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Be hungry for God be thirsty for him
to come into your heart and soul.
Let him be one that is in control of
all that you do and say.
Let him be the one that is in charge of
your life for all to see him in me.
Just reach out to him for he is there
for you and me. He will set you free.
For all to see all your possibilities
that are inside of you and me.
You are my way to eternity .
You are my light in the darkness.
You are the answer to all.
Thank you Lord for all you have done
for me .
Thank you Lord for seeing me through.
thank you Lord for just being you.

I know this place
It familiar to me
Never been here
But familiar

This strange feeling that I know this place well
Have I been here before
The place is like I remember it well
Can't get this feeling out of my head

I sleep it on my mind as I wake
Their in the back of my mind
I feel I been here before can't get this out of my mind
I ask family and friends have we been here before

They all say no we not been here before
Was this from a past life that I had
I can't get this out of my head

Whats the plan, for humankind, for every man,
reincarnation to continue on, learn it all and
then we're gone,
Do we elevate to a higher state, supreme being,
all seeing,
Is there space for this human race, our egos
grow the more we know,
Self importance leads us on, finality beckons
it wont be long,
How ironic if we're soo great, to end as nothing
just here to mate.

THIS MAN CRIES
GOD DENIES
THIS MAN WEEPS
GOD SLEEPS
THIS MAN HOPES
GOD NOPES
THIS MAN WISHE
GOD FISHES
THIS MAN PRAYS
GOD NAYS
THIS MAN PREPARES
GOD DARES
THIS MAN PROPOSES
GOD DOZES
THIS MAN PLOTS
GOD TIGHTENS HIS KNOTS
THIS MAN DESIGNS
GOD WINES AND DINES
hE WATCHES THIS MAN STRATIGIZE
GOD DEFIES
THIS MAN EXPECTS
GOD NEGLECTS
THIS MAN DESIRES
GOD SETS FIRES
THIS MAN CHANCES
GOD DANCES
THIS MAN CALCULATES
GOD MANIPULATES
THIS MAN MANAGES
GOD DAMAGES
THIS MAN CREATES
GOD'S GOODNESS ABATES
THIS MAN LOOSES
BECAUSE GOD REFUSES
THIS MAN IS BUT A MAN
WHILST THIS MAN FAILS ACCORDING TO GOD'S PLAN
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Consider with me if you will the incredible tale, of Jonah & the massive whale,That golloped him right down,Without the slightest frown,Then spewed him up upon the beach Right beside the town, Where God had told him he must preach;I wonder if the whale actually did feel sick,Or if Wisdom had determined some creative trick,He was a servant of Jehovah & happy preaching to the Jews,But the Lord determined he must reach whoever he might choose,But he so hated those Assyrians They had just been so cruel,Why should he ever preach to them,Did God take him for a fool,They were as barbaric & inhumane as any to ever march the earth,Skinning enemies alive torturing them,treating them of no value of no worth,Inflicting such suffering & torment on Jews in times of war,It had made dear Jonahs heart Xtremely sore,He had pondered the matter deeply,considered it very well & determined never to preach to them they deserved to burn in hell,But our God of everlasting love,gazed longingly from his throne above,Yearning that people from all nations at least should have the chance,To repent of all their sin so in his presence they could dance ,For some from every tongue & tribe & nation,To join with him in heavens eternal celebration,So when his disobedient servant sailed the other way, On this his sad & most unhappy day,He just blew gently from on high,& made the tempestuous sea & sky,Just a tiny puff,was no doubt quite enough,to make the waters more than just a little rough ,So turn on with me if you will that Utube in your brain, & youll be shaken to the core & understand a little more the prophets awful pain, One small word of caution & our show is underway , Note carefully how Jehovah both power & wisdom does display, So sit back & relax right there in that comfortable armchair,And wonderingly behold the prophets deep despair,Slip on those special sailing in the opposite direction,Little dreaming of Gods creative way to correct the bad connection,

when you experience storms and rain
the first ray of sunlight breaks through a cloudy day
believe you Me the sun will shine upon your face again

Forget me not
when all else in you fails apart and you find no way of staying upright
hold your arms out to me I will catch you, you will see

Forget me not
when you feel all hope is lost, keep your eye and thoughts on Me
I died for you on the Cross

Forget me not
When it feels like your heart is broken into a million pieces
I fed the crowd with five breads and two fishes

Forget me not
When you are stretched beyond your own limitations and strength
grab onto Me I will get you through this
Unscathed Victoriously

Forget me not
when you are drowning in sadness
Remember Me and My love for you
so precious like the rarest of pearls

I’m here all the way, lift your chin up high
There’s a world waiting for you to obtain it

Legend had it to be
On the day of it’s creation
It was unhappy with his spot
In the Garden of Eden

God adhere to its request
And as a lesson in arrogance
thought to the
Cheeky Boabab tree
God made his roots grow upwards to
heaven you see

in a upside down life we live
we need to remember to
plant our roots firmly in heavens quest
turn away from the harshness
of direct sunlight of strife

strive to be like the
breathtaking beauty of the
Boabab tree
Plant your values firmly in God
Dreams and desires directed
towards the heavens

always find a moment of Serenity
and peace
in the corner of the shade
of your Creator s presence

Some day when I wake up,
I see the face of God.
That day I stand in the front, with no make-up,
and know the Love.

Untill that day I hold your hand.
And help you to understand.
You tell me there is a field of flowers
and I keep counting the seconds and the hours.

When will we be there?





I locked the door to the seventh floor.
In case you are bored, and want to be restored.
You may knock, and the peacock I am
help you to withstand the reality.

There is the stairway into the eternity.
There is the seventh floor with the answers.
If I may knock, and the peacock, you are,
show me the stars far above.
I will not ask the further questions why.



He is my best councelor.
He is the mighty creator.
My love for him although is a shadow
of the love and wisdom that within him endow
me and all the true prayers,
Some may say He is the slayer.

I say to you, what I know is true.
He loves you, and because of you,
He gave his life,
and from then on never dies.
If there is someone who lies,
it's the flesh, bottom line.

The flesh wants to argue,
hate and discriminate.
The godless nature
hates the creator.
The council to love,
to give and take.
There is nothing within us,
to withstand the pain.

But on the loving arms,
of Jesus who suffered.
We are strong
and need no buffer,
for the mighty angel
stands in the front line.
And there is the sound,
of the Almight'
"You will be free."

In th silenece of knowing, dream lodge
self regained spirit flowing, bullet dodge
inner casper and machine slowing, all sin dislodge
shadowsbeast worst refrain,trasnformation glowing
Bad karma slain,step back from tha pain, nomore owing
notime for drama, my rep soarin yep to the heavens its going
past crime, as the spirits guide in the dreamrealm where secrets lie
lifes path ways,learnin set on glide, one must selfseek beyond pride
teach the roles to play,earning up to moutains peek hesitation speaks cry
Frozen in a cacoon waitin in hybernation as spirits resume
lik tha spring bloom rebirth to the sound of the eye ringing on the moon

Failure, is the wrong road, when you have a long long way to go.
Danger, is the darkness, when you're too far away from home.
Precious, is the moment, that can take away your breath,
when, in a second of that same moment, you could have nothing left.

Special, is the star, that shoots across the expanse of skies,
and strength, the tears of sacrifice, I see written within your eyes.
Love, the skin and bone, that was crushed for us below his throne,
and grace, the gift of beauty, when the destruction is ours alone.

Peace, is the silence, when you find the center of the storm,
And patience, the pen that cancels, after the ‘end-of-the-line’s just been drawn.
Compassion, is the fruit, that falls on a dry and desperate riverbed,
providing not a cent, but giving abundant life instead.

Anger, is the thorn, that grows on the relentless bush of regret,
whilst pain, the prick and poison, that leaves the body and soul bent.
Forgiveness, is the rain, when all your walls are too hard to wash,
and perseverance, each single step, of every man who’s carried his own cross.

So…what if our hands, could lift up the whole earth?
Would we be the one to raise them? Would we want to be the first?
Would we use the breadth of our palms, and would we use every finger?
or abuse the strength of our arms, and just point at every sinner?
How can we be, in complete bliss, raise our voices or a clenched fist,
and swear by what we know, when there’s something crucial we have missed?
Could we ever manage alone, when we can’t even agree?
Or could we just trust in the God, who is the glue of the galaxy…