Theology of Race and Hate

RACE AND HATE

 

God doesn’t care what color a person’s skin is, just who the heck do we think we are, do we think we are smarter than God? Racism is stupid and evil, so is hate, so is violence. Humans are so ignorant and so evil, it is sad. Truth will not be tolerated in our country because the tail is waging the dog. The 1% who control the media and the politics in our country are simply evil and they are doing everything they can to promote their views upon the rest of the world. This morning on GMA there was an advertisement of a very young girl, a singer, who is going to be on their program soon. I guess she is popular and she is very pretty but what my wife and I noticed was in the advertisement she was trying to be as sexy as she possibly could be through all of her actions and movements, if you didn’t know she was a singer you might well think she was getting ready to do a strip show. Our society is in sad shape. If we don’t very soon start viewing the world through Jesus’s eyes and not through the eyes of our races this country is going to implode. The problem is we are to stupid as a Nation to change the evil path we are on. It is sad to me because I love this country, I love the land and I love all the people because I just don’t care what your skin color is and I pity those who do put color first in their lives. For people whose hearts are ruled by hate the Devil is waiting on you to come join him in his retirement pad. If your heart is filled with hate you are already walking with him now hand in hand to your eternal home. I only feel sorrow for you, not hatred. I just ask all people to please, consider our ways before it is too late for our Country and for our own Soul.

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(Poem Of Faith) Knowing Comfort

KNOWING COMFORT

 

Comfort is knowing and living a Holy Spirit led life

Though we be dead to the world in Christ ye shall arise

From the shout of an Archangel we shall see Jesus on High

The dead shall arise and they shall not die the second time

If we love the Lord we shall again see our loved ones smiles

 

It is wrong to be idle, do your work to help save all you know

Work with your hands yet study the will of God to survive

Without love, without faith, the Lord’s Spirit does not abide

For who will defraud their Mother and starve their own child

A father or mother who loves their child will give them comfort

 

It is the will of our Creator that we should all be morally clean

We have all been given the charge to be comfort one to another

The world cannot see nor understand the Spirit of God within us

Ask for what we need in God’s name, His Spirit intercedes for us

If we love Christ then keep His commandments and know His comfort

 

(Love Poem) My Terrapin Girl

My Terrapin Girl

 

There once was a little Terrapin girl, she was born smiling, burping, and farting. With her little legs she did stumble as she was learning to waddle. Many times she fell on her bum, she was in such a hurry to grow up she thought childhood to be no fun.

 

At an early age she was bright and witty, much smarter than all the rugrats in her fair city. By the age of three she had taught herself how to read. If not for the laws saying she had to attend, of school she would have no need. By first grade she was already smarter than most of the old farts and bitties.

 

A young lady she was, a young lady she is, this Angel was in the state of Ozark when I met her, to my heart she has been like a fresh morning sun. I brought her to the east to be near her pappy, but these hills of the Smokey’s have made her allergies do nothing but run.

 

This bright little woman is still a spring breeze to my heart. As age dims my eyes my lady and I have western Colorado in our thoughts. Though I can’t help but wonder if you Lord will grant me the time for my lady and I to walk and live for a while in this old dinosaur park.

 

Either way these years have been a great ride with my lady and son by my side. Lord, I do have to say that through your grace you have given this old Blue Ridge Mountain boy’s heart more love and joy than I could have ever deserved. Thank you lord for giving me my bride, this sweet little Terrapin girl.

(Wisdom Poem) What Is Wisdom

WHAT IS WISDOM

 

What is wisdom that a man should seek it out

Wisdom is like a halo upon the head of the wise

The fool avoids instruction and sleeps in his mire

Loneliness will follow you if you play a Jester’s hand

The teachings of a father keeps his child from the stocks

 

Only a fool will turn from the wisdom of the Lords love

If you fear the Lord you have begun to obtain knowledge

The Lord’s words are wise but the fool sees only darkness

Can your Soul understand a parable or a proverb, can you see

A true wise man will aid the simple but only with discretion

 

Can one be wise in the Lord if they cannot understand His instructions

To have true wisdom one must have the Lord as your heart and Soul

To turn your back on God’s wisdom is to condemn your own Soul

The wise will avoid laziness, painted women and the lure of fine gold

Only a true fool chooses to live their life as if there is no All-Mighty God

 

The proverb is written in wisdom yet the simple will not be able to understand

Honor without humility shows that you have no love or wisdom in your Soul

The child who refuses the wisdom of his elders is a Soul lost in the wilderness

A wise parent will not avoid instruction or discipline if they love their child

To refuse wisdom is to refuse love and the Lord who created both love and wisdom

(Love Poem) Tear Drops On Her Heart

TEAR DROPS ON HER HEART

 

The dribble on the stick

Says she is a Mom to be

Boy ran off didn’t wanna hear it

Clinic could remove Her, or live in shame

 

Go through a Church and quietly have Her

Boy feels no shame for the crime committed

Give your Baby back to God, or a life with others

Keep Her for yourself even if your family shuns Her

 

Takes a will of steel to say you’ll keep Her

Without a Daddy there are two hearts breaking

Piety sticks their nose where they have no business

Single Mom’s life is filled with love and hardships

 

Someday a Man may appear, be a true Prince Charming

A true Man, not a Boy, to become a Husband and a Daddy

Takes a lot more than sex to become a Woman of a Man

Tear drops on Her heart as she holds and Keeps Her Baby

(Love Poem) High Winds

HIGH WINDS

 

Not tired so I decided to stay up a while tonight

No particular reason, just that I wished to tonight

About one A.M. I start to hear the high winds roll

Down the Pass straight to our home they blow

The house creaks and cracks to say it’s hello

 

Wife sound a sleep at the back-end of the house we share

Winds always bother her, she has lived in the alley of big blows

My lady had snoozed so I ushered her to bed about midnight

A big blow once picked up her car with her and her baby inside

It sat them back down on the highway, still unhurt and alive

 

Sweet dreams to my Lady, sleeping quietly tonight

Wrapped up with her Boo kitty all snuggled in tight

About five A.M. now, it think the big winds have died

Big winds can be so soothing, or, bring a chill to your bones

Sleep well my Lady, the high winds meant nothing tonight

 

 

Heart Cath this morning

Getting ready to leave in a couple of minutes to go to the VA in Lexington Ky for another heart cath. Scheduled to begin it at 10:30 EST. The doctors want to see if my heart is able to handle a neck and low back surgeries later this spring. I have had a couple of other heart surgeries in my past and it is not in very good condition. If everything goes perfect I will be back home this evening, if there are minor issues I might have to stay there a night or two. But if there are major issues this might be my last note to you. I wish each and every one of you God’s peace, grace and love, I wish you all well.—ted

(Spiritual Poem) Holy Man By Choice And By Grace

HOLY MAN (OR WOMAN) BY CHOICE AND BY GRACE

 

Like it or not we are what we are chosen and given

We can choose our path, to the light or to the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if we see it or not

We choose to walk in the light or the shadows dark

 

 

Not by accident, because it is a choice that’s made

I am what I am whether with a Halo or a Pitchfork

Do we love the Son of God, more than mans toys

We all sin daily for just like you, I am only a man

Holy Ones have the Soul of a Lion and heart of a dove

 

 

If I forgive, and hold not your sins against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

Being a Man of God is an honor it is Lord given

Not from our own righteousness, but His grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

 

 

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed to be

To have my Soul full of strength and my heart of love

Always willing to speak what we now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that we dare to speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is not a life for the meek

(Philosophy Love Poem) Old Poems And Old Folks

OLD POEMS AND OLD FOLKS

 

Old poems, from where do they generate their light

Old minds, is this what is required to create a past life

Old memories, of what really happened can fluctuate

Old eyes can dim, but the wit and the Soul can stay bright

Old ears can close yet the laughs of yesterday still do remain

Old poems like people can be hate filled or even kind of sweet

 

Old poems, from where do they linger or draw their breath

Old by-gone years and the loved ones those memories possess

Old days of your childhood, whipped and worked like a dog

Old school systems that taught nothing of real life to the child

Old school sweethearts, would’ve been nice if someone had cared

Old poems like dreams allows the heart and mind to fantasize, what if

 

Old poems can bring tears of joy or sometimes tears of pain to the psych

Old lives lived, would we really want to go back in time, do it all again

Old friendships like time itself somehow fade or grow with the ticking clock

Old loves and lovers through poem rekindle the first time they kissed

Old couples on the swing holding hands, sun setting in the glory of God

Old poems can open a dead heart and bring it back, to see the next sunrise

 

(Humor Poem) Queen Piggy

QUEEN PIGGY

 

Queen Piggy we inherited her when cancer

Took her mommy from this earthly world

She was a mere six months old

When she came prancing and dancing

Into our family’s little fold

 

 

She was so cute you just had to hold and love her

For wherever she was, she always stole the show

Everyone who ever cast their eyes upon her

Would soon lose their heart to this hairy little girl

For 18 wonderful years she ruled our little home

 

 

To her, every hand she met was a new friend

For everyone always wanted to pet and hold her

So cute partly because of her snarly little grin

You see, Queen Piggy was a Pekingese puppy

With smashed snout, hairy toes and toothy smile

 

 

Everyone that she met was now her newest best friend

We loved this little girl as to our home, light she did bring

But now it’s the Angels turn to smile with Queen Piggy

Flying around Heaven tucked up underneath their wings

Here on earth we will always miss her and her sweet love

 

 

All the smiles she brought we will always miss her

But who am I or we to complain of missing her love

For last night in my dreams the scene I did see her

I saw Piggy fast asleep being petted by our Savior

There in Heaven upon the Good Lord’s knee