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Based upon the old game show,
"To Tell The Truth"

Jesus Christ sat in the booth,
His face marred
Disfigured youth.
His clothing gone
His beard torn out
Thorns on his forehead
Long & stout
Victim of severe attack
Many stripes upon His back

When contestants asked,
"What did you do?"
He simply said,
"I died for you."

The second chair
Seated modern man
The people didn't understand.
He had short hair
But a long beard.
And his costume?
VERY* weird!
Wore suit and tie,
But had blue jeans
The yamaka
Was strange, it seems...

Contestants asked,
"What did you see?"
He replied,
"The cursed man's tree."

The next subject was
Stranger still!
He didn't fit
The "Jesus" bill!
He was dressed
From head to toe
In finest silk
Gold, purple, blue!
His jewels were
The RAREST ones
In a crown upon hair spun
Of wool like that
Of a lamb slain
And eyes of fire!
He seemed to REIGN!

The contestants asked,
"Why are YOU here?"
The King replied,

" 'CAUSE I'LL APPEAR!"

The game show host
Was nervous then
He knew the show
Was at an end

He said in a shaking voice,
"OK, folks. Make your choice!"

They all chose. The #1.
So they ALL seemed to have won!

The game show host
Was then abrupt...

"Will the REAL JESUS
PLEASE STAND UP!"


Yes, they ALL had won,
#1 stood, you see...

THEY ALL STOOD UP.

HE IS ALL THREE!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/1/2017
This poem has to be read.
So many people look at
Jesus as a white guy in
Flowing robes. Nothing is
Farther from the TRUTH!
He was JEWISH! He had
Swarthy skin and short hair!
Long curls on either side
Of his face. A full beard
And Yamaka.

DEAL WITH IT!

Sorry for the rant.

Love,
Catherine
...you write the TRUTH
nobody wants to
READ IT.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/1/2017
Written with a sad heart at 2:45am.

Going to bed now.
The beauty of nature.
God's perfect creation.
Calls to every weary traveller.
Upon life's broken road.
Every man.
Every woman.
Every child.
Come.
Come.
And rest.
Unburden your heavy load.
Come.
Come.
And rest.

Nature's call.
Is the Call.
Of God.
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."--Matt. 11:28, Holy Bible
Death to Self.
Is Life.
To the soul.

Death to Self.
Is letting go.
Of all that I am.
To let Him.
Take over.

Lord, possess me.
Completely.
Until I am no more.
Until the old self I was.
Lies in ashes.
Upon the floor.
And You alone.
Are my Lord.

Possess me.
Possess me.
Until I am.
No more.
"Then Jesus said to His disciples, "If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me." --Matt. 16:24, Holy Bible.
Jesus.
Lover of my soul.
Teach me to run
into Your arms.
Teach me to come to You.
And never let go.
Let me not be as
the horse or the mule.
Who need bit and bridle.
Or they will never come near.
Break me, Lord.
Of my stubborn, wayward,
idolatrous ways.
Let me love You enough
that my heart breaks
at the mere thought.
Of causing You grief.
Oh, may the thought
of that
bring me to my knees.
May it cause me to turn
from my rebellious ways.

Make me willing to come
to You, Jesus.
And run far away from rival lovers.
Let it not take You thrusting
the bridle of discipline on me.
For me to choose the path of life.
May every broken cistern I hew out.
Leave me so thirsty.
That I will more.
And more.
Come near.
To Thee.
"Do not be like the horse or like the mule which have no understanding, whose trappings include bit and bridle to hold them in check, otherwise they will not come near to you." ---Psalm 32:9, Holy Bible
Ready to begin again.
With my feet planted
on the solid ground
of His Word.
And my soul at one with Him.
Ready to begin.
Again.
... for not being on site as much as I probably should be. Some of you may know I have been going through some very difficult times. I do not write about these to elicit sympathy. I only want understanding and compassion. Thank you for reading this entire post.

My father was recuperating well, but it's now flagging in his resolve to live. He has almost entirely lost his hearing. He's losing his eyesight. And now he cannot talk. He had to have a trach put in because his vocal cords were frozen and he couldn't breathe. He requires 24-hour care. He cannot return to the high-functioning home where he was staying before. He will now have to go into a nursing home.

It is very hard to witness this. He is a survivor of the battle of Okinawa. He is a survivor of stage 3 throat cancer. Chemotherapy and radiation treatment at the age of 85. He is now 92. I just don't know if he can survive this. I just need to remember he lived a long rich life.

The biggest problem I'm having is that I know my father is not prepared for eternity. He refuses to even discuss the concept of God. He's always been an Atheist. He is a chemist. A scientist. And he was hurt very badly by religion when he was growing up. I have sown seeds, though. Perhaps the Lord will come to him in a dream or vision. I just don't know...

No matter what happens I am prepared. It is just very difficult, and I cannot concentrate very well. Also I and spending a lot more time in my spiritual practices, so please forgive me if I'm not on the site as much as I could be. It does not mean I don't love you... there are people that are on this site who I pray for on a daily basis. I blanket this site with prayer. There are some who might not believe in the power of this, but I have seen miracles happen right here on this site. A young man was cured of malaria just a couple of weeks ago. Prayer is the most loving and powerful thing anyone can do for another person.
I DO IT FOR YOU ALL.

Thank you for reading.

♡ Catherine
A rose, they say, will have its thorn,
Which cannot harm nor ****,
It only serves to give its bloom
A scent that's sweeter still.

SøułSurvivør
(C) 12/23/2002

It's 1:30am. I must sleep. Goodnight! :)
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