Tag: Peace

Not Enough

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It is not enough
To be just one of the crowd
Especially since
Everything I touch
The Lord God blesses through Christ
Leave it to me to bless it also
Then the Spirit of God joins in

Looking back
You are going to wish you knew

Spoke

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I spoke words of life
Muttered my troubles
Conveying strife
That the end was near

Now it has barely begun
And matters have escalated
As the days ostracize me
And I bleed profuse

A suffering like no other
Entered this realm
Making it viable
To anyone

But worry not
If love is abound
For love is really
All that matters

Love Casts No Shadow

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Love casts no shadow
A light that shines so bright
Fills you to the core
Demons flee in fright
As Angels need only stand by

I stood upon the high mountain
One day upon the world stage
Presenting truth and reconciliation
Deification
As Angels were given command

I Believe in God

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I believe in God
Amen

That is my motto. Like it makes what I do matter, I suppose, but what did I do? I am a wretch beside even thee, and if I should compare, I am put to shame and the Lord is Glorious in all He does.

I know what Amen means and it is not just a word to you if you are not blaspheming with it all the time. It has purpose, rather authority when one wields it at the end of a single word, via command.

So I say love one another
Amen

Peace be with you
Amen

My poems are rather rash
The nitty gritty ash
I am but ash
Before the Lord
In all His Glory
So peace be with you
My Heart is gleaming
My hope is in the Lord
I hope in you too

Let us leap that faith together
Over the stone fences and the liars lairs
And into the hearts of the crowds
Bringing peace to the world
By a simple way
Love
That is all it takes
Love in all that you do
Love you

Hatred Has No Place

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Cannot say I am happy
But my happiness is irrelevant
No one cares

I notice things
Little things
That make me want to

Lash out in anger

Call down fire from heaven

To destroy the world that hates
To start all over again
With but a few that remain
But what good is that
When prophets are ignored and scorned

None repent but the few

Truly
I am bone of His Bone
Flesh of His Flesh
A Beloved Son of God

Daughter of God
You have much to learn
About love
About the Love that loves you
And the burden that comes with it

Hatred has no place in a heart of love
Nor by those who surround you

I have poured out signs after signs
As gentle as can I can be
Only to be rejected
But I still love and hold on
Others would rather I die

Being favoured by God
Brings jealous hearts to light
So their jealousy will be lit up
And burned like a fire that cannot go out
For jealousy breeds hate
And hate has no place

Rose

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His Spirit rose in me
His Spirit rose like the dawn
His Spirit like roses
Blooming an otherworldly fragrance
A fragrance sweet and sublime
Leaving me inundated with love
Now I give it back
And stomped on for doing so
I give it back still
It is more than a gift
Who shall receive?

Love, yes

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Today, I give thanks to You, the Lord God, for thy bounty. Even though every day I give thanks for thy food, friends, and family, I also give thanks to you for your true Food that comes in remembrance. The Sacrifice, became a sacrifice. That which comes down from Heaven, has a heart of Love and only Love, whether they be angel or demon, really a fallen angel, that light of life within them is the love of God. They all have it, you have it, I have it. That spark of Life, that spark of Love which ignites all things. If that be separate from God, what remains?  Nothing.

If your hope in Christ Jesus be the very last thing you ever hold onto before you die, He will return to raise you from the dead and you return with Him. Return as in, a living member of the Lamb. Here is something that I remember always: To follow your Heart, a heart of Love will always.

The main message is in there, a message of hope, sadness, and joy, but a renewal of the life of God within and among you all. Some are afraid to see it and say it. Afraid to say what is on His Heart and has been longing to hear from your lips and not just your heart. It is how far we will go to hear and say the words, I Love You, and what those words mean from that soul, the words from the one who’s heart rings it out every day to every one… A woman who called herself B, said once, “God First, neighbor second, myself third. I am third”. Believe in a God who can work wonders and because through His Creatures will you see a world founded on Love and life, not hate nor death.  I prefer to live like someone who is of Love and Life, and need not do the most amazing things to enter the gates of Heaven by Him.

Moments of You

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There are more moments
In my life than not

While thinking of me I am not
But rather of you

Why you
Matters not
Selfish I am not
But in what way

Whatever love is
I would give my life away
Instead He gave me His
In His favour did I convey
A hater I am not

So be bold with your blessings
And I will be bold in my love
That is how you will find me
Says He

But you can find me anywhere
Says He
In the least did we embrace
Kept from love
Of a certain kind

I know and believe in all truth
Sincerity
That I am not
Jesus Christ

But rather one embodied
In the Spirit of Christ
Through the mystical union
Of a certain Sacrifice

The one sacrifice that takes all

For it takes a certain kind of prayer
A prayer of thanksgiving
A prayer of struggle and sacrifice
A prayer of blessings upon the littlest ones

But to those who know of these little ones
If you bless, they will bless
If you curse, they will curse

Woe to you should you curse
Bless instead, trust me
It gets easier
When it reflects in the actions you do

Time to get your hearts in the right place
Believe me
Believe in Love

Forgive

Sons of Thunder

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Did you hear the thunder?
Did you hear it that day?
Did you know?
That it was to call James and John
Together

So the earth shattered echoes with a boom
None felt the wiser
Now love thunders
For the Sons of Thunder
Are Sons of Love