Are beautiful...
Over the time you get to know them.
Are trouble...
Once you thought you knew them.
Are fun...
At the right moments.
Are understanding...
When you share your experiences.
Are confusing....
Because they can change in an instance.
All this to say that love can still remain.
Love can still remain.
God, I need your direction.
I have never in my life
been as confused as I am
right now this current second.

Lord, You know my heart.
You know my intentions are pure.
Why can't I hear you?
Why aren't you showing me?

Jesus, I want to do what's right.
Show me where to go.
Lead me in the way
your plan says I should.

Holy Spirit, be my guide.
This what I pray.
Take my very hand in yours
and lead me along the way.
The man told her she should undress,
and lay down, submit
to his lust,
use her mouth and tongue
to make him happy,
as she has got talent to do it,
and that even God said
to put our talents to work,
not bury them in the ground.

But the true talent she had
was telling truth from man's lie.
dust gathers
on the Word that breathed life
into sun
and moon
and stars
“Aisatsu wa toki no ujigami” Japanese
Arbitration in a quarrel is a godsend

Proverbs 15 (ESV)

“A soft answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger.
The tongue of the wise commends knowledge,
but the mouths of fools pour out folly.
The eyes of the Lord are in every place,
keeping watch on the evil and the good.
A gentle tongue is a tree of life,
but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.
A fool despises his father's instruction,
but whoever heeds reproof is prudent.”
2018 © Christos Victor, All rights reserved
yes its true
Uncle Tom dressed in a hat and tailcoat,
A cough and a sore throat,
He takes his coffee black.
A soothsayer that sings like a bum;
Bible in hand thumb strum, thump,
His soul hammers out ~
on a cheap plastic drum.

Slow down Tom for the evenings long
And the sun an’t rising any time soon,
There’s not a dry eye in the house;
Just bells and bones and a waitress or two,
Whistling tunes that open doors;
I don’t want to be a wannabee !
but I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !
Bought some old style shoes from a charity shop but they didn't fit my feet!, I walked a painful mile in them before dropping them off at another charity shop ! "Tom was written in black ink just inside the heals of the shoes.
Kim Essary Mar 3
You must have heard me cry for you, as I looked up at the sky;
  Why did you have to go so soon, without even saying goodbye?.
  It's as if the world had stopped as silence filled my head;
  When through the silence a voice began speaking, and this is what it said.
  Your days will go in without me, though I'm never far away;
  I may not be in front of you, but I'm in your heart to stay.
  Please don't cry sad tears for me, you will never be alone;
  The day will come when you cry tears of joy, when the Good Lord calls you home.
  So as you all gather by my grave to pay your last respects;
  Don't say goodbye, say I'll see you later, incase the Lord calls you next.
  As I turned to walk inside thinking I must be losing my mind;
  I reached for the door as I watched it slowly open, as my hand fell to my side.
  As chills ran over me, I knew at that moment, it was your voice I could hear:
  I couldn't help but smile as I walked through the door, watching as it closed behind me , I knew you were standing near.
  Tears falling down my face, remembering your kind and gentle heart;
  For the next time you open a door for me is when my eternal life shall start.
In Memory of Zackery Tharpe
Benjamin Mar 3
Binge drinking my own facade
Thinking I have gotten far
Vanity is my bud
I have rolled the blunt
Smoked and inhaled
I see thick smoke
And my life starting to vanish
I sit and see life pass me by
While enjoying the lies
Pride leads to nothing but facade and lies.get over yourself... You need God and people in your life!
Sometimes more
Ought be reduced –
A selection of Best
Be made

For “many” and “much”
Make not a man,
Nor more of things
The same

But something Good,
And something True –
And frequent
To it go

It’ll make a wise
And learned man –
Devout and humble
I saw an ocean of oceans…
Surrounding the Kings throne –
Like a great mote
Of frozen glass

Transparent and crystal –
Shimmering and glimmering –
Like a tranquil,
Sunlit sea

But on the seas horizon
I saw Fire and Blood –
Racing toward me
Like horses prepared for battle

I yelled aloud to the King,
But my words
Were snatched up by the winds
Sweeping along the expanse

My words, and my life,
Were lost.
My hope, and my soul,
Were dead.

Suddenly, the King stood up,
And raised His arm –
Commanding the Fire into the sky,
And the Blood into the sea

And I watched the blood
Melt away the frozen glass
Until it was completely gone,
And there was no more sea

And I felt my heart
Burn within me,
As though the Blood had
Melted something in me.
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