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THANKSGIVING PRAYER
Thank you Lord for each and every day of the year
Especially for the loved ones I hold so dear
With Him I fly high on eagle’s wings
With joy and gladness in my heart I sing
Thank you for sheltering me in times of storms
Never leaving my side and keeping me warm
My guiding light through the darkest days
Bringing me back out into the daylight sun rays
Thank you Lord for sight that I may see
Everything that you have always done for me
For the sun in the day and the moon and stars at night
All of your creations are a beautiful sight
From the Universe to the smallest butterfly
Every wondrous thing I see with my eyes
Humbled by your love and your ultimate gift
That you died for me so that I could eternally live
For this I am the most thankful for
That I will live with you forever more
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Bringing back out of the moth balls as we approach Thanksgiving Day this Thursday November 28, 2019.
Confession my Spirit and Soul
Who am I to preach ?
A Sinner among sinners,
Who sleeps with adulteress,
Do not be mistaken by my flair.
I am neither a converted Christian,
Nor a converted Catholic,
I never read the bible nor pray,
Went to sunday services nor take communion.
I never sing hymns nor fasted,
Pastors,fathers,preachers,I never trusted,
Never bothered to read psalms nor shout praises.
Instead , I swear, stole, lied,
Cheated,slept with married women ,
Watched porn,and shoved my mother in anger,
I'm the last person to preach nor share my poems!
But I'm neither the devil's favourite,
Never been a warlock, witch doctor nor his servant,
Never practiced magic, rituals , summons nor worships.
You can take me in your houses,
Make covenant with me in the middle,
Call your father and break my body of bones,
But my soul and faith can never be broken!
Pissed and possessed,
Lust and tormented,
Pain and in sickness,
In the hands of Jesus I am saved!
I am his vessel that you have stolen,
Abused and made to die slowly rotten,
Played havoc and almost got killed,
Many times I face death to live and tell !!!
And now the time has come,
You tremble knowing the time is now,
Stop me at any cost or distract my concentration,
Its now not in my hands to prevent it !
As long as I cry for Jesus,
And try to be soft and humble,
I'll stand and watch over,
The fight HE does for me !
Can I face the demons?
Counting in their millions,
Powers beyond humans,
JESUS is and will always be my Saviour !
Amen
A Sinner among sinners,
Who sleeps with adulteress,
Do not be mistaken by my flair.
I am neither a converted Christian,
Nor a converted Catholic,
I never read the bible nor pray,
Went to sunday services nor take communion.
I never sing hymns nor fasted,
Pastors,fathers,preachers,I never trusted,
Never bothered to read psalms nor shout praises.
Instead , I swear, stole, lied,
Cheated,slept with married women ,
Watched porn,and shoved my mother in anger,
I'm the last person to preach nor share my poems!
But I'm neither the devil's favourite,
Never been a warlock, witch doctor nor his servant,
Never practiced magic, rituals , summons nor worships.
You can take me in your houses,
Make covenant with me in the middle,
Call your father and break my body of bones,
But my soul and faith can never be broken!
Pissed and possessed,
Lust and tormented,
Pain and in sickness,
In the hands of Jesus I am saved!
I am his vessel that you have stolen,
Abused and made to die slowly rotten,
Played havoc and almost got killed,
Many times I face death to live and tell !!!
And now the time has come,
You tremble knowing the time is now,
Stop me at any cost or distract my concentration,
Its now not in my hands to prevent it !
As long as I cry for Jesus,
And try to be soft and humble,
I'll stand and watch over,
The fight HE does for me !
Can I face the demons?
Counting in their millions,
Powers beyond humans,
JESUS is and will always be my Saviour !
Amen
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
The Damned unname Antichrist has got me bound in chains and made me guilty ....Its time to confess my ill doings and give testimony of my faith in God of Isreal, Holy Spirit and Lord Jesus.My war is far from over but now I am firm and ready to let Jesus heal me inside out ....Many will question my preaching/warning as I am not baptised ....I leave all of it to HIM
False Doors?
Are we ready for the truth of Life,
or living only by believing,
all that depend on our faith.
So many looks to know the Truth,
still never digging by them self,
but then,do we really have the clue?
Earth is full of different faiths,
with Holy men and Spirits of their own,
swearing,that only members can reach the light.
The Holy men them self,
have seldom made the script,
other made them so much later,
with many stories as help.
Asking members more of it,
how much they know the Book,
most answers are so shallow,
they know it only from the rite.
But if we hardly open any Door,
how do we know if it's the real,
what if it's fake and nothing more?
What if the Door of real, is much more close,
just there inside our self,
and all we need is meditating and browse?
The Heart is not in any Book,
it's deep there inside our self,
nothing more, nothing less,
and there we have to look.
The Heart and Truth are all we need,
and then a simple place to pray,
the Holy is for everyone and everywhere
from there we get the seed as real.
or living only by believing,
all that depend on our faith.
So many looks to know the Truth,
still never digging by them self,
but then,do we really have the clue?
Earth is full of different faiths,
with Holy men and Spirits of their own,
swearing,that only members can reach the light.
The Holy men them self,
have seldom made the script,
other made them so much later,
with many stories as help.
Asking members more of it,
how much they know the Book,
most answers are so shallow,
they know it only from the rite.
But if we hardly open any Door,
how do we know if it's the real,
what if it's fake and nothing more?
What if the Door of real, is much more close,
just there inside our self,
and all we need is meditating and browse?
The Heart is not in any Book,
it's deep there inside our self,
nothing more, nothing less,
and there we have to look.
The Heart and Truth are all we need,
and then a simple place to pray,
the Holy is for everyone and everywhere
from there we get the seed as real.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
There is no God higher than the Truth and as Buddha said "don't believe in what other tell you, not even in me, find the Truth by your self".Friedrich Nietzsche, very popular by modern Philosophers,put Humans into two categories,the Slave and the Mad man and with that he was meaning, that majority of Humans follow everything what is told to them, they are just believers and their minds are like Slaves. On the other hand are the few Mad men,who broke down the old and start the new directions, they are the one who bring in all the new inventions and dig into the unknown, they don't care about standards or roles, they take the risk, go into the chaos and bring out something new.
Nietzsche by him self died in the end as insane, so he was by him self a extreme Mad man.
In the life there are always some extraordinary Humans that explore deep into them self and find from there the Truth and then can give a new direction to whole the Humanity on the level in the time of living.
One very extraordinary man was C.G.Jung, the inventor of collective unconscious, who's Father was a Priest. He went trough many years of Hell in trance experiences,as can be read from his,"The Read Book" that came out some years ago. In that time he had even doubt by him self,if he was crazy, but in fact he had to clean himself from doctrines to be born as a baby, after first diving to the depth of himself and earning the wings to fly to the stars and to become a Human that understood about our psyche and other things, more than anybody before him.
There are always, from time to time some brighter Souls, with bigger wings than anybody from before, to come and clean out the next layer of the shadow and show us more of the light of the truth.
The fundamental still is, that before the next step is reached, there is always first a dive deeper into a wrong direction, before we broke us free from chains and take on the flight.
SUMMER FALLS INTO WINTER
The sun sinks lower on the horizon each day
In the woods it is no longer time for play
Buried nuts all gathered - nests and burrows prepared
The trees shedding leaves until limbs all bared
Crunching sounds can be heard everywhere
Of inhabitants busily scurrying here and there
Through carpet of orange, russet, red and gold
As they get ready for the impending cold
Each day sounds decrease little by little
Until no sound is heard – not even a whistle
The air getting colder and colder until
Everything starts to turn white and all still
Summer days have gone - fallen into winter days
The inhabitants snuggled into their beds to stay
Cozy and prepared for the dark days of gray
Until winter springs into warm bright summer days
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Posted: Oct 2019
About this poem:
Anymore seems like our days change right from summer to winter and winter to summer with very little fall or spring days.
Anew
As earthquakes rumble
expand to split the surface
lives engulfed by loss
Tsunami washes
the earth’s crust while salty tears
seep into the core
Hearts shaken, broken
lovely lives drowned, buried, as
seasons’ sun radiates.
Still underneath skin
hope courses veins, awaiting.
Spring, where is thy bloom?
expand to split the surface
lives engulfed by loss
Tsunami washes
the earth’s crust while salty tears
seep into the core
Hearts shaken, broken
lovely lives drowned, buried, as
seasons’ sun radiates.
Still underneath skin
hope courses veins, awaiting.
Spring, where is thy bloom?
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
With its promise of hope and renewalmay this season be a blessing to all!
Spreading the Word
So you contend what I say an do is true, With your infinity of misinterpretation of visions that you see, for my stories of documentation are portray for all my sister an brothers of the world do not be forsaken or fooled ,The task laid out for the journey of life is plentiful for the fruit of the labors are yours, And the heavy laboring shall always be mine the teaching's an learning's is to find within your self.
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Posted: Jul 2015
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Cemetery Dreams
Would you show me how you sleep so sweetly
Or could you teach me how not to dream
Mine have been deliberately consuming
Considerately they've been killing me
With reoccurring nightmares
Of creaking cemetery gates
The silent screams among the undead
As they lay me down within my grave
My heart beats restlessly inside of panic
Anticipating this hell I've never met
But it promised me that it missed me
Through all the nights I never slept
Its fingers grip tightly around my throat
The other hand covers my eyes
It hated that I believed in God
And all of His softly unspoken lies
Then I awake within a deeper panic
I still feel the impressions of its hands
Lord how many nights must I be pulled under
Before your heavens will take me back
~JJF ~
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Posted: May 2014
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His Daughter (There is a God out there...)
Link to video:
Twenty three years ago
Inside a dark lit room I sat
On my knees I was, humbled
For I was lost, got nowhere to go
Left alone, someone else's child in tow
Called a fool by friends who knew
I wanted to keep you
I was lost and alone
So far away I was from home
And your father never knew
Nine months I then carried you
Days before you were born
Fifteen hours on the bus
Your half brother in tow
Bus stopped, home at last!
Mom, Dad against all hope continued
Hoping and hanging on to faith
Every dawning of each day believing
One daybreak soon the bus would stop
And their daughter will be back
Before I could step out of the bus
I looked towards the house and saw
Mother was running; dad not far behind
Arms wide open reaching out to hold
The daughter they often dreamed about
Into their arms I sanked and cried
They held me up, we headed home
I've always known their hearts is where I belong
Faith like theirs, kept me strong
All those dark nights I was alone!
I was taught to always reach out
To my Father God when unsure, burnt out
Their faith in Him so strong
It kept them praying so long
For their child to just come home!
So my son when you asked your mom
"Some said I'm an unwanted child, is it true?"
My darling child all I can tell you
From the day God planted you inside
My heart became your very heart
It was never about wanting you or not
It was just about you being sent from above
A precious gift I was honoured to receive
Against the world I chose to have you in my life
For I knew God sent me you, my flesh and blood
Now you're 23, look at what we've been through?
Years Laced with fun, and joy, tears and laughter too;
Life adventures and growing pains in between
You turned out to be this beautiful guy with a beautiful heart
Remember always, you've been a blessing to my life!
gtp2014
I have tried to embed the video above but is not working for me.Can someone help me figure out how to upload a you tube video here? I would be so grateful...
Twenty three years ago
Inside a dark lit room I sat
On my knees I was, humbled
For I was lost, got nowhere to go
Left alone, someone else's child in tow
Called a fool by friends who knew
I wanted to keep you
I was lost and alone
So far away I was from home
And your father never knew
Nine months I then carried you
Days before you were born
Fifteen hours on the bus
Your half brother in tow
Bus stopped, home at last!
Mom, Dad against all hope continued
Hoping and hanging on to faith
Every dawning of each day believing
One daybreak soon the bus would stop
And their daughter will be back
Before I could step out of the bus
I looked towards the house and saw
Mother was running; dad not far behind
Arms wide open reaching out to hold
The daughter they often dreamed about
Into their arms I sanked and cried
They held me up, we headed home
I've always known their hearts is where I belong
Faith like theirs, kept me strong
All those dark nights I was alone!
I was taught to always reach out
To my Father God when unsure, burnt out
Their faith in Him so strong
It kept them praying so long
For their child to just come home!
So my son when you asked your mom
"Some said I'm an unwanted child, is it true?"
My darling child all I can tell you
From the day God planted you inside
My heart became your very heart
It was never about wanting you or not
It was just about you being sent from above
A precious gift I was honoured to receive
Against the world I chose to have you in my life
For I knew God sent me you, my flesh and blood
Now you're 23, look at what we've been through?
Years Laced with fun, and joy, tears and laughter too;
Life adventures and growing pains in between
You turned out to be this beautiful guy with a beautiful heart
Remember always, you've been a blessing to my life!
gtp2014
I have tried to embed the video above but is not working for me.Can someone help me figure out how to upload a you tube video here? I would be so grateful...
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
I heard the song and I could not help but be reminded of the time I had my son. His father left us, neither he or I knew I was pregnant. He also left to me another child he had with another woman. While my son was growing up, someone told him he's an unwanted child hence one day he came to ask me. With the help of my parents we brought them up, both my son and his half-brother turned out to be a couple of fine young men. There is a God out there to keep you strong when you've exhausted all options and you feel all alone or think you have nowhere else to go or no one to turn to!
Satori
Morning reverie:
the charming redolence of
a woman’s wet hair
the charming redolence of
a woman’s wet hair
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Posted: Nov 2015
About this poem:
It is haiku....Some of life'smagic is in the simplest things.
The Wind (Let all the Earth Rejoice)
Tell me, tell me, says the tree
Where have you been?
What have you seen?
Yes, yes, joins in the grass
Tell us, tell us
Please, please, chorus the flowers
Tell us all
Where have you been? what have you seen?
Ahhhhh! sighs the Wind
And gently caresses the tree
I've been far
And I've been wide
And many things I've seen
Things that make you glad
Others to make you sad
Some bring tears of joy
Some that break your heart
Some should remain unspoken
Others remain unseen
Some should be remembered
Many best forgotten
Through deep dank forests
Over freezing high mountains
Across many deserted plains
Along desolate coastal headlands
Into cities and many homes
I have been
All the sights I have seen
And places I have been
None will ever compare
To see the King
The Saviour
Born in a manger
Oh my! says the tree
Branches all aflutter
Yes! yes! the grass gently rustles
The King! the King!
Finally! finally!
Join in the flowers
The King is here
Where have you been?
What have you seen?
Yes, yes, joins in the grass
Tell us, tell us
Please, please, chorus the flowers
Tell us all
Where have you been? what have you seen?
Ahhhhh! sighs the Wind
And gently caresses the tree
I've been far
And I've been wide
And many things I've seen
Things that make you glad
Others to make you sad
Some bring tears of joy
Some that break your heart
Some should remain unspoken
Others remain unseen
Some should be remembered
Many best forgotten
Through deep dank forests
Over freezing high mountains
Across many deserted plains
Along desolate coastal headlands
Into cities and many homes
I have been
All the sights I have seen
And places I have been
None will ever compare
To see the King
The Saviour
Born in a manger
Oh my! says the tree
Branches all aflutter
Yes! yes! the grass gently rustles
The King! the King!
Finally! finally!
Join in the flowers
The King is here
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
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