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 | Reflections, Poetry, and Prose from the depths of the Midnight Ocean.
Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;
O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. Psalm 130
Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will make a new covenant. After those days, saith the LORD,
I will put my law in their inwards parts, and write it in their hearts; and will be their God,
and they shall be my people. Jeremiah 31:31-33
Wherefore the law is holy, and the Commandment Holy, and just, and good. Rom7:12
Sifatai tiftach- u'fi yagid- tehilatecha!- If I open my lips- let my mouth- declare Your praise! |
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| ALRIGHT, LETS JUST GO BACK TO EGYPT !!! |
Jul 19, 2008 11:25 pm
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Who wants to return to Egypt (Mitzraim)??
There are as we know the 'many waters' of the end times. Consider a multitude of voices running together as if a drowning roar of an waterfall... split on two sides, and a divinely cut narrow path through the center. 600,000 then walked through unscathed. There were two roaring walls of destruction. Parley,
Rev 12:15
And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood.
16And the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed up the flood which the dragon cast out of his mouth
17And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ.
The past is a reflection of the present, with LESS distortion.
When Moshe came from the mountain with the Ten Commandments and found the People with a golden calf- and in an orgy, what did he do then?!?
Where did the gold, to make the calf come from? These were slaves remember. Where had they acquire gold enough to make an abominable monument?
G-d scored a victory with the destruction of the Egyptian persures in the sea. All the People did was believe, have faith, and walked through.
It's said the sea then vomited up the spoils of the dead to the People who had passed through.
Yet they again, forsook G-d with what they inherited, by building a foolish idol.
To answer my own question of what did Moshe do?
He ground the idol into gold powder, cast it into the water and made the fornicators to drink it! Check it out. Please...
Christ had the victory 2000yrs ago. And just like those freed of Mitzraim, many, yes many will do the same. Chase after strange gods and idols.
As it's said, a dog returns to its vomit. And a pig returns to its wallow.
Even Moshe never made it to the land of Milk and Honey? Why? Impatience and striking the rock saying, "I" did it.
Is this religion...yes.
Am I religious? Yes.
I will live and die by what I know to be true.
The past is a more faithful reproduction of what we deem the present to be.
And NO ONE, can ever take that from me...save for but, G-d himself.
'Take My Nation from Mitzraim, My sea will separate.'
"Though I walk through the valley of death I shall fear no evil."
I will not give heed to the roaring waters which rage on either side. By Christ- My Light- shall I find my narrow path. If I fall, it is my fault not my G-d's. But mine alone.
Moshe failed to reach the land of promise. David failed to obey great commands.
The greatest are indeed the least.
But who am I compared to these great men?
NO ONE. I'M A WORM compared to such greatness. NEVER EVER, if not by Christ- could I even begin to equate myself to these men.
But Christ could. He did even greater. And He was with them... as He now promises to be with me!
Before the foundations of the earth was He.
What is your Mitzraim (Egypt), your enslavement?
What is He calling you out of today?
How is He leading you out...as that cloud, through the desert...to a land of promise?
That milk and honey.
Heed the call and do not be made to drink the "waters of gold powder" as they were made to do.
Come out of her, and be as all the prophets wished themselves to be... a believer in the here and now...end times!
Mt24:32 Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When his branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is nigh:
33So likewise ye, when ye shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors.
34Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass, till all these things be fulfilled.
35Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.
36But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only
GBY my friends in Christ!
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| PUFFED UP & GOING DOWN IN FLAMES??? |
Jul 18, 2008 10:57 pm
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I once read from some wise person, whose name escapes me at present, that "with ONLY ONE tiny exception, the entire universe is... entirely composed of OTHER PEOPLE." 0r at least something much to that effect. In theory, we operate continually with this concept. But in practice sometimes I, myself, fail to implement this simple fact. All too often I find myself having, somehow, slipped into the mindset that I am the center of the universe. And it is not entirely to do with narcissism and haughtiness. It's something more complex. History, worldly teaching...even religion.
Something entirely harder to grasp fully, and manage.
I remember several months ago I found myself, as is often the case, engaged in a argument second-hand; this time, through a family member, between myself and a science professor. The topic, G-d vs. big-bang.
So eventually I had asked, "if all life in the universe would be extinct tomorrow do to some cataclysm, would the earth, moon, and all the inanimate objects cease also to exist?"
The response, "no."
I then asked, "if you die tomorrow do those objects of in-animation still exist?
"Yes."
I just had to ask, "then who, if everyone was destroyed, could ever prove they existed? If you can't EVER prove it, does it then exist to your idea of science?"
Isn't consciousness the catch-all?
Either ours our G-d's depending on what you believe?
Please, consider this for a moment.
It's a complex argument, but what is already stated- serves to the purpose I wish to make here. We as a species, have through the ages inherited a G-d complex.
That is to say, we've destroyed nature (firsts of creation) and have attempted to replace it with our own ingenuity. Tools replacing our hands. Farming and domestication replacing hunting and gathering...to- cars replacing horses, to robots and cars replacing humans on the line...and horses in the field.
(And I'm NOT saying its all Bad!)
Also, we can look at our comparative political systems, tribal rule to kingdom's- to democracy. With many, many in between.
Observation: without G-d, there is... man; and then there is everything else.
And very often there is "me" and then....there is everything else.
Oh' Man the great center of consciousness, the upholder of the universe! Oh, how great we are!Look at what I can accomplish! Yikessss...
That person that made me wait at the check-out! How dare he! He has no reason to treat me this way!!! I must knock him down a peg or two! Is he the center of the universe?!?
Don't you know I'M the center of the universe and consciousness?!?
What I see is the TRUTH, the whole truth and nothing but!
Sound faintly familiar, to anyone but myself, these days?
If we, for even a second think we as BELIEVERS are immune to this thinking, we indeed fool ourselves.
A "little bit of knowledge is a very dangerous thing." We couple this self-centeredness with a little bit of errant knowledge of G-d, and what have we?
"G-d revealed to me last night the truth about this person!"
"G-d showed me a vision what was in that brothers awful heart!"
You sure about that? That's fine if you are, but you better be. For your sake!
It would seem that at times nearly every man and woman in 'the body' is either the brain (which no one but He is) the wild mouthpiece or the eyes. And that consciousness does not work within a body at all- or in a People, but works rather as a SOLITARY beacon to Heaven.
Isn't Christ the sole beacon to Heaven?
So what part are you???
I'm the Center of all consciousness, dontcha know!
I'm gonna chew this check-out guy out, that made me wait, because I'm a warrior for Christ?!?
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So, now I want to try to bring this full-circle by saying, "with ONLY ONE tiny exception, the entire universe is entirely composed of OTHER PEOPLE."
G-d's Children are as the stars. And the greatest are the least. And the least, the greatest.
It is my opinion that we all need to be reminded of that from time to time. I know I do. I'm not the center of all consciousness.
Trust me, that's good news for you and mankind I tell you!Lol...
What G-d will have me accomplish will be accomplished with or without me. But it behooves me to listen. With humility and Love, for onlyy the true Fathers voice, because only then can He really use me.
Let me know the difference between my Fathers voice and that interpretation of Him- which tells me daily "I am the center of the universe and consciousness."
There is a price that will be paid for every word one speaks saying "there is no Lord, but man."
Just as there is a price for everyone who speaks "the Lord told me"...when He told them not.
I'd pick the punishment of the former, rather than the latter.
But then again I'm not the center of consciousness...
GB!
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| BC BLOGS & The Knowledge of Good and Evil ??? |
Jul 16, 2008 2:33 am
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With knowledge comes great sorrow. When we are children, we run everywhere and are curious to the core to figure out just what this body, time and place is all about. As we grow larger- the world invariably becomes smaller and smaller. With knowledge of nature, laws natural/ and civil, injustices, and the like- inevitably come fears. Fear that is very real.
With Knowledge of G-d, my world became less real. Less inviting. I found- we can even stumble over clouds of good intention. Relationships. Decisions. Friends.
Look what happens here on the blogs. All the biting, and bickering. Why? Fear. Fear of something. Un-acceptance? Tarnished image? Pride? Fear of irrelevence.
Who's ever right?
Does earnest conviction make you right? If you are prepared to die for your belief in G-d, does that make you more holy? More righteous?
What about intelligence? Or ability to express yourself fancifully? Does that make you more correct and justified in your belief?
No.
I have not heard of people in this day and age, so wholly convicted to belief in their belief, as these certain- homicide bombers. So convicted to do evil- out of what they deem righteousness. Out of what seemingly whole nations might deem righteousness.
How do we know THEY are not righteous?
Because they do not Love their neighbor.
What is the greater sin, the slaying of a body or a soul's light for G-d?
Every time we attempt to assess, and judge the conviction and beliefs of other Christian believers without offering a warm and loving hand; we in doing so, steal away a bit of their ember- inside. That ember for G-d and Christ. Who will be there to fan the flame, in wake of this? Anyone?
Will one make of his brother or sister- a spiritual widow.
Perhaps that ember will die out- as it was just smoldering and holding fast to what little truth it had to burn from. Perhaps it will pluck through and topple what little fabric remained, of an otherwise broken heart.
Who will pay the heavier price? The little one given little, and having lost; or the one who thinks himself great- and snatches what little -that little one had to start with?
To some a mite is great. To another, 30 shekels is always the right price.
I tell you knowledge is sorrow. And yet, His people, die from lack of it. Those with a spiritual mite are often prey to those with 30 spiritual shekels.
But those who think they have much- thinking they have 30 shekels- have NOTHING, if not Love.
They cannot have Love- if they do not offer a hand to raise those they've spiritually brow beaten and stolen from.
And those with Love, that is to say G-d, see it...and it breaks their hearts fully.
Such goes one tale of the knowledge of good and evil upon these our blogs.
In true Knowledge there is a fear of G-d.
In G-d there is Love.
In Knowledge and Love there is inevitable sorrow.
In sorrow is a tender heart...
A tender heart that breaks for the spiritual widow and her spiritual mite.
GBY and try to offer that hand in Love today friends,
sabrefire
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| SAD AND RAINY DAYS... |
Jul 13, 2008 3:37 pm
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Here's a song I wrote today. It's kind of sad  though. Hope you enjoy, friends.
That Song of Yesterday
He gave me as a child a most beautful crown
and I'd run thru the heavenlies-air
naive and joyous- without any care
-but it wasn't to last at all-
For I tripped myself upon a cloud
and I broke me my crown
-and I shattered me my heart.-
Now I run towards my Father crying out loud,
"My Lord won't you heal me,
and sing me that old song."
for I have nothing now
not even my beautiful crown
for it lies in pieces next to a cloud
-for I am but a child-
lonely and fearful now
and if I fall again my Lord,
I fear -
I may not get up again at all.
Lord heal me and sing me my song.
-That old song-of yesterday.
I weep for the cloud,
and I weep for my fall
if I stumble again my Lord
I may not-
get up again at all.
So now I cry all the night long
as I miss me beautiful crown
and now it's always a rainy day
and I have nothing- but to pray-
for with my crown-
was my youthful joy snatched away.
-Oh Lord in heaven though I be but a child
I'll run to you again- if you promise
to save me another fall.
-Lord heal me and sing me a song
so that I may find comfort
-so that I may find resolve-
Lord heal me- and sing me my song.
You know...that old song...
that song of yesterday.
I remember a blue sky -
that wasn't so grey
for all the clouds were once so merry and gay
O' how could such a thing treat me this way?
For I had- but an heart to play
as innocent and pure as- a sun's ray
I'm broken and hurt
and mine heart's in- disarray
Lord sing to me...
-yes sing to me that old song-
"la-de-dum
yes la-de-dum-day"
O'Lord wont you sing me that song of yesterday
Won't you heal me
and sing me-
my song of yesterday?
"la-de-dum- oh-
la-de-dum- all the day"
Lord sing me that old song of yesterday.
]Gb,
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| Act 2: The Abyss |
Jul 11, 2008 5:26 pm
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This is act 2 of the saga, I wrote today. All in all- this is one of the most taxing things I've ever written. Not sure why... hope someone can make it all the way through.
Gb and thanks a lot for reading friends.
Act 2: The Abyss
To mine right lie my departed body
nearest-left whinnied the abominable horse
whose rider hath no remorse-
his eyes once as crescents
now turned- they full
as two harvest moons- blood red and coarse.
And as quickly as he'd come-twas shot a-gain
from whence he'd came
holding fast to leathern reign-
upon his boney, dead steed, hungered and dry
disappeared he into the night sky!
Though the ground be dew soaked and cold
I felt naught- but only light and hot
-mine feet appeared to reach the ground-
though verily- I felt it not.
There was but an moment given to this amazement-
when trumpet sound- shook the very ground
-peels of thunder atop cannon's fire-
could not describe the Trumpet of Dire!
I know not from where
but then stood there
two fantastic beings of light
roundabout mine slain body
Both furious- and near to fight!
Their words echoed like distant muzzle blast-
mine ears knew not their strange speech
though my heart knew each word- full well
quarreled they over my sins- past
-lo, to the victor went with him-
forever my soul to dwell!
Eternity in balance
-yea, the Scales of Commandment Breech!
Thine larger spirit spoke of abominable things
the smaller- of covenants and brides rings.
Lo! Twas lucifer and Michael the Angel who'd argued there!
Yea, upon Satan's face were not eyes-
but in their stead- two tablespoons of midnight-
though his countenance was sparkling and white.
He'd glimmering robes of silken- golden thread
yet I beheld his eyes were as the dead!
Michael the Angel was smaller but comely and bold
speaking words of a covenant a'fore told.
He stood his ground for an time
though lucifer it seemed- was just too strong.
I shivered and shook- uncertain of my fate
never had I witnessed such words of hate!
Was I to witness mine own soul- about to be sold?
I tried to speak against thee-
-many awful, railing accusations against me
-but verily I say-
when in-between the world's to come-
one truly hast no tongue!
So I could but watch as the battle wore on-
yea, silent is the soul that's- for the taking
though he be desperate and quaking!
Then amidst the contentious attack
thunderous words were raised to climax
and the devil did grin-
for he knew he'd win
mine soul be his for the taking!
Michael the Angels countenance grew dim
for thine devil was too much for him
defeated he issued one final decree-
-in humble tired tone-
"The Lord rebuke thee."
Lo, then the devil hisself looked upon my soul,
-as might an hungry lion - upon a foal!
My fright was such- that if alive-
surely I would have died an second time!
Eyes of coal and piercing night-
then beheld, the soul he'd won in fight!
Below his feet thereby- opened an ghastly evil shaft
heaving plumes of smoke from an abyss-
-spilling forth a multitude of voices-
bearing bellows of unbridled- evil hiss!
Then lucifer hisself did speak,
"wicked man, thy soul is mine!"
He stretched forth his terrible hand,
mine throat being its wicked demand.
BEHOLD! was then and there-
My Saviour bore an light unto me!
Beautiful voice thunderous and grand-
shouted from the Heavens this Command,
"lucifer, TOUCH YE NOT MINE ANOINTED!"
For lo, satan withdrew his arm from before me
-it'd become snowy white with leprosy!
He gnashed his teeth and snarled before me
twas then mine tongue was loosed-
I cried "Ha-Mashiach! Jesus of Galilee!"
The earth was rent from beneath me feet
the shaft to the abyss torn in its place
For One bearing the Son of Man's face-
descended from on high upon a white colt
-peels of thunder rocked east to west-
Mashiach rode faster than an lightning bolt...
End Act 2
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| ACT 1: HIS EARTHLY PLAIN |
Jul 11, 2008 5:18 pm
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This is a repost of something I wrote a few months ago. Well, I wrote act 2 today...but wanted to repost this so it would make sense!
GB!
ACT 1: HIS EARTHLY PLAIN
The sun descended
and my head did hang
For I was greatly wounded but not slain.
A soliloquy; of hymns once sang.
The dew did set as my blood did let
-For the earth hath no remorse nor shame-
but takes all; be they king or cur
extinguishes she their flame.
My scabbard lie beneath my awkward repose
tangled-enshrouded in blood soaked clothes
From pain there was no rest
beneath my chinked and marred vest
Its deed-outlasts the longest battles close.
Pathos! Sweet Pain!
Where is thy gain?
An fateful night-
after an most horrendous fight?
Sweet orris where is thy scent -
when mortal flesh is rent,
and lain- near slain
upon the parched and spiny ground?
My shield lie beside me
mine head found a craggy rest.
My mouth did not whisper nor wail-
twas then and there
amidst my sullen stare-
The stage did set-for moon to crest.
Stage left- and the curtain was drawn
an array of lights, the galaxy did spawn
As if flakes of snow-
had been made to glow!
My soul yet clung hard-
As I lowered my guard
and embraced the sublime-celestial show.
White glittering lumen's-
illuminating mine ruins.
The pain did ease-
as if taken upon gentle breeze.
In its peace I focused my gaze,
Came there a strange bluish blaze!
"Behold," a beam- parts the heavenly seas!
For what came next seems a ghastly tale
"Lo!" A star lept forth-
As an arrow shot on the earth!
Tis a terrific sight
when a ball of light-
falls upon thee as hail!
Twas a wretched being the sky did birth.
An horseman, whose steed was deathly pale
-as if suffered an thousand years of dearth-
near made my heart to fail!
For my death was its abominable mirth.
The beast swooped in a flash
-It's riders gaze fast upon me-
stillness shattered with gallops thrash!
-it's lips did part, to issue this decree:
"Michael, from me-
surely can no mortal flee,
and lo, I come for thee."
Twas the twinkling of an eye,
he'd drawn his fiery sword-
and thrust it through my side,
flesh not torn- but silver cord,
For verily, I died!
My soul came out through mine mouth-
with my dying breath.
Surely I can attest-
words alone cannot express
the vision of ones own body lain-slain-
...upon J*h's earthly plain.
End act 1
Act 2 will come as soon as I write it. Hope you enjoyed it.
Gb,sabrefire
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| ENOUGH'S ENOUGH |
Jul 9, 2008 3:48 pm
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Wrote this today and wanted to share it. Hope you enjoy. When's enough enough? Gotta war face???
Decipher the Cypher
'My tongue is the pen of a ready writer' (Ps. 45)
decipher the cypher
& navigate the psalm-
Paths become brighter
& makes yer steps tighter.
He makes me a fighter
& teaches my fingers to war-
Psalms drop like bombs
causin collisions and divisions
-visions & wise decisions-
decipher the cypher
teach my fingers to war
and my tongue to roar
Beyond filthy Babylon we soar
reachin for the shore-
that land of Our inheritance-
Muscle and sinew revivin dead bones
moans!- no more dead drones
Spirit flashin thru time zones
spining like a cyclone
leavin bread- where were- stones
& castin mountians -with a toss-
across the sea
& smashing thru Galilee
that land of milk 'N honey
darkness broken with an illuminated cross-
-illuminaries and menorahs-
-boilin off the dross
Decipher the cypher!
teach my fingers to war
& my tongue to roar
brrr-reaking the legs
of the spiritual dregs
Spiritual wine!-
Flowing like the Rhine
for those who hear-
& DECIPHER THE CYPHER!
"And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the nations of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory." Matt. 24:30
GB,
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| BROKEN HEARTS... |
Jul 6, 2008 4:18 pm
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This is a poem I wrote today, it's about those whose hearts have been shattered by man- and are looking for a way to pick up the pieces of the past. The situations painful, but it's led many to Christ. I hope you enjoy.
A Hearts Temple
Shattered dreams and untapped potentials
scattered pieces of a hearts temple
toppled walls- a kingdom sacked
-charred and black-
Catapults blasted
with the impact-
of a long ago attack
pillars cracked
mercy lacked
seized!
Freezed-
relics of destruction
buried and dusted
lain covered-
like 1,938 yrs of disarry
exiled away
waiting?!?
Temple was raised in 3 1/2 days...
Rebuild the temple in your heart
-His Majesty's-
Dream new dreams- realizing new potentials
Spiritual Credentials
A new hearts temple.
Love in Christ Jesus,
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| DIVINE ILLOGIC? |
Jul 3, 2008 8:21 pm
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If there truly is no such thing as free will for the common human, then one would not have the freedom to decide whether or not such a thing actually exists or not; thus it would be futile and a fools errand to bang on and on about it. Of course then again- if free will truly does not exist, this post would have no effect on those who bang on about it, because they like-wise would not have the freedom to decide to stop banging on about it. Therefore resistence from illogic- as well as logic- would be futile I suppose. Or do I??LOL?
GB!
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| A POEM ABOUT BEING FRUITFUL |
Jul 3, 2008 10:56 am
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This is a Poem and a Psalm I wrote and wanted to repost- and add a pic. It's about being joyous and fruitful until He returns. Hope you enjoy...it's called...
Letitshine!
Letitshine, letitshine
let the earth unwind,
wisdom descends from heaven
like dew on the vine.
We'll drink till we're full
& ask Him- for some more,
remaining unfinished in the vintage year,
-while living waters sweetens-
the fruit of the vine.
Letitshine, letitshine
-illuminate the skyline
grace fills the space between the earth & divine.
Pass me the cup I need me some more
may the heavens rejoice of what lies in store
as trees in the forest we sing
'as the sea in it's fullness we'll roar'
Yes, I said letitshine, letitshine-
For He is our lifeline-
and by His Spirit are we refined.
I have put my trust in Your mercy
For I am Yours and You are mine.
Let me get a drink from Your crystalline well
So merry-and merry the dawn finds us well!
O'letitshine, letitshine
O'letitshine-letitshine
And may my heart never falter,
---no never resign,
And we wait patiently on earth
like the roots of the vine,
and when You're thirsty Lord come drink,
For we are Your creation, and Your design,
yes, Your vintage and sweet--- Merry good wine.
Till then we'll sing:
O'letitshine, letitshine
letitshine
-let -it -shine.
Sabrefire
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