(with spoken word inserts
by soulsurvivor)

When I die don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world
left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced
By the light of Jesus Face
And I will not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name.

- chorus -
It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be Home and I'll be FREE
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

SS insert -
Persecution I'll expect.
It's not surprising. Folks reject.
Still I LOVE my Lord so dear
I'll forgive and have no fear
Faced with evil on all sides
In the Lord I will abide
No force of hell can remove Thee
It don't matter where you bury me

---

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven's store
Come and drink and thirst no more
So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to Him
Who will raise the dead again

- chorus -

SS insert -
I will pass. That much is clear.
I'll leave my tabernacle here
Life is short, the time doth fly
So I'll go to kiss the sky
Then I'll know all mysteries
It don't matter where you bury me


A song written by Julie Miller
Performed by Emmy Lou Harris
and Selah (this version is below)
With inserts by SoulSurvivor
http://youtu.be/SW_3kHHvk8M

I feel SO blessed to know the Lord Jesus Christ. I have reposted this song as I believe it to be a VERY important message.

I don't doubt that the Lord waits for those who are faithful. He delivers them out of their troubles. You don't have to die for this to happen either. If you are redeemed by His blood you've had a transfusion and are HIS CHILD. If you think your earthly dad was protective he was NOTHIN' compared to GOD!

Jesus told us to be fruitful in our faith . That the harvest is great and the workers are few . And that each worker is different . Some bring a return of 50% , some 20% but we are not to be the servant who took his gift of salvation and then buried it in the dirt because he was afraid or ashamed to be associated with the name of God . So what little he had it was taken away and given to the servant who did the most . I am like the worker who has been hired at the eleventh hour to work in the vineyard . Yet if I bring in a return on the harvest I will receive the same wages as the worker who has labored all day . I also know he who has done much in the name of the Lord will receive much in Heaven . We have all been called at daybreak to come and work in the vineyards of salvation . Some respond , many delayed . The first responders have stored their treasures in Heaven for judgement day . They will face Jesus
when asked what have you done unto the least of these you did unto me and they will have many treasures to show Jesus . In Heaven we will be known by the fruit we bare . We can't earn our place in Heaven , only by grace can we be saved , but our place in Heaven will be determined by the treasures we have stored there . As it says in Revelations we will be given a stone by Jesus with our new name engraved upon it . It will be the determining factor of out efforts here on Earth in God's vineyard of salvation . Good harvesting to you .

I simply want to convey my conviction which tells me that Christ's return is SOON! I'VE NEVER FELT THIS SO STRONGLY!  
P L E A S E  R E A D  !!!

SPEAK OUT!! Truth in Love ❤️

It is high time for the Family of Faith
To come forth and spread TRUTH  right here in US!!

Don't sugar coat it... Sweep it under the rugs!
There are folks out there dying on alcohol!  Drugs!
In car crashes! Hospitals! Nursing homes! More!
Unable to ask God to forgive sin by the SCORE!!

Do you want them to perish?
Oh, they're lost... they may well!
They'll tumble and fall and end up in hell!!

Do you want that for Family?!!
Do you want that for Frìends?!!
Once they.die, that is IT...
theÿ won't can't make amends!!

SPEAK OUT AMERICA!!
YOU CAN DO SO IN PEACE!!
Not peace with the DEVIL...
NO, NOT HIM IN THE LEAST!!

SPEAK OUT IN LOVE!
SHOW THEM THAT YOU CARE!!
BE STRONG AND COURAGEOUS
Shed your SOUL BARE!!

It won't be long! YOU HAVE OIL TO EARN!!
it won't be long before JESUS 'RETURN!!
OH! WHEN HE DOES I KNOW WHERE I'LL BE...
RIGHT IN THE FRONT LINES

SHOUTING THE VIC-TO-RY!!

CATHERINE JARVIS

CHRISTIAN ✝️

The Parable of the Ten Virgins (or Wise and Foolish Virgins) from the New Testament (Matthew 25:1-13) tells of ten bridesmaids, five wise and five foolish, who waited for a delayed bridegroom. The wise virgins brought extra oil for their lamps and were prepared, while the foolish ones did not and ran out of oil. When the bridegroom finally arrived, the foolish virgins, unable to enter the wedding feast with the wise, were denied entry because they were not prepared. The parable teaches that Christians must be ready and vigilant for Christ's return, as His arrival is at an unknown time

My skin flames redness
                    No heart is true
My brain floats headless  
                          Where are you??

My lungs breathe brown
                  My muscles ache angst
My eyes crack the desert
                             Their stench is rank...

My heart beats heat
             My groin is green
                  My bones bleed blackness


                                    And itch in-between!


SøułSurvivør
9.14.2025

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.
Psalm 22:14

Some of God's saints have it the worst!
Though they're truly blessed,
It seems like they're cursed!

Cathy woke up... a chair for her bed,
She couldn't walk,  she slept sitting instead.
She walked as long as she thought she ought
She walked along until she COULD NOT.

Josh got a call from a doctor who said
All the man's body was a ledger in red.
Without a procedure he'd live life in dread,
Without a procedure he'd likely be dead.

Cathy went out,  nursing home bound,
Where friends and family would not be around.
For Josh death WAS the end of his story!
But that end would bring
God the most glory!

Sometimes our pain shows how we endure
Life is not blessing when there is no cure!
God doesn't heal the way we think He ought,
Sometimes we sleep, the fight of faith fought.

So let's undergird the saints who despair
Be the friends and family that they don't have there!
When a saint has received
A bad report!
Please do not shun him!
Don't be that sort!

No! Jesus still loves them more than you know
Yes! Jesus still loves them...

THE WORD TELLS US SO!!!

Catherine Jarvis aka SoulSurvivor
September 12th 2025

In the halls of memory
I go searching for some truth
Like an honest man
Searching for a heart
Of gold.

From hall to hall
Door to door
Looking for Welcome mats
Or some other indication
That honesty is sought after.

I found a myriad of mats
With the trademark
Of various things to remember or believe.

Some had the faces and names
Of the men I have known.
Others friends I've held close
Or the enemies I've held closer.
There are stars on
The Hollywood Walk of Fame.

There are the logos of the magazines
I've read... page numbers of the articles of interest.
The symbols of faith
Buddha. Krishna.
The Arabic glyfs for Islam.
The double triangle of the "Church" of Scientology
(Bloodstained)
The Star of David.

Finally the ore of purest gold,
Also Bloodstained.
But the source of the blood is not mine.
It's the lifeblood of my Lord.
The symbol?

THE CROSS.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
September 2025

A gem that's worn on hearts of Queens,
A heart war Heros wear,
The heart of geodes, yet unseen,
The color of despair.

The colored mane of unicorns,
Pastel paint to ooze,
The deep prayer of the unborn

The color of a bruise.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
August 2025

Empress of cacti
Queen of the Night
She is resplendent
A fairie in flight
Glowing... a phosphor
With her inner light

The moon, her companion
They dance in the dark
Wooing and spooning
A'courting a spark
But they'll hearken to morning
Yes... they'll soon part...

They mourn at their parting
Such is their plight.

Her face alabaster
Her fingers so slight
She's proud and she's perfect
Her shoulders pure white
Of noblest bearing

The Queen of the Night.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/26/2018


The Queen of the Night is an orchid cactus. It's huge white blossom only opens at night to be pollinated by moths & bats. We have a variety of it in our yard... it's a wondrous sight in the moonlight

How are saints told they should pray,
The believers of our day?
What did our Lord Jesus say?
Should we go our heart's own way,
Or will it lead us all astray?

What does it say in Jesus's Word?
When it's read and when it's heard?
Is it nowadays absurd?
Or is an answer its reward!

When you pray in Jesus name
Your prayers will never be the same!
Answered prayers will fall like rain,
And faith will stake a larger claim
Upon your heart and doubt will wane.

Jesus is the Lord supreme!
In today's world,  what does that mean?
It's still the truth on which we lean,
This is all the Bible means!
By His stripes we are made clean!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
August 2025

Slammed to "Pick Up the Pieces"
by Average White Band

Life's a jungle I have found
Torn to pieces all around
There are foxes - there are hounds
Zoos where wild things abound
Just listen to the funky sound
Now we're going underground....

Underground where rabbits go
Down tunnels in a faster slow
It's all over, don't you know
Pick & Shovel, Rake & ***
You're down with it, on the low
Like you're Edgar Allan Poe
Feast or famine - friend or foe
It must go on... The Truman Show...



Jigsaw pieces - play the game
It is just a crying shame
Dance for dancing - Fame for fame
Break a leg and you are lame
No one'll ever know your name...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES


You're a tiger, nothin' nice
You've been bought, you had a price
Yeah, you tore off quite a slice
Well, some are men and some are mice
Some eat meat and some eat rice
Some are fire - some are ice
Some are ticks and some are lice
Let me give you some advice...

Just so you are never boring
While you're out there pimping, *******
While you're the one they are adoring
Just watch out for polished flooring
Don't break loose from your fast mooring
Into the pit you will be soaring
After that there's no restoring
Listen to the lion roaring...


Chorus


Here we are in the U.S.
We are pampered we are blessed
Sometime soon there'll be a test
We'll ride the Bronco way out West
The Magnificent Seven rides abreast
There's a new Sheriff, have you guessed?
With a tin badge on His vest
He does not play - He does not jest
I'm afraid, I will attest!

It won't be fun, just wait and see
It will be "pain" *with a capitol P!
On this bus, don't ride for free
This is not a game of Wii
There's a port and there's a lea
There's a shrub (Bush), and there's a tree
There's an us, and there's a we

There's a YOU, and there's a ME...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible ink aka
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/14/2016



https://youtu.be/xpflST8xWm8
"Pick Up the Pieces" extended version
Average White Band

Angels come in many forms
They hold out their arms
They are there, and they care
They're like hardworking moms.

They can see & hear us
Yes, they can hear our call
They're a mighty force for good
Even though they're small!

They can be as spirits
Undetected & unseen
Or they can be as we are
They CAN be as human beings!

So you'd best be kind to folks
You'd best have a care!
Entertaining angels
CAN happen unawares!

That's why I'm very careful
In what I say & do
I want to BLESS my angel...

Who HAPPENS to be YOU!!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Cathy Jarvis
3/29/2019

~~~/\~~~^^


you sit looking forward
to learn the words of the
new alphabet
your senses have regained

you gaze at the photographs
memories
your time with a friend
in Abkhazia

the elfin oak trees silver leaves
sigh and teach you the soul
of the winds 'round
Akhali Atoni

monastic mountains engraved
a simple poignant song
in the silence


you believe you are not fit for much

but you are


else wise, why would the world
you have come to know
color your heart cyan

as you rest
in the arms of the


sky?


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
(c)  2013


Abkhazia is a province
in southern Russia
There are many monistaries there

Akhali Atoni is one

(Collaboration)

i break
my chrysalid womb
into a realm
without
protection

my wings
are wet and stunted
cyan jewels lie dew'd
tourmaline
clusters upon the
veins

i'm only beginning
to learn the
nature of flight

i'm at my
most vulnerable
please
protect me
but don't assist me
in my struggle
to break

FREE

~~~@~~~

it took me
disolving time to
emerge
from my own
beautiful
amorphous mess
while I drew
my imaginal discs

i dreamt
of flowers
and their
everlasting
bursting colors

the
celestial skies
and soft
empowering
spring
breeze

~~~@~~~

as i push apart
my place of
safety and security
i find the life
pumping
into my
wingspan

the colors of the
world
entrance me
i am no longer
dreaming
as i drink in
my natural
but still
foreign
home

~~~@~~~

riveting pain
with each
s p r e a d
of these
newly acquiesced
defenseless
delicate
appendiges
this
m e t a m o r p h a s i s
has just begun

my
j o u r n e y
to self discovery
paved with
wrestling and scuffling
everlasting
flight
and
wondering

~~~@~~~

for it is in the
p a I n
we find
g r o w t h

and in the
s t r u g g l e
against
the
safe and secure
that we
at last
find

F R E E D O M

~~~@~~~

dajena m
SoulSurvivor (regular type) aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
(c) october 10, 2014

poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup

poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand

poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls


i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never

empty


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis

poetfriends
°☆  ¤  ''☆•°
°°'~,,☆ ○•,,°°
~~~/\^/\/\^^--~~

we see the same stars
knowing somehow
the light enters
our corneas
at exactly
the same
time

yet we have such
varied ideas
about the

sky

we read the same books
the same letters which
make up the magical
ideograms we call

WORDS

yet our thoughts vary
as to meanings and
how they will
impact
us

but one thing we all
have in common

we ache to be understood
that our words adequately
describe our feelings
our hearts radiate
from the page to
enter readers
pupils like
the light
from


☆ STARS ☆


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2/19/2016

~~~~~

As the fish swallowed Jonah, these days the Truth is swallowed up by a Whopper...

~~~~~


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
2025

~~~

nobody can truly know
another person's trouble

even if they walk the same
path there are different rocks
underfoot.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
2015

In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis 2019

.
I'm going through some very difficult trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡

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Jesus, invited to a feast
By a Pharisee
Came in with dusty feet
This was as all would see,

It was quite important
For foot washing back then,
So it was very evident
Jesus was not a friend!

He was an unwanted guest
Who didn't deserve rules
The required foot washing
Was so unfulfilled

The "religious" men just mocked him
Such wàs their cruelty
Jesus was the a spectical
For everyone to see.

In walked a painted woman
With long and flowing hair
Christ had before released her
From her sin's despair.

The evil men were critical
To one another said
She still had loose morals
The way she still sashayed.

She ķneĺt down to Jesus humbly
Wept and stayed right there
She washed His dusty feet with tears
And wiped them with her hair.

Perceiving the hypocrites
The way they cruelly judged
Gave them a word to make them think
And then they held a grudge

"You judge her for doing this
And the way she walked
You didn't wash my feet yourselves
You criticized and talked,

The beauty of the thìn̈g she's done
You do not applaud
But she goes where you'll never go
Heaven to be with God.

Those forgiven mucĥ love deeply
Then God gives loving thoughts
You should know YOU HAVE NO LOVE
SO HE FORGIVES YOU NOT.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Ìn̈visible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
2025

Lord of the sunshine Lord of the storm
Lord of the lost and the reborn.
Lord of the reborn and the lost,
He purchased us at such a cost!

Lord of lightning. Lord of flowers
Lord of sand, and Lord of towers.
We could sit around for hours
Discussing this and other powers...

He's a great One to discuss
He's the Lord of all of us,
Satan hates it when we do,
Don't worship him, we worship You!!

Lord of sun, and Lord of clouds
Lord, we praise You right out loud!
Weather ŵarm or freezing cold,
Whether young or whether old,
We will raise our hands and sing
You're our Lord.... OUR EVERYTHING!!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
2025

May 31st of 2018 11:30 pm

~~~~~

At this hour I think of how
I was told of daddy's death
Immediately it speared me through
And I cried out with all my breath.

I was already in my bed
Mom only a door away
I couldn't go and comfort her
I couldn't walk at all that day.

I don't remember going to sleep
Ɓut I think I had a dream
I knelt by bedside, red eyes weep
Prayed my father was redeemed

All around me there was dust
Ashes scattered 'cross the floor
My tattered mind I could not trust
Got up, went through the door

Next thing I knew I was outside
Ànd I held a silver vase
I recall how hard I cried
Tears were streaming down my face.

Then I was in full darknes there
No moon lit my silent way
There was no delusion of
What had swallowed night and day

Then, the devil on his throne
Sulfur lit with horrid n̈ail
I looked all over hades stones
There was inside a mighty gale!

I woke up! I held on strong
For as long as I could last
Now I know that I was wrong
But I knew the dye was cast.

My eyes filled my tearstained couch
Relief filled up my smitten heart
I'd find my dad in heaven now

We would, in heaven, never part!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
2025

wisdom
doesn't
wade
in
strange
waters


[6W]
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 11/29/2015


A note to me:
Don't try to talk about things
you don't understand

spirituality
isn't foxhole prayers
it is not hoping God is there.

it isn't something you can skip
because it is relationship

would you go and ask advice
from someone you
had talked to twice?

would you ask for things your end
from someone who was not your friend?

people think prayer gets things free
they want to win the lottery!!

i can tell you... God's angry 'cause
people think He's santa claus!!!

i existed by my whim
a million miles away from Him.

I want to be inspired by
the one who saved me...
... chose to die.

these are plain and simple facts
i've been lazy... very lax.

this world is hurting!
it's headed for a pit!
i didn't pray for all of it!

i gave up. i ran away.
I was cowardly what can i say?

life is hard you must confront
I've been running
from the front!

i want to do so much more
life has got so much in store!

so here i am... at step one
right back where i started from.


catherine jarvis
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor


I have been writing about
Being so "spiritual" and have
Neglected even my most basic
Duties as a Believer.

I must get back to my roots

One.

You are fraught, and in sin caught
Still, you hear the spirit's call
Yes, you wallow in the mud
You cannot move at all!

You want to see the Father, God,
You come from sin's dark cave,
But your transgressions are so great!
Your Iniquities depraved!

You dress in purple, finest silk,
You're designer clad.
But you know your true attire
Is filthinesss and rags!

You are wanting, and you know
That this is your true state,
So you sob a plea to God
It wouldn't be too late!

It's been years, but God still hears!
You have passed the test!
His Spirit floats into your heart,
And you are truly blessed!!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka

Catherine Jarvis '25

~~~~~

what is it makes a person
great in this sad world?
where there's such mediocrety
it is a precious pearl

is it that they have money?
that they have accrued
a trillion dollar bank account?
does this make a person good?

perhaps they have a famous face
or well regarded name
maybe they play basketball
and have a winning team

is it artistic talent?
was Vincent van Gogh lauded?
in his painful lifetime
was this man applauded?

perhaps they are as Edison
and have a brilliant mind
but Edison used Tessla
to him he was unkind

this is what I think
makes a man or woman great
that they give life their ALL
that they do not faint

if you sweep the street
and make it clean and bright
If you are an educator
and bring poor children light
if you are a poet
on a humble poetry site
it is forgiving others
not having to be right!
if you are a boxer
and don't give up the fight

this is what is greatness
it's not playing a part
it is truly living

with your entire HEART.


So­ulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisibleinc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 8/31/2015


~~~~~

for a friend who
thinks he's a loser.

YOU'VE PUT MORE HEART
INTO YOUR LIFE THAN
ANYONE I KNOW!

to me you are the greatest
man on the planet

'nuf said

The horizontal hurricane
Is not rain north to south
Not a squall which ends before
It takes your fleshly house

NO.

it's a flame 🔥 of water💧
It's a fire that yearns
No rain could ever quench because
It's a bush that burns.

YES.

Weathering the flailing storm
A flatline on a screen
Taƙes courage that no human
Has ever truly seen.

NO.

This storm blows the tempest flat!
Equal to the earth!
The wind sends raindrops east to west
To hug us with their worth

YES!

Jesus faced that fury
The grapes of wrath! He must!
He took on the fires of hell
Which were reserved for US!

YES!

GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD
THAT HE SENT HIS ONLY SON
THAT HE WOULD DIE INSTEAD OF US
SO NOW THE VICTORY'S WON!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
April 2025

Here I am
A waiting story
Yes, i am
An open book
I spin a tale of
Conquest, glory
I wait for you to
Take a look

I'll take you
Through your fantasies
My storyline will
Make you sigh
See my green
And velvet boudoir
Shine in my
Come hither eyes

Here I sit
My arms are open
And my long
Legs are never crossed
But you can't read
Though I have spoken
I give my hair
A little toss...

[chorus]
Read my mind
It's in plain English
Read my palms
They are in Braille
Read My subtle
Body language
Read my lips
They tell a tale

I wore a low-cut
Line this evening
The perfumed letters
That you like
I'm the open book
Who whispers
To your wandering
Eyes tonight

[chorus]

Oh, NO!
You've seen
Another volume!
Got a storyline that's
Good 'n short!
She's got a better
Lookin' cover,
But inside's a
Bad report!

BRIDGE:

Here I am,
And I'm in anguish
You can't read my
Body language
C'mon! Learn what
You can find
If you read

between the lines*


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/13/2017


Something I'm working on
It's not completed.

Any constructive feedback
Would be welcome

~~~~~

Jehovah God the Father
Looked down upon His Son
In terrible pain and agony
He knew what He'd begun
Christ's blood was pure as driven snow
So He could be The One

He would have to look away
As Jesus took on Sin
But He so loved the World
He gave His belov'd to win
All the souls that were foretold
To accept and honor Him
For Jesus Christ was blameless
He was the Perfect Lamb

Yahweh The Almighty
Saw Jesus in His tomb
Christ went to paradise (1)
Where Jews and gentiles escaped doom

Then to hell's dark doors
Our King , never forsaken
Took the keys of hell death and grave
From the hands of Satan!

Before the dark army's eyes
He went up through the air!
Leaving the Prince of the Darkness
Fuming in his lair!

God the Abba Father
Gave us Victory when
He sent His Resurrection Life
And His Son Rose Again!

Jesus Christ has Conquered!
Everything is DONE!
He was the Perfect Sacrifice

NOW WE CAN OVERCOME!

~~~~~

SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/26/2016

~~~~~

(1) Paradise is also known as
Abraham's Bossom
It is where all souls of righteousness
Went before the advent of Jesus Christ.
After His death Jesus went there to preach
So that they could believe on Him
And could ascend to heaven. He also did
The same in hell.
Luke 23:43
1 Peter 3:19

I don't believe "Easter" is the date
Of Jesus' actual resurrection. Just like
Christmas isn't the date of His birth.
The emperor Constantine changed
The dates to correspond to pagan
Holidays. I don't really celebrate
Easter for that reason. But have a
Great day tomorrow!

BLESSINGS ON YOU ALL!

~~~=<♡>=~~~

In the morning of a
Breezey mauve-pink air
in the peace in a time of silent prayer
in the breath of a
newborn child's sleep
there are memories
we will always keep

when a mother first holds her child
in the strength of a mustang
running wild
in the hush of an ocean's
silent depths
there are memories
We will never forget

eagles fly
and soar on lofty wings
infants cry when their
time of life begins
seedlings grow
from the fall of gentle rains
these are things we know
but can we fully explain?

in the rise of a harvest moon
in the scent of a rose
in fullest bloom
in the grace of a
dancer's swirling form
then our senses make us
glad we're born

in the flames of the setting sun
in softness of night that's
just begun
in the lights of the pinpricked sky
there are times we pause
to think and ponder why?

breezes blow
and yet are never seen
there's a mind
that can only think a dream
can you touch the light
of falling stars
these are things we know
but can we prove they are?

in the roar of a breaking wave
we are kept from the
cradle to the grave
we may know
in our last and final hour
a loving and

ALMIGHTY POWER


soulsurvivor
4/21/2009


~~~=<♡>=~~~


a song

---

There's a creature in this cruel world
Who love's to hurt
And make you blue
He's out there lurking for you, child
He'll take everything from you...

... but oh!
How handsom and delightful!
When he speaks the silver rings!
Come to find out he is frightful
Scorpion with angel's wings

Watch out child...
Watch out for liars.
Those who practice to deceive!
He'll take you down
To his own fires
He will sting if you believe!

But! Oh how beautiful and graceful!
And! How exquisitely you sing!
But. My "friend", you are disgraceful!

Scorpion with Angel's wings

----


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
9/6/2016


To any poor woman out there who
had her heart taken away by a
sweet talking LIAR.
This song is for you

There was once a woman
So brave! So very strong!
She was Charlotte Atlas
She didn't think it wrong
To ridicule other women
Much "weaker" than her.
She held up a spinning globe
She was tough,  yes sir!

She was ahead of everyone!
Independence was her plan
She didn't want a helpmate
She could do without a man.

There was a second woman
A weaker body was her fate
But she leaned upon the arm of
The one who was her mate

And last there was a crippled one
Beaten down all her life.
She was undistinguished
Never was a wife.

But she used no crutch
Took on no way of ease
She took a winding rocky road
And did so on her knees.

Which is the first woman
In heaven's vast estate?
If you've read your Bible
You'll know which one is great!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible ink
Catherine Jarvis 2025

Matthew 20:16
New International Version
16 “So the last will be first, and the first will be last"

1 Corinthians
26 Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth
27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.

^¡^

little girl gets angry
hits a boy at school
sent home by the principle
'cos she broke the rules
this was most unfortunate
with liquor on his breath
her father pulled his belt out
and beat her half to death

(Chorus)

none of us have halos
none of us have wings
none of us are "there" yet
as the choir sings
our minds are set on stupid
we think of earthly things
no, none of us have halos
none of us have wings

~~~~~~~~~~

Johnny, feeling hurt inside,
takes his tournequet
pours his lady snow out
to fix himself a hit
he didn't know how strong it was
that it could do him harm
he dies in a public bathroom
with a needle in his arm

(Chorus)

dad has had a kind of lapse
he had an affair
mom just up and left him
divorced him then and there
now his little girl has bruises
'cos of liquor in his head
due to a wife who left him
his son, Johnny, is dead


have you graduated?
with a high degree
in personal perfection?
if not, then let it be
I don't claim to be flying
as my transgression clings
'cos none of have halos

none of us have wings


SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/12/2017
As some may know I'm in a bit of a tussle. I don't hold my detractor ill-will. I'd just like to make the obvious statement.

NOBODY'S PERFECT!

I'm willing to let bygones be bygones.
I was wrong in some respects, too.

I apologize for not reading much. I'm actually studying some scripture, so I'm limited as to what I read.

I'll be back reading soon.

♡L♡O♡V♡E  Y♡O♡U  A♡L♡L♡

What would I do?
I would sit and watch tv with my 92 year old mom.
Watch a secular program, but also a sermon.
A WONDERFUL SERMON!
I would fast. Not for myself, but for this world.
A world that, for many, has known nothing but
HUNGER. I've done so little of that.
I would do something self sacrificing.
The proceeds of the sale of all my artwork
would go to my family. They would know
what to do with it ...

I would tell EVERYONE ABOUT JESUS!
READ HIS WORD AND ACT ON IT!!

And you? Do you know Jesus?

Read the book of John. At least 3:16.
Read the book of Romans.
At least the 8th chapter.

I'm not sure what the rest of my life
Will be like,  so I will continue my
program with mom.


Catherine Jarvis
5/13/25

Roll On By
[Lyrics by Catherine Jarvis]

Windows light up
Rattling sashes
Rain don't stop
It tears & lashes
Thunder sears and
Lightning crashes
Houses up in
Smoke & ashes...

~~~~~~

[Chorus]

Roll on by, storm,
Roll on by!
You won't make me
Weep & sigh!
You will pass me
By & by
I'll wake up
To God's blue sky...

No power of hell
Nor will of Man
No twist or turn
Or slight of hand
No storm or rain
Or lightning slam.
I'll overcome.
I'll understand.

~~~~~~~

The rain won't stop
Won't let me be
But it can't melt
The heart in me!
If you knew
You would agree
I'm an eagle
Don't you see!
I'll rise above
I will not flee
I have got the victory!

[Chorus]

I will watch
& I will wait
Soon the tempest
Will abate
Whether it be
Soon or late
I'll stand in LOVE!
I will not hate!
I will enter
Heaven's gate
To be with Jesus
Is my fate...

I will live with
GOD SO GREAT!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/14/2019

I don't honor Easter
Bunnies hoppin' on one leg
I have no taste
For colored "peeps"
Or chocolate Easter eggs

Thanks to
Emperor Constantine
We have this pagan brew
I find the worship of Ishtar
Has me in a stew!

The holidays of pagans!
And to see events of Christ
Blended in with all of it
Has my stomach in a vice!

Take your rabbits
And your "Ishtar" eggs
I'll just have to pray
I'd just prefer to call this time
RESURRECTION DAY!

Research the above. Ishtar was a Babylonian fertility goddess. That's where the bunnies and eggs came in. Ishtar was later renamed ashtaroth. One of the members of the Demonic Trinity. Sounds like a good thing to worship, eh


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis