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Jul 2016 · 2.1k
Hey, Jude the Obscure
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
"What price love?" The scholar asks
"Is it lust which breaks the bone?"
The rock he hefts leaves him bereft
Ossified as stone.

Here we have the question
As we lift the weighted pall
'Tis it better to have loved and fully lost
Than to never love at all?


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2016
"Jude the Obscure" is a novel written in the late 19th century by Thomas Hardy. A tale of dreams (the protagonist, Jude, was a stonemason who had ambitions of being a scholar) Love vs. Lust (Jude marries a woman who claims to be pregnant. Is divorced, then finds his true love, Sue) and the price of both. Jude has an extremely difficult life. Due mainly to his poor decisions regarding his love life. In the end it destroyed him.

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Jul 2016 · 1.6k
Expand/Contract
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
I
push
at my wall
expand into the
far corners of total
conciousness yet there
are four dimensions to bind
and five senses to contend with
therefore I'm compressed in
the shape of enlongated
boxes turned onto
their corner tip
and discover
the shape
of


DIAMONDS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2016
I read the work of another poet to have the similar idea. I don't recall who it was. It is not my purpose to plagiarize. But I have this idea that we all can be extended only so far before we are compressed again. But is that not how sparkling diamonds are made? Carbon heated 2 expansion then compressed in the Earth. Something to ponder anyway...

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Jul 2016 · 445
Whatever Souls Are Made Of
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Whatever souls are made of
Cannot be gauged or weighed
They are not a Will O the Wisp
Neither light nor shade
They're not made of ether
Nor in the ground are laid

They can't be poured or measured
They're neither young nor old
They don't have a temperature
Neither hot nor cold
They don't have a price tag
Neither bought nor sold

Whatever souls are made of
They're not chiffon nor lace
They're not helmet or khaki green
They have no mortal face
And when they leave the body
They're gone without a trace

Is the soul emotion?
Mind, or so it seems?
Is it something like a vapor?
Something like a steam?
Is there a place called heaven...
Or is it all a dream?

So many opinions
So many thoughts to weave
Here is my opinion
Here's what I believe...

If they have a presence
They're a hand within a glove
They can touch and hear and feel
Need nobody to dub
They can fly on wings of ravens
Or are as gentle as a dove
They are made to search for God

They're made just search for love.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2016
There was a scientist once who believed that the soul could be weighed. He went to Great Lengths to do so. I suppose he did measure a tiny something. But what is the soul made of really? Could it be "God particles"? Is it just mind and emotion that simply doesn't exist outside of the brain? I am told the soul can experience all the senses outside of the body. What is it, then?
I would love your feedback. What do you think? :)

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Jul 2016 · 919
Whack-A-Mole :/
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Life's a game of Whack-A-Mole
You smack those suckers in their hole
Just when you've hit the rodent's head
He pops up somewhere else instead!

Life's a game of Blind-Man's-Bluff
But you can't quit
when you've had enough!
Red bandana 'round your eyes
Hard to tell the truth from lies...

Life's a game of 21
But the dealer's got a gun

Life's a game of Hearts or Spades
From the cradle

to the GRAVE.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/1/2016
Ain't it the TRUTH! :/

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Jul 2016 · 789
deluge
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
shining sheet
satin chiffon scarves
beaded curtain of
aquamarine
and
chrystophase

who knew
beauty could wreak
such chaos?

overturned dumpsters
blocking the road
and a
matress floating down the street!

sirens shrieking
and cars flooded in roadways

some silly motorists
will be swept away in the washes

MONSOON MADNESS!


but agave bloom's
pale yellow petals
the color of an
old wedding gown
drenched with dew
sparkling
like
diamonds
with
the
parting
curtains

the sun cannot be

restrained


N
I                    B
A                                  O
R                                            W



Soul­Survivor
(C) 7/1/2016
We just had an incredible rainstorm!
All of what I said above really happened!
It was the hardest rain we've had in years. The June rainfall was the highest it's been for 50 years! The second highest since 1932.

I PRAYED TO GOD DURING
OUR HEAT WAVE FOR RAIN!!!

WOW!! DID HE DELIVER!!!

I took a picture of the Agave flower.
It is now my site photograph.

And the double rainbow!
Jun 2016 · 1.8k
Believers...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
... don't pray for things possible.

Pray for impossible things!


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/30/2016
How could a woman with strep throat, double pneumonia, and severe infection in her bronkaids be completely healed in a day and a half? Her doctors were completely baffled. She had been on every antibiotic known to man. But she was pronounced completely cured. It has been chronicled by the doctors involved as a bona fide miracle.

How could a man who's a hardened criminal, murderer of 3 people, an unrepentant drug dealer and member of the Devils Diciples motorcycle gang turn from this lifestyle and leave the city he'd lived in all his life (overnight) for a new life as a Christian?

How could a woman who had battled severe depression all her life find true joy & happiness in Christ... OVERNIGHT?

I invite all non-believers to explain these things away. I witnessed these Miracles personally. Because I was the one who prayed. I have never prayed for the possible. Because I know the God I serve wants prayer for the impossible. I did not tell you of these things to glorify myself. I am less than nothing. A drug addict. An alcoholic. Used to lie, cheat, and steal for drugs. I was delivered from all of that... OVERNIGHT. CAN THAT BE EXPLAINED?

If it can, "Lucy, you got some 'splainin to do."

♡ Catherine
Jun 2016 · 1.1k
Xylophone
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
I have a rusty xylophone
A rib cage of dusty bone
I play on it all alone
Waiting by the telephone

I play on it with an art
I play on it like I'm smart
I play till it's torn apart

Maybe then I'll find my heart.
Inspired by Papaya's "Iron Cage Birdhouse"
Jun 2016 · 438
bowl
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
~~<♡>~~

my heart is a bowl of light
filling these long years
shining through the
darkest night
spilling


crystal


TEARS



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/30/2016
I want to bring light to this site.
I know I haven't been reading that much but I am on the site message system with a lot of people. I take my responsibilities very seriously. And one of those is to encourage people as much as possible. Encouragement is one of my spiritual gifts. If anyone ever wants to contact me via the site message system I would be very happy to respond. I know this site is to read other poets and to comment at cetera. But it is also my mission field. If I find someone who needs help or need someone to bolster them and they are going through a rough spot I'm always going to be there for them.  I have had many people contact me due to my writing. I have been through a lot in my life. And I have received a lot of help from others. Now it is my Joy to pay it forward.

I will read it soon as I can!

♡ Catherine
Jun 2016 · 1.3k
You Can Talk to Me
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
When you're down and feeling scared
You can talk to Me
Of this life you weren't prepared
You can talk to Me
You feel your pain cannot be shared
You can talk to Me
You cried out and no one cared
You can talk to Me

A husband who has lost his wife
You can talk to Me
The searing pain cuts like a knife
You can talk to Me
There is naught but pain and strife
You can talk to Me
No owners manual for this life
You can talk to Me

You don't know what you can do
You can talk to Me
Your body beaten black and blue
You can talk to Me
Of real friends you've only few
You can talk to Me
Of rememberance only rue
You can talk to Me

If you're tired of your rut
You can talk to Me
All the doors are locked and shut
You can talk to Me
When life has literally kicked your ****
You can talk to Me


Talk to Me
'Bout anything
Talk to Me
Comfort I bring

Talk to Me
I'll always be
Talk to Me
I'll set you free

You can LIVE ETERNALLY!

You can talk to Me
You can talk to Me
You can talk to Me



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/29/2016
Yes I used the four letter word... ****.
Joyce Meyer used to it when she said,
"Get off your "but(t)s"!

Jesus is there for you, dear friend.
He always has a listening ear.
He's always there. He never sleeps.
Talk to Him!

I'm there too if you ever need me. I've been on the low with several people. That's why I have not been reading. People need to know there is actually somebody out there who cares. Since I am Jesus disciple, which means I am his emissary & diplomat, and I pray for people here too, I would very much like to know your cares and burdens. I do read about them too. And I pray for your needs. But I would also like to talk to you via your messages on the system here. I have gotten to know many individuals on this site. I've even given out my phone number in the past. Very discerningly of course. But I have.

I love you all very much

♡ Catherine
Jun 2016 · 1.1k
I Welcome You to Hell
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
I am a dear "friend" of yours
Yes, you know me well
If you know my name or not
Only time will tell.

There's a rave that's going on
A place that I have found
Kids! You need to go there!
Tho it's 6 feet underground...

All dressed up? Ready to go?
I tell you... it's a blast!
You won't know it's a furnace
And the pain will always last.......

There's party treats for everyone!
Maggots are just grand!
There's no food or water
But there's a Mega Band!

Come! We're getting closer!
And I have a hunch
That you won't mind the sulfur
No, you won't mind the stench

What's that noise, you ask me?
Oh... it's not what it seems!
Those are the amped-up guitars
NOT a-g-o-n-i-z-e-d screeeeams!


Don't mind the cuts & scratches
Don't mind all the flies
Don't mind that I am uglier
I'm losing my disguise...

Oh, are you uncomfortable?
Is it getting HOT in here?
Well, sorry, there ain't any punch
Much less any beer...

Yes, it IS most very DARK
It's very black and dank
Are you having trouble breathing?
Is the odor getting rank?

Ah! Now you see the lava
Is leaving your desire?
Sorry, your ticket was one-way
To the burning lake of fire...

Yes, regret's your portion
For your soul you did sell
You'll be here e--t--e--r--n--a--l--l--y

I Welcome You to Hell.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/28/2016
The devil is "glamorous". God is "boring".

Some say there's a party in hell.
Do you really want to test that theory?

If I come across as harsh in this or any of my other poetry, it's not because I DON'T CARE.  IT'S BECAUSE I DO!

I'm grieving ENORMOUSLY! I'M CRYING!

I don't hate YOU... I HATE THE DEVIL!
WITH A  P-A-S-S-I-O-N!!!

I want to destroy his works. And one of those works is his deception. There are actually a lot of people who believe there's a party in hell. Or that they will live forever in their current bodies and never experience it. Or that there is no hell.

THERE IS AN ACTUAL PLACE CALLED HELL! I cry like a baby when I hear about people who believed the above. Who believe there are many lifetimes if you don't get it "right" the first time.

SO MUCH D-E-C-E-P-T-I-O-N!!!
DON'T FALL FOR IT. YOU WILL GO!
I DON'T WANT THAT ANY MORE
THAN YOU DO!

Say this prayer...

Father God. Please forgive me for my disobedience and rebelliousness. I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my heart! I want to change! Forgive me my trespasses. I forgive all those who have hurt me.

Lord Jesus. I know that you died on the cross for my sins. That you rose on the third day. That your blood can purify me and to make me acceptable in the eyes of Father God. I accept your gift of salvation. Please come into my heart. Change Me From the Inside Out!
As it says in your word...

" for he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his stripes we are healed." Isaiah 53:5

Come Holy Spirit and fill me from head to toe. Teach me. Comfort me. Guide me.

I believe the Trinity is real. I believe I am now a child of God. Hallelujah!

In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth I pray. AMEN.

Say that prayer out loud with your whole heart! Your destiny could be changed

Forever!

♡ Catherine


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Jun 2016 · 1.0k
No Greater Love
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends"
John 15:13 NIV


My last post is controversial
It doesn't make much sense
To those who don't believe
Those following the flesh

I may have just committed
Poetic suicide
I will not run from battle
I will not try to hide.

Jesus didn't come to Earth
For comfort and for ease
He knew he would be martyred
To cure sin's foul disease

Those who would condemn me
Will use and twist the Word
But Jesus didn't come for PEACE
He came to bring a SWORD

I expected backlash. I expected pain.
I expect more of it.
My last posting will remain.

I wrote because I love you.
I wrote because I care.
I'm sick & tired of DECEPTION
And people in despair.

People hurt & cutting
People's screaming cries
Who believe in evil's beauty
Who believe in pretty LIES!

Folks will say I'm hating
Folks will say that you are too
So buckle up your seat belts
The choice is up to you.

Sides are being taken.
Lines are being drawn
I guess it's up to you now...

Which side are you on?


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/27/2016
If you were a doctor would the cure for cancer and withheld it from your patients would you be considered a hero?

There is so much I need to say on this site. And it is time for me to speak up. There's not much time left.

This site is my mission field. I can reach more people in a short amount of time than most missionaries. They can only go to one town. If the Lord permits they can spread the gospel to many people in a certain area of the world. I can reach people all over the world. I will do this. I will not shrink back because I'm unpopular. I'm here to fill Jesus's shoes. It's going to be impossible without the Holy Spirit's help. My fleshly man did not write my last post. I absolutely did not want to do it. But I do as the Spirit leads.

I will say nothing hateful about my detractors. They are only doing what they feel is right by their own lights. I used to believe as they do. I believed shamanism and in sweat lodges. I even owned many fetishes. Coyotes. Eagles. Even Turtles. I believe that the Native American people are very great. But also very deceived. They put the emphasis on the creation rather than the Creator. Totem animals. SPIRIT GUIDES. I know this because I studied the various Native American shamanistic faiths. I sold Native American art.

I had a horrible spiritual experience. And part of it was brought about due to these beliefs. I don't want to go into the details as it is too painful. But I have been silent long enough. I can no longer stand by and watch people destroying themselves. If I do so their blood is on my hands.

I'll be the first one to say that I'm not perfect. I am not lording my spiritual superiority over anyone. I have made many mistakes in my love walk. I have lied about a suicide attempt. I've had more than one poet name. I did NOT, however, spread vile spam all over my last poetry site. That would be poetfreak. I'm sure you will hear all about me from some of those folks. I have only one thing to say about that. The only way they could have known what I was doing is if I had told them myself. Which I did. I could not in good conscience stay silent. And I tried to make amends to the poets at poetfreak. I wrote no less than forty poems specifically penned for the poets on that site. This fact is conveniently forgotten. I tried to make my amends. But some folks don't seem to want to give up their prejudices.

Well. My neck is out now. I will be posting exposing other lies of the devil. Condemn me if you will. But I'm not going to stop doing this. There's too much at stake. And too little TIME.

Love you all.

Catherine Jarvis

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Jun 2016 · 1.6k
The Beautiful Face of EVIL
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Lovely elves and charming witches
Wizards with great power
Sorcerers and dragons
I've read of these for hours.

Woodland imps and fairies
Their faces may seem pure
But these creatures are spirits
And they are meant to lure

Spirit guides and shamans
Fetishes and feathers
Burning sage and totums
Beating drums together

Werewolves and vampires
Voodoo dolls with porcelain faces
These creatures are monsters!
They have no redeeming graces!

HALLOWEEN IS WICKED!

Yet it is for SALE!
Kids dressed up as GOULIES
And DEVILS WITH A TAIL!

SATAN ISN'T BEAUTIFUL!
The devil  isn't CUTE!
HE'S HERE TO DESTROY US!
Yet we dress KIDS in his SUIT!


Yes, they are romanticized
The source of tons of ink
I've even written of them
A fact from which I shrink!

I repent of doing this
And as popular as they are
I will now delete them
I will no longer share.

I will not praise this "beauty"
Or perpetrate a lie
I've had some trouble reading
Now I know the reason why

These deceptions grieve The Spirit
My holy heart. My SOURCE.
These ideas are of evil
I will not endorse.

I could have done so quietly
Never made a show
But you need to read this
You really need to know!

I may seem a fool for writing this
You won't like this share
But if I'm now unpopular
I DON'T REALLY CARE.

And, Christians, be ye HOLY!
Think on something nice!
Think on God the Father

And The Lord Jesus Christ!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/27/2016
I am the Survivor of a terrible spiritual experience. It was brought on by my belief in Spirit guides of sorts. I almost didn't get out of it alive. I am sorry if this seems a little harsh. The only reason that I posted this is because I am very concerned for this community. It is meant out of love and not some judgmental sense of self-righteous superiority. I've been there. I know what I'm saying is true. Please believe me!

If you write about these things I cannot "like" them. I cannot and I will not apologize for it. I have to stand up as a Believer. AND YOU FOLKS NEED TO KNOW.

I LOVE YOU!

♡ Catherine
Jun 2016 · 649
~~<♡ unconditional ♡>~~
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
there are some out there
who have never felt

~~< truly loved >~~

i know that i feel like
that at times

i feel like a motherless child

unloved
unappreciated
unhappy

---[ needy ]---

if you feel this way
please know that i can
RELATE

that's why it is my
constant prayer
that i can

===《love unconditionally》===

no matter who it is
or how i've been
treated in the past

"love thy enemy"

if you love your friends only
how can that help the world?
****** and Stalin
probably did the same

i had a realization long ago
(after accepting Christ in my heart)

we have a hairbreadth of time
on this earth
you never really know a person's history
how they've been hurt

~~< perhaps they hurt just like you >~~

they may be bitter
cynical
vengeful
wrathful

LASHING OUT

have you ever felt that way before?
perhaps you can control your
emotions more successfully

maybe they feel UNLOVED and can't handle it

maybe
just maybe
they have a

TERRIBLE ETERNAL DESTINY!

don't you think they need some

~~< love & compassion >~~

TOO?


♡ Catherine ♡
Jun 2016 · 1.7k
What God Is / Is NOT
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
God is very generous
He gives to those who seek
He resists the proud & arrogant
And undergirds the meek
He puts to shame the strong of mind
Gives wisdom to the weak

God is very merciful
He helps the poor & lowly
But He is not like Santa Claus
He will give, but slowly
He will not prosper greediness
For God is pure & holy

God is very fair & just
He protects downtrodden
He will not help the vengeful man
Who wants to **** and plots them
He will repay the evil one
For wickedness he's brought them!

God is of a lowly heart
He came to earth a slave
To His Father's every wish
To be murdered by the knave
Innocent of everything
They put Him in the grave

God is Truth & Righteousness
He won't bend to our whim
He won't wink his eyes for wickedness
Or rubber-stamp our sin
He helps those who want to change
And give them strength to win

For God is strong and mighty
He's not for the high-born
Three lepers ran off multitudes
He defeats who He has sworn
He gave David polished stones
To slay the Philistine

God  is patiently in love
With those of slower pace
He lets them fall, then picks them up
He does not turn His face
Does not regard color or creed
Adores the human race
He suffered the crown of THORNS
He came to share His Grace

God is the total Ruler
The holy angels sing
Around His throne and scepter
On their glorious wings
He's due praise & honor

For HE is our KING!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/24/2016
I can't say enough about our God. Father El Elyon. Son Yeshua, Jesus Christ. The Water of Life, the Holy Spirit. The Three are One!

There are many great mysteries about God. His thoughts are not our thoughts. His ways are not our ways. DO NOT JUDGE GOD! You have no way to do so with a three and a half pound fallen brain! He is so far beyond anything we can possibly imagine. And for those who love Him He will give Destiny such as never before seen, heard, or conceived by anybody on this planet. We are in a testing ground. Sides are being taken and lines are being drawn. Which side will you be on?

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Jun 2016 · 2.1k
Driftwood
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
A carpenter found driftwood
From a wreck upon the sea
He looked at it with interest
What kind would it be?

He found that it was oaken
Mighty, strong and hale
But it had been broken
By tempest and by gale

He was building houses
From such sturdy oak
So he took the driftwood
Upon it for to work

He carved with sharpened chisels
He began to sand
He had red, raw cuts of pain
And splinters in his hands

He worked with it patiently
Imposed on it his will
It will be something wondrous
He's working on it still

He loves that piece of driftwood
He salvaged from the sea
For the Carpenter is Jesus

And that piece of wood is ME


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/23/2016
Jesus has had to work pretty ******* me. I'm still rough around the edges, but I'm being sanded smooth. It is a painful process I assure you. But when I look back to what I was even 3 years ago I'm in awe of what he's done.

Thank you for loving me and all my flaws. I may not be what I should be but I'm better than I used to be by far!
Jun 2016 · 624
neon rose
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
trapped and bent within
glass tubes florescent
red & green - a rose grows
in a window wired to be seen

her petals are like brightened
spark her stem is like
green fire - she glows for
drawing customers
to heighten their desire

she was molded in the heat
from gaseous cloud was born
but she has a haughty heart
she has hidden thorns

she's a gypsy in the darkness
because the store is closed
she's a peddler of glass diamonds
false ruby - neon rose



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/23/2016
There's a tattoo shop in Tucson
that has a neon rose in the window
I thought of it when I wrote this poem
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Eulogize ripped tears
Hazardous sight, from eyes of night
Fallen creatures they shun the light.
Catastrophic wailing
Cacophonous they weep
Pounding fists upon my eyes
Curtailing chance of sleep
Piercing me with sorrows
Flailing by the moon
They grow upon hate
It won't abate
It will not leave me soon

It would have me trembling
In agony of distress
But I won't let it bully me...

I WILL GET MY REST!!!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/21/2016
I'm putting on praise music.
The enemy fights but HE WON'T WIN.

Going to bed now. G'night.
Jun 2016 · 1.8k
dusk bird
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
you take
refuge in your flight

on your pinions
you gracefully
adorn the
smudged
sky

while i?
i lie tethering
my ankles to the

ground


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/21/2016
I wish I could get out of this funk. I'm My Own Worst Enemy quite often. I believe self-pity to be the greatest hindrance to spirituality there is.

^¡^
Jun 2016 · 719
The Straw
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
The straw to bring a horrid fate
The last straw to be drawn
I always get the short one
It seems all hope is gone

The straw that broke the camel's back
The burdens are so great
It seems my weary struggling
Has no way to abate

Like a drowning woman
I grasp at straws that float
It seems that there's no liferaft
Let alone a boat

But as I reach for the flimsy reed
Of Faith on which to stand
Just as I'm about to sink
I'm holding a strong hand

The straw I thought so weak & frail
As it first appeared
Was the Hand of Jesus Christ

My Savior & my LORD


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/21/2016
I'm not going to let circumstances
Get the better of me.

I'm back on site.
Jun 2016 · 805
117°
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
/\
< @ >
\/

too hot to read much
now is the time to put a
fan beside my bed and
learn a new word

ESTIVATE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/19/2016
Estivate: to go into a state of
inactivity or torpor
during very hot
or dry periods

There's no A/C where I live.
Time for a siesta!
Jun 2016 · 497
God The Father
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Neither male nor female but Spirit. Referred to as He so that our puny 3 1/2 pound brains could understand that He is the Author of all things.

When asked Who He was, He simply said,

"I AM."

He is unlike anything we could possibly comprehend. Unlike our Earthly fathers, He will never leave you nor forsake you.
He loves and forgives unconditionally. He puts our misdeeds (no matter how heinous) in the deepest sea of forgetfulness. He is slow to anger and plenteous in Mercy. Even though we had forsaken Him, and all He had to offer us, He will run to us, hug us, and throw a feast for us when we return to Him!

He reads to us, and sings over us.

He gave us the Greatest Gift of all.
His own Son.
The Lord Jesus Christ.
Who died for us that we would not taste death. He was separated from His Father for a time  (on the cross as He took on our sins) that we would be joined with Him eternally.

God the Father.
My Father.


Your Father.


Let's honor Him today!
I meant to make this piece longer, but my phone is heating up and I need to give it a rest. I might come back to edit it later...
Jun 2016 · 3.6k
aloes
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
graceful
as the orient
but yet
a western plant
aloes
are
indigenous
to the desert's
rock and sand

delicate
white flowers
or
bold red
on slender stems
the flaming
torches
burning
bring
hummingbirds
to them

from the tiny
Aloe Pepe
to the mighty
Century
those plants
upon a hillside
are there
for all
to
see

there's the wierd
Octopus Aloe
small leafy plants appeal
one type of
Aloaceae
has a pulp which
soothes
and
heals

in my father's
cactus garden
he has
all types to show
please sit in my
Sanctuary
where
the
lovely

aloes grow


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/19/2016
Here's another post for my dad
He loves cacti and succulents

Most know the aloe vera
We have some growing in our backyard


Happy Father's Day!
Jun 2016 · 569
butterfly under the waves
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
dance delight
damp dulcet wings
wild and winsome
wet waves will
sing

strong and supple
sounds of sea spake
colors to capture
and scintillate

chrystophase caterpillar
cocoons create
submerged capsules
metamorphosis
fate

butterfly swimming
breasting the sea
metaphor muse

come swimming to

ME



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/18/2016
Jun 2016 · 564
Dedicated Dad
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Thanks goes to my father
Without him we'd be lost
He gave his life to all of us
A family came with cost

When I was but two years old
He went to MIT
But he had to leave that school
My mom was sick, you see

He had to work much harder
For everything we owned
He saved and scraped and gave himself
So we could have a home

When he was but a little boy
He had to walk to school
During Vermont winters
Which were harsh and cruel

He was tested for IQ
When he was in 8th grade
His scores were highest in the state
So building blocks were laid

For his education
Was paramount to him
He walked twelve miles to high school
Through snow and sleet and rain

He was radar technician
During WWII
He was in Okinawa
A sailor tried-and-true

So our education
He worked for night and day
We all went to private schools
Because he got good pay

We never knew how hard he worked
He rose at 5 a.m.
That we'd have food and shelter
And could be schooled for gain

Both my parents read to us
And gave us the Great Books
We were raised on Dickens
Chaucer and the like

He gave us piano lessons
We knew Beethoven and Bach
Mozart and Vivaldi
And he taught us how to talk

All of my abilities
I owe to that man
And of course my dear Mother
Who schooled us through great pain

So here's to some great parents
Married still it seems
Over 60 years together
I owe to them my genes

I just want to thank them
My dear old dad this day
You worked so hard to school us
So we could find a way

I love you Clinton Jarvis
You made me strong and bold
A dedicated father

At 91 years old!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/18/2016
My father is the strongest person I know. He went through things during the Great Depression that would daunt most adults. But he went through them with such grace and poise. He is a stoic. He never complains of the pain he's in. He's completely deaf and now his eyesight is going. But he's still strong mentally. And reads voraciously. I owe my poetic abilities and indeed my life to him. Thanks Dad!
Jun 2016 · 900
derelict temple
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
you stand in line
for liquid bread
with your thin dime

newspaper matress
you lick your lips
a cardboard box
will.be your crypt

sad
forsaken
so forlorn
your façade is *****
tattered
worn

the gold was stolen
from your vaults
passersby see only faults

the picket fence
around your heath
is as broken
as your teeth

the many choices
you have made
have sunk you to
an early grave

you're self-abusive
destruction bent

your temple is a

TENEMENT
**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/17/2016
You can lend people a hand.
But they have to want to take it.
Jun 2016 · 317
eyes
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
^  ^

closed in sleep
sleep brings dreams
dreams open the

eyes

<•>  <•>

[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/17/2016
Jun 2016 · 840
my tears
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
will
be
kept

yes

every
one
wept

throughout
all
my
trials

they­'re
stored
in
gold
vials

when
I
get
to
heaven

seven
trillion
an­d
seven

flasks
I
will
find

my
tears
will
unwind

they
will
be
f­ound

to
be
as
a

☆☆☆☆☆
\/\/\/\/\/\/
crown


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/16/2016
I didn't have a good day today.
The transportation to my graduation
got fouled up. I was unable to go.
My family weren't able to go either.

Life is dealing me a bad hand right now.
But I'm not going to let it get me down.
I'm going to talk to some folks.
I'm going to try to get on the site tonight too. It will help me get my mind off my troubles.

I know all this is transitory.
GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!
Jun 2016 · 1.0k
Desert Rose
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Adenium Obesum
Known as Desert Rose
also known as
Fat Plant
Gazelle Lily
in common prose

She is a dry land beauty
waxy leaf and trumpet flower
a lovely pink magenta
she needs gentle
desert showers

Her stem is whitish
bare of leaf
she won't thrive in a vase
her root is like a tuber
she's got an
obese base!

Her exquisite blooms
are very large
and though they have no scent
they cover all
The Desert Rose

she is heaven sent!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/15/2016
My father has one of these Desert Rose plants on our front porch. The base is very funny looking and it's like a boojum tree. But the blooms and the leaves are exquisite! I enjoy it very much when I sit out in My Sanctuary. The front porch is where I go to pray.

This is my last day for my formal Camp Wellness classes. Tomorrow is my graduation! I will be doing an open mic tonight... and I have to practice! I won't be on site today obviously. But after this graduation I will be able to read a lot more.

I LOVE AND PRAY FOR YOU ALL!

-
Jun 2016 · 940
Peace Be With You
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Whenever you have trials
And trouble leaves so slow
A cloud seems to follow wherever you go
Remember that Jesus,
the friend of your heart
says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you
Peace be with you

Whenever you have hardship
You are in such pain
Jesus will sing you this lovely refrain
Remember that Jesus
The friend of your heart
Says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you
Peace be with you

He is The Almighty
Yet He is your best friend
He'll be right there with you
Right up to the end!
Remember that Jesus
Your Savior and your Love
Says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you

Peace be with you


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/12/2011
I'm going to my wellness camp this morning... So I will not be on site for a few hours. But I wish you all peace... The peace that passes all understanding. The peace that only comes through the spirit. Let's try to put aside our differences today and just be peaceful in our souls. Therein lies happiness!

♡ Catherine

-
Jun 2016 · 2.7k
Happy Camper!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
I'll agree!
But I'm not camping 'neath a tree
I'm getting fit... I'm getting free
From habits that were hurting me
Now my weight loss all can see!

I'm not hiking through the woods
But i work out... it does me good!
I now cook nutritious food!
The labels are now understood!

I'm never tired. Never bored...
The future has so much in store!
I'm learning mindfulness and more
I was put here by the Lord

And now my life has been restored!


:D Catherine
It is my last week at Camp Wellness... a 9 week Fitness and Nutrition Learning Center. They have really helped me to get to know myself and some of the self-defeating habits I had gotten myself into. I have lost 10 pounds and feel wonderful!

I want to thank you all for bearing with me during this time that I haven't been able to read that much. You have been so faithful to read me and repost and comment...

I APPRECIATE YOU! ♡

Unfortunately I must go off site again now... more chores to be done... It never ends!

-
Jun 2016 · 1.2k
Bright Eyes [Palindrome]
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
~~~

eyes bright misty in love
i have seen - fluidity in
blue and grey
and green
colors
green and
grey and blue
in fluidity - seen have i
love in misty bright eyes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/12/2016
A palindrome can be read backwards and forwards from center.
Enjoy!
Jun 2016 · 447
balancing act
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
_ (( _
          ☆

half moon balances on
a telephone wire

a golden bowl tipped, spilling

a

single


star



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/11/2016
This is exactly the view before me. The half moon is the golden bowl tipped
spilling out this star.

BEAUTIFUL!

Time for me to go to bed. I have church tomorrow.
Jun 2016 · 2.0k
The Sower and the Seed
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
A farmer went to plant a crop
In his ready field
He threw it through and through the land
Preparing for his yield.

Some of his seed fell impotent
Upon a hardened ground
This seed was taken up by birds
Who quickly flew around.

Some seed fell on shallow soil
And sprouted quickly there
But there was no room for roots to grow
So the heat took up that share.

Some it fell in fertile loam
But there was other seed
As it grew it was choked out
By briars and by weeds.

Some of this land, however
Was harrowed quick and sure
The seed fell deep within it
And so the crop endured.

We all know this parable
That Jesus gave the crowd
They did not understand it
For they were not allowed.

But his stalwart followers
Asked the meaning of his words
They were of his kingdom
So this is what they heard...

The trodden soil was as a hardened heart
Which could not accept the Truth
And so it was devoured
By Satan. Foul. Uncouth.

This second soil was spurious
A sprinkling of dirt
Upon a rocky soil beneath
And so their Faith was hurt.

The Third had fatal mixture
Of good seed and of bad
The weeds were a distraction
And so the fruit was sad.

The final ground was fertile
Tilled by God's own hand
So 30... 60... 100 fold
Was the Harvest of that land.

The Word of God is like this Seed
It has much to offer
The Holy Spirit is its Wind

And Jesus Christ its Author.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/11/2016
I was meditating on this scripture today.
It was sent to me by a dear sister in Christ who is on the site. It held much significance to me. I have a few weeds it need to be pulled! Lol!

I will be reading tonight so bear with me. The hurrier I go the behinder I get! XD
Jun 2016 · 1.8k
nightbird
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
-

in the darkness far away
chirping songs endlessly play
a nightbird mourns the passing day

with every note his passion bleeds
he's long forgotten what he needs
his mate is dressed in widow's weeds

their sun exploded on the hills
to become a billion stars at will
the summer's heat now winter's chill

how can you sing, O wretched bird?
the sun has died - haven't you heard?

it gave it's ghost without a word


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/11/2016
I know this is a rather sad sounding poem but I'm actually in a good mood.
It rained earlier this evening. I'm sitting outside enjoying the cool air. It's getting really late now. Guess it's time for bed.
Jun 2016 · 1.6k
weighty matters
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
they say
that you are lazy
a glutton and a fool
no matter how you slice the roast
people can be cruel

I have a weight problem            
have had all my life            
on the yo-yo string of failure            
folks, words cut like a knife            


perhaps you saw my avatar
I was slender as can be
but now my weight is up again
and I cannot be me

unless I show my picture                
as I am right now                
I want you to see me                
I want you to know                

I'm as pretty now my friends
as I've ever been
my weight is not an issue
and it's not due to sin

I was on some heavy meds                
Haldol and Xyprexa                
so I'm a little overweight                
I have a little extra                
              
so check out my avatar
check it out and see
I may be a "weighty matter"

but I'm still the same ol' ME!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/9/2016
I was put on some pretty heavy medication because of my status as a targeted individual. I had a run-in with the "Church" of Scientology. They did everything in their power to destroy my life. I am not bitter about this. My experience helped me in some respects. But the psychiatrists were very irresponsible. They put me on Xyprexa when I weighed 280 pounds.
That medication is known to promote weight gain. I ballooned up to 360 pounds.
They left me on that med for over a year. I'm not saying that I'm not totally responsible for my condition though. I should have contested these decisions the doctors made. But basically I'd given up. Because I never needed these meds I had every side effect in the book. And one of the side effects for a lot of these medications is weight gain.

I'm not letting it get me down. I'm going to a wellness camp and exercising daily. As much as I can with Stage four arthritis in both knees. The weight gain did that to me  too. My attitude is good. I just need to have prayer that I can forgive these doctors and the people who started this ball rolling in the first place. Before all this happened 20 years ago I had lost 140 pounds to be as thin as I was in the avatar that you saw on my profile a while back.

I will try to read later today. It seems every time I start reading something comes up. So be patient with me please! I do care about you all and I want to read you. Not just because I want "likes" or reads. I just love poetry!
Jun 2016 · 497
time in a bell jar
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
the old man
held time in a
bell jar

it moved
neither forward
nor back

nothing, in fact, moved at all

the clocks had all stopped
on the three-quarter hour
before the third hour
of the morning
the tumbler
full of
sand
a
plug
which
would never
be opened again
in a life riddled with
the devastation wrought
by the brute force of time

so the old man
stopped its passage

he had, in fact
created a time machine

not one second escapes


DEATH


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/9/2016
Kinda grim for this hour of the morning
But i didn't want this one to escape!

I will be going to my wellness camp soon.
Have a great day everyone!
Jun 2016 · 1.3k
a poet i never read
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
a poet i did not know
i sail through life blithely
mouthing prayers
but do i show
the love of God Or do i
forget it as i go

a poet i did not read
a poet who passed on
joining the ranks in heaven
yes, that mighty throng
does he look down
and smile on us
now that he is gone?

a poet i did not read
a poet who knew Christ
perhaps better than myself
when cut comes to slice
perhaps now i'll
know meaning
i'll take my
own advice

the advice i give my family
the advice i give my friends
you never know the poem

until

the

poem

ends



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/8/2016
R.I.P.
Chris G Valliencourt

please read
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653116/poem
/when-you-die-it-will-be-your-dreams-that-
are-remembered/

Please. Let's love each other.
Put aside our differences today
in honor of Chris.

I think he would like that.


I will be off site today for a while.
I'm going back to my wellness camp.
Jun 2016 · 541
quarry pond
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
subconscious thoughts ~ dark and deep
as a quarry pond at midnight ~~~~~~~~
~~~~~moon eclipsed ~ stars burnt out ~
supernovas that were an event horizon
eons ago ~~~~~ trepidatious footsteps ~~
they echo dankly as pebbles fall into
oblivion ~~~ no ripples ~~~~
~~~ water like molasses ~~~
consuming them utterly
far far far far under
the surface lie
the entities
which
need
no

light*

this

way

there

be
-

MONSTERS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/7/2016


~~~


have

you

ever

had

a

dream

that

haunted

you

?
Jun 2016 · 1.5k
The Wizards of the Id
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
-
we live and die
within a box
with data
at all angles
in an age
where innocence
is compacted
to rectangles

here we see
the wizardry
of Bill Gates in
his valley
the children with
their pinwheel eyes
texting Steve or Sally

around the house
the computer mouse
enthralls another tyke
instantly their Facebook
has another "like"

blood and gore
are commonplace
the victims have no names
what the heck
do you expect?
it is all a
game

they will thus
ENTRAP YOU
you'll do as they bid
for your pleasure
I'll announce

The Wizards of the Id


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
Do all these gadgets make children smarter? I ask you. They can't communicate with each other without the use of some rectangular device. And they're meaner to each other than they ever were. Cyber bullying is at an all-time high. Wake up and smell the coffee. These are our future leaders.

Inspired by Thomas P Owens Sr

-
Jun 2016 · 324
Putting on the G(love)s
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
I was, of late, the punching bag
Of a poet remiss
This does not make me blue or sad
It doesn't end my bliss

I will simply state the truth
I do not know it all
I will admit my spiritual youth
This will not make me fall

Jesus loved the little child
He put forth His Hand
He loved his meekness, so was mild
He wants us to understand

By our brains we are undone
By worldly thought diseased
That His Kingdom, when it comes
Is made for such as these

I think on things with childlike faith
I admit to this "shortcoming"
I won't have the "minded's" grace
But i won't be running

I'll face this fight with open arms
With armor from above
I won't faint or be alarmed
I'll put on my g(love)s

You think you know the mysteries
With a three pound fallen brain?
Just look up some history
That shouldn't be a strain

Do you know everything? Don't lie.
The devil has his tools
Other men thought themselves wise
But they were really fools.

ABOVE ALL... DO NOT JUDGE GOD!!!
If you don't believe YOU DO.
When you are lost, don't find it odd

THE ONE TO BLAME IS YOU.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
Being a target for Christ's sake is JOY! BUT DETRACTORS BEWARE. When you punch ME you punch CHRIST. 'Nuf said.
Jun 2016 · 506
Curtain Call?
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
[12W]

no man/woman can
can peek out from behind
the

FINAL CURTAIN


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
Sad but true.
Jun 2016 · 443
Islands of Remembrance
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
-

in    
my mind        
I soar in flight    
to the islands                
of the light          
in between is      
blackest night                
my heart's eyes                      
have second sight              
on I fly in
mem'rys
kite

                islands
                        emerge
                             from numdness' mist
                                   there flowers spring
                                  remembered bliss
                       perfumed air
             a lover's kiss
out of an ocean
dark bruising fist
there lies the
Scylla
and

Charybdis                


                          the
                                seas are
               stormy
charcoal
black
                suffering
and
           hunger's
lack

but within                          
the sparkling isles!                    
treasures                  
for a little      
child...

a mother
with her little girl
takes her to
             another world
                 through reading stories
                                  thus
                           unfurled

a
time of        
triumph.      
awards at school      
breezes blowing
               soft and cool

thru
time  
the sands of
beaches sift
a race is won
                your feet
            are swift
these memories
are such        

a                  

gift          


               on such
           a beach
         my feet touch down
Christmas' sights
and laughter's
            sounds
                           I am safely

                on

      the


ground



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
I intended the format to look like some Islands. I think I succeeded.

I try to remember the happy times in my life. They are great holes in my memory though. And memories that I would rather put behind me. Through Jesus Christ that's what I do. I try to live a life of peace and forgiveness.

Hope you all are having a great day!
I am feeling better and I thank you for your prayers!

-
Jun 2016 · 909
Heat
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Morning ushers in Del Sol
Of him we have no derth
He hammers like a demi-God
Vulcan o'r the earth

It's 9:16 already
And it will not be long
Before the mighty blacksmith
Holds the world in his tongs

He puts the desert over fire
'Til it's a white-hot sheet
Then the pounding is in earnest
It scorches in the heat!

Vulcan lived under the earth
But the hills, twisting, have spun
He now sails the skies above
The omni-potent

SUN!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/4/2016
They predict it's going to go up to 112 degrees today in Tucson Arizona. I don't know about anybody else but I'm staying inside! :/
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
As sure as David wrote some Psalms
As sure as babies have to yawn
As sure as sunlight keeps us warm
You are my rainbow in the storm!

As sure as stars shed twinkling light
As sure as day follows the night
As sure as wrong opposes right
You've given me the strength to fight!

As sure as leaves fall down from trees
As sure as skies are blue as seas
As sure as Jesus set us free
You'll always have a friend in me!


As sure as flowers bloom in Spring
As sure as angels have to sing
As sure as Jesus is the King
You have given my soul wings!

As sure as reeds bow down and bend
As sure as Tempests have to end
As sure as Trails wind and wend
You'll always have a Praying friend!

As sure as leaves fall down from trees
As sure as Saints pray on their knees
As sure as Jesus set us free
You'll always have a friend in me.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/23/2016
I sent this poem to Daystar television network. They've always been very faithful to pray for me. But it could apply just as easily to Hello Poetry! You really are a wonderful group of people! Thank you!
Jun 2016 · 1.1k
Stepping Out
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
[15W]

It takes an
overcomer
to take that
third step
forward
after taking
two steps back!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/3/2016
I haven't been on site much lately. I have an infection which is affecting my lower back. My goodness... If it's not one thing it's another! But I continue to move forward. Remember it's the turtle that won the race!
Jun 2016 · 761
When Wild Things Draw Near
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Sitting on my porch in the early morning
An Inca dove flew to a ledge where
A succulent had just been watered.
She sipped from the edge of the ***,
Cocking an eye at me occasionally.
After she'd had her fill, she didn't fly away,
But looked at me with curiosity.
What a cumbersome ugly creature she probably thought... large. Pale. Bound to the ground like a stone...

But why do we antromorphize the thoughts of wild things? Who knows their
Minds? Only God.

But I like to think that I had a connection with that Inca dove. She didn't fly away for a long time. But peered at me with such a lively interest. She wasn't even afraid as I got up to go back inside. Brave and beautiful are the untamed. Many would say God gave me a chance to look at her.
I'd say God gave her a chance to look at me.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/2/2016
May 2016 · 1.9k
Sawbones
SøułSurvivør May 2016
Poets, like doctors, know the anatomy of suffering... tearing the paper with rusty carving knives...

We see scarlet scratches and eggplant colored bruises on every square inch of foolscap... we open scars with words... stainless steel scalpels which we never sanitize...

We perform open heart surgery with blunt instruments... We cauterize the wounds with coals of Fire...

We are civil war sawbones, removing the gangrenous leg to save the body... Carrying out our task with whiskey bottle anaesthesia.

So have a care... The Doctor Is In.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/30/2016
Inspired by Dawn and her poem
"Ink-Stained Glass"
May 2016 · 2.0k
Sing a New Song
SøułSurvivør May 2016
I arise in the morning
to a soft gentle dawn
All to worship and praise You
and to sing a new song
The leaves lightly play
in the soft summer breeze
And the birds are awaking
in Your beautiful trees

All creation is stirring,
and the darkness has passed
I gaze up at the sky so blue and so vast
I gaze up in wonder
at Your pink rolling hills
And I feel Your presence
and ask for Your will

The sun rises up in the palm of Your hand
And the light chases darkness
from the face of the land
I look 'round in great awe
and ask myself why?
Oh why would You do this
for a wretch such as i?

Clouds scuddle over
the skies where You bid
And the fish in the water
Go beneath and are hid
Vastly great is Your wisdom
so in part do we see...

I'll arise in the morning
You've given to me.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/26/2010
It's a beautiful morning here in Tucson. I love the dawn here in the springtime. The clouds are touched by gentle brushes of lavender, peach and light fuchsia.
The hills here roll like purple waves on a deep pond. As if it's been disturbed by angels.

God is SO good!

I'm going to be very busy this morning. There's a lot of work to be done in the house. I'm sure you know housework is an endless story told by a hausfrau who has a rather sadistic streak... I hate it! But it must be done.

Have a beautiful day! I hope this poem blesses your heart!
May 2016 · 1.2k
LABEL
SøułSurvivør May 2016
[10W]

------------------------------------------------------
|    MAN CANNOT SPEAK TRUTH     |
|WITH A LABEL OVER HIS MOUTH|
-------------------------------------------------------
I wrote a poem earlier today entitled
"The Maker of the Hill"

In this poem I described life is a toboggan ride. I also rode in the footnotes that my family was having trouble financially and despairing of having food for the rest of the month. Well I just want to let you all know that my church found out about our plight and is donating money so that we can buy food. Christians are not all money-grabbing. They are also very giving people. That is often forgotten when one sees the televangelists Etc. And my church is certainly putting their money where their mouth is! Hallelujah!!!
May 2016 · 862
The Maker of the Hill
SøułSurvivør May 2016
We are all just sliding down
The hill on icey snow
We have really no idea
Which way life will go

We're sitting on a hubcap
A toboggan we can't steer
There's no way to then avoid
The obstacles we fear

We may have a super job
Have a comfortable home
But we could lose that good career
Then we're all alone

No house. No wife. No children.
No way to make a living
Looking at a homeless state
In search of someone giving

We could be in perfect health
Yet slip and have a fall
Be in the wrong vehicle
We could lose it all

We're on a slippery *****
That toboggan goes so fast
We may have many blessings
But how long will they last?

When we have the good in life
Our prayers we may not raise
When there's strife and things go wrong
We forget to give Him praise!

Remember Jesus suffering
Remember His great gift
He gave us Redemption
Our burdens He can lift!

Prayer is the answer
When things are going well
And praising His goodness
Even through life's hell

He has all the Power
He has all the Might
He can keep you safe!
He can make things right!

You are on that hubcap
Slipping like the breeze
But you can jump the rocks
And avoid those big ol' trees!

So give Him all of what He's due
He has the strength of Will
You are then connected

To the maker of the hill.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/29/2016
My brother lost his wallet with all my parent's credit cards in it. He usually does our shopping. This is really a problem not only because of the obvious reasons but because we are almost out of food and he does our shopping. So we are in a real situation for 2 days. But I'm not worried at all. God will provide. And I will ever praise Him! AMEN!

***GOOD NEWS!!! MY CHURCH FOUND OUT ABOUT OUR WOES AND IS HELPING US OUT FINANCIALLY TIL MONTH'S END!!! JESUS IS AWESOME!!!***

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