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UNDER WORLD RED SEA STORMS

A Dream a message On waking I saw
A body in Sea Water was floating I saw
A fellow from a Ship dived down thinking death
And searched of that body around with his head

He spotted the body and looked into the eyes
A doorway of strife dead life in disguise
Once locked on with eyes a search he did long
He too became Dead locked into Sea strong

An onlooker was I .. I saw the trap game
And watched another fellow go seek out the same
'Tis I to be sure that looked outside it all
And worked out the saviors got lost in sea storms

As soon as the seekers the saviors were hooked
Via curiosity saving their time also was booked
A thousand of these got lost in the Seas
And found they were too amidst hell and eaze

I saw the Red waves they were all locked into
Roll over them all as Red waves kept construed
No way could they be saved for all who looked down
Into the Deep Seas of curiosity abound

The cycle goes on and more die to these calls
Of unwanted stuck Dead Eyes don't look as you fall
For Eye to Eye contact can sometimes be tricks
To pull curious Souls into Places well fixed

The only way to see without dying in that Sea
Is to not lock your Eyes onto fixed Red Sea pleas
So if one sees a body a dead one at that
Go down if You wish but don't look further than that

There's only one way to save if one dares
Look sideways at the shadows and avoid Red Sea glares
Under water worlds speak in Dream time to me
Beware The Red Sea the Dead Sea we may seek

If one dares to strike dive into and save
grab hands but don't look Eye to eye with this wave
And once you have locked your hands with another
Alive will become swim back to not smother

Have 4 men on deck your ship just in case
So you can see the pattern of stuck Dead as they waste
The forth will catch on to the Dead via sheer rescue
And never lay his eye as he dives in his Soul Bless U

Beware .. the Dead Floating for they are but just alseep
Make sure You are armed as the Undertows are Red deep
The Firey waves underwater treadmills of time
Give insights of the Wheel of curious eyes in our Mind

"LIFE IS A GIFT" according to some alleged deity
what god gives a 'gift' wrapped in atrocity
At some point everyone must question that concept
how could you not considering life's mostly inept

If life's some great gift what happened to mine
maybe it wasn't meant for me to be in that line
My heart constantly bleeds due to human sorrow
for too many life's supposed gift rings hollow

People suffer needlessly on this god-forsaken Earth
ask them what their 'Gift of Life' has been worth
How about "Gifts" born physically and/or mentally unfit
their life wouldn't qualify as a 'Gift' you must admit

I didn't willfully choose to become some pessimist
this pathetic excuse of a world tops reasons list
I'm cognizant this life was a so-called blessing from above
a REAL LOVING GODS 'gift' would've been all about love

Obviously 'Gift' has different meanings because life's no present
ONE absolute about our existence is it's unequivocally unpleasant

When it seemed like I had no future,
And it felt it was wrong to rejoice,
God called to me in a whisper;
He called in a still, small voice.

Child, why is your soul downcast?
Why is your heart filled with fear?
I am The Lord of creation;
You are the child I hold dear.

This life sometimes isn't easy.
Sometimes this life is just hard.
But I've sworn and I'll keep every promise
That I've made to you in my Word.

For you, there's no condemnation,
For you've loved and you trusted in Me.
Even this is a gift of my choosing,
The faith that you need to believe.

Trust that I'm working in all things,
Just like I said that I would.
Making you in Jesus' image,
That's My definition of good.

What good would I keep from my children?
My perfect provision is sure.
I gave you My Son for redemption;
I will give you the strength to endure.

No trial or trouble shall beat you,
My power is perfect and true.
Although hell release all its fury,
My love will carry you through.

I love you my child with My passion.
I've proven as much with My blood.
And nothing in all of creation
Can take you away from My Love.

God created the Universe so perfect and right
Looking up at night at all the star lights
Billions and trillions of stars have developed since time began
And the Universe continues to grow with no end

Not only does God keep track of each individual star in the sky
He can also count each hair on the head of you and I
Stop and think how powerful He must be
Yet His Love is endless for you and me

At times when I’m having a bad day
I have to stop and remind myself and say
Thank God for His Love and Grace
Don’t get so discouraged with such haste

So when I’m frustrated, down and out
I need to remind myself what the Universe is about
Both of us are part of God’s Eternal creation
It will go on and on for all future generations

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A lifetime of all Earthly wealth in this life
Cannot compare to what one day in Heaven would be like
Counting your blessings and saying your prayers each day
Is more important than counting all your wealth and pay

Far better to live in poverty here on Earth
And save your spiritual nuggets for your future rebirth
With faith here on Earth, your Father will provide
Even though at times you may suffer great strife

Walking by your side on Life’s great journey
He will stroll with you and never be in a hurry
So enjoy here what your Heavenly Father has provided for you
Until he calls you home to Heaven to be renewed

All heavy laden come to God,
Admit your sin ,its not so odd.
Find forgiveness in the blood,
Start a new life on this sod.

Break the curse, Turn from sin,
Feel God's love, get clean within.
Be the child you've never been,
Grow into a good christian.

Be made new, it's for you;
By God's word ,it's all true.
Eyes are open, all lies too,
Conviction strong,What do I do?

Agree with God ,that's the key,
Bow the knee and become so free.
Be Born again in Jesus' name,
Clean as snow, no more shame!

Grow in love with a God above,
Comfort from His heavenly dove.
Looking into His loving face,
Having a place in God's Grace.

The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see a gentle stream of smoke arising from the distant chimney
and headed for the shelter it offered, staggering on until he reached it.

It was a pretty cottage nestled deep into the hillside and isolated.
He tumbled through the door and collapsed on the floor.
Mistily he drifted in then out of consciousness unable to focus
aware vaguely of a gentle touch that soothed and replenished.
He drank from the cup pressed to his lips and then let go.

The old lady shook her head at the follies of mankind,
and set to work bandaging his festering wounds.
She made a drawing potion to clean out the poison
that had taken a fierce hold racking him with fever.
Then she covered him and stoked up the fire.

For three days he lay in a coma muttering about the war,
not an ordinary one, oh no, this war caused carnage.
Evil stalked the land every hand turned against the other.
Sons killing fathers and brothers and to what point?
A simple disagreement about Creed had started this.

Weakened by the ravages he was slow to fully heal
yet he learned much from the old lady causing him to rethink.
To look at things with eyes a-new seeing the other point of view.
These new values he took with him when he left thanking her gratefully.
He set out on a new route, his task now to heal and bring peace.

Standing a-midst the crowd on a small hillock he taught them new values
not by preaching as such but by parables that showed the way to peace.
After all he would say; Pause and Think, For What are We without hope?
Everything gone by can be changed, all we have to do is care and act.
So lit the small flicker in your heart and fan up a healing blazing flame.

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.

I may not ease
your aching heart ;
or take the pain away!

But the Bible says
there's One who can!

Just believe and
take HIS hand,
He will stand by you
to face the world;
And calm your fears
and make you smile!

He died for you
to set you free,
So take HIM now
for eternity!....

He's every day the same,
Jesus is His name .
He'll forgive your sin
and clean you within !

Once upon a Christmas a long time ago,
Santa was getting ready for his annual trip,
But problems began to appear high and low,
It was enough to give even Santa the pip.

Four of Santa’s elves got sick, life can be cruel,
The trainee elves could not produce toys very fast,
So Santa was becoming behind schedule,
And as a result he felt very downcast.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her mum was coming to stay,
Santa couldn’t stand the whining old biddy,
This stressed Santa even more on this important day,
It made him nauseous and quite giddy.

When Santa went to harness his reindeer, what a mess,
Three were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence,
They were out there somewhere which caused him more distress,
His face grimaced as his body became tense.


When he began to load the sleigh it cracked like a gun,
The toy bag was scattered all over the icy ground,
This Christmas Eve was turning out to be not much fun,
Which was echoed in the sleigh bells’ hollow sound.

Santa needed a drink; his usual apple cider and rum,
But the elves had hidden his liquor and he had nothing to drink,
He began to get frustrated and morbidly glum,
He could see that his career was teetering on the brink.


Then he accidentally dropped his cider pot on the floor,
It broke into a hundred little pieces all over the kitchen,
When he reached for the broom, mice had eaten the end with straw,
It was like some horror story fiction.


But just then when all was doom and gloom, the doorbell rang,
Santa opened it and saw a little angel with a great big tree,
“Merry Christmas…what a lovely day,” the little angel sang,
His face beaming with Christmas spirit so joyous and free.

“I have this beautiful tree for you, where would you like me to stick it?”
He said like a happy queen bee,
Santa without thought knew where it would fit…
Thus began the tradition of the little angel a top the Christmas tree.