(Religious Philosophy/Poem) Be Careful Where You Step

Be Careful Where You Step

 

My next step, Lord, upon what path do I dare to tread

I pray for guidance with every heartbeat, breath and step

I know not this land that is set before my eyes and feet I walk

Lord please be my light so that Your Spirit doth guide my steps

I wish not to wander blindly with my feet upon shifting sands

For in this life of folly I have walked through many dark places

 

 

Fear can take hold when darkness hides the rattles that you hear

Lord please guide my conscience and keep my mind and body pure

Please guide me from the burning pits of sulfur and brimstone so deep

Lord please embed your guiding Spirit of light into my eyes and my feet

I know these are my latter days, I wish not to stumble into a Demons grasp

Lord please guide my steps so that when I die, I can tell Satan to kiss my ass

(Philosophy/Religious/Poem) Darkness The Thunder And The Light

Darkness The Thunder And The Light

 

Deep in the night as we quietly slumber in our bed

Lying peacefully in the darkness, minds filled with dreams

To a loud clap of thunder our subconscious now awakens

In the darkness we hear the thunder then see the lightning flash

From sleep, or eyes wide open, does the sound of the thunder frighten

Rumblings deep and dark we hear it in all the corners of our mind

 

 

The sounds can slap our souls like the clapping of God’s mighty hands

A loud crack, then the awesome lights from the Heavens come flashing in

Does the lightning bring peace to your soul, or melt your heart within

Do we try to live our lives quietly in the dark, ignoring the signs of the times

Are we at peace within ourselves, with the Maker of the thunder and the light

Thunder can draw one’s attention, lightning a mighty sting, this I know first hand

 

 

August 83 evening storm moving in, bivouac in the Army, living in ignorant bliss

A finger of God reached out and touched me, my body and mind will never let me forget

Each day we open our eyes, we think life is up to us, foolish, it’s up to the Keeper of time

Yes, we can all decide to live our lives in the slumber of Spiritual darkness and denial

When this life that we now live is over, we all have a Soul, and forever somewhere it will live

Where it resides is determined by the life we now live, are we strong, or just chafe in the wind

Thunder, is it the clapping of God’s hands and lightning a sign of His power, friends, He don’t miss

(Religious Philosophy/Poem) Prophet

Prophet

 

What is a Prophet, is there really such a thing in these days that we live

Is it something from our past that mankind in our wisdom has out lived

Who is it that would dare say they are such a thing as a speaker of God

Do we believe things the Scriptures have told us for thousands of years

Today if a person says they are a Prophet do they say this hoping for profit

 

 

Are we living in Spiritual darkness, are these the last days of mankind

Are we living in a time that our ears cannot hear nor can our eyes see

If one stands up and speaks only God’s truth, would anyone of us listen

If we are living in the last days in darkness of which the Scriptures speak

What shall we do, will we know a chosen vessel of God, or will our hearts be cold

Friends, Prophets will be both men and women that God for Himself has chosen

Will our sarcasm, our ignorance and ego’s lead us to live in Hell’s fiery pit below

(Philosophy/Poem) Grace Is The Peace

Grace Is The Peace

 

Grace is the peace that the Lord has given

To him or to her, peace is the Spirit within

Grace is the warm blanket in the cold of night

Peace is the Spirit led Soul in the love of the Light

Love is the trust one has in the Spirit led life

 

 

Grace is always offered, given from the Heart of the Son

It is the Lords Peace that humans often try to run from

Why do humans often try to seek shadows in the darkness

Why do we try to make our lives from the dollar and the gun

There is no love or grace in the darkness we chose to roam

 

 

Man can be so foolish, some prefer darkness instead of the Son

If the Lord’s Spirit indwells you there is no place you can run

The Day of God’s judgement and recompense is soon coming

Through the Grace, love and peace of the Father and His Holy Son

From within us the Spirit of God, Grace and Peace He has given

If we choose to shun God’s Grace, the ignorant in Hell will be living

(Philosophy/Poem) O Say Can You See

My Salute To George W And The Saudi King

 

O Say can you see the Demons in white robes and shirts

Whether in an Office of Oval or in Mecca’s moonlight

O how they smile and they grin as they scheme within

While at the ranch like gay boys they walk holding hands

 

 

Their Black Gold is only a means to their ends

To God or to man they are no ones friend

Your God is power and wealth, you’re dead within

Your prayers to the Father are an abomination to Him

 

 

Their prayers are only for others consumption

As they try to conceal the Demons glowing within

You hypocrites, can you see your Master awaits

At the lake filled with fire, this eternity, your fate

 

 

While it is still day and your night has not yet set

Even though evil as both your lineage has always been

For our Leaders the Lord said we should always pray

Praying you will change your spots and avoid Hell’s gate

(Philosophy/Poem) The Beginning Of Sorrows

 

 

THE BEGINNING OF SORROWS

 

For those who seek God in all they choose to do

Fear not when you are brought before the judges

When you are beaten and jailed, do not fear them

Speak exactly what God’s Spirit gives you to speak

These words shall be a testimony against them

Your words will give Spiritual freedom to you

 

 

Brother shall for sport, kill their own brothers

Fathers filled with rage shall kill their own children

You Child, be wise, seek The Lord God in all that you do

Fear not even though you will be hated above all Earth’s people

The Lord fulfilled The Law, His rest He takes He takes from them

Do not live like a fool, await His return through love and faith

Stand fast, live your life with your heart and Soul ruled by God

 

 

Before the final Tribulation, horrors we shall all see, do not fear them

Upon the Temple Mount, the Devil has planted His Throne and feet

Upon Earth’s skies, no light shall be seen as Satan’s Evil Reign Begins

The Lord will shorten days upon the Earth, no Saints would be found

God’s Holy City, Jerusalem, not one stone shall remain upon another

These Child are the beginning of the Human Race’s greatest sorrows

Question your own mind child, are these Beginnings what you now see

(Philosophy/Poem) I Saw An Angel Of The Lord And Lived

I Saw An Angel Of The Lord And Lived

 

This poem is derived from a writing of King David of Israel about one of his sins in regards to the counting of the people of Israel even though God told him not to do it. This Scripture is found in 1 Chronicles 21: 15-27.

 

O my Lord my God what evil I have done in your sight

You told me not to number, but yet I ordered it done

Nine plus months my Generals did gather the count

One point one million ready to draw the sword

Not counting the women and children they do guard

 

 

The message from God, an arrow through my soul

Three choices, to heavy for any one man to bare

Three days of pestilence upon God’s holy land

Seven years of famine upon the King and the land

Or, flee for three months before those that want my head

O Lord how greatly I Your servant have sinned

 

 

The pestilence I have chosen upon your people and land

My sin, caused the death of seventy thousand valiant men

O’ Lord You have opened my eyes, my ego You have crushed

The Lord’s Angel now I see, my fright now deep into my bones

Lord thank you for staying the hand of Your Angel

Thank you Lord for sparing Your Holy City, Jerusalem

 

 

For fifty shekels of silver, Oman’s threshing floor I did buy

Offering to you Lord, sweet fragrances to your Throne on high

Thank you Lord for staying Your Angel’s wrath from our head

By the gift of Your great mercy O Lord I’ll not disobey again

My eyes have seen one of Your Holy Angels my sweet Lord

By Your mercy O Lord, I and Your people You allowed us to live

(Poem) Independents: Dead Dog’s In The Middle

 

Dead Dogs In The Middle

 

Independents, just who do you think you are

How dare you not conform to the Red or the Blue

Do you honestly think you are a prize to be coveted

You are just like all the rest of the deceived fools

 

 

General Powell, a man of Honor spoke it so well

Houston’s Blue Convention in the Lone Star State

Americas “Sensible Center” has no representation

Daggers to the Left and the Right, follow or fall

 

 

They care not how much of your blood they spill

Their only concern is to take all your money and will

Hate Mongers, God has no part in them, or they in Him

They care not of who they starve or jail, as long as they win

 

 

Independents, in the Spring it is you that they totally ignore

Yet in the Fall you are the Red Meat they seek to deceive and devour

Remain in the Middle, then at their table you will never get to eat

Voters are just the Dead Dog’s In The Middle with never a seat

 

 

 

Poem: Breathless

Breathless

 

Breathless as the womb expands

Breathless till child’s bottom receives it’s very first hand

The cry all parents long for, music to all Grand-Parents hearts

The only time we ever wish to hear our child cry

The child grows from crawling then walking

As all the parents hold their breath

Watching and wondering and waiting

What choices will our little angel make

 

Breathless anticipation, the good we hope for

The bad we pray they will learn from

And never again let it darken their face

As age takes hold of our bodies

We look back upon the life that we lived

Traveling our nation’s highways

In the motor home that our child did give

The vistas of God’s beauty surrounds us

Breathless beauty, where man’s footprint seldom tread

 

Nearly breathless as we are but a step or two

From the calling of the earth, the destiny we all must face

Breathlessly we look back one last time

At the beauty of our children and theirs

Death has only a minute sting as we lay breathlessly in God’s earth

Knowing at His trumpet we will fully see the good and the bad

Breathlessly, hoping to behold our loved ones faces once again

Breathlessly hoping for a smile, not anger, upon our Creators face

Quiet Night

 

Quiet Night

Doth one tremble in the day

Anxiety ripping through one’s flesh and bone

Trembling for what the night’s darkness holds

Do we stumble and fall while in the light

So afraid of what the night will show

Turn not thy foot from the door as night doth set

If we step into the dark of night

Doth the shimmering light still guide our step

As it fades ever dimmer beneath the streets

Do we fear that which we do not know

Do we stumble upon that which we cannot see

Do the stars shine does the moon give it’s glow

O child of man so foolish are we

Bed down in your castle

Where candles and lanterns abound

Walk in the light while it still can be found

Keep your door closed to the darkness

The viper awaits, no sound did it make

Attached to your shin your death it awaits

Six feet closer to Hell in the darkness you wait

You chose to walk in the darkness of this world

Now the lake of your new Master awaits

Can you smell the sulfur as Your Soul He takes