Let's go for a WALK, and
have us a LITTLE TALK
Please tell me WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND,
How are things in YOUR LIFE??
I hope their DOING GOOD,
PEACE and LOVE is what you SHALL FIND!!
I know things have BEEN ROUGH, but
I know that YOU'RE TOUGH
Don't ever let it BRING YOU DOWN,
Have GOOD CHEER and BE STRONG,
Your TRIALS WON'T LAST LONG,
Your TROUBLES will soon be GONE!!
LOVE and LIGHT is on your SIDE
Let The LORD BE YOUR GUIDE
For, the LORD will see you THROUGH
Just TRUST IN HIM and
HE WILL MAKE A WAY
For, the LORD WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO!!
We have had a NICE TALK on this MARVELOUSLY DAY
So, LIFT YOUR CHIN UP and CONTINUE TO PRAY
The LORD is a WAY MAKER,
PLEASE DON'T HAVE ANY DOUBTS
Put it ALL in HIS HANDS and
LET THE LORD WORK IT OUT!!!


B.R.
Date 9/13/2024

O glorify yourself True Lord,
Inner light, providence broad.

Speak through miracle and death
In your spirit may we dwelleth.

May we speak against earthly kings
in favour of the true King, you, O lord.

May we help our brethren in You,
oppose devilish barons for You.

For His light is in everyone, Oh yes you
turk, you jew

Glorify Him in the one True Synagogue or Mosque
and remember, you too, are apart of His flock.

People say:
God's evil, or that He doesn't care,
but im contrary to them,
for everytime I pray, or when I cry, or when I call out to him,

He is there.
In the room.
Offering comfort in my soul and assuring me that everything's
going to be alright

He's the voice in the wilderness that says
'come this way to be sheltered from the storm'
I go gladly and I shelter myself
from my worries

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shattered
torn asunder
in the maelstrom
the churning
of colliding seas
how we
were tsunamis
cast from foreign worlds
towering o'er star-crossed shores
devouring civilizations
those were my dreams

and there
with light eclipsing the sun
were angels
whilst God commanded
who should be saved
and who would meet
their end
by the maws
of the surging grave
the tides if death
the vengeance we partook o'er evil
to sap the fires
of the cannibals' cauldrons
of the wicked witches' works
of the devil's deed scouring the lands of innocence
tilling world for harvests of souls
God warred with fury
with wrath untold
with heaven's war cries raging, bold
I saw the towers
fall as dominoes
shrieks of villainy
soups of human flesh spilled,
feasts ruined in droves
and I ne'er wept so poorly
ne'er kissed the ground so humbly
watching the world overturned in its savagery
by change so indomitable
by goodness so gracious

but I had
as all children do
given up my dreams
of being heroic
of being a champion
for justice
was God's alone

I gave up my visions
of power unassailable
of justice that trounces reprisal
of vengeance beyond sin,
I gave it all up to God
to a victor
who is more
than a conqueror
to a being
who is love incarnate
whose surrender
is destruction loosed upon the wicked
whose mercy
touches only those who art cleansed
of their murderous hearts
and their chaotic whims

I gave up my power
to the redeemer of all who art redeemed
and to the devils I say,
woe betide those who consort
with the fallen one
whose days shall no longer be numbered
when the gates of damnation
close in upon him
and open again
no longer...

It was a good run or, should I say, a crawl for me.
Some really underestimate the hurt that this curse can be. It’s like You have Your back to me While also stabbing me.

I thought You were the faithful one, the one who healed the broken sons.
When You said “It is finished,” I never thought, “I’m the finished one.”

What happened to Your love for me? Will You ever come for me?
You said that if I came to You, You’d never let me free. Yet it’s a mystery how Jesus Christ has abandoned me.

Because of Your grace, I can say this race was a great run.
But what was the point if I didn’t know the raised son?
Now I’m in terror; I feel my faith is the fake one.

It saddens me, to look at the world..
Everyone walking around, with somewhere to be
But really just searching, for a way to feel free.
There's such unfairness
That genuinely disgusts me
But maybe we'd deminish it
If only we discussed things
Yet we lower our heads, and go about our day
Pretending everything around us, is actually okay
When there are countless people foodless
And even more homeless..
Yet I see copious amounts of empty houses..
Rotting away, cause there's "no one to house them"...

I mean It just doesn't add up
There's plenty of resources
For the lot of us...

But those with the power are ruining it all
Giving to a couple but taking from all

Sometimes, I just can't wait for God to come deal with them all..
For wickedness, to be wiped away
Any and all power, stripped away
To be held by The Perfection
That'll be here to stay
Though I still just pray that more would see
And in succession repent
And thereby be free

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Who am I to stop Your power?
For You’re able to release and withhold.
Who am I to declare “I cannot make it”
“I will never be plentiful,”
“I lack everything” or “It is impossible”
For You have the final say,
The final words to rule my identity.

You make distinction to Your children —
The world’s a gong where violence increases
And the love of many grows cold.
For these are the last days
But my spirit longs to be at home.

In all the chaos, I found one consistent voice…
And it’s Your sweet small voice
Knocking off the boulders before my eyes,
And leaving me amazed when time rolls by.

I met the different versions of failures and of victories
And I am used to random transitions.
Sometimes, I still find myself in the edge of the cliff —
Afraid but ready to take the risk
Coz one day, all these sufferings shall pass.

You gave me breath, so I will speak of Your glory.
You renew my strength, so I will empower others.
And you lend me life, so it is Yours to take.
Who am I to call off Your vows?
Who am I to stop from praising You?

I ain’t the master of my own existence
I ain’t sure of what lies ahead
Not what the future holds.
But I know for sure —
You’ll never abandon nor forsake me.

I’m not quitting, Lord
I will not back down
And I will rise just as you have risen.
Your love was written in my heart —
So, bless the Lord, oh my soul.

when is is all there is where isn't was
and all the sky's inside a blue balloon
and everywhat is known to be because
too good is God to be believed too soon

then breathing breath doth verily become
(in spite of all the sayers saying nay)
a joy exploding all the threats of doom
since every doomsday dies before its day