The Devil does not confess anything
He's a liar, hypocrite, who is dieing
Inside hiding out though he is trying
To please himself in the work of giving
Glory to all who mimic his mirror imaging
Of pride and arrogance for the knitting
All religious mankind on earth sitting
As god each their own throne residing
Where love and war is negotiating
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 Devil using
Others for the satisfaction of abusing
No law to obey for those rebelling
And all laws remain on those painting
Them selves like god in their shining
Both evil and good to GOD are stinking
In vanity and to Hell will be going
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 humble learning
For the immortal, never to this is an ending
Except for Lucifer of his throne stealing
Power from the Almighty who is obliging
Him to claim those of HIS this surprising
Yet GOD 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 GOD resting
On HIS WORD of mercy to be erasing
Her sin forever from memory of the asking
Ask 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 crying
In labor and near to death is confessing
All her crimes against GOD and shedding
The idols of shame and guilt for a blessing
For condemnation is for those killing
In prideful hate the world destroying
Life on earth all who are not willing
To be a mirror of the Devil his imaging
No mercy for the saint or sinner pleading
The ##### of Babylon consumes those bleeding
In this the Devil won't confess anything
Will you be the ##### for blessing or the cursing?
The Lord looks down from Heaven at Human beings,
The way they walk through life,
Oh how the Lord Yeshua,
Needs His perfect wife.
The bride of Yeshua,
Like none other,
A perfect body,
With a perfect cover.
>From the mother womb,
We were born to this Earth,
God indeed did know us well.
But, He also knew another thing,
A thing He did not tell.
That Yeshua died for His Bride,
So Humble, without pride.
He died so that the Jewish nations could be restored,
Once more we could come to know.
In Yeshua, Ha Messiach we would love
And show.
To find the freedom that we could have,
With Yeshua through our nation.
And when that day would come,
We would have the perfect revelation.
You can be sure that on judgement day,
Everyone of us will give a a perfect account,
Of every useless word spoken,
But Yeshuah's love is one that lasts
God gave us His son as a special token.
If only people would look and see,
Ha Messiach is standing firmly,
Rooted to the tree.
So that we can all be set free.
Although Virgin Israel has fallen,
Some say never to arise,
Wait to the day comes,
When Ha Messiach,
Will come back,
To take back His bride.
The Lord Yeshua,
Has won His battle,
The very day He died.
He did not die,
But arose from the dead,
To take back His Bride.
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.
The Word
I
Am That I Am
by Richard Krutsinger
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 and God
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
Not running falling flowing rather into the song
A lullaby for babes and wise then all would hear the hallowed cry
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
A solace in the womb to kindle fires upon the loom eternity
O Captain ~
You Are My Captain!
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,
With your full assurance, I know that in Heaven all my prayers
are always heard.
Give me Your Hope, Joy, Success and Gladness,
Always replacing discouragement, disappointment, failure, and
sadness.
Empower My Soul to soar with Your Plan for My Life, teaching me
to replace Faith in place of all fright.
Help me 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.
Let the Surety of Your Word be for me the Security of Your Love,
along with the help of your guiding light from above.
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,
Always 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,
Your Full Armor do I possess.
Naked I did come into this world,
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 divine.
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 other Ship.
Steady is my journey, Hopeful is my final destination,
On earth as it is in Heaven, with Triumphant Jubilation!
Solid is your Love, planted in me by Your Precious Holy Spirit
from above.
Sturdy is my Destination, for you are my Revelation Dove.
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,
For It is by your Rudder, that causes our enemies plans to
abort..
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 afloat,
Steady on, steady on, Sturdy she will float..
This Vessel shall continue on the Captain's journey don't you
know.
With purpose and direction in the Captain's hand,
Guided by the compass of Christ's Resurrection plan.
This sailing vessel is built by - the Master Carpenter Himself.
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 think ---
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?
O Captain, You are My Captain...You are My Faithful Loving
Heavenly Father .
Note: This 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.
(In the distance voices are chanting …
)
Pilgrims:
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 rejoice
At the glitter of
gold from its glowing walls!
May my soul be
swifter than a swallow’s wings
and rise to its
resting place, Jerusalem, my goal!
(enter pilgrims, carrying first
fruits, sacks of grain, etc.)
(enter priest. Priest blows a shofar.)
Priest:
When Passover has
passed, the chief priest shall
count Fifty days
further. Then from far and near
God’s people
shall gather gladly to praise him.
So bring in the
fruits of your fields and pastures,
Heap up the
harvest till hearts overflow,
show it to God,
then share with the poor.
Pilgrims:
Such a mass of
men from so many nations!
From Egypt, from
Italy, and from Asia Minor,
from Phrygia,
Pamphylia, and far-off Persia,
from Libya,
Galilee, and this land of Judah
we have come to
proclaim that our King is God,
and give him due
glory for all his great wonders!
(This has 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.)
First Pharisee:
Saul, are you
certain?
Saul:
This deception is
over!
We’ll have no
tall tales of tombs standing open,
No prophets on
donkeys, no palm branches waving!
This fantasy is
finished!
First Pharisee:
I fear that our
people still hunger for marvels.
Saul:
Ha! That they
may!
But the Law is
the lesson they must learn to respect!
They seek false
Messiahs with sin in their hearts.
Just give a good
show, and that’s good enough
to make happy
morons! But more is required.
To be obedient is
better by far,
And the proper
approach to pleasing our God.
Our life is the
letter of the law. Yeshua –
that man was a
maniac or maybe possessed
with parables for
prostitutes, preaching that love
made law-breaking
legal! I’d like to believe
we’ve heard
nonsense enough. Never mind him –
What’s this?
(A crowd of the disciples suddenly
spill out onto the street.
They are praising God in many
different languages.)
(simultaneously)
First Disciple:
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Et in terra pax hominibus
Bonae voluntatis.
Laudamus te. Benedicimus te.
Adoramus te. Glorifcamus te.
Gratias agimus tibi
propter magnam gloriam tuam.
Domine Deus, Rex caelestis,
Deus Pater omipotense.
Domine Fili unigenite Iesu Christe.
Domine Deus, Agnus Dei,
Filius Patris.
Qui tollis peccata mundi,
Miserere nobis.
Second Disciple:
Khosh be hale un kasan ke
Faghre roohe khod be danand
Khosh be hale mardomi ke
Malekane un jahanand.
Khosh be hale frutanan
Khosh be hale rahiman
Khosh be hale meskiman
Khosh be hale shoma.
Khosh be hale pakdelan ke
Khosh be hale salehan ke
U ra binand chonke
Aanan farzandane khoda hastand.
Khosh be hale gham-gosaran
Khosh be hale maatam-daran
Khosh be hale ma ke dadim
Ghalbe khod ra be massiha.
Third Disciple:
Alleluia: fai pe pi eho-oo eta
ep Chois thamiof: maren thelil
en ten oonof emmon enkhitf:
O Ep Chois ek-e nahmen:
O Ep Chois ek-e sooten nen moit:
Ef-esmaro-oot enje fi ethnioo
khen ef raan
em ep Chois:
Alleluia.
Fourth Disciple:
Axios ei labein
to biblion,
Kai anoixai tas
sphragidas autou,
Hoti esphages kai
egorasas toi theoi en toi haimati sou
Ek pases phulys
kai glosses kai laou kai ethnous
Kai epoiesas
autous toi theoi hemon basileian kai
hiereis, Kai
basileusousin epi tes ges.
Axios estin to
arnion to esphagmenon labein
Ten dunamin kai
plouton kai sophian kai iskhun
Kai timen kai
doxan kai eulogian.
Saul:
How dare they!
They’re drunk! Dowsed to the gills,
filled with the
fruit of some fervent vine!
They are stewed!
They are stoned! Stripped of all
sense, like
mumbling madmen or muttering fools!
Peter:
Sir, we are
sober! Be certain of that.
It’s the middle
morning, and when men get drunk
partying past
midnight they pass out cold
by the middle
morning, or maybe they stir
with hammering
head, or with heaving guts.
But look! They’re
alert and alive with joy,
Filled with the
fruit of a fervent heart!
Their speech is
inspired, for the spirit moves them
As was plainly
prophesied by the prophet Joel.
In
the last days – lo – as the Lord proclaims
all
flesh shall overflow, filled by my Spirit.
For a
sign shall be seen in your sons and
daughters – Visions revealed to the very
youngest, a deluge of dreams dealt to their
elders. Man and maid servant will be moved in
spirit with a prophet’s power –
Saul (aside): (How
perfectly mad.)
Pilgrims (together):
Glory to God! Is
this gift upon us?
Peter:
Consider the man
whom miracles attested,
Yeshua of
Nazareth. You know what wonders
God sent, what
signs you saw him achieve.
Yes, his life was
taken by lawless men,
But who handed
him over, helped or stood by?
Yet all this was
planned in the presence of God,
by whose power he
passed the perils of Hell.
As its says in
the Psalms, Messiah's too holy
for the Lord to
allow Him to lie in the Pit.
He lives now as
Lord whom the Lord has raised
And we on whom
this wonder fell witnessed His glory.
Saul stands in utter astonishment as
the
pilgrims crowd around Peter and the
disciples.
First Pilgrim (tearing his
garments):
We are blind! We
are blind, and bound up in darkness!
Second Pilgrim (sinking to his
knees):
Sodom and
Gomorrah are safer from judgement!
Third Pilgrim (looking at his
tzitzit, and speaking quietly):
The law is no
comfort – I am lost indeed.
The Pilgrims together:
Men and brothers
– what should we do?!
Peter:
Repent and
confess in the presence of God.
Accept the
Messiah’s sacrificed blood
as the water that washes you whiter
than snow
Then you too will
be filled with fire from heaven,
Till the Spirit
of God spills from your hearts.
(The pilgrims crowd forward in a kind
of babble, speaking variously) :
Pilgrims:
Save me!
I’m sorry!
My sin is so
great!
Forgive me
Be gracious!
O God, I am
yours!
(Saul then turns away in disgust,
saying):
Saul:
Let’s report to
the priest. He’ll put down this folly.
2nd Pharisee:
I fear Saul you
may find yourself fighting God.
(Peter, the disciples, and the
piligrims now join together and march joyfully along.)
Peter:
We have gathered
together that God may be praised!
The fields are
full, but few come to work them,
So haul in the
harvest, and heap it up high!
Pilgrims 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 rejoice
At the glitter of
gold from its glowing walls!
May my soul be
swifter than a swallow’s wings
and rise to its
resting place, reach heaven my goal!
