Skeleton Tree

Skeleton tree against the blue and pink…

What secrets does the night time keep

Time flies by, as you stand still

Birds they sing, their nigh time shrill

Skeleton tree against the blue and pink…

Tell me your tales and what you think

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A little prayer for my baby Grandson Oliver…

 

Oh Oliver, let’s go down…

 down to the river and pray.

 That this old life gets washed away…

 wash it away.

Rom 6:4  We were buried therefore with him through baptism unto death: that like as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, so we also might walk in newness of life.

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Wondrous love, my window

I sit at the window.

running through the times

round and round they go.

pitter pat droplets run

make a race, which one will fall.

dampness all around

the wind it howls…

 

Bellowing through my window.

around the trees

the leaves do blow.

dance the dance

round and round it goes.

the grass it bends to and fro

droplets fly

crystal diamonds in the sky.

wispy darkness

mystery night…

 

Darkness through my window.

oceans heave

enticing first time maidens.

surface tensions

upon the shore.

tempest comes

I shake in waiting…

 

my wondrous love, my window.

Written by Vee of living journey

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Keys…

Keys

their fingers reach out

to find truth hidden

that hidden treasure of old

scribes write of such things.

Bring out the old to us the new

that treasure which does not rust is found.

rejoice – a new created

the ancient of days smiles

the angels sing

can you hear

can you hear them?

It’s been awhile since I have written anything that resembled poetry. But here you go. My attempt for the day. Thanks must go to Lorrie from Grow up Deep for inspiring me today. RAP poetry is an acronym for Random Act of Poetry. Give it a shot!

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What woman will you choose?

Two must reads…

THE DEATH OF THE SIMPLE
Part 1

A Warning Against Sexual Sin

By: Pastor Bill Randle
“For at the window of my house I looked through my lattice. And saw among the simple, I perceived among
the youths, a young man void of understanding. Passing along the street near her corner; And he took the
path to her house, in the twilight, in the evening, in the black and dark night.” (Proverbs 7:6-9)

The book of Proverbs is God’s psychology. It is startling in its relevance to our current situation, because all
true wisdom is timeless. This story in chapter seven is as current as the Internet and yet as old as the hills.
Wisdom here is personified and is the witness to the destruction of a young person described as both “simple”
and “void of understanding”.

 

and the other…

 

THE DEATH OF THE SIMPLE
Part 2

An Eschatological Warning

By: Pastor Bill Randles

The book of Proverbs like all scripture, is multifaceted, it goes beyond being God’s psychology, as I noted in
the previous post, although it is indeed that. It is also more than a collection of divine maxims, the teaching of
morality, people skills, and practical insights for daily life. It is all that and more, it is in fact prophetic, it is an
eschatological revelation.
Consider the similarity in the structure of Proverbs and the book of Revelation. Both of them have the theme of
choosing between two rival women. The book of Revelation features the vision of the woman in labor, beset by
the beast, sheltered by the Lord, carried away to safety on eagle’s wings. It culminates in the vision of the Bride,
pure and holy, made ready for her heavenly husband, the Lamb.
She has a counterpart in Proverbs, the virtuous woman who fears the Lord. She cries out in the streets to
admonish the simple, she prepares a feast of bread and wine to those who heed her call, and the Proverbs ends
with a celebration of her virtues – gladness that it was she who was chosen and not the other.
But the theme of Revelation features a second woman from beginning to end, the Harlot. She is called “That
woman Jezebel who calls herself a prophetess and teaches my servants to commit fornication…”(Rev 2:20).
She is also seen sitting upon a beast, drunk on the blood of saints and having a brazen headpiece with
blasphemous names written on it. For a little time she is given great power and influence, but ultimately
judgment comes upon her at the end.
She has a counterpart in the book of Proverbs as well, the strange woman. We are told that the words of
Proverbs are given:

“To deliver you from the strange woman, even from the stranger which flattereth with her words; which
forsaketh the guide of her youth, and forgetteth the covenant of her God. For her house inclineth to death
and her paths unto the dead. None that goeth unto her return again, neither take they hold of the path of
life.” (Proverbs 2:16-19)

Both are brilliant, certainly something that needs to be heard during these last days!

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Blair Wingo – You Just Lost Another One

I just love this girl… she is sooooo right! This is Blair’s letter to Satan, and how he has just lost another one.

“Not even Alicia Keys keys supersedes the reason why Christ Bleeds…”

• Blair Wingo – Allow me to re-introduce the Christ

• I Remember when you used to love me. Blair Wingo

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Blair Wingo – Allow me to re-introduce the Christ

A while ago I posted a youtube which had a missionary poetess called Blair Wingo.  I promised that I would post another thought provoking poem by this passionate woman.

Well, here it is…

Enjoy!

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I Remember when you used to love me. Blair Wingo

Blair Wingo a missionary poetess. Apparently she uses some type of ‘Slam Poetry’, and I am really enjoying it.

The poet starts just after a few minutes, so be patient with this youtube, it is worth listening to. It will challenge you, and it brought me to tears.

Watch and be moved!!!

Check out p4cm.com for real evangelism.

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And so it was

And so it was, the Law of Land was set.

People chose to obey, or chose not to.

Those who would not obey sent

corruption to all the four

corners of the earth.

Those who chose to obey fell to

their knees in shame.

It was clear then that a sacrifice

had to be made.

This sacrifice could not be found in man.

He knew that he had to take

the sins of man upon Himself.

The perfect plan was about to commence.

It would last through all

eternity and put an end to the

evil that decayed the planet.

The Creator Himself would shed

His blood for those who

declared His Name Above all else.

So, with a whisper that would

ring throughout the ages

came the Words…

“IT IS FINISHED”

And so it was

By Living Journey 1991

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A man … or a prophet?

A man, a prophet or perhaps Christ Himself? There are some contenders for this role, one of which I read about quite a few years ago called Maitreya the “Christ”. Or, as those who endorse him say, he is the ‘Christ for Christians’, the ‘Messiah for Jew’s’ the last ‘Imam for Muslims’ and well, just a great teacher … so all things to all people.

Oh, but wait… there is another one called José Luis Miranda, a Puerto Rican who calls himself “Jesucristo Hombre” he says he is Jesus too. Hmmmm who to follow? I wonder if the two Messiah’s know about each other?
All this is very dangerous as past history has shown. These false Messiah’s or false prophets are very good at twisting scripture to suit an agenda in anyway they see fit. It is extremely important that we know our scripture so that we can recognise the sheep in wolves clothing.

A while ago I had written a post called ‘A prayer – an email of concern, replied to by a stranger…then a comment from a stranger.‘ – I know … a ridiculous long title, but it seemed good at the time – and in that post I had mentioned Rick Warren’s very clever scripture twisting.

He was speaking about the 40 years of wandering in the desert and how a generation of Israelites could not make it to the promised land because they died. He compares those who didn’t see the promise land to those who dis-like his current new reformation that he is pushing and how they may not be part of it so they may have to either leave the church or the church will just have to wait for them to die.

“I’m saying some people are going to have to die or leave. Moses had to wander around the desert for 40 years while God killed off a million people before he let them go into the Promised Land. That may be brutally blunt, but it’s true. There may be people in your church who love God sincerely, but who will never, ever change” (Rick Warren’s “Ministry Toolbox,” No. 263, 6/14/06).

Now that is some scripture twisting!!!

Let’s read the actual scripture:

1Co 10:5-10 Yet God was not pleased with most of them, “for they were scattered in the deserted place.” But these things became examples for us, so that we may not be lusters after evil, even as those indeed lusted. Neither be idolaters, even as some of them, as it has been written, “The people sat down to eat and drink, and stood up to play.” Nor should we commit fornication, as some of them fornicated, and twenty three thousand fell in one day. 1Co 10:9 Neither test Christ, as some of them tried Him, and perished by serpents. Neither should you murmur, as also some of them murmured, and perished by the destroyer.

Does the above scripture give a good description of you?

If you don’t like the way your church has become an ear tickling, wishy washy, seeker friendly, luke warm church that makes God sick kind of place. Then according to Rick Warren you are like those who God punished in the wilderness; you are an idolater a fornicator and someone who lusts after evil, and you should all drop dead!

I raise this point because Neil Botham who has led a coutnter-cult group for the last 20 years is very aware of the dangers behind such scripture twisting. He has this to say about Rick Warren’s rather pompous statement (found here in a post called ‘Die or get out Rick Warren says!!!‘):

This latest quote from Warren should sound a warning to Christians worldwide, especially those pastors who have been taken in by his anti-christian poison. I have been the director of a counter-cult -movement for the last 20 years, i.e teaching christians how to respond to the cults. The similarities between warren and Jim jones of jonestown and david koresh leave me cold. Warren is a classic example of how power corrupts. Christian, see the writing on the wall and dump this poison before it’s to late.

What writing on the wall does he see?

Anyway, I recently watched a DVD about the Waco tragedy called ‘The Rules of Engagement‘, and I wrote this poem after viewing the DVD. I have also read the transcript between Koresh and the FBI, which was rather moving and chilling.

If you are interested in any other poems I have written I have one called ‘The Imitation of Christ‘ about the founder of the Seventh Day Adventist Church, Ellen G White. I have also read the newspapers regarding the charges against Israel Dammon. Which inspired that particular poem.

Filed under: Christianity, Cults, Emerging Church, History, Personal, Philosophy & Religion, Poetry, Political, Religion, Theology

The Deeps

Lord Jesus, give me a deeper repentance, a horror of sin, a dread of its approach. Help me chastely to flee it and jealously to resolve that my heart shall be Thine alone.

Give me a deeper trust, that I may lose myself to find myself in Thee, the ground of my rest, the spring of my being. Give me a deeper knowledge of Thyself as saviour, master, lord, and king. Give me deeper power in private prayer, more sweetness in Thy Word, more steadfast grip on its truth. Give me deeper holiness in speech, thought, action, and let me not seek moral virtue apart from Thee.

Plough deep in me, great Lord, heavenly husbandman, that my being may be a tilled field, the roots of grace spreading far and wide, until Thou alone art seen in me, Thy beauty golden like summer harvest, Thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.

I have no master but Thee, no law but Thy will, no delight but Thyself, no wealth but that Thou givest, no good but that Thou blessest, no peace but that Thou bestowest. I am nothing but that Thou makest me. I have nothing but that I receive from Thee. I can be nothing but that grace adorns me. Quarry me deep, dear Lord, and then fill me to overflowing with living water.

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Apple Blossoms and Washing Lines

 

Sheets hang on an old twined rope

the air is filled with apple blossom scent

As the tree brings forth its flower

In hope of some fruit

 

Waiting for the branch to be heavy laden

presses down on my old washing line

The sheets full of blossom smells

are swaying in the scented air

 

This is my garden

My woman’s work

I have somehow found pleasure

in such things

 

 

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A prayer – an email of concern, replied to by a friend…then a comment from a stranger

I had just finished a post, and read for the last time all the news around the world before retiring to other things. Placed on my heart is the current world condition, it truly is like a woman in travail just as the bible says. If you have been following my blog at all, then you know where I stand. I place my faith firmly in the Word of God and no other. And because I do, I am a watcher of Israel, for the Word of God has many prophecies concerning her, God has not finished with her, she is the apple of his eye.

My prayers go out to her and to all who are Jacob/Israel may you see Meschiach your Ha Moschiach Ben Yosef and Ha Moschiach Ben David – Messiah the Son of Joseph and Messiah the Son of David. May you see Him as Zechariah says you will.

Zec 12:10 And I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplication; and they shall look unto me whom they have pierced; and they shall mourn for him, as one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for him, as one that is in bitterness for his first-born.

Although you are fast approaching your troubles just as Jacob wrestled with God in the night, all through the night you wrestled but your wish beforehand was to reconcile with Esau your brother.
So to, my prayer is also for your brother Esau that he is no longer jealous of the your birthright, but instead sees it as his blessing also because through your birthright has come the blessing to the world of Ha Moschiach Ben Yosef and Ha Moschiach Ben David.

I, just as Ruth a gentile woman was able to glean from a field, came back and I fed a Jewess called Naomi on good grain, grain that came from a good field – a redeemers field. I was told to glean until the end of the Harvest… that end of Harvest is fast approaching. I then entered a tent during the night at midnight and my redeemer the owner of the field asked me ‘who are you?’… ‘A servant’, I said. I married Him, and he became my husband – my redeemer – and paid for me with a price; my mother in-law Naomi He redeemed her also. He redeemed us so the names of the dead would never be cut off from their birthright of inheritance. A son was born and Naomi accepted him as her own.

I pray that you will start to be fed and that you are fed well because there are some who are feeding off of empty husks, they feel full but they are starving still.

That was my prayer last night and I will keep this prayer in my heart until all things have come to pass; as the Word of God has told us it will.

Now for my email to a friend concerning the deception and attack on the Church and the attacks against Israel and the Jews….

I think that if it is God’s timing then things will accelerate really fast, and we will see things come together according to God’s Word.

How sad that the fallen church is in no way knowledgeable in these things. How sad for them to actually believe that they are building a better world with all that is happening. In fact they the elect have fallen for deception so badly that they are acting like emus sticking their head in the sand all the while saying isn’t our god great he is doing marvellous things.

Well, He is doing marvellous things but not in the way they think. Only in the way of Judgment. doesn’t say in the bible that Gods house will be judged first.

That just brings to mind the time when Christ went into the court of the gentiles and turned the tables over saying that they had turned His fathers house into a Den of robbers and not a place of prayer…that was in the gentile court was it not… seems all the more significant now doesn’t it especially considering that judgment happens in the church first:

1Pe 4:17 For the time is come for judgment to begin at the house of God: and if it begin first at us, what shall be the end of them that obey not the gospel of God?

Yes… what shall be the end for those who do not obey the gospel… how can these teachers get away with unsound doctrine, and how can all those who follow not be concerned about correct doctrine. You have seen haven’t you Carla – even in the comments we receive – how they say… I am not so concerned with doctrine as I am with living a life like Jesus. They have not heard the message of Jesus, he was absolutely concerned with correct doctrine and it’s paramount importance. Why do you think he argued with the Pharisees and Saduceess (sp?) ….These followers have confused things of great importance with things they consider of no importance.

Thinking on that, I am happy not to argue with secondary issues, (if there is such a thing, I fear the road is getting more narrow, not with practicing tradition but with the understanding of what the Word actually says) , but I am not going to sit happily and be told that I should not argue, debate or even get upset with the very thing that saves souls from going to Hell. That is not secondary, that is of up-most importance is it not? It is not secondary!!! They have confused this way of thinking completely.

Brainwashed I say…

What say you

Carla answered me saying I should make this email into a post, so I did just that. I will leave it to Carla if she wants to post her answer. As she may want to post a little something on these many issues.

Now the comment from stranger concerning those very teachers I emailed Carla about, this comment can be found in a post called Die or get out Rick Warren says!!!

I will quote Neil Botham’s comment in this post as I think it is worthy of drawing attention to it. He has written this in response to Rick Warrens idea of what should happen to the people who are not accepting his doctrine which is clearly at odds with what the bible actually says. First let’s hear from Rick Warren:

“I’m saying some people are going to have to die or leave. Moses
had to wander around the desert for 40 years while God killed off a
million people before he let them go into the Promised Land. That may
be brutally blunt, but it’s true. There may be people in your church
who love God sincerely, but who will never, ever change” (Rick Warren’s
“Ministry Toolbox,” No. 263, 6/14/06).

Now from Neil who is a director of a counter-cult movement:

This latest quote from Warren should sound a warning to Christians
worldwide, especially those pastors who have been taken in by his
anti-christian poison.
I have been the director of a counter-cult -movement for the last 20
years, i.e teaching christians how to respond to the cults. The
similarities between warren and Jim jones of jonestown and david koresh
leave me cold. Warren is a classic example of how power corrupts.
Christian, see the writing on the wall and dump this poison before it’s
to late

Neil thank-you for your response, and may I encourage you to keep in touch with me. I have actually written a poem about David Koresh and the Waco incident, I have not posted it but I may soon, perhaps in the middle of this week.

This post is a bit of everything, and I have tried to make it succinct as possible… I hope it flows enough for a good read, I hope it also challenges all who are questioning the times in which we live as I have fear that the times of the gentiles is drawing to a close. I may be wrong, but I am sure we will know more as time goes on by.
Dan 8:26 The vision of the evenings and the mornings that has been told is true, but seal up the vision, for it refers to many days from now.”

Dan 12:4 But you, Daniel, shut up the words and seal the book, until the time of the end. Many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall increase.”

Dan 12:9 He said, “Go your way, Daniel, for the words are shut up and sealed until the time of the end.

Is the seal about to be cracked open?

Filed under: Christianity, Emerging Church, History, Islam, Israel, Personal, Philosophy & Religion, Poetry, Political/Christian, Religion, Theology

Grammer….err I mean Grammar!

LA HIRE, Laurent de — Allegorical Figure of Grammar ( 1606, Paris, d. 1656, Paris)

The teacher claimed it was so plain,

I only had to use my brain

She said the past of throw was threw.

The past of grow -of course- was grew,

So flew must be the past of fly,

And now, my boy, your turn to try.

But when I trew,

I had no clue, if mow was mew -

Like know and knew

Or was it knowed

Like snow and snowed

The teacher frowned at me and said

The past of feed was – plainly – fed.

Fed up, I knew then what I ned:

I took a break, and out I snoke.

She shook and quook (or quaked or quoke?)

With raging anger out she broke:

“Your ignorance you want to hide?

Tell me the past form of collide!”

But how on earth should I decide

If it’s collid (Like hide and hid)

Or else – from all that I surmose,

The past of rise was simple rose,

And that of ride was surely rode

So of collide must be collode?

Oh damn these English verbs,

I thoughtThe whole thing absolutely stought !

Of English I have had enough.

These verbs of yours are far too tough.

Bolt upright in my chair I sat,

And said to her “That’s that. I quat!”.

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Flowers – Poetry – Pictures

 

 

Flowers
Pretty, Fragrant
Nicely sniffing flowers
Happy, Thankful, Greatful, Delight
Blossom

 

By Daughter of living Journey

 

Click on her picture to see more photo's

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Heavens Gate needs a pocket full of quaters

Purple Shrouded Souls

Man, King, a Kingdom for him
Following blindly towards the end
Washing away the tears of all sin
Death begets your life my friend

Brothers, sisters and child alike
Listen to the man, he tells of the truth
Outside Jonestown armageddons fight
Peoples Temple holds the prophets sight

A pocket full of quaters will open the gate
Watch for the comet to light up the sky
Five dollar bill – awaiting their fate
Shrouded in purple – Hale-Bopps flight

Put simply the world does not understand
The man, the king, the kingdom for him
His schemes, his purpose, his grand plan
Cyanide laced with kool-pop cleanses all sin

Todays the day – his will be done
Bag up your clothes, put on your nike shoes
The world will reject, the world only shuns
Our deaths will make the evening news

Jones the man the kingdom for him

By Living Journey

BBC on this day | 18 | 1978: Mass suicide leaves 900 dead

Suicide Tape Transcript

JONES: Lay down your burden. I’m gonna lay down my burden. Down by the riverside. Shall we lay them down here by the side of Guyana? What’s the difference? No man didn’t take our lives. Right now. They haven’t taken them. But when they start parachuting out of the air, they’ll shoot some of our innocent babies. I’m not lying–I don’t wanna (inaudible). But they gotta shoot me to get through to some of these people. I’m not letting them take your child. Can you let them take you child?

VOICES: No, no, no, no.

WOMAN 2: Are we gonna die?

JONES: What’s that?

WOMAN 2: You mean you want us to die …

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Imitation of Christ

Idlers and Vagrants, disturbers of peace
Was the charge against the man called the elder did speak
A Prophetess, “The Imitation of Christ” was her name
As she lay in a trance, her eyes all but a glaze

We’ve seen, Yes we’ve seen! on that delirious night
Squealed the voice in the court of the witness chairs plight
What was told of a vision in that darkenend old home
That our souls not forgiven would continually roam

One vision was murmured that a kiss we’re to greet
But given in passion one stole not in fleet
That feels good, that lady did say
Then they submerged her into a watery grave

But what happened next in that bedroom lair
When couples went in for what they said was a prayer
They came out laughing hugging and legs all entwined
Fathom to guess, that’s for me not to find

To Hell, to Hell, I was told I would go
Calling us devils that run to and fro
But why was this said, this lie from this man
The “Shut door” had commenced, “She” knew the plan

Not even a sin or a thought left unsaid
The judgement of heaven had my fate met
To stand near the Throne so full of my shame
To Hellish Sheol, my soul licked with flames

Not true, not true, I said in defence
They called me the devil with no recompense
Then showed a door that was opened for me
Though heavens door’s shut for all eternity

By Living Journey

(Court Case Monday, Feb 17th, 1845. State of Maine, vs. Israel Dammon. Newspaper account taken from the “Piscataquis Farmer”, Vol 3, Dover Maine, Friday Morning, March 7th, 1845 No 31)

Filed under: Cults, Poetry

The Shades of Sheol

Feeling a little invisible lately. I swear I am going slightly insane, doing the same old thing day in day out. I like that phrase… "What if this is as good as it gets"?… you know from that movie. Well what if it is, that scares me, maybe I will end up curled up in a ball somewhere, and maybe no-one will notice until the dishes pile sky high, and everyone has run out of clean socks. I am sick of being everything to everyone else, but nothing to me.

What is me anyway? Would I even like it when I find it. What if no-one likes it. Would I even care, I doubt it.

The shadows grow long
as the day grows tired
somehow The Shades
they turn a sullen grey

Who looks for them
to find their beauty
the light soaks them up
and they become no more

Hidden away between the days
remembered no more
did they ever exist
even their dreams did fade

The Shades feel all the more
because they dreamt long ago
The Shades forget the Who
but they ask the Why

Between the days between the nights
it is slowly realized
that I am The Shade
and you are the light

Shades (re-paim)

Written by Living Journey

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