(Spiritual Poem) Thunder The Memories And The Light

THUNDER THE MEMORIES AND THE LIGHT

 

4:30 In the morning listening to the rain outside

Quiet massaging thunder rumbling to distill the night

Do we consider the thunder as the fury of God or His love

O’ listen to the somber drum roll fading off into the night

Thunder the voice of an Angel singing, or a warning of might

 

 

The flash of light it can and will change your life from that time

A near miss, a near that didn’t, you tend to remember the pain

Is it a wondrous thing that you got lit up and yet you survived

In the rumbles deep and low you wonder why you’re still alive

Did the Lord steer the light so we could see our own darkness inside

To The Scepter Above do we humbly and meekly bow even now

 

 

Is it guilt, shame or pride, do we hear the Devil laughing at us now

Our final tally sheet, did we end up doing more good than harm

Something as simple as choking on one’s own spit we can die

None knows if once again we will hear the thunder role then light

Thunder the last thing we hear tonight, or is it forever goodbye

(Spiritual Poem) Walk The Line Toward The Light Of Jesus

WALK THE LINE TOWARD THE LIGHT OF JESUS

 

Walk the Line toward the light of God

Lord please guide the path my feet trod

Please keep my toes from out the grave

Keep the sheets clean upon my bed

 

 

When I go out deep in the night

Please keep a lit lantern in my hand

With my old eyes I stumble and fall

There’s many a bruise upon my head

 

 

Though I try to walk a pure lit path

To every side I still do slip and fall

Our Lord’s hand keeps me from the pit

Why is a straight line so hard to walk

 

 

There is a light so bright that it can not be hid

Try not to step to the right nor the left of its glow

Though short skirts, cocaine, and money may thrill

This same combination can be lethal to life and limb

 

Walk straight our path with God’s light of love in hand

Making ones sins like the grain beneath a grinders wheel

Walk a straight path toward the Light on the Temple Mount

The light that is The Son Of Man that can not be put out

(Spiritual Poem) Thunder The Memories And The Light

THUNDER THE MEMORIES AND THE LIGHT

 

4:30 In the morning listening to the rain outside

Quiet massaging thunder rumbling to distill the night

Do we consider the thunder as the fury of God or His love

O’ listen to the somber drum roll fading off into the night

Thunder the voice of an Angel singing, or a warning of might

 

 

The flash of light it can and will change your life from that time

A near miss, a near that didn’t, you tend to remember the pain

Is it a wondrous thing that you got lit up and yet you survived

In the rumbles deep and low you wonder why you’re still alive

Did the Lord steer the light so we could see our own darkness inside

To The Scepter Above do we humbly and meekly bow even now

 

 

Is it guilt, shame or pride, do we hear the Devil laughing at us now

Our final tally sheet, did we end up doing more good than harm

Something as simple as choking on one’s own spit we can die

None knows if once again we will hear the thunder role then light

Thunder the last thing we hear tonight, or is it forever goodbye

(Spiritual Poem) Praise And Vanity

PRAISE AND VANITY

 

We praise who we are, not what we ought to be

Are we pleased with the mirror, the selfie we see

So vain, or just honesty, not really vanity at all

What we wish for most we worship, this we are

A beautiful bum, Silver Shadow in our garage

What we praise is who we be, who we really are

 

 

Put someone else first, you are an odd one this I see

DC-10, hitch us a ride onto the next large rock barge

Clone us but don’t donate a thing when were dead

So many a plastic neon star self-proclaimed as we are

Through personal praise and ego, a star we know we are

 

 

To whom or what is worthy, that we should ever bow or pray

We know we are so cool, yet we’re one heartbeat from the flame

Wake up dead with Hell’s heat licking our heartless shell of shame

To who is it now that listens to our prayers as we endure the pain

While we’re still breathing, our heart, mind, and Soul, decides today

Careful what we pray for, without humility we show the world our shame

 

(Spiritual Poem) Kodak Moment Of The Soul

KODAK MOMENT OF THE SOUL

 

Snap shot of our Souls taken this moment in our time

Picture taken, was it by the Angel of Death, or of life

People scan our chips so they say that they know us

Smiling eyes hiding in the shadows blade firmly in hand

Having a phony acidic smile pasted on their soulless grin

 

 

We have all chosen to be breathing in this time and space

Our future is now, last breath taken is now historically placed

Tomorrow is grace filled if inside ourselves we choose it to be

Take your mirror, look close, it shows our Souls hiding place

 

 

Ever been ashamed to your bones for things you’ve done

This point in time, this is the only guarantee that we have

Tomorrow, will we have respect or shame for our today

Will this snap shot of today define or end our tomorrows

X-ray of our Soul, will it be posted with a Halo of a Flame

(Spiritual Poem) Babylon The Golden City

BABYLON THE GOLDEN CITY

 

O Babylon, Babylon, the great light to the world

Given the Word of God, it you diluted and polluted

You built your walls and monuments to your greed

The Lord sees the sins you put beneath your feet

 

Know yea not that before the Brothers and Wolves, He was

Through your Pomp and Traditions you have sold your Soul

Your flowing robes and your scepter they lull you to sleep

The Silver and Gold you receive from Kings condemn you

 

The Bride of Christ ye do say ye are, yet it is always for a price

Your walls shall fall upon you as you lay praying for your death

Heavens and Earth shall pass yet who can stay the Lord’s Hand

You have lived in luxury yet have starved the widows and poor

 

All Nations have drank of your wine and of your fornication

You turned the House of God into a Den of Murderers and Thieves

Through miracles, Spirits and Devils will lead you to Armageddon

As none can hide from the Face of God nor the Angels 7th Vile

 

 

(Spiritual Poem) What Is Our Personal Base

WHAT IS OUR PERSONAL BASE

 

This Base of which I speak is not a game

In life some of us run from one to another

When we were born we were born in one

So in culture and family either high or low

 

Our Base can be our foundation or it can be our ruin

The wealthy can dance naked and be applauded for it

Servants who dare sway with the music are called evil

Those born into a lowly Base need only insightful direction

 

The Lords birth was most Base, Humble and Lowly

Yet with all His power He chose to be gentile and meek

Though we be born on dirt we can help form our clay

Life is a selection of Bases upon which we walk or fall

 

For it is the Base children of the world who hear His call

The meek and the lowly, just like He, this world despised

If our love is possessions of this world our Base will crumble

We choose our Base, we die in shifting sands or live on His Rock

(Spiritual Poem) Last Prayer-Ever

LAST PRAYER-EVER
When were you said for me
Last prayer, not of just my own
But when will be the last prayer
That any of our loved ones
Utter up to God our Holy Father
For the likes of you and me
Our loved ones, who have gone on
To the quiet stillness that is beyond
Waiting, the trumpets song to hear
What were the last prayers of theirs
Our loved ones bowed and prayed
For now only God Himself knows
Given to thee, being given in love
Given the chance to pray this day
Do we do it, even one time a day
When was the last time we prayed
We could, we should, we didn’t
O when will that last chance be
How I hope that tonight I will remember
Lord I promise to bow my head and pray
If I only but knew these answers my Lord
That this would be my last chance to pray
If just thirty seconds were left to breathe
What would we really want most to pray
Upon this somber occasion to say to Thee

(Spiritual Poem) Where Is The Faith

WHERE IS THE FAITH

 

Only the fools tell their hearts and self that there is no God

Through ignorance some scourge the very flesh they were given

Is there now no one who seeks the heart and ways of The Creator

Heavens eyes are open to both the good and the evil of our ways

Are there still those among us who fervently seek the Face of God

 

Have we all gone astray forever from the teachings of kindness and good

Do we delight in the suffering and the pain of those we are called to love

Have ourselves and our children no knowledge of the love of our Creator

Great terror there will be when the Trumpet sounds and the clouds roll back

All the powerful plus you and I, will be judged in The Court no one can sway

 

Study to show yourself approved unto God, your family, and to mankind

Be a workman that does not ever need to be ashamed before any man

Man kind has filled the world with evil thoughts and with evil machines

The poor and the weak, are but mule manure to help the powerful grow

Be wise, hug your children, kiss your spouse, follow the Lord’s Holy love

 

Who is it that does not slander with their deeds and with their tongues

Bless the Lord who makes the rich, the powerful, and the poor to be equals

Stand strong like the Cedars of Lebanon and the great California Redwood trees

What is it in our life that means the most to us, friends it is this item, that is our God

In the great by and by, how will our deeds be judged, when The Book of Life is opened