"judah" poems
There at Qunu
Will rest forever
The Sower no one compares to
In morning he sowed the wheat
And at noon there they sowed the ****
Then he came to ****
And his hands they beat
Yet holy work never knows failure
Thus the wheat grew
At harvest
As the Messiah did for Judah
They were invited to share the bread
Without a grudge
Now
There at Qunu
He will rest forever
Free from hard work to Freedom found
And out of the sweat of
The Sower of Peace
The Sower of Freedom
The Sower of Liberty
The Sower of Love
They will reap forever
And sing forever
Rest In Peace
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
The Israelites (/ˈɪzriəlaɪts/; Hebrew: בני ישראל Bnei Yisra'el)
were a confederation of Iron Age
Semitic-speaking tribes of the ancient Near East
inhabiting parts of Canaan during the tribal & monarchic periods;
Modern archaeology has largely discarded
the historicity of the Jewish religious narrative;
re-framing it as constituting an inspired national myth:
The Israelites & their culture according to modern
archaeological accounts,
did not overtake the region by force,
instead branching out from the indigenous [Canaanite peoples
long inhabiting the Southern Levant, Syria,
ancient Israel, and the Trans-Jordan region]
through the development of a distinct _monolatristic_—
[_Monolatry_ (Greek: μόνος (monos) = single,
and λατρεία (latreia) = worship) is the belief
in the existence of many gods but with the
consistent worship of the one deity; the term
"monolatry" was perhaps first used
by Julius Wellhausen;
Modern scholars of Israel's religion have
become much more circumspect in how
they use the Old Testament; not least
because many have concluded the Bible
is not a reliable witness to the true religion
of ancient Israel and Judah; representing
the beliefs of only a small segment of the
ancient community _centered in Jerusalem_
& devoted to the exclusive worship
of the god "Yahweh": Monolatry is
distinct from monotheism,
which asserts the existence of only one god;
and henotheism, a religious system in which
the believer worships one god w/out denying
that others may worship different gods with
equal validity]; later cementing as a monotheistic religion
centered on Yahweh, one of the Ancient Canaanite deities;
the outgrowth of Yahweh-centric beliefs
along with a number of cult practices
gradually gave rise to a distinct Israelite
ethnic group setting them apart
from the other Canaanites
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
The storm– she will come,
Oh- by the roar of the drum,
The boom of the beat–
Now cometh defeat,
Four seals are now shattered,
The ground will be battered,
Come forth thy lost line,
Thou shall face His divine…
The sky opened to set them free–
The creature like thunder: “Come and See!”
Foremost in the lead–
Upon the White steed–
Arrow of the Bow,
All obstruction fall low,
Striking the weaker down–
The fire glistens about his crown,
Above all the rest,
Behold all victory; CONQUEST…
The bizarre of the steeds–
The color that bleeds–
A Fiery red that burns in the eyes,
As each soldier dies–
The civil war spark,
As if for a lark!
In the fight of the four,
The second is WAR…
Come and See! Come and See!
Now the count is to three,
The black horse doth ride,
The third horseman as guide,
The hand bears balance not gore–
The sole vocal of four;
“…And see thou hurt not the oil and the wine”
The third–oh the third–John! The third is FAMINE…
Oh the horror– the horror– the fire filled eyes!
All that follows in path now simply just dies,
The pale green beast is a savage- a monster- no heart,
The ending- the rebirth- the salvation doth start,
The fourth rider tears– ravaging all the land,
The unholy Reaper with scythe in it’s hand!
The harvester hath expelled mankind’s final breath–
With Hell at the rear– the fourth and final is DEATH…
The war now to heaven and Hell now to Earth,
The charcoals are black and red hot in the hearth,
Cast forth by the Lion of Judah- the Lamb of the Lord!
With all of existence- the Divine became bored,
The Harbingers of the Last Judgment- the servants divine,
The living creatures cometh to steal all hope from thine,
Cometh One then come Two from the mythical Seal,
Cometh Three then come Four from the seven rumored to be real…
CONQUEST– the archer- the first rider of pure WHITE,
Crown capped with unholy deception of light…
WAR– the swordsman- the second rider of fiery RED,
Blood and betrayal as thou mark thy brother dead…
FAMINE– the balance- the third rider of pitch BLACK,
Food and resources all man will soon lack…
DEATH– the reaper- the fourth rider of pale GREEN,
Hell guiding scythe ridding Earth of all souls unclean…
The horsemen they triumph in biblical tale–
Consider an alternate story and detail,
Think not of no hope in the book Revelation,
Rather- imagine the truth of a war of no rotation,
The power unbalanced to alter dimension,
A different battle scene with a similar intention…
– Written By: Jacob Coffey –
*********************************
Just my take on a Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Hope you enjoyed it!
– Jacob Coffey
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
i.
Malkhati, ourn arrangement hath been prearranged, set aside all of past anger's, Sting's from compeer's; knoweth ourn lion from the tribe of Judah, the Messiah draweth near.
ii.
Hush mine love, quiet mine dear, notice the weather's change and the birthing pain's of fear; though we shant faint, we shalt run through Meadow's clear. Wherein nothing shalt compare, to the thing's that we shalt see.
iii.
O' just imagine mine Jane, fountain of life that spring's, from God's throne seraph's gleam, as we'll Stare at Christ's bronze feet. Many table's for a holy feast, None beast's to make their way, for the beast's wilt be left behind us, making their trail's in Satan's day.
iv.
For we mine love, O' we; art messenger's, disciples, for Jesus the lowly Nazarene, now he's on high, his time is nigh, where all shalt shalt see his white robe, in blood dipped, paradise gripped, unearthly flow.
v.
We must be ready mine Asian hunny, for the sky's won't be sunny; that much longer now. The time is here, his call for us, we must speak and YELL OF JESUS, the one whom shalt awake the dead from the dust. Prophecy must be fulfilled mine girl, don't be in angst, of this soon passing world. He is the pearl, that once was rejected, the cornerstone to every broken home, the one in the beginning the builder's once disrespected. But every eye shalt see, every tribe shalt mourn, O' his sweet return, His sweet return. We must prophesy, before this earth doth burn, we bring TRUTH NOT FEAR, mayest love come by storm. Anyone who hath an ear, please heed ourn word's. For the Warning's art on the clouds, driven by storm's. YESHUA HAMASHIACH, He's coming soon, wilt thou listen O' man? Or let Lucifer deceive thou to? Mine Jane, Mine Jane, I seeith him coming;
Holy, holy is his name.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry , prophetic poetry.
©Earl jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
I tried God,
I tried to be your little boy,
Your altar boy, the tin soldier for you,
Because it was easier when life was a toy.
I have genuflected just to be patted on the head.
I do not cuss, drink, smoke, or gamble,
Aren't you proud of me God? Aren't I good?
It was not easy, becoming a nice guy.
I had to trade in words like passion and faith
For words like duty, responsibility, obligation.
Because I do not love you or your children,
No, I am obligated to them, held accountable.
God my heart feels captive and not captivating,
It feels as though it has sold out and not been purchased
With blood by your Son, the first living Man,
My destiny is one of a Pharisee and not a Savior.
But God make me wild
Because this penance has left the man in me chained
And lets the good little boy, the nice guy, wander.
But set me lose upon this world,
And I will roar as the Lion of Judah!
Let my love run rampant like a wildfire,
Let passion rush from me like a waterfall,
Because nice guys are scented candles,
And good little boys are bubbling brooks,
But your Son was a hurricane
Walk through fire with me, into the Lion's Den,
Silence the voices of kings before me,
Lead me to preach to pirates and live with lepers,
Because the heart of adventure lies in your heart,
And the battle of a lifetime is your lifetime,
And my beauty to rescue is your Bride.
Let me seek your heart and once sheltered there
I'll discover that mine was made after it.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
A wild heart that beats for its pride
On mount Zion this heart will reside
From Judah, a noble king
Majesty defines this being.
This creature anointed
As the animal kingdom’s appointed
Predator that forever reign
Its noble spirit cannot be slain.
Adorned with a heavenly mane
A hunter of moving iron
A roar that soars the horizon
Like a wind gust, a hurricane.
African dust with imprints of ferocity
Pounding paws announce their violent capacity
Their voice casts a shadow of authority
Over nature’s majority
Offering not a shade of rest,
But a footprint of nature’s best.
A royal glance of the lion’s presence
Is Africa’s essence
Of feral magnificence.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Judah bids us "Good morning!" at nine at night,
He's like Fred Astaire,
Big moves and big ears.
Dylan is late coming in,
Sliding out of his leather jacket with a sour expression -
He's too cool for this game.
Lindsey drags in the speaker system,
All goofy grins and ugly sweaters,
And she's so happy to see us.
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Andy with his slick moves
and slicker hair.
Matt who always smelled strange
but lost to Kevin.
Susan with her tight, swinging hips
and constant critiques.
Pete thinks he can do this,
and then breaks your arm.
Caleb concentrates too hard,
and tries not to look you in the eyes.
Josh gets bored with the basics,
deciding to breakdance instead.
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
And after an hour of being passed from one lead to the next
Like a hot potato,
And then standing with your back against the basement wall
During the free-for-all,
You decide you rather be studying algebra
and leave.
Lindsey waves goodbye.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
My calico looks like the Lion of Judah
preamble her deftness with cooked chicken
and a sprinkling of lactose
Poor dear , perfect though she is
we all have our travails.
I am finding it hard to believe
age does not make her wary
in fact shes grows deeper into her role
A totem and a sustainer curled up in the one.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
Joseph's sons are still in Egypt
All is not fulfilled as yet
The elder child, Manasseh
calls himself a Christian these days
and still seems mightier than Ephraim
as foreseen by Israel
but has this small problem
keeping Father's commandments
having been suckled on
papal leaven
with that false gospel
girlfriend he likes to call
prosperity ...
I'd rather remain a gentile, thanks
Invite me to the wedding
I'll come visit every Sukkot
He really needs his younger brother
to come of age and stop fussing ...
to stop copy-catting Judah
and feed Yeshua's lost sheep
from that double redeemer's portion
Jacob blessed him with ...
that which speaks of BenDavid
and the keeping of true Torah
which is the tittles and jots
'Jesus' said would remain
a blessing till all is fulfilled
till His Torah shines forth from Zion
once again
Jealous Judah awaits him too
Prays each day the prodigal will come home
and tell him who Meshiach is
There really are no Gentiles or Greeks
except in diaspora
No, not even Jesus freaks
Just a faithful, obedient remnant
in Jacob's trouble
going to the promised land
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC
**It's for me on the tree He endured agony,
What a beautiful thought to my soul;
It was love and for me, what a sight Calvary,
It was there that He ransomed my soul.
Dearer than gold , dearer than gold,
Yes , the Saviour is dearer than gold,
Dearer than gold , dearer than gold,
There is no other plea, and for sinners like me,
How enticing Thy Word to my ear,
When Thou came seeking me that as mortal to be,
Perfect love hath now cast out all fear.
Through the stripes laid on Thee, there is healing for me,
Balm of Heaven my sickness to cure,
Thy compassion I see, reaching wide as the sea,
For Thy promise is steadfast and sure.
Though the ages I'll know of the sufferings , He bore,
Mercy soundeth like harps out of Zion,
And the sages of old , they shall sing of this lore,
All the glory to Judah's great Lion.
Let the sinner now know, Christ hath crushed the great foe,
Cruel Satan, thy siting is no more,
Hoist the banner to show that through faith we shall go,
And that boldly , through Jesus our Door.**
,
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
picture this,
o sons of judah:
arctic shallows, a
shellbeached leviathan cordially extending
an invitation to this
everfast slowdance of heart
throb lust in the
inkwell satisfaction of knowing you bleed
india blue & bone china and the moths that got
into the tent will swallow the naphtha in time;
*there are parts of you that
are never clean.*
yeah isn’t that
wonderful
? mark the few drops of
tequila left & a
heavy sunrise in your
swankissed beechwood
heart;
*there are parts of you that
will not be released.*
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC
"Come!", and again we say, "come to the Kingdom":
The Lion of Judah has triumphed,
The Lamb of God is encircled
With the mighty voices of his angels
With the floods of tears of his saints
With the climbing praises of his people
With the rainbow prayers of the nations.
Every creature sings, "Come".
Every angel shouts, "Come".
To He who is enthroned,
To He who is King,
To He who reigns forever.
This is His promised Kingdom Come
Sign-posted, sealed and now delivered
To you.
"Come."
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
Me like a likkle of what ya got
'Cause I a zero not got a lot
I talks to me pastor
im a serious Judah rasta.
But me lives alone in this zone
I got to find I a way back home.
Me know me got life a wee bit wrong
And me never listen to da Masters song.
But now I got I a brand new deal
Me praise Jah 'cause im is real.
I gwan to church and say me tings
Jah he answer......me telephone rings.
Hello who im dat? and im say it is I de righteous cat
Den I fall down and me tears dey come
But im say rise up man you is my son.
Den me knows dat dis is da time
Me knows me faith is bang on da line.
Jah Jah im see me right
Yea even thru de dark of de night
Im me saviour me know dat now
Im smooth da lines off from my brow.
Jah Jah rule.
Jah is cool.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
some might call them
mongolian dumplings;
i just call them home;
chewy chow mein, bean spraut
nervous system geography;
oh but aren't you a home away
from home? so welcome,
to be adequately attired..
jolly gee... i better put on my
cowboy hat & shoes as to
just prove the chance of doing a rodeo!
well, you know how the english
just love to talk about travelling to las vegas
and... kentucky... for that juggled fried chicken...
mm yum! i better have me a spare
clown with those wagon tires!
no... wait... israel's coming! dicta dicta,
a non-existent Judah!
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
Paint the madness of your life
Wild colors like the sky
Just before the sun sets
To say goodbye
Begin again
What's stopping you? Are you crazy?
Show me how crazy you can be
Paint the world with your crazy love
Every part of your human being
This is you
Embrace yourself with the brush of life
Colors fly from finger tips
Music notes waltz and sway
Through your teeth and out your lips
When you're awake
When you're asleep
Scream it out if you have to
Shout to the world with your
Greatest madness
I love you!
Inner demons creating miracles
Of unspeakable beauty
Forcing you to love even the darkest
Parts of yourself that you fear
Tame the beast
Ride the wolf inside of you
Paw prints of beauty and life
Leaving your tracks of love and light
Behind you
Glow with the power of a thousand sandstorms
Of crazy affection rising all around you
Turn the madness into the most beautiful portrait you know
The painted masterpiece of your soul
Spread your wings, let the Phoenix in you ascend
Feathers out arms wide spread ready set go!
What are you waiting for?
Paint the madness of your soul
You are a masterpiece to behold
Ride the wolf
Feel your heartbeat thunder
Like an earthquake through the floor
Penetrating love across the globe
Do not underestimate your power anymore
You are an eagle so let your voice soar
You are a dragon so let your fire burn forever more
You are a lion, you are
Any beast or creature you desire
Paint your madness like wild fire
Reach down into your core
And let your madness roar!
tHE tERRY tREE
Image | Prophetic Sketch 25 Lion of Judah Awakens With A Roar | Anne Cameron Cutri | Inspired by Spirit
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
I drove to Judah's Funhouse Orchard
to pick my own apples
and build my own lavender dishes,
but I put my new friends in a -famous- basket.
Oh, how it overtook me with its windswept stories!
It told me of a fat, shiny snake,
but we were drunk,
and the only person at the party whom I cared about gave me a slinky smile
and told me to leave.
So I left with a hurricane in all of my pockets,
and I played darts with the basket's forgotten, fairy-dusted nephew.
Illuminated by a single lightbulb in a concrete cavern beneath my mother's kitchen,
I learned to give up my apples
and forget my lavender dishes,
because my crudely-woven drunken comrade
is now a shining sober picture
of my sordid, henpecked past.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
I can't believe
In Jesus
Or Judah
I'm not Jewish
A Hindu
Nor Christian
Christ has forsaken believe
For room 208
Has not been found
I'm tethered to the bed
Lampshade illuminating my face
A crusty ceiling aligns the walls
Doors are locked
Bathroom unchecked
Windows unhinged
Death a possibility
Or is it suicide?
I don't remember
I need love
Literature
To free me
From yearning
Succumbing
To music
Of the hollow
O'Brians grove
Shade of pain
From the triangular window, I see
Against my agony
That I'm clean
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
Me like a likkle of what ya got
'Cause I a zero not got a lot
I talks to me pastor
'im a serious Judah rasta.
But me lives alone in this zone
I got to find I a way back home.
Me know me got life a wee bit wrong
And me never listen to da Masters song.
But now I got I a brand new deal
Me praise Jah 'cause 'im is real.
I gwan to church and say me tings
Jah he answer......me telephone rings.
Hello who' im dat? and 'im say it is I de righteous cat
Den I fall down and me tears dey come
But 'im say rise up man you is my son.
Den me knows dat dis is da time
Me knows me faith is bang on da line.
Jah Jah 'im see me right
Yea even thru de dark of de night
'im me saviour me know dat now
'im smooth da lines off from my brow.
Jah Jah rule.
Jah is cool.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Let me sing for his beloved
A vineyard on his hill
He dug and then He planted
He built and then He watched
The men in Judah judge him
For all of His sweet care
He finally saw His fruit bear
He is the vine
The great vine of His vineyard
The fruit of that hill
He is the vine
Already we are clean
With the words that He left us
Trust in him and we will drink of it
Partaking in the blood of Jesus Christ
Here's the end to His vineyard
Its hedge He has removed
Destroyed all of it shall be,
Its walls will be trampled
Then He will make it waste
All these thorns will grow up
And then the rains will not come
This vineyard that I sing of
Are His chosen people
And all this pleasant planting
No fruit has it beared
But my Jesus he is coming
To rule over the lands
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
REVELATION......!!!!! After these things I saw Four Angels standing at the Four Corners of the Earth, holding the Four Winds of the Earth, that the Winds should not Blow on the Earth, on the Sea, Or on any Tree... Then I Saw another Angel Ascending from the East, having the Seal of hour Living GOD.. And He Cried with A loud Voice to the Four Angels to whom it was granted to Harm the Earth and the Sea. Saying, '' Do not Harm the Earth, the Sea, or the Trees till we have Sealed the Servants of Our GOD on their ForeHeads''. And I Heard the Number of those who were Sealed. One Hundred and Forty-Four Thousand of All the Tribes of the Children Of Israel were Sealed.. Of the Tribe Of Judah, Twelve Thousand were Sealed; of the Tribe Of Reuben Twelve Thousand were Sealed, of the Tribe Of GOD Twelve Thousand were Sealed... Of the Tribe Of Asher Twelve Thousand were Sealed; of the Tribe Of Naphtali Twelve Thousand were Sealed: Of the Tribe Of Manasseh Twelve Thousand were Sealed. Of the Tribe Of Simeon Twelve Thousand were Sealed; Of the Tribe Of Levi Twelve Thousand were Sealed: Of the Tribe Of Issachar Twelve Thousand Were Sealed.. Of the Tribe Of Zebulun Twelve Thousand were Sealed. Of the Tribe Of Joseph Twelve thousand were Sealed: Of the Tribe Of Benjamin Twelve Thousand were Sealed.. After these things I looked, and Behold A Great Multitude which No One could Number, Of All Nations, Tribes, Peoples, and Tongues, standing before the Throne and before the Lamb, Clothed with White Robes, with Palm Branches in their Hands.. And crying out with A Loud Voice, saying'' SALVATION Belongs To Our GOD who Sits on the Throne, and to the Lamb!'' All the Angels Stood around the Throne and the Elders and the Four Living Creatures, and Fell on their Faces before the Throne and Worshiped GOD... Saying'' Amen! Blessing and Glory and Wisdom, Thanksgiving and Honor And Power and Might, be to Our GOD Forever and Ever. Amen.'' Then One of the Elders answered, saying to Me, '' Who are these Arrayed in White Robes, and where did they come from.?'' And I said to Him,''Sir, You Know.'' So, He said to Me..., '' These are the Ones who Come out of the Great Tribulation, and washed their Robes and made them White in the Blood Of the Lamb.. '' Therefore they are before the Throne Of GOD, and Serve Him Day and Night in His Temple. And He who Sits on the Throne will Dwell among them. '' They shall neither Hunger anymore nor Thirst anymore; the Sun shall not Strike them, nor any Heart; '' For the Lamb who is in the Midst of the Throne will Shepherd them and Lead them to Living Fountains Of Waters. And GOD will Wipe away Every Tear from their Eyes''.!!
In GOD We Trust,
GOD Is Our Strength,
GOD Is Love,
GOD With Us,
GOD Bless.!!!
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
From the daily rising of the sun
and its subsequent sunset, know…
that you’ve been summoned by God.
Evident from the Universe’s glow,
His Presence, perfect in beauty,
shines eternally over all of Zion.
Christ’s majesty has been revealed!
Behold the Lamb, Who is the Lion
of Judah and the ruler of Heaven.
Though He may be presently silent,
final judgments will be executed;
His decisions won’t remain latent.
Unto Himself and the Heavenly host,
He gathers His consecrated people;
under the bright, celestial sphere,
His righteousness fills His temple.
Now witnessing His glory, we notice
the continuing reign of His justice.
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Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 50:1-6
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
your actions dont match what you preach
in fact its the god **** opposite....
where is this "love" you constantly talk about?
where is the "grace" you say we are suppose to show?
you wonder why were not like a family?....because of hurtful words like those...
you play your act well up front but behind the scenes you falsely accuse others..
yet your a leader in church?
you speak of love and hope yet you show others no grace!
you tell others to be kind and gentle yet you shove darts by my ears and hold me by my throat
who are you to judge?
who are you to be a leader?
this is why i go to judah praise... this is why i struggle going back every time... this is why its hard to get involved because everytime i try they dont need me, why? because im just some messed up teenager.
stop thinking of me like that!
stop putting these labels on me, it hurts!
and STOP EXPECTING ME TO MESS UP!
i thought this was a hopspital for the sinners... not a party for the saints?
God....
i dont wanna play church anymore!
i am serious about my passion for god! but stop pushing me aside.... telling me im worthless...
you do so much to just get the show ready your forgetting that gods not in the picture its you controling it.... dont you realize worship is more than just reading a sheet of music?
dont you see?
you spend so much time practicing and practicing, its just to performance oriented for me..
it may work for some but not for me... i just want to be FREE! is that so much to ask? is anyone just FREE anymore??
i dont see it... not here..
who are you to bash my fathers name!
you dont even know him! all you know of him is what you think you know and what you go on gossiping to others after service!
you dont know what my fathers been through!
hes the only one who still keeps me going!
hes the only one who understands me and will acturally listen to me!
do you not understand that?
why does this happen in church?
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
THE LORD Reigns* Let Thy EARTH Rejoice* Let Thy Multitude Of Isles Be Glad! Clouds And Darkness Surround Him* Righteousness And Justice Are thy Foundation Of His Throne* A Fire Goes Before Him, and Burns-Up His Enemies Round-About* His Lightnings Light Thy World, Thy EARTH Sees And Trembles* Thy Mountains Melt Like Wax At Thy Presence Of Thy LORD, At thy Presence Of Thy LORD Of Thy Whole-Earth* Thy Heavens Declare His Righteousness, and All Thy Peoples See His Glory* Let All Be Put To Shame Who Serve Carved Images, Who Boast Of Idols. Worship Him, All You Gods* Zion Hears And Is Glad and Thy Daughters Of Judah Rejoice Because Of Thy Judgements* O LORD* For You, LORD Are Most High Above All Thy Earh* Thou Are Exalted Far Above All Gods* Thou Who Love Thy LORD, Hate Evil! He Preserves thy Souls Of His Saints* He Delivers Them Out Of thy Hand Of The. Wicked* Light Is Sown For Thy Righteous, And Gladness For Thy Upright In Heart* Rejoice in Thy LORD Our GOD You Righteous, And Give Thanks At Thy Remembrance Of His Holy Name*** Praise HEE Thy LORD*** HALLELUYAH*** May GOD Almighty Enriched Our Days Ahead IJN* Happy Blessed Day To You And I. And Our Households IJMN** GOD Is Our StrEngth** GOD Is Love** GOD With Us** GOD Bless** Blessed**
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
I remember when we lived in Paradise
I remember dwelling with God
I remember walking with the Father
I remember talking with the Son
I remember conversing with the Spirit
I remember the beauty that God had made
And I remember the fruit that was for us
I remember the animals that I named
And I remember the perfection there was
I remember having a relationship with God
I remember that day
And we left the garden
I remember being against God
And ourselves, and our children
I remember the sin I fell into
I remember telling my wife we had to go
And I remember leaving
I remember the tears, the pain, the regret
And I remember the blood
I remember this curse I brought
I remember my son
And how he killed his brother
I remember my son
And I remember his sons
I remember how they perverted God
I remember how they were pagan and wicked
And the flood, when they were destroyed
I remember my son, Noah
And I remember his righteousness
I remember the iniquity of even Noah, the righteous
I remember the sins of Noah's sons
And the pagan worship they began
I remember my son, Abraham
And his son Isaac
I remember the sacrifice
I remember Isaac's sons Israel and Judah
And the iniquity of their nations
I remember Egypt, and their god
And the slavery of my sons in the land
I remember the sins of my sons
I remember my sons in the desert
And the 40 years of sorrow
I remember them entering Canaan
And the beauty of the land promised
I remember the promises of God
I remember the promised King
And the seed of the king to come
I remember Judah and Israel
And warring among themselves
I remember the iniquity of my sons
I remember the sins of my sons
And their people scattered
I remember the pain and sorrow
And the exile they were given
I remember the loss of a people
I remember my final Son
And His gift given to us
I remember His death
And how He paid my debt
I remember the guilt
I remember the Father
And his assurance to me
I remember the Fall
And I remember the Spring
I remember it all
I remember that all deaths are mine to bear
And I was the founder
I remember the sin that comes with my name
And better yet, the grace that comes with His
I remember the name of Jesus
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Bang on cue, minions slither and seeth
same ole, same ole, predictability of the stunted
volume speaks volume as delusions entrenches
We are fixated don't shatter our morbid trances
The lions of Jada Pinkett not those of Judah
the producers of demented illusions from Studio Z
We don't deal in truths and reality, we wrinkle too quickly
Reality ages us, let just make it up as we go along
We need the miseries of those we envy to feed on
forget the cut price botox it does nothing for our falling faces
We can't even get earth shattering ******* from our duds
to lift our moods, so in our minds we own your dolphin
What are we going to do with our miseries and mediocrity
That strong small herculian dark hero, tied up in chains
as we pleasure and play with that renowned mahogany sword
is a fantasy that blows our minds and satiates us real good
Scripting an Eastern Love interest we are thwarting is so ******
How dare ruin our fantasies and remind us we are deluded
We can't accept all our combined efforts and dramatics
Not to mention our gullible menfolks who skip and hop to our biddings
As we tease and rile them to hatred for that swoony stallion.
Please keep your truth to yourself.
It won't stop us, reality and truth annoys us, we need our chained beast with that wonder mahogany sword
Oh that fierce passion, that unleashed weapon in our control
Just the thought makes us moist already....ohooo...ohooo..ohhoo
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC