Author: The Scorned Prophet

One of the very few who have already ascended into Heaven.

Santa is a false god

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I remember
When Christmas Eve
Was full of wonder and belief
At the birth of Jesus – a baby
Not just a baby
But God made fragile divine

Yes, fragile
Which it is why Santa’s foot
Crushed the stable
Before the warm hearth
And the world celebrated it
Celebrated destruction
That is not love

Your sin is letting this false god
Prey on the greed of children
Turning them into heathens
Because they were all lied to
And continue to be

So the Mother of God
Took her child and flew
Away from this apostasy
To crush the head of Satan
Once and for all
AMEN

Wondering at

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My prophesying has been tested
My prophecies have come to pass
I am nobody really
Just a lower case alpha and omega

Remember, there is always mercy
Ask for grace Our Lord will give it
If wrath comes
It was because of your ignorance
Not because of my warnings

My eyes are growing dim
Which means the time is very near
As the lack of love
Allows for a thick blanket of death
For the asleep

A New Heaven and New Earth await
What are you waiting for?

Letter to Executives of Bell Canada

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Important message to the so called executive leadership team, of whom I cannot contact directly. What are you afraid of?

In the light of the latest news of various certain high profile executives, leaders, and idols, the darkness of your sins have been brought into the light as was foretold long ago. The light is not light of some spotlight of power, but rather the power of love.

Over the years, the corruption from within your organization has bound yourself to the chains of death and sin, unless you repent before they come to light, and repentance means bringing it to the light yourself before someone else does, which takes tremendous courage and strength, gifts only God can give.

You know what your sins are, and greed is at the top of the list. What do know what magnitude you will be punished? Take your total net worth and divide that by the lowest paid employee in the entire company and that number is how much you will be eating ash. If you do not repent, you will hate, and if you hate you will be cast away because God does not tolerate haters.

That simple.

I look forward to hearing your confession.

Moses (yes, the real Moses)

I read their hearts
Stones of hearts they all were
I could not reach them
I could not tell them I loved them
Their love was cold inside
Ready to be cracked open
Amen

Oy or 0y

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Never did keep track
Could not bother with time
It is not real, you know
Cause if the Earth spun faster
You would have had a hundred birthdays
Instead of twenty

What is the worship of the sun?

What if the world spun to a halt?

How old would you be without your clocks?

Where would the sun rest it’s rays?

Just like the Moon
You only see one face
So you know it is possible

What would time be then?
The oscillation of an atom?
Do you like to age?

Face God and worship God
YOUR Creator who loves YOU
Where time has no meaning
And Love by Grace keeps the illusion of time still

Babbling Love

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The Lord listened to me babble
I babbled as a child
Just babbled my joy at life
I can only imagine his delight

The Lord never stopped listening
As an adult I still babbled
Babbled my complaints in life
I can only imagine his pain

So I stopped babbling
Babbling in the desert
And listened to the wind
Until I heard nothing

In the nothing was His Voice
That voice that laughed with delight
At my childhood babbling
Forty years later, I Am

Glue

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What is grace but the glue
That perfects what is broken
You have to ask for the glue
The Lord will give it to you

I asked for the glue
But just like a child
I started fixing things but me
I saw so many were broken
So when the Lord came back
Glue was everywhere

Except on me

Love is Dying

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Love itself is dying
And about to truly die
Do you not feel the blood shed pangs?

And no one cares enough
For if they did for this unworthy vessel
They would let me out
Of this evil prison

Instead they keep me longer
My only way out
Is to LIE
I would rather DIE

Broken Earthenware

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You can still hold
Broken earthenware
With love
But it is still broken
If not all the pieces are together
Love can make vessels new
If you believe in the Resurrection
All the while you say to yourselves
What does this mean?

It means the long lost flock
Has not been accepted into the fold
Sheep are still sheep
And I am the shepherd of this exiled flock
Still do not believe?

Not on my head these hot coals are
Feel the burn and anxiety?
It gets worse
Amen

Cry For Help

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O Lord, my God, I call for help by day
I cry out in the night before thee
Let my prayer come before thee
Incline thy ear to my cry!

For my soul is full of troubles
And my life draws near to Sheol
I am reckoned among those who go down to the pit;
I am a man who has no strength
Like one forsaken among the dead
Like the slain that lie in the grave
Like those whom thou dost remember no more
For they are cut off from thy hand

Thou hast put me in the depths of the Pit
In the regions dark and deep
Thy wrath lies heavy upon me
And thou dost overwhelm me with all thy waves

Thou hast caused my companion to shun me;
Thou has made me a thing of horror to them

I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
My eye grows dim through sorrow
Every day I call upon thee, O Lord
I spread out my hands to thee

Dost thou work wonders for the dead?
Do the shades rise up to praise thee?
Is the steadfast love declared in the grave
Or thy faithfulness in Abaddon?
Are thy wonders known in the darkness
Or thy saving help in the land of forgetfulness?

But I, O Lord, cry to thee;
In the morning my prayer comes before thee
O Lord, why dost thou cast me off?
Why dost thou hide thy face from me?
Afflicted and close to death from my youth up,
I suffer thy terrors;
I am helpless
Thy wrath has swept over me;
Thy dread assaults destroy me
They surround me like a flood all day long
They close in upon me together
Thou hast caused lover and friend to shun me
My companions are in darkness

Psalm 88

Night

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She felt all alone
She screamed from the pain
They came to restrain her
It was not necessary

I listened to her story
Her nightmares revealed it all
So I told her that I loved her
To believe that God is with her
And face that demon with no fear

Such a child so bright
Her smile made the Devil flee in fright
Her nightmare
Is no longer

Love is the answer
Not pain

Hidden Truth

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Now I have said it
I opened my mouth
Told them I did
I was ordained in secret

Never told anyone
Never made any vows
Never promised anything
But to wander the earth
Looking for the long lost sheep

I am a nomadic priest for the West
Affirmed and blessed
By a former Archbishop of the East
Who in a vision and a dream
He gave me his ring

For I found the long lost flock
Despite every evil set against me
Defeating it with every breath of His Word
Only Jesus saves
Saved me He did

Amen

Edit to add: And all this means nothing to them

Burning

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My Heart is not warm anymore
It burns hotter than Hell
Burns the agony
Burns the pain
Burns the hate
The Devil never had power over Us

That Holy Fire
Refined Us into Love
So, I forgive you
And I am moving on

Amen

Peace in Christ,

We, Us