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To
the Sabbath
by Donna Rene Falco
We
will dance and sing, play the
tambourine,
The
flute will sound forth its voice, as the
Lord
my
God wins victories and I give to Him my
choice.
As
high as the sky, as far as the east
are
His thoughts so much better than mine.
His
Spirit groans what my soul cannot say,
"Your will be done, not mine."
Flesh die your last gasp and make rise
no more,
In
His rest your labors are done, take ease
to
perfect what His Spirit adores--
"Your will be done. Not mine!"
As
high as the sky, as far as the east
His
love better than wine: "Your will be
done,
Your will be done, Your will be done.
Not mine."
--donna renee
Farmersville, TX, USA
donna.falco@sbcglobal.net
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Message In The Shroud
By Cecil A.
Dorsett
The natural
and the supernatural combined;
Leaving a true relic of Our Lord's
promised sign:
Blood-stains and a "photo-negative" in
three-D;
Imaged before modern photo-technology.
The evidence is there in the shroud of
Turin:
A crucified Saviour bled and died for
our sins;
The finest and most unique "photograph"
ever__
Could human ability produce this? Never.
A thousand words is suggested by this
picture:
A visual validation of the scriptures.
At Cana the finest wine was made from
water;
Miracles with power is our Lord's
"signature".
Awesome healing power surged at the
woman's touch;
God's resurrection power is the same as
such.
Unknown disciples deemed the linen
shroud precious;
The sign of Jonah
recorded--preserved--for us.
As God's omnipotent power caused the
great fish,
To release from its belly the wayward
prophet;
Who in Nineveh, moved a repentant
people,
To history's greatest spiritual revival;
So His mighty power caused the sealed
guarded tomb,
To release the One whose mission was
seen as doomed.
In the tomb the shroud was found without
the body;
The folded head cloth said that this was
no rob'ry.
Ensuring Christ's death--the spear
thrust was done in vain;
He laid down His life, and He took it up
again;
He was raised because of our
Justification;
Through faith in Him we are God's Sons
by adoption.
God's sinless Son died--we have been
redemed from sin;
Now all those who believe are dead to
sin in Him;
Being baptised into the death of Jesus
Christ;
We also rise up with Him to newness of
life.
The prophesies found in the book of
Isaiah,
Is duly fulfilled in the suffering
Messiah.
Look, the Living God is the God of
Israel;
And the virgin's son, Jesus, is
Immanuel.
This same Jesus, within the truth He has
spoken;
Testifies that the scriptures cannot be
broken.
"Search the scriptures", says He,
"because they tell of me";
"The world's only Saviour, Yes, I Am
He".
Two thousand years passsed without
bodily remains,
Being offered to refute the Apostles'
claims;
So if any more doubters or scoffers
there be;
Empty tomb, picture shroud, is there for
all to see.
Some seek after signs, some after the
world's wisdom;
God gave us a visual of the piercéd One.
The sheep--with child-like faith--will
hear the Shepherd's voice;
The First-fruits of those who sleep
lives! Mankind rejoice!
Cecil A. Dorsett
Nassau, Bahamas
steelpan@batelnet.bs
http://shroudpoem.freespaces.com
TO
BE A MAN OF GOD
by Graham M Barlin
To
be a man of God,
No
earthly joy compares,
There is no price that can be paid
No
worldly gift so fair.
A
tongue that can't be twisted,
Two
eyes that can't be lured,
A
heart that can't be bought with gold
A
mind that can't be snared.
How
precious in God's sight are these
And
yet to find, so rare.
A
godly man that walks the earth
A
Glory beyond compare.
Back To Earth
by Graham M Barlin
When the cries of tumult echo
Down the halls of passing time,
And
history's page is littered
With conflicts lost or won,
When the bones of men lie scattered
Beneath a blazing sun,
Return to earth my brother,
The
battle has just begun.
Though the fallen lie forgotten
In
the crust of dusty earth
And
she rolls on retarded
By
the weight of Adam's curse,
Though the sky be filled with darkness
And
our filth infect the sea,
Return to earth my brother
'Tis how He said it would be.
Though memories fade like embers
as
the sun begins to set,
He
will return in Glory
Yes, He who does not forget.
Though glory to man is nothing
But
the glow of passing fame,
Return to earth my brother
And
you will be born again.
Graham M
Barlin
Centurion,
Gauteng, South Africa
tamalekie@telkomsa.net
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The Game
by Tricia Van Seters
Life
is a game we each must play,
With
purpose and design.
The
rules of life are in The
Book;
The
length of it is time.
You
may decide to play the game
Without the rules
prescribed,
But
then you've played another
game,
You've
played your game..not Mine.
My
Plan,
My
Purpose,
My
Design,
Is
meant to bring you through
This
game of life so hard to play
Unless
you know the rules.
You
may play the game with
gusto,
With
health,
With
wealth and more,
But in
the end you'll lose the game
Because the rules were
yours.
Your
Captain played the "Game of
Life"
With
Beauty and with Grace
He
taught you how to play the
game
For
each one He did taste.
So
seek to learn the rules of
Life
By
following the Son,
So in
the end you'll be the ones
Who
win,
Who
overcome.
My
Blood was shed for all to
share
Eternal Life Divine.
So
play the Game
And by
the rules,
In the
allotted time.....
poem submitted April 2008
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Yeshua is the Son of God Acrostic
by Pat
McAllister, Feb. 19th, 2009
Yeshua
is the Son of God, Who came to set us
free.
Eternal
King of all the earth, He died for you
and me.
Sacrificial
Lamb of God, He cleanses us from sin.
He
waits for us to turn to Him so new life
can begin.
Until
we come before Him in lowliness of
heart,
All
we’ll know is darkness and from Him kept
apart.
He
desires that we choose to turn from
deeds that are not good.
And
purge out the old leaven, such as
malice, so we should.
May
our lives be pleasing in His sight,
should be our aim.
And
may we follow all His Ways and of His
Love proclaim.
Seek
and ye shall find Him, and knock for the
door to open.
He
will answer if you ask, of this He’s
surely spoken.
Image
of our Father He did perfectly project.
And
if you would be like Him, then His
likeness you’ll reflect.
Cast
all your cares upon Him, for He truly
cares for you.
He
gave His Life, what more is there you
think that He should do?
He
is God’s own unspeakable gift to us so
we may know
About
how we should live our lives and the way
that we should go.
Dearly
beloved Son of God, He came to show the
Way.
Entrance
into Heaven is for those who do obey.
Righteousness
is found in those who only Him do serve.
Eternity
is theirs because from Him they did not
swerve.
Consolation
of Israel, devout Simeon would foresee.
He
died a happy man for God’s Promise came
to be.
Healing
Christ did purchase, and by His stripes
we have received.
And
if in faith you ask Him, it is yours if
that’s believed.
Each
child of God lives holy and does keep
his record clean.
May
we remember that to Him all sin He views
obscene.
Each
one of us does owe Him an account for
every word.
Take
heed of every word you speak for every
word is heard.
He
told His own to watch and be prepared
for His return.
And
if we don’t than we will find no light
in our lantern.
Cease
from evil deeds and then do draw upon
His Grace.
He
cautions us to do this so our name He’ll
not erase.
A
fearful time is coming soon, it’s known
as The End of Days.
Yet
those who overcome in Him will receive
His Word of Praise.
If
we’ll draw near to Him in prayer, then
He’ll draw near to us.
May
we with the Holy Spirit’s help be kept
for Him spotless.
Email
Pat!
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WHAT WILL
IT BE
By Lyle Davis, Sarasota, FL
I put
the nails in his hands.
And I
put the nail in his feet.
I
pressed on his crown of
thorns.
And
used my spear to pierce his
side.
My
name is Lucifer.
And I
will not hide.
I want
you as my slave.
For
money and or fame.
What
ever you want,
It's
all the same.
I take
the control,
You
give me your soul.
What
will it be?
Yes or
no
God or
me?
Oh I
see.
God I
ll let this one free.
Because he has chosen thee.
There's still so many more.
That
hasn't knocked on Christ's
door.
What
will it be?
EPIPHANY OF AGAPE LOVE
by Lyle Davis
I had an
EPIPHANY the other day.
The LORD
said to me,
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
You can
have money and such.
But the
love of the LORD,
It can
not touch!
I had an
EPIPHANY the other day,
the LORD
said to me.
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
You can
have the things of man,
but bring
you to the LORD it won’t.
Try all
you can.
I had an
EPIPHANY the other day,
the LORD
said to me.
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
Believe
he died on the CROSS,
it will
bring you to the LORD.
Worldly
things your only loss.
I had an
EPIPHANY the other day,
the LORD
said to me.
AGAPE
LOVE is the way!
He shed
his blood for you and me.
Believe
it son.
He will
set you free!
I had an
EPIPHANY the other day,
the LORD
said to me.
AGAPA
LOVE is the way!
Believe
he cleansed your sin,
with all
of your heart.
The devil
he can’t win!
I had an
EPIPHANY the other day,
the LORD
said to me.
AGAPA
LOVE is the way!
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Agape is
pronounced "ah-GAH'-pay".
It is a Greek
word.
Found first in
the biblical New
Testament,
agape
expresses
the spiritual,
not physical,
love of God for
his people.
It is an
unconditional
love and concern
for others.
Agape
is a love that
accepts everyone
for who they
are.
This is the same
love that God
expressed for us
through the
death of Jesus
Christ, His Son
(1 John 4:9,10).
It is a selfless
love.
Everyone has
capacity for
agape
love.
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The
Poetry of Damian
Balassone
Melbourne, Australia
The
Pulpit and the Parapet
Once I
stood on the parapet
and
looked out over the
crowd,
wine in my hand,
women at my command,
I stood
tall, mighty and proud.
Now I
stand before a pulpit
and sing
these songs of praise,
shaking my tambourine,
surrendering to the
unseen,
I
no longer count the
days.
Jeremiah’s Lament for
Josiah
Then Jeremiah chanted a
lament for Josiah.
–
2 Chronicles 35:25
Weep for
Josiah! He is dead,
the
child-king has been
killed,
and Judah
could go to the grave,
the
promise unfulfilled,
And precious Zion stands
condemned,
Who will
save Jerusalem?
Josiah,
the resilient king
who
overcame the odds,
and led
us back to Je-ho-vah,
and
trampled pagan gods,
Oh people
hear my lamentation:
Who will
heal this broken nation?
Josiah,
who reformed our land
and
strictly kept the Law,
Josiah,
the courageous king
who led
us out to war,
Once
a promised land
for slaves
is now
a mass of tombless
graves.
Weep for
Josiah! He is dead,
the
child-king has been
slain,
the
Egyptian king has
murdered him
upon
Megiddo’s plains,
And
precious Zion stands
condemned,
Who will
save Jerusalem?
Email Damian!
Never Again!
(In Honor of Lieby Kletzky)
Sandra Carlton Duncan
July 17, 2011
Lock your doors and hide
your babies, Certify and arm
your ladies!
There's a war which we must
win, our battle cry is,
"never again!".
The war is evil against
good, which it would stamp
out if it could,
knowing not the irony that
even it would cease
to be!
For even evil is sustained
by the goodness-upheld
frame,
supported by the righteous
ones, bound to G-d's Word,
through His Son!
Yet a time is coming soon,
that time will cease; then
sun and moon,
will find they've been
retired - replaced (!) by
light from our Messiah's
face!
For then, at last, must evil
cease, and all will serve
the Prince of Peace,
and dwell within the loving
Home of Melech Ha Olam's
Shalom!
But for now, still, the
heathen rage, and daily go
on their rampage!
Will we sit by, idly, while
they sin? Or will we fight
on, for - "Never Again!"?
Sandra Carlton Duncan
July 17, 2011
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Marana'tha
by John Zarbo
He has
brought you forth and
gathered you out of the
nations!
From
the dried bones he has made
you a great nation, and
given you Jerusalem as your
inheritance.
He has
given you the strength to
stand firm against the
entire world.
He has
restored your holy language,
resurrected from the dust
that once covered it through
the ages.
A land
that was once dry and barren
he's has caused to prosper
and flourish once more! As
promised, you have been a
great blessing to the
nations, your genius, your
industriousness- all the
world is in your debt!
Does
history have any rival of so
much being brought forth by
so few?
But, as
was also foretold- Oh
Israel, you have become a
burdensome stone for the
world.
The
Paschal sacrifice that you
once welcomed and then
rejected yearns to finally
gather you unto himself.
Emmanuel- whose Temple was
torn down and rebuilt in
three days!
You did
not recognize The Lord when
he came, nor have you paid
him homage in hindsight...
Stubbornly, you wrestle with
God even still!
It is
because of this, that in
spite of God's blessings,
You have not known peace. It
eludes you like the wind
itself. Your enemies are as
thorns in your eye, and all
about you. Hence, true peace
will not come from men or
nations or treaties of
paper.
Only
The Lord can lift the veil
and finally reveal the peace
he has prepared for you! May
he bring the Holy Feasts you
have celebrated in great
faith through the millennia
to divine fruition. Behold,
the one true shalom you have
endured and longed for-
Jesus Christ (Yeshua
HaMashiach)!
It is
you, sons and daughters of
Israel that he has gathered
together. Longing in such
patient vigilance to finally
hear you proclaim, "Baruch
Haba B'shem Adonai."
"Blessed is he who comes in
the name of The Lord."
Hallelujah, Hosanna in the
highest!
John
Zarbo
poetry submitted
4/20/2016
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