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With the truest will and god by his side a sword in hand he will take command moving from side to side guided by the light an the blessing from above like a hurricane he will come cleansing the devil's hole rotting the seed and follower for witch he has sown

My love melted like a dewy snowflake

Tears dried into a salted rock

The love was a serpent I dared to forsake

Weathered storms on this boat I shall not mock

Sweet wine you are not my saviour

I accept defeat as I was carried to shore parched no more



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By peach.k F.

Yesterday when I was sleeping
I had an incredible kind of dream,
we were there, dressed in white
it looked a garden of spirits....
you were so pretty, around of flowers field
the sky was blue and the clouds looked cotton fields
This was my dream I know we were in a garden of spirits
Yesterday I cant forget, the trees were so green
and there was not dead leaves
Oh god I felt me in the heaven, I would like that could be this way
I believe on these sort of thing, I know we were in a
garden of spirits.....
We were in a garden on spirits, in a garden of spirits.

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.

When we hand over our hurts to GOD, he binds and heal our wounds…..you also hand over your offenders to him to deal with…..GOD always protects us by cushioning the fall…

The Eulogy of Grace Garden

GRACE is the lubricant that eases a man’s journey; it is the ointment that brings him freshness.
To operate outside Grace is equal is using a blunt cutlass. Any labor done outside Grace is a labor is futility.

It is fortune to contact Grace in your mornings. But to miss it is to company with fatigue. A one-minute work done under Grace has the capacity to fill the entire earth. But a forty-year labor fueled by human energy is sacrilege, marked for demolition.

A drop of Grace is better than a store of good. Grace announces a Man, Gracelessness cobwebs him. Grace is a priceless currency that frees a man from the fret of world-lings. It is the salver that services the eyes to behold external things.

Grace grows a man, Gracelessness grounds him. Grace is the life vest that keeps a man afloat on the sea of life. Grace is the oxygen that incubates the mind, it deflation results in fatality.
Grace is a pass, the license to prosperity the absence of it is the drought that impoverishes a man. Grace makes a man to leap over a wall, Gracelessness makes him to be stranded.

Grace is the alignment that balances a man for honors, to journey without it is to fellowship with dishonor for life without grace is grave.

A man bereft of Grace is a night traveler, susceptible to the oppression of marauding darkness but a man under Grace sky-rockets for he is humid with the freshness of the morning and rides on the wings of an eagle.

Grace is a field, a fountain, a reservoir. To invest in Grace is to top the world. For life outside Grace is grass.

But to locate Grace one has to locate the GARDEN.

Oh Father of Fathers

You gave us your son

That died for us on this holy day

we call Good Friday

You freed us from our sins and fulfilled the prophecy

Gave us a chance to be in the father kingdom

We tortured your son a slow

and agonizing death

The people that you died for

betrayed you and asked for

your crucifixion, spit upon your face, mocked

and humiliated you as they laughed at your suffering

You healed our sick and was our

teacher, fed the hungry took pity on poor

We disrespect your name

and break your commandments

Yet you only ask for the love of the

children to their father

I dedicate this pray and day to my Father and son Jesus Christ

We will soon rejoice Easter as your rise again to join the father

1/14/10

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

DID YOU KNOW, THAT CATS, POSSESS, THIS SPECIAL GIFT? SO TREAT THEM WELL, WHILE ON EARTH; CAUSE IF YOU DON'T; WHEN YOU SEPARATE FROM YOUR BODY; THEY CAN STEER YOU AWAY, FROM TREASURES, YOU EARNED, FROM YOUR BIRTH! THE PHAROAHS, KNEW WELL; OF WHAT I'M SAYING! DO NOT RELY, JUST ON HOPING, AND PRAYING! WHEN YOUR TIME COMES; ALL YOU CAN DO, IS; PUT, YOUR FAITH IN THEM; AND THEY SHALL GUIDE YOU, TO A HEAVENLY PARADISE; AND TO THIS, I SAY; AMEN!

God is departed
And answers no more ,
Forever is closed Mercy's door.

And now in hell
My bed I make,
Because my God
I did forsake.

He called me oft,
He called me long,
But I preferred
The dance and song.

I scorned His Love
So full and free.
And said, 'A myth was
Calvary's tree.'

I rushed along
At maddening pace,
Spurning each day
His saving Grace,

Until at last death
Sounded its knell
And I awoke in the
Flames of Hell.

I thought perchance
There'd be some friends,
But OH, my God,
They're only fiends!
Not a smile or word of cheer
Do I hear,
Only the screams
Of horror and fear!

Remorse, REMORSE,
What a terrible thing
To remember, here,
How mother did sing
Of 'Amazing Grace,'
'His Love for me,'
'I've found that gift,
So full and free'.

O,for a chance again to hear
The worship chimes
Play soft and clear.

But no, there'll
Be no song,
Eternity's long;
ETERNITY'S LONG!

But I chose myself
This bitter part.
I would not give
To God my heart.

The Fiends of Hell
My heart strings rend
And cry,
" Forever ! This can't end ".