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God Knew What U Were Before U Had Become A Christian Celebrity

1. 1 John 3:17 "But whoever has the world’s goods (adequate resources), and sees his brother in need, but has no compassion for him, how does the love of God live in him?" (Amplified Bible)

2. Matthew 10:33 "But the one who denies and rejects Me before men, that one I will also deny and reject before My Father who is in heaven." (Amplified Bible)

3. 1 Samuel 15:23 "For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as idolatry and teraphim (household good luck images). Because you have rejected the word of the Lord, He also has rejected you from being king." (Amplified Bible, Classic Edition)

4. Acts 5:1 to Verse 11 1. "But a certain man named Ananias, with Sapphira his wife, sold a possession," 2. "and kept back part of the price, his wife also being privy to it, and brought a certain part, and laid it at the apostles’ feet." 3. "But Peter said, Ananias, why hath Satan filled thine heart to lie to the Holy Ghost, and to keep back part of the price of the land?" 4. "Whiles it remained, was it not thine own?" "and after it was sold, was it not in thine own power?" "why hast thou conceived this thing in thine heart?" "thou hast not lied unto men, but unto God." 5. " And Ananias hearing these words fell down, and gave up the ghost: and great fear came on all them that heard these things." 6. "And the young men arose, wound him up, and carried him out, and buried him."

7."And it was about the space of three hours after, when his wife, not knowing what was done, came in." 8. "And Peter answered unto her, Tell me whether ye sold the land for so much?" "And she said, Yea, for so much." 9. "Then Peter said unto her, How is it that ye have agreed together to tempt the Spirit of the Lord? behold, the feet of them which have buried thy husband are at the door, and shall carry thee out." 10. "Then fell she down straightway at his feet, and yielded up the ghost: and the young men came in, and found her dead, and, carrying her forth, buried her by her husband." 11. "And great fear came upon all the church, and upon as many as heard these things."

4. Constantly Denying the Lords requests he has laid on your hearts.
Then the next hell-bent level, denial and disobedience can graduate into
full blown rebellion and rebellion is as the sin of Witchcraft.
When God himself gets tired of your Witchcraft operating in his church,
you will be suddenly destroyed and that without remedy.

5. Proverbs 29:1 "He who, being often reproved, hardens his neck shall suddenly be destroyed—and that without remedy." (Amplified Bible, Classic Edition)

6. When God's Son hands you over to the father it is because your rebellion
has become as strong as the sin of witchcraft in you.
Jesus goes back to heaven to report and he says about certain
church leaders in his church, "father he told me to get out!"
When Jesus discovers that you refuse to obey him,
when Jesus discovers he can't do nothing with you,
that's when he hands you over to his father.

When God himself comes down and asks you the same question
as his Son did, and you won't know it's the father talking to you,
if you being a church leader, pastor, minister, bishop,
priest, if you tell him to get out when he shows up in your church,
that's when you will destroyed and that without remedy." (Proverbs 29:1)

Ananias and Saphira tried to play games on the Lord
as they had done previously with so many people
they had played people for years.
When they had tried to play the same behavior on the Lord,
at the least they had expected it had back fired on them,
and soon the husband and wife were buried.
In other words the two got smote for not keeping their
promised word that they had given to God.

Just like in that Movie called "The Reaping" (2007)
When he gets tired of your Witchcraft letting the Gates of Hell
operate in his church,
you to will be destroyed by the Wrath of God!
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Posted: Apr 22
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My grandmother's advice to the women of the village

I want to give you a recipe for youth: find an intelligent and reliable man and let him kiss you, all wrinkles disappear from passion.

Sigh quietly, raise your chest slightly, as if you are starting to feel sad, and gesture with your eyes to the embrace.

Well, then - let him hug you

Remember that youth is love! Envy, gossip, and anger are diseases

To maintain eternal youth, falling in love renews blood and relieves stress, depression and fatigue!
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Posted: Apr 22
About this poem:
So let me love you
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My grandmother advised me

It takes great courage to love women who are marked by the past, with a strong character, but with a kind heart. To heal their wounds, you need a lot of love, and above all you need to be smart, because they are so mature, so experienced that they no longer believe in what you say, but in what you are ready to do for them.
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Posted: Apr 21
About this poem:
A lot of suffering in pleasing a female
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In the springtime

In the springtime maybe we will dance in the flowers sublime

In the springtime maybe we can love one another just one last time

In the springtime maybe we can touch the sky as we learn to fly

In the springtime maybe we can smell the rain as it falls on upon the rivers and streams as it washes away our pain

In the springtime maybe the sun will glisten upon your golden skin and hair that I may be intoxicated by your beauty so fair

In the springtime maybe we can start fresh to see ourselves healed in mind and spirit instead of carrying around yesterday's mess

In the springtime maybe we can learn to get along and sing happier songs

In the springtime maybe we can dance to a new romance if we are willing to take a chance

In the springtime maybe we can run and play as kids once again before we get too old and only have time to visit each other's grave

In the springtime maybe we can let go and forget past regrets and write a new chapter of love and happier moments to get

In the springtime maybe we can wake up together embracing with our hearts racing making love until the evening sun and moon is facing

In the springtime maybe the love we sought for so many years we will recognize we had it all along but, it was hidden within our tears

In the springtime maybe just maybe instead of writing and dreaming of the love we seek we may one day fully experience it with someone we meet

In the springtime maybe we will wake up and realize it was all but a dream as we watch it flow gently down the stream
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Posted: Apr 21
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In the paradise of my thoughts

And now the longing starts to grow,
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.

In the paradise of my thoughts, I roam,
Gently carried away into their embrace.
As if I become weightless, I am flown,
Lost in the center, in that sacred space.

It seems to me, astonishing and grand,
I would not dare to hinder their flow.
Slowly, I begin to ascend and expand,
Through the paradise of thoughts, I go.

Now a traveler in realms unknown,
I seek to explore with a tender grace,
Places adorned by a longing tone,
Beloved by angels, in sacred space.

I lift my gaze to the sky above,
And witness a passing cloud's chore.
I realize I'm a traveler, guided by love,
Through many worlds, an explorer.

Then a weary thought does smother,
Forcing me out of that ethereal soar.
I shall return, just another,
Back to the earth, a mere mortal once more.

And now the longing starts to grow,
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.

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Posted: Apr 21
About this poem:
Originaly writen in Romanian word, but translated with the help o AI, i hope you will like it, thank you for your time
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Jocky58

The Chair.

The chair stands pulled up to the table
tight and proud
You're not comming back
No motion no notion!
The guests of the resaurant rave on
None could even spare a thought
Or an inkling of knowing the timing of your going
All inside me is serene
Perhaps I feel the peace at last
Of that knowing
Your time has past.
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Posted: Apr 21
About this poem:
It was writen at christmas time. My mother had died two months earlier. So at christmas I took the sleeper train to another country and stayed there a few days alone.
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distance

What is the distance? The word hurts, it pierces the soul painfully, the heart breaks so much! Not to be in another country, in another place, is a paradox! You can be thousands of miles away, but not far away, and sometimes you sleep in the same bed and you are far away! This distance, to be accompanied and to be alone, between many people and loneliness, to have a family, to be together and to be invisible! Another piece of furniture. Distance, unfortunately, is being close to the people you live with and no one seeing you, and walking without anyone noticing! That the night comes and no one accepts you, and more than that, they do not take you into consideration, just to be exploited. They remember only for their own sake, when they need you, and they deny you when their interests end. I think this is the distance
this is sick





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Posted: Apr 19
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There comes a Time. ( A Re-post)

The days are swiftly hastening
The shadows softly fall
I seem to hear the shepherd calling
From way beyond the wall
He has come to fetch the ill ewe
That lies so forlorn
To unite her with her lamb
She lost,a decade or so ago,
She has been pining for her,
Life for her has never been the same,
The ewe has now to bid goodbye
To all she knew, when on earthly meadows
She did graze,
The shepherd will pick her up
tenderly in His arms
And carry her safely o'er
And lay her gently beside her lamb
She had longed so dearly for;
Now Forever to abide;
No more heartache or pain,
No more tears will be shed,
For the place where He will lay her down
There will be peace and eternal rest,
Beside her precious lamb.
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Posted: Apr 18
About this poem:
I was so depressed today,thinking of my daughter,I went back to this poem I had posted in 2014.I wanted to relive my feelings through this poem to make me feel that my love & yearning for her has not died.I know some poets on here will think me crazy,( Do not read if you think me so,nor comment)but this a site where people are free to pour out their feelings.
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Returning to life...advice

Every heart wants warmth at every time of the year and age has nothing to do with it. No matter how cold life is, where there is love, the weather is wonderful. It doesn't matter how old you are... The main thing is to wake up every morning with the confidence that the person you need is next to you and loves you... Always be loved!
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Posted: Apr 17
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never regret the treachery of time

Do not be sorry for the treachery of time. Dogs have always danced on the corpses of lions. They do not think that by their dancing they are superior to their masters. Lions remain lions and dogs are dogs. Lions die in the forests of hunger and mutton are eaten by dogs. An ignorant person may sleep on silk and a person with knowledge covers dirt. Eternity is two days of security and one is dangerous. And living is two days. It is clear and turbid. Do you not see the sea with carcasses rising above it and resting in the farthest bottom of its pearls? And in the sky there are stars without number, and nothing is eclipsed except the sun and the moon. We blame our time, and the fault is in us, and there is no fault in our time except us. And we approach that time without sin, even if time spoke against us, and the wolf does not eat the flesh of a wolf and eat each other. With our eyes, let the days do what they want, heal your soul when the judgment rules, and do not be dismayed by the events of the nights, for the events of this world do not last, and be a man of fortitude against horrors, and your mark is tolerance and loyalty, and if your faults are many in the wilderness, and you are pleased to have a cover for them, cover them with generosity, for every fault is covered, as it was said, by generosity, and never see the enemies as humiliated. For the gloating of enemies is a affliction. Do not hope for forgiveness from a stingy person. For there is water in the fire for the thirsty. Your sustenance is not diminished by patience, nor is sustenance increased by hardship. There is no lasting sadness and no joy. There is no misery for you and no prosperity. If you have a contented heart, then you and the owner of the world are the same. And whoever is struck by death, there is no earth to protect him. Neither the sky nor the earth of God is spacious, but when the judge descends, the space is narrow. Let the days deceive every now and then, for there is no substitute for death as medicine.
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Posted: Apr 17
About this poem:
It is a vertical poem composed by Imam Al-Shafi’i, who is Abu Abdullah Muhammad bin Idris Al-Shafi’i. Among the most prominent topics covered in the poem are the following: the fluctuations of conditions for people in time, as there is no regret about that. The fluctuation of circumstances does not change the status and value of people. He mentioned some examples of the treachery of time, such as the ignorant sleeping on silk, while the learned sleeps on dirt. The poet's emphasis is that time has nothing to do with what happens, and it is wrong to criticize it, but the matter is up to human action. The call to be satisfied with destiny and destiny, and not to be afraid, as nothing remains as it is. The call to display the qualities of manhood and morals, and no matter how bad a person has qualities, he must cover them up with generosity and giving. The call not to gloat over enemies, or ask for a favor from a miser. Sustenance is written and destined, and calls for contentment and contentment. The inevitability of death....Written about 1200 years ago
Written by Imam Al-Shafi’i, translated by artificial intelligence
Birth: 150 AH / 767 AD
Gaza, Palestine, the Levant, Abbasid Empire Death on the last night of Rajab 204 AH/820 AD
Egypt, The Abbasid Empire Burial Place Imam Shafi’i Dome Landmarks Imam Shafi’i Mosque Nickname Abu Abdullah Title Renewed Imam, scholar of the era, champion of hadith, imam of Quraysh, jurist of the faith Religion Islam Children Abu Uthman, Abu Al-Hasan, Fatima, and Zainbal Father Idris bin Al-Abbas bin Uthman bin Shafi’ bin Al-Sa’ib bin Ubaid bin Abd Yazid bin Hashim bin Al-Muttalib bin Abd Manaf
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