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Behold Your Bride
Beloved Lord, behold your
broken, tired and gray.
How could you
wed a man like this,
who threw so many years away
No virgin bride in any way,
pleasures, lust and sin,
I come to you with
Oh husband let me in...
Unclean, impure, before the groom,
I long for
Consumed by shame, destroyed by
I cannot look into your face.
tell me Lord, can I be cleansed ?
and if so at
Can even you heal innocence,
long stolen, so long lost ?
A worthy bride
comes at a price,
but who would pay for one like
You've paid the price ? No further cost ?
Oh love, how can this be ?
With your own
flesh, with your own
yea, with your
Is it thus that I must be,
widow ere a wife.
But no, these are much
for not by death are we to part.
But by the death of sin and flesh,
together heart to heart.
The wedding table
thus is set,
the sacrifice becomes the feast.
A marriage for eternity,
The Greatest to the
Oh Lord, A man I come to you,
yet a trembling bride.
My heart would sing my
love for you,
my lips the same confide.
But it is not my love for you
which brings forth
all my tears.
But rather that you first loved me,
And cast out all my fears.
Anno Domini 1999
The Blessing for
By Crystal Daye
does not confess anything
He's a liar, hypocrite,
who is dieing
Inside hiding out though he is
To please himself in the work of giving
Glory to all who mimic his mirror imaging
pride and arrogance for the knitting
religious mankind on earth sitting
As god each
their own throne residing
Where love and war is
How to divide the sheep for profiting
So dumb are they that are ever slaving
To be like
the rich and famous living
The young to model the
Others for the satisfaction of
No law to obey for those rebelling
all laws remain on those painting
like god in their shining
Both evil and good to
GOD are stinking
In vanity and to Hell will be
For to be a crazy fool is more appealing
To GOD HIS SPIRIT in the knowing
That HE is the
source of wisdom growing
Within those meek and
For the immortal, never to this
is an ending
Except for Lucifer of his throne
Power from the Almighty who is obliging
Him to claim those of HIS this surprising
HIS love for Israel is ever lasting
Did not the
Prophet marry a ##### nesting
With her confessing
all for the restoring
Of her fidelity by him to
On HIS WORD of mercy to be erasing
Her sin forever from memory of the asking
yourself now to confess your sinning
So to hate
it for a circumcised beginning
For fear of the
loss of material providing
You of the Devil will
not confess anything
But will gather as vultures
to the wedding
Of the repentant ##### who is
In labor and near to death is confessing
All her crimes against GOD and shedding
of shame and guilt for a blessing
condemnation is for those killing
hate the world destroying
Life on earth all who
are not willing
To be a mirror of the Devil his
No mercy for the saint or sinner pleading
The ##### of Babylon consumes those bleeding
this the Devil won't confess anything
Will you be
the ##### for blessing or the cursing?
The Lord looks down
looks down from Heaven at Human beings,
they walk through life,
Oh how the Lord Yeshua,
Needs His perfect wife.
The bride of Yeshua,
Like none other,
A perfect body,
>From the mother womb,
were born to this Earth,
God indeed did know us
But, He also knew another thing,
He did not tell.
That Yeshua died for His
So Humble, without pride.
He died so
that the Jewish nations could be restored,
more we could come to know.
In Yeshua, Ha
Messiach we would love
the freedom that we could have,
through our nation.
And when that day would come,
We would have the perfect revelation.
be sure that on judgement day,
Everyone of us
will give a a perfect account,
Of every useless
But Yeshuah's love is one that lasts
God gave us His son as a special token.
only people would look and see,
Ha Messiach is
Rooted to the tree.
we can all be set free.
Israel has fallen,
Some say never to arise,
Wait to the day comes,
When Ha Messiach,
To take back His bride.
Has won His battle,
The very day
He did not die,
But arose from the
To take back His Bride.
A VIRGIN'S TALE
by Tracy B. Barfield
stillness roused me from sleep,
Then off in the
distance I heard someone weep.
I had hoped to
married that particular day,
But still weary from
slumber, I soon lost my way.
The darkness was
thick, the air seemed so damp,
Yet I still
somehow managed to find my good lamp.
Suddenly I felt foreboding, a feeling of doom,
So I quickly lit the lamp--and saw the eyes of the
It was just for an instant, the lamp
quickly went out,
The Groom's eyes looked so sad
as I started to shout.
"Please, wait just a
minute!" I cried out in vain,
"Let me find some
more oil, so I can light it again!"
heard a door shut, which I now cannot find,
with horror, I realized I'd been left behind!
So tend to your lamps often, have your oil so
That you keep your light burning to find
the narrow door.
Be ready for the Bridegroom
with a love so sincere,
Yes, be ready for the
Bridegroom, for his coming is near.
© May, 2003
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"End Times Signs"
by Richard Krutsinger
Bow down your "ear" to me my child,
I'll anoint your "eye" to see,
I'll pour out my words for the my child,
They last eternaly--
Yes, they last eternaly.
My Words are finer than pure gold,
I am a tree of life,
I am the well for the thirsty soul,
The bright and shining light--
Yes, a bright and shining light.
If you abide in me my child,
I,ll abide in you,
ask me what you will my child,
and that I'll do for you--
Yes, that I'll do for you.
Now take my yoke upon you child,
And you will learn of me,
My yoke is easy,
And my burden is light,
You will find rest in me--
Yes, you will have rest in me.
Am That I Am
I AM That I Am, and there is no other
No father or mother, nor sister or brother
I Am That I Am, and this I Proclaim --
Though I have been called, by many a name
I Am That I Am, the giver of breath
I hold the key's to life and death
I Am That I Am, and this I remain--
Never to change, always the same
I Am That I Am, and forever shall be
The God of them that call on me
I Am That I Am, and that is my fame --
Though I have been called by many a name
What if I had turned that
time into the light
not shrunk away horrified
And followed paths not often trod to Father friend
What if words had been enough to hook my
faith through rain and rough
And born again into
the right allowed myself with him to die
running falling flowing rather into the song
lullaby for babes and wise then all would hear the
Arisen! He is alive and you and I
are loves of Love and born to fly
Free at last a
cup betrothed to hearts of purest gold
in the womb to kindle fires upon the loom eternity
Stand Ready, II
Edward A. Vinson
stirrings to return arrive.
My soul is
moved, my spirit stirs
on wings of eagles, borne
whispers draw us to arise.
is like a water-brook
the Hand of God, responds,
swells sweet, runs clear, sings out
where it may be still
of The Shepherd’s Peace,
light, reflecting Light
of which, the Rays of Whom
upon the Deep in God,
that hewn, that carved
Living Waters from above
shall send us
Stirrings to Return have grown,
to groan, labor with pain
He births, with what we carry
Treasure, deep in us,
Mystery", "Christ in you", alive.
Stirrings of Return have grown,
OF HIS RETURN"
by Craig Hendrix
copyright 04, 1-10-04 poem
Sitting in the house, feeling all but dead inside
Finding myself watching the evening news
Worrying about all the business decisions I made
And all the money that I could lose
Walked into the cold, empty kitchen
to grab another beer
All at once ,there was a loud explosion
In the distance ,I could hear
A cold grim feeling started coursing
through my weak, frightened mind
Beheld a sight from my childhood dreams
Became, real ,I soon would find
Looked out the window and I never had seen
Such colors that glow from the moon
Suddenly the moon disappeared, from the sky
The dark night had reversed into noon
The smell in the air was calm
warm sunlight ,in a summer day
In an instant there was a wrath of thunder
The wind brought warning ,sweet colors turned to
outside, the blood in my heart
Would race from sudden fear
Was a sound that shook the highest mountains
A sound like terror , what I ,did hear
When the earthquakes and whirlwinds moved away
And the Storms finally began to cease
There came a Celestial silence
Surrounding , a feeling of Eternal Peace
Like waves in the ocean that carry
Water across the lasting tide
I heard a choir from a band of cherubim
That could be heard throughout Nationwide
Then there was an endless sound of Panic
That had consumed the smoldering air
People running aimless in the streets
There was darkness everywhere
The echo's of a wicked planet
would roar like the blaze from a fire
The developed language reduced to screams
For the whole world ,would soon expire
Losts souls, stretched their arms to Heaven
With supreme praises to the sky
The Bankers, the Lawyers, the Real estate broker
For the first time heard themselves cry
The drunkard suddenly dropped his bottle
The teller closed down his booth
The Madman had, regained his sanity
The Liar proclaimed the truth
The leaders of the Nations would crumble apart
Like dusty, dried up clods
The Naturalists and all the Pagans
Would begin praying to their gods
Then there was a great sound of a Trumpet
Shook the Earth and rocked the seas
And out of the clouds came the face there of Jesus
Then the whole world suddenly dropped to it`s knees
With eyes of pure lit Fire
Looked upon man's shameful wretched face
And one by one, He called to his children
From out of every creed and every race
Descending into Heaven like
A midst of morning rain
The Firmament was filled with Glory
As the Angels formed their wings into a chain
The sorrowed, that were plagued with sickness
The crippled and the blind
Were given fair comfort with a golden plate
They'll be welcomed, First In Line
And I watched all of this from my home
Lying there on the ground
Listening to the sounds of misery
That`s left here all around
The churches are gone, Evil will rein
The beast will rise this day
Millions beg for one more chance
As they see that Christ has gone away
Just yesterday the World seemed alive
Laughing with drink and fun
Now the sound of anguish fills the Land
As if it were blotted from the sun
The last thing that my ears beheld
Was a mournful pitiful scream
And then I suddenly woke up, shaking
From what was to be my dream
I now can see the dangers of a world
That the Lord's, mercy took
I pray that when He comes back for us
My name would be written in His Book
From the Mountain
po box 508
O Captain ~ You Are My
Written by Giselle Celeste Smith
You are the Anchor of My Soul, by Your
Instructions I am sown, letting go of my own will,
in place of your own,
Which causes our enemy to
always moan and to groan. Your precious Holy
Spirit is the wind in my sails.
Your Living Word,
is the Rudder guiding me through all my trails. Your
Word in me is always abiding and it always prevails.
Holy Father, your love is my Mainstay and you
are my solid Mast, This I know that your Love for me
will forever last.
Help me to forget, those
things that are behind, by Your Precious Holy
Spirit's Love Divine.
Teach me to live in the
full presence of your Living Word,
full assurance, I know that in Heaven all my prayers
are always heard.
Give me Your Hope, Joy, Success
Always replacing discouragement,
disappointment, failure, and sadness.
Soul to soar with Your Plan for My Life, teaching me
to replace Faith in place of all fright.
to maintain my Most Holy Faith, by Daily continually
seeking Your Face.
Enable me to stand in the
face of adversity then I shall not be weary in well
doing by your Kindness and Your Mercy.
Surety of Your Word be for me the Security of Your
Love, along with the help of your guiding light from
Launch me out into the deep waters help me
to stay awake, watch and pray and not ever to quake.
Guiding me ever upward with Your Confidence, I
choose to only look forward into my Captain's eyes.
Master Carpenter I choose not to be in dread, but
rather Plead Your Blood instead.
I shall continue
to stand, holding firm onto Your Hand,
fighting my good fight, towards Your Heavenly Plan.
One Day in the Presence of My Captain's Quarters
Out weighs, a thousand days in uncharted waters.
Holy Spirit equip me with Your Success,
Full Armor do I possess.
Naked I did come into
But now I am fully clothed in the
Splendor of Your Word.
I shall Forever Behold the
Beauty of Your Holiness.
By Christ Bloodline, I
belong to you and you are mine, you are my holy rest
The Banner of Your Resurrection Love
helps keep me in line,
Your leadership to me is
my Glory sublime.
O Ancient of Days, You
truly are the Captain of My Ship
Your Word and
Your Spirit, prevents dangerous collisions with any
Steady is my journey, Hopeful is my
On earth as it is in Heaven,
with Triumphant Jubilation!
Solid is your Love,
planted in me by Your Precious Holy Spirit from
Sturdy is my Destination, for you are my
My vessel though it may sway
from time to time,
It may seem to falter with
the cares of the waves of this world intertwined.
Yet steady, onward and upward it will go,
is by your Rudder, that causes our enemies plans to
Yes, you are the Anchor of my soul, O
Captain My Captain.
My Master Builder shall not
desert me, but He will remain aboard and keep me
Steady on, steady on, Sturdy she will
This Vessel shall continue on the
Captain's journey don't you know.
and direction in the Captain's hand,
the compass of Christ's Resurrection plan.
This sailing vessel is built by - the Master
He alone knows every part of
its stealth. He alone knows where my next port
of call shall be,
Forever above and beyond all
that I could ever hope to see and still remain free.
For He alone is My Heavenly Door. I give His
Word entrance to this Divine Ship that He adores.
I shall never be lost nor falter or sink. For I know
above all else just what the Master Carpenter shall
He shall say, that I shall always sail
in safe waters,
If I will stand a faithful watch
over my lips, and will not allow my Faith to falter,
Yes, I will keep a watch over my lips, and I'll
reach a safe harbor,
what are the risks - For
trusting in my Heavenly Father's lips?
You are My Captain...You are My Faithful Loving
Heavenly Father .
Giselle Celeste Smith
Son Harvest Graphics
San Marcos, Texas USA
Fifty Days Further
play for Shavuot and Pentecost
play was originally written as a drama for
performance by the children of the congregation that
I attend during the week that encompasses the Jewish
feast of Shavuot, celebrated by the Christian church
as the occasion of Pentecost. It dramatizes the
events of the first chapter of the Biblical book of
Acts. It illustrates rather nicely the effectiveness
of alliterative verse as a vehicle for verse drama.
distance voices are chanting … )
Rise up! Rise up! The road goes before us
The pilgrim’s path to the place of joy!
These heights are near heaven – how we
At the glitter of gold from its glowing walls!
May my soul be swifter than a swallow’s
and rise to its resting place, Jerusalem,
pilgrims, carrying first fruits, sacks of grain,
priest. Priest blows a shofar.)
When Passover has passed, the chief
count Fifty days further. Then from far
God’s people shall gather gladly to
So bring in the fruits of your fields and
Heap up the harvest till hearts overflow,
show it to God, then share with the poor.
Such a mass of men from so many nations!
From Egypt, from Italy, and from Asia
from Phrygia, Pamphylia, and far-off
from Libya, Galilee, and this land of
we have come to proclaim that our King is
and give him due glory for all his great
by now become a crowd scene. Enter two Pharisees,
one of them named Saul, though he may not be the
Saul of the New Testament. It is a common name.)
Saul, are you certain?
This deception is over!
We’ll have no tall tales of tombs
No prophets on donkeys, no palm branches
This fantasy is finished!
I fear that our people still hunger for
That they may!
the Law is the lesson they must learn to respect!
They seek false Messiahs with sin in their
Just give a good show, and that’s good enough
make happy morons! But more is required.
be obedient is better by far,
the proper approach to pleasing our God.
life is the letter of the law. Yeshua –
that man was a maniac or maybe possessed
with parables for prostitutes, preaching that
made law-breaking legal! I’d like to believe
we’ve heard nonsense enough. Never mind him –
of the disciples suddenly spill out onto the street.
praising God in many different languages.)
terra pax hominibus
te. Benedicimus te.
te. Glorifcamus te.
magnam gloriam tuam.
Deus, Rex caelestis,
Fili unigenite Iesu Christe.
Deus, Agnus Dei,
hale un kasan ke
roohe khod be danand
hale mardomi ke
hale pakdelan ke
hale salehan ke
farzandane khoda hastand.
hale ma ke dadim
khod ra be massiha.
fai pe pi eho-oo eta
thamiof: maren thelil
oonof emmon enkhitf:
Chois ek-e nahmen:
Chois ek-e sooten nen moit:
Ef-esmaro-oot enje fi ethnioo
Axios ei labein to biblion,
anoixai tas sphragidas autou,
Hoti esphages kai egorasas toi theoi en toi haimati
Ek pases phulys kai glosses kai laou kai ethnous
epoiesas autous toi theoi hemon basileian kai
hiereis, Kai basileusousin epi tes ges.
Axios estin to arnion to esphagmenon labein
dunamin kai plouton kai sophian kai iskhun
Kai timen kai doxan kai eulogian.
How dare they! They’re drunk! Dowsed to
filled with the fruit of some fervent
They are stewed! They are stoned!
Stripped of all
sense, like mumbling madmen or muttering
Sir, we are sober! Be certain of that.
It’s the middle morning, and when men get
partying past midnight they pass out cold
by the middle morning, or maybe they stir
with hammering head, or with heaving
But look! They’re alert and alive with
Filled with the fruit of a fervent heart!
Their speech is inspired, for the spirit
As was plainly prophesied by the prophet
In the last days – lo – as the Lord
all flesh shall overflow, filled by
For a sign shall be seen in your
daughters – Visions revealed to the
youngest, a deluge of dreams dealt
elders. Man and maid servant will
be moved in
spirit with a prophet’s power –
Saul (aside): (How perfectly
Glory to God! Is this gift upon us?
Consider the man whom miracles attested,
Yeshua of Nazareth. You know what wonders
sent, what signs you saw him achieve.
Yes, his life was taken by lawless men,
who handed him over, helped or stood by?
all this was planned in the presence of God,
whose power he passed the perils of Hell.
its says in the Psalms, Messiah's too holy
the Lord to allow Him to lie in the Pit.
lives now as Lord whom the Lord has raised
we on whom this wonder fell witnessed His glory.
stands in utter astonishment as the
crowd around Peter and the disciples.
Pilgrim (tearing his garments):
are blind! We are blind, and bound up in darkness!
Pilgrim (sinking to his knees):
and Gomorrah are safer from judgement!
Pilgrim (looking at his tzitzit, and speaking
law is no comfort – I am lost indeed.
and brothers – what should we do?!
Repent and confess in the presence of God.
Accept the Messiah’s sacrificed blood
the water that washes you whiter than snow
you too will be filled with fire from heaven,
the Spirit of God spills from your hearts.
pilgrims crowd forward in a kind of babble, speaking
My sin is so great!
O God, I am yours!
turns away in disgust, saying):
Let’s report to the priest. He’ll put down
fear Saul you may find yourself fighting God.
the disciples, and the piligrims now join together
and march joyfully along.)
have gathered together that God may be praised!
fields are full, but few come to work them,
haul in the harvest, and heap it up high!
and disciples together:
Rise up! Rise up! The road goes before us
The pilgrim’s path to the place of joy!
These heights are near heaven – how we
At the glitter of gold from its glowing
May my soul be swifter than a swallow’s
and rise to its resting place, reach
heaven my goal!
© Paul Deane, 2001.
All rights reserved.
Poetry Website at:
A Christian Prayer
the Blood of your Jewish Son, Jesus,
On a day
when 60 years ago
Killing Center of Auschwitz
from the Spirit of Retribution
run to when we are wronged
started the War
devoured millions of
took and still take for granted
greed and pride
to spoil and ruin the lives of others
gave as a gift
that is precious and good
Lives of Others
of the desire
those who are
powerful than we
desire to bleed
they own and are
those who died
our hearts every death
terror went unnoticed
some count now
are all significant
those who Survived,
walked, like you,
tomb one morning
the Jewish Sons
Daughters of the Earth
Accomplishing God's Glory
never deny or forget
suffering of a Nation:
nation that perished in Auschwitz
ones who perish now
why we refuse
God of all
we own and breathe and are
hearts to remember
depth of Love
called us to
Help us to
walk in your
Spirit of Peace
our hearts your Word
to see as brothers
you have called Chosen
stand forever in
defense and mercy.
your Perfect Suffering
Cause of redemption
brothers and sisters
people to find
the Heaven of God
Auschwitz and Now
repentance and truth
In a world
end of Our
Name of the Lord Jesus Christ,
Hear My Dearest
reaching out to you
calling one and all
your heart is broken
hate through out the world
the weeping in your closet
never speak a word
me hold you near me
I want to
pull you close
nothing can ever reach you
children I love you so
Father with his children
shield you from all harm
you from your enemies
shelter of my arms
tear drop in my eye
could only trust me
here to my side
I long to
be your friend
friendship without end
you to my bosom
receive you one and all
Oh Hills Of Israel!
of grace comes shining from your distant hills
incomprehensible, self righteousness dispelled
Righteousness embodied, stood on Israel s land
for Jerusalem, for she couldn't understand
holy mountains; would be covered with the truth
valleys deep and beautiful; Jerusalem made brand new
top of old Mt Calvary, Messiahs love dispersed
God s love
for all of Israel, evident throughout the earth
Oh he has
not forsaken, the object of His love
He came in
flesh to save her, His tender turtle dove
Out of the
creation, He made with His own hand.
forth a body His fullness dwelt within.
of a virgin: He lived before the world began.
that life: a sacrifice: to pay our debt of sin.
oh hills of Israel; do not linger in despair
promise of the Torah, finally has appeared
Mercy s in
your doorway and grace has ###### your house
through out your cities; lifting its voice to shout.
you are beloved, for father Abrams sake
not mourn in sorrow: sin s debt has all been paid!
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