into my words, do rainbows melt?

Is, on my paper, sunshine felt?

Can words expose a flower's bloom?

Can page bring music to a room?

While we can see and smell and touch

and hear, we do not know so much.

Mere words are dark and empty holes

just like our dead and empty souls.

Our pride stands in the way of Christ

while we all think we've sacrificed!

So humbly pray to God above

through miracles of peace and love.

We're like mere words as body dies.

But spirits live above the skies

to see in Heaven all the more -

His miracles, like none before.

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Traditions and emotions give, but if not hearts, we cannot live -

eternally in Heaven where, these things on earth do not compare.
~louis gander

The Pretty Purple Blossom 4-9-16

The pretty purple blossom bloomed one sunny springtime day

and as the others grumbled, this is what she had to say...

"Enjoy the warming sunshine and the view we get from here.

Just concentrate on Jesus now.  There's nothing more to fear."

But oh, the other blossoms argued in the stirring breeze,

"We're worried we'll get stung by bees or worried we might freeze.

We're on an old crab apple tree - not white or red or pink.

So why did God do this to us?  Life is unfair, we think."

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The pretty purple blossom turned her petals to the sun

and as the others grumbled, her calm faithful words begun...

"Please let me rest in Jesus' arms and let the whole world be.

His blessings all surround us now.  Just look around and see."

But still, the blossoms argued underneath a darkened cloud,

"This shouldn't be permitted.  No, this shouldn't be allowed.

What if the storm clouds gather and the winds begin to stir?

What if the lightning strikes us or tornadoes should occur?"

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The pretty purple blossom seemed to wink at growing wind

and as the others grumbled, there were many there who sinned...

"Please don't be anxious and annoyed at what you can't control.

Enjoy this day that God has giv'n and worry 'bout your soul."

And still, the blossoms argued as dark clouds began to form,

"See?  We were right!  We told you so!  Here comes a giant storm!

Now we are waving in the wind.  We heard your subtle scoff.

It won't be long before the wind will blow us blossoms off!"

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The pretty purple blossom folded petals as she prayed

and as the others grumbled, she was not at all afraid...

"Who can you trust if not our God, creator of all things?

The winds have been a blessing now - turned branches into swings!"

The other blossoms argued as the storm was overblown,

"The day will come when we will die.  The facts have made it known.

There needs to be equality so we can stay alive.

If we could stick together we can certainly survive."

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The pretty purple blossom looked up to the clearing skies

and as the others grumbled she had seemed to agonize...

"No matter what you do on earth, no matter how you try,

you will not live forever and one day you'll surely die."

The other blossoms argued in a meeting they had held,

and came up with a rule of law which was unparalleled.

The law was passed late in the day - about half-past eleven.

The pretty purple blossom though, already lived in Heav'n.

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The pretty purple blossom walked with Jesus, hand in hand

and as the others grumbled, she still prayed they'd understand.

A forest fire, burning hot, was headed straight their way

and though they didn't know it yet, it'd be their final day.

The other blossoms argued as the flames were heading near.

And this time it was serious.  They had something to fear.

No social rule or law could save them from this certain plight.

In one way or another, there is death in dead of night.

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So soon the purple blossoms fall from that crab apple tree

as time continues swiftly for the blossoms - (you and me).

The pretty purple blossom lives in full serenity -

still praying we will join her there ...for all eternity.

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