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Something that seems
So far off and hard
Only for certain people
Abraham who by faith
Was told he would be a
Father of a great land and nation
Went from his home to wander the land
Sarah who by faith
Was given strength to
Conceive a child
In old age
Isaac who by faith
Blessed his children for the future
Jacob who by faith
Blessed his grandkids and worshipped God
Moses who by faith
Being brought up as a prince
Went with his people
And brought them out of Egypt
Joshua who by faith
Believed the walls of Jericho will fall
Rahab who by faith
Believed in God and protected his children
There are so many others
Here are just a few:
Gedeon, Barak, Samson,
Jephthae, David, Samuel, and the prophets
And all who by faith
Believed God through
Persecution, fear, happiness,
Fire, temptation and so much more
All these people were
Just normal like you and I
Flesh and blood
With ups and downs
We can have faith
Just like they did
We have to hold on to what we know
Even when we don’t feel
The Path of BitternessThe Path of Bitterness
Is an inward grudge
That hurts you more than them
As you hold onto it
It drives you stay up
It won’t let you feel
Peace or joy
Bitterness after awhile
Changes into something else
That can be seen
Also known as wrath
Is the sudden moment of anger
It can destroy people
And relationships easily
Words come out that
Scar and tear
It cannot be easily fixed
It is also a buildup of anger
Is an internal smoldering
It can lead to
A dangerous situation
It can lead
To wrath and bitterness
Which is also could
Is the out bust
Of anger and outrage
That leads to evil speaking
Is slandering other’s people name
It is gossip and negative
That will tear others down
Let all bitterness,
And wrath, and anger,
And clamor, and evil speaking,
Be put away from you, will all malice
This is a choice
What will you
The Broken Fairy TaleThe Broken Fairy Tale
The Tale of Michael the daughter of Saul
Once my heart
Beat fast for you
When I thought of you or saw you
I never pictured
Myself with any other
You were my Prince Charming
Though you were no prince
I didn’t care
Granted me my heart’s desire
To be married to you
I sit in my room
Before our wedding
Do you love me as much as I love you?
Will you treat me as a princess?
Will I be your only one?
The music starts
As the time goes by
I get up to start this fairy tale
Our fairy tale
Isn’t to last
As my father begins to hate you
I don’t know why
He used to speak kindly about you
Now only anger follows his waking days
What did you do
To drive him to
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?
I know Jonathan knows
Where you have gone
I see it in his eyes
Do you not love me?
Am I not beautiful enough for you?
What did I do wrong?
I am to tend to my father
As his madness creeps up
What drove him to this?
The BibleThe Bible
What is the Bible to you?
Is it a set of rules?
A book of fantasy?
A love letter?
Absolute authority in your life?
If it is a set of rules
Do you pick and choose
As a buffet
To rebel against?
If it is a book of fantasy
Nothing more than a novel
Something to read if interested
But then put into a corner when done
Than why do people die for it?
If it is a love letter
Than why do you reject
The love that is so strong and pure
That can never be broken?
If it is absolute authority
Do you follow and stand for it?
Or do you disregard it
And have relative thinking of the world
That says “do what is right in your eyes”?
What is the Bible to you?
Is it a useless book of paper ink?
Or is the words in those pages
Be something that you would
Live and die for?
An Anchor in the RainAn Anchor in the Rain
The clouds cover the sky
Drenching, cold and hurtful
Trying to take away something precious
The kind that only
Comes from the cross
It isn’t always have a bow
But there is an anchor
He holds us tightly
Against the cold
And the rain
He holds us tightly
Against the cold
And the rain
When there is no easy
Or simple answer
He is there
He gives us hope
And gives us the strength to continue
It may rain
But one day a light will come
When the night is
Joy comes in the morning
The Anchor of the CrossThe Anchor of the Cross
We are called to be fishers of men by God. It is a hard road. It is filled with valleys, with its thorns, sadness, pain, anguish, trials and tribulations, and with its mountains, with its peaceful hills and calming winds.
Even with the rain and storms, there is an anchor that protects us from them. That anchor, the source of peace in rain and sun, is Jesus himself. He is there for us. He wants us to come to Him where He is waiting with arms wide open. He is warm, peaceful and is always there. He is always there.
He loves you so much that He gave His life for you, a sinner. He also defeated death for you and rose again to bring His bride home someday. Will you accept Him and become His bride?
The Hope of the CrossThe Hope of the Cross
When we are at our end
The pain crushing
The sorrow suffocating
When we can’t see
Anything good in it
And there is no simple answer
When grief and numbness
Surrounds our heart
And a fog surrounds our vision
There isn’t always
But there is an anchor
Is the cross
That brings hope
Jesus went through
So much pain
He knows our pain
He knows our heart
He knows we can’t go alone
It can’t be bought
He gives it
For those who follows Him
And leans on Him
We can’t do this
But we aren’t alone
He is there
And He is Hope
In the beginning
We were created
In the image of God
And begin to look like the world
To the image of sin
To free us
From our bondage of conformity
Us to rebel
Against the sin
That holds you
You to become
Unique in Him
And lose the conformity of sin
It is a daily struggle
To be unique and holy
But never give up and get up again
For He will never leave nor forsake you
Even in the storm
He will do good
For those who love Him
Rebel against the world and sin
Become yourself in God
Become a child of God
Lose the title of Worldly One
In the end
It is your choice
What you do
But remember you don’t know what will come tomorrow
Getting Rid of BitternessGetting Rid of Bitterness
Someone hurts you
Whether by accident
Or on purpose
It brings you pain
That doesn’t go away
Any time soon
And you say
You forgive them
But deep down in your heart
You don’t feel it
Just pain and anger
It drags on
And brings despair and bitterness
Takes your love, joy
It leaves you
To get rid
There is only one way
Is to let it go
And really forgive them
Turn the hate to love
Turn the grief to joy
Turn the anxiety to peace
If you can’t do it alone
There is someone
That can help
He can help you
But you must give it to Him
And not hold onto it
He loves you and wants to help you
But won’t force you
You have a choice
His name is
The Son of God
The Lord Jesus Christ
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
God My Constant CompanionPain is constant
Sickness is normal
Joy and happiness a burden
Ordeal of becoming old
Life became a misery
Through the pain and suffering I became closer to God
My thirst for His knowledge grows
My thoughts revolve around God and me
I fear not because God is with me
Only God, my constant companion, understands my plight
Only God comforts me with love,
knowledge and understanding
Only God, through Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
can free my soul and give me eternal peace
I praise God for all the blessings He has given me
Thank You GOD for the love You have given me
by E. W. Rantala/RocksRose - December 7, 2013
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
The Angel who can't flyShe doesn't know how to live
without the constant fight to keep her head over water
The struggle is her Safeheaven
An Eden which
her fragile feet.
She can't touch without scarring
Still she yearns for a place to belong
an Utopia for angels
But her wings are to heavy to fly
when she spreads them she can
BetterPraises and prayers go out to You
Everything is Yours and has been Yours
From the heavens where Your throne stands on to the Earth below
You reign all, and yet You are better than all
You are better than all
Better than Your devoted servants to the animals of the world
Better than the Earth You made to the dust You used to bring life
Better than everything that You have made; the ultimate better
The only perfect and You will always exceed beyond our expectations
You exceed in the heavens beyond, and yet You can recreate from the ashes of hopelessness
You can move the mountains and make rivers flow
You can slip open the skies, and yet love with a loving heart
You are better than all
Better than the smartest men in the world with Your perfect wisdom
You know how to softly break us and yet still love
You know everything from the smallest creature to the depths of the human heart
You are better than all
You have all authority and sit on a throne of righteousness
You loved the sinners and b
A Dying old WomanHer skeletal remains left imprinted on the bed
bodily fluids of plasmatic yellow sugar cane
had stained through the sheets and into the frame
the vast wealth of her knowledge had been lost with age
the visage of shaking muscle tissue over bones wrapped in too much skin
was the only image imprinted on the land lord who came
he came and he knocked
and his nose hairs burned with the stench of what had remained
nothing left but empty veins
wire hair and bones saturated in dark decaying flesh
under the hot sun of a long summer day
her fingernails looked like wood chips burrowing from under the skin
her sunken yellow eyes glazed over life and sin
and anguish held from so deep inside...
it all seemed very innocent
until the grandchildren no longer came
until the siblings squabbed amongst themselves
as to who was responsible with what had remained
now there is nothing left to say
nothing left for the casket to lay open for all to see
because after the math what was left was a pile of old bones
MultiverseClinging desperately to reality the unknowable knows the gravity of what we do not see or perceive in this infinite sea of possibilities. Still grasping firm to discern as it yearns to learn to return to a time or place before being concerned with how to be reborn into a world it knows and is confirmed in and known in in turn. Entangled between fabrics of temporal mathematics and dogmatic moral fanatics in choral their horrible quarrel systematic in nature to cater their material god trapped static by a celestial equator in the erratic pre-protohistory of the arterial abroad of existence if not a mystery much greater, a fraud.
I think therefore I am yet am crammed into detention theres no mention of my creation and no attention to my nook between dimensions. You took a look in your history book but couldn't find the one between those binds about the mind of a man that god shook from his grand plan. To be or not to be is beyond me to understand, I am the meta-absentee the sages pretend
Wings Of ChangeProgress marched upon them,
New weapons and new skills,
And so a boy, terrified, ran
To keep away their ills.
To a far off city,
He slowly found his way,
When lanterns like stars guided him
Unto a brand new day.
On the night he met her,
He told her of the change,
For he felt he was drowning
And she’d keep things the same.
She said she would not help him,
For to obstruct all progress was
To never learn to fly.
But drowning he still was,
In changes uncontrolled,
Until some fins and gills he grew
And swam into the gold.
FreefallingI took the final step, away from Heaven
Leaped off the edge, close to the pearly gates
Salvation isn't for me, but I will know freedom
As I plunge feet first into the fire
No one can save me, I've made my choice
Breathless, I gaze at the beauty below me
For the first time I can feel some sort of happiness
No more pain, no regrets, a feeling of belonging
Knowing it will end only makes me savour it more
The sensation of total 'aloneness', without a need to share
Detached from everything, while feeling one with the world
Total enlightenment, light above and fire below
I close my eyes, ready to face my destiny
Trapped inside the flames for all eternity,
But I don't care, I will endure the hardships
Nothing can hurt me, because I ceased to exist
The TreeThe Tree
In the desert
Is on its own
Tying to survive
The rough winds
And the harsh temperatures
Failed its limbs
Tying to find shade
From the unrelenting sun
From the winds
That ripped away its leaves
Couldn't spread out its roots
The rocky ground
To find nutrients
A gentleman comes by
Seeing there is no leaves
Keeps on going
About the dying tree
That can't help him
A traveler comes by
Seeing the dying tree
Having pity on it
Poured some water on it
He continued on
Happy about his good deed
Felt the sun beat down
Began to lose hope
Of ever surviving
Of ever growing
Of ever living
Just before the last leaf fell
The Gardener came by
To dig out the tree
Took the tree
To the river
And planted it
Now by the river
Could stretch out its roots
Through the soft soil
Through the moist soil
To the rich nutrients
Grew back its leaves
Its leaves stretched out
Towards the sun
But life giving
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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