To Rulers and Judges
He's risen - Highest God - to do the judgment, fair,
Of the earthly ones in their whole band;
How long - he sad - how long will you else spare
The unjust and wicked people in your land.
Your sacred duty is to make support for laws,
To make no favor to the strongest ones,
To leave the widows and orphans in your borders
Without help and safety not once.
To save the innocent from all that harm and wrong is,
To give good shelter to unhappy folks,
To shield the weak from evil of the strongest,
To drew the poor from their heavy bonds.
They don't hear the words! They see and they don't know
Their eyes are covered with a veil of bribes and wealth,
The black injustice shakes the havens' dome,
And wicked deeds convulse the whole earth.
I thought, kings, you are strong as strong the gods of heavens,
And nobody else can judge you on the earth,
But you, like I, live in the yoke of passions,
And, just like I'm , are serfs of the Lord Death.
And you shall fall like leafs fall, that are withered,
From wet and bare trees by the autumnal sky!
And you will die, the great and wealthy caesar,
Just like your poorest slave will die!
Arise, at last, O God! God of the just and purest!
Hark to the prayers they recall with for your grace:
Come, judge, chastise the wicked worldly rulers,
And be the only king on Haven and the earth.
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Psalm 82
God in the *great *assembly stands *Bagnadath-el
Of Kings and lordly States,
Among the gods* on both his hands. *Bekerev.
He judges and debates.
How long will ye *pervert the right *Tishphetu
With *judgment false and wrong gnavel.
Favouring the wicked by your might,
Who thence grow bold and strong?
*Regard the *weak and fatherless *Shiphtu-dal.
*Dispatch the *poor mans cause,
And **raise the man in deep distress
By **just and equal Lawes. **Hatzdiku.
Defend the poor and desolate,
And rescue from the hands
Of wicked men the low estate
Of him that help demands.
They know not nor will understand,
In darkness they walk on,
The Earths foundations all are *mov'd *Jimmotu.
And *out of order gon.
I said that ye were Gods, yea all
The Sons of God most high
But ye shall die like men, and fall
As other Princes die.
Rise God, *judge thou the earth in might,
This wicked earth *redress, *Shiphta.
For thou art he who shalt by right
The Nations all possess.
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Psalm 82
God the supreme Governor; or, Magistrates warned.
Among th' assemblies of the great
A greater Ruler takes his seat;
The God of heav'n, as Judge, surveys
Those gods on earth, and all their ways.
Why will ye, then, frame wicked laws?
Or why support th' unrighteous cause?
When will ye once defend the poor,
That sinners vex the saints no more?
They know not, Lord, nor will they know;
Dark are the ways in which they go;
Their name of earthly gods is vain,
For they shall fall and die like men.
Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son
Possess his universal throne,
And rule the nations with his rod;
He is our Judge, and he our God.
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Psalm 10
Arise oh God and lift up your hand
For all around the wicked do stand
Like a lion in the den, they secretly wait
Crouched at the door, waiting at the gate
To devour the just and destroy without cause
To oppress the poor and all without pause
And no appeal to the wicked can make them budge
They neither consider their end, nor consider the Judge
Who is the Lord and King forever
And who holds time in His hand
It you Lord, bringing justice to the fatherless
And causing the righteous to stand
And on that day, when the Lord takes His place
The wicked will hide, they will cover their face
And they will cry out ' we were ignorant you see'
Yet forever in darkness they forever shall be
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I'm A Wicked One
They say it's off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can't be too abusive can't be too odscene.
But he's got a plan to build a future he's been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
He's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can't be all taht happy can't be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can't be all that punkrock can't be all that queer.
He'll make them wish they never knew him he'll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn't really know how to do that.
So we'll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'M A WICKED ONE.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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Wealth Wont Save Your Soul
(e) as we journey along, on (a) lifes wicked (e) road,
So selfish are we, for silver and (b7) gold,
You can (e) treasure your wealth, your (a) diamonds and (e) gold,
But my friends it wont save, your (b7) poor wicked (e) soul.
For when God calls, from his home up on high,
To your earthly wealth, you must say goodbye,
Then its useless to you, if youve strayed from the fold,
For my friend it wont save your poor wicked soul.
The rich man like all, will be judged at that time,
But all of his wealth, will be left behind.
For no matter how much earthly wealth you get hold,
Well my friend it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
This verse on demo record only * * * * *
When the world is on fire, on that judgement day,
For all of our wrongs, then we must pay,
But the debt cant be paid, with silver and gold,
No friends it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Child's Evening Hymn
Father! while the daylight dies,
Hear our grateful voices rise:
For the blessings that we share,
For thy kindness and thy care,
For the joy that fills our breast;
For the love that makes us blest,
We thank thee, Father.
For an earthly father's arm,
Shielding us from wrong and harm;
For a mother's watchful cares,
Mingled with her many prayers;
For the happy kindred band,
'Midst whose peaceful links we stand,
We bless thee, Father.
Yet while ‘neath the evening skies,
Thus we bid our thanks arise,
Father! still we think of those,
Who are bow'd with many woes,
Whom no earthly parent's arm
Can protect from wrong and harm;
The poor slaves, Father.
Ah! while we are richly blest,
They are wretched and distrest!
Outcasts in their native land,
Crush'd beneath oppression's hand,
Scarcely knowing even thee,
Mighty Lord of earth and sea!
Oh, save them, Father!
Touch the flinty hearts, that long
Have, remorseless, done them wrong;
Ope the eyes that long have been
Blind to every guilty scene;
That the slave—a slave no more—
Grateful thanks to thee may pour,
And bless thee, Father
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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In Gods eyes I will do no wrong
In Gods eyes I will do no wrong
You do not have the power to change me, you can never be that strong
You will never have the power to change me, in Gods eyes I will do no wrong
The pain you inflected, has not seeped into my soul, or dampened my spirit
The evil, and darkness, shown to me, so horrific, I wont forget it
Remember the voices you tried so hard to suppress
Their faces, not forgotten, in my memories they will rest
The meek will inherit the earth, and good will triumph over malevolent
I hold my head up high with the strength accompanying those which are innocent
To all those who have destroyed, the lives of people, villages, living under a foreign sky
I am not going to judge you, here is the reason why
You do not have the power to change me, you can never be that strong
You will never have the power to change me, in Gods eyes I will do no wrong
And god says judge not, lest you be judged!
Leandra Gebrakedan 2010 ©
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Weak may emerge
Weaker may emerge as strongest one
If support is received from everyone
Time and tide wait for none
Momentum has to be gained and work to be done
Whole world depends on sympathy and support
It will add to sweetness if we have good rapport
What else can we do to walk for an extra mile?
Life’s mission will be realized if thought for a while
No one can perform it alone
Even strong wind and rain has to accompany cyclone
It will have desirous or colossal effect of nature
In both the cases gloom is descending on future
It is natural cycle that prevents the weak
Strongest survive and weakest get stick
What else can be offered by him as defensive weapon?
When everything is at odd all and nothing clicks on
It is powerful game where weakest some times survive
They have nothing to loose so they slowly revive
Gather enough strength and build the hut with straw
Who else can win in the game of draw?
It is not weak but wicked suffers most
It will be near death blow with high cost
Why to feel sorry for strong or weak?
When chances are open to reach on the peak?
Do the weak all the time need sympathy?
Have they to sing constantly for their apathy?
Will they not rise for their legitimate rights/
Do they suffer without offering any fight?
Power grows from the barrel of the gun
Atrocities increase if you keep mum
Weaker may be suppressed for all the times to come
How can they be aroused to fight it out and welcome?
It is the fight between systems and follows up
It is sheer madness to be followed by cover up
Poor is always hit below the belt and made sufferer
In times to come he only will be torch bearer
Let the weak be given enough chance to excel
Why doubts should arise in mind and be not repealed?
Both will have to fight it out and lead the way
All uncertain clouds must be driven away
It is out of question who should stay and where?
They have to live amicably and stay there
No one can uproot them from stated position
It is fine and best available composition
There is nothing like term weak or strong
All are equal and must stay among
At any given time it may go wrong
Path must be cared out even if it is long
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God Save The King
God save great George our king
Long live our noble king,
God save the king.
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the king.
O Lord our God arise,
Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall:
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On him our hopes we fix,
God save us all.
Thy choicest gifts in store,
On him be pleas'd to pour,
Long may he reign.
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice
God save the king.
Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring.
May he sedition hush,
And like a torrent rush,
Rebellious Scots to crush,
God save the king.
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Won't You Take Time To Believe?
Christ is coming again to bring Judgment on the unruly and defiant,
But He's given Grace to all who believe The Word and don't deny it.
God will continue to show Mercy to Believers, who won't be denied,
But His Grace which He's displayed this age will be soon put aside.
Then God's Wrath will be poured on those, by whom Christ was denied,
And when He comes they'll cry for the rocks to fall on them to hide.
This will be during Jacob's Trouble, which is also The Tribulation,
Not only will God Judge Israel, but each and every wicked nation.
Although it's a time of Judgment as people seek Satan's exaltation,
God will have witnesses present at this time imparting His Salvation.
Now with the Age of Grace over, many Believers will face martyrdom,
But Christ will say to them this is My Kingdom in which you can come.
As for the men left on the earth, as they continue working in pairs,
One will be taken in God's Judgment, while the other one is spared.
With the increase of wickedness because man's heart is so depraved,
Unless those days are shortened, no flesh on the earth will be saved.
The Tribulation will be the darkest time ever experienced on earth,
And the only sure way to avoid it is through God's spiritual rebirth.
Friend the days are getting darker and Satan only wants to deceive,
With the Age of Grace still upon us, won't you take time to believe?
(Copyright © 04/2003)
Dear God,
Have pity on the poor and downtrodden;
Protect the innocents from death and strife;
Heed to the cries of the unborn babies;
Shelter the orphans, destitute, widows.
Forgive the repentant sinners fully;
Shield the righteous from snares of the wicked;
Give justice to those pleading at your cross;
Invigorate the weak and aged souls.
Give refuge to those oppressed by aliens;
Allow the pro-life to follow your code;
Prevent atrocities against upright;
Remove the tyrant kings and leaders fast.
Lessen the corruption that is widespread;
Punish the evil-doers and killers;
Save the honest folk from those demonized;
Mitigate the sufferings of your beloved.
Turn the deserts into verdure gardens;
Quench the thirsty, feed the hungry people;
Lessen the pain of those diseased and sick;
Console the bereaved and the elderly!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-06-2012
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Disasters
Disasters strike upon the land, some by God and some by man.
The disasters of a natural force, they come from God of course.
Some however are wicked plans, found in the evil heart of man.
Both will have the same result, moving men into deeper thought.
At times a quiet earth may quake, leaving destruction in its wake.
Such times are the finger of God, touching the earth that we trod.
Disasters will strike any nation, leaving behind much devastation.
Such disasters are truly unkind, leaving pain and suffering behind.
Many people escape the wrath, being far from the disasters path.
But it should not be ignored, as they need to reflect on The Lord.
Many disasters sure to come, were predicted by God’s own Son.
Some by God are meant to be, signs pointing all men to Eternity.
Others simply have their start, in man’s wicked deceptive heart,
Hearts, by Christ, we were told, in the end would only grow cold.
But all the tragedy soon will end, when to the earth Christ is sent.
Man has become so depraved, without Christ none will be saved.
Even the earth groans in pain, eager to be purged from sin’s stain.
As tragic as these disasters are, the end will be much worse by far.
For during the Great Tribulation, wrath will pour upon every nation.
As God’s final Judgment’s poured, on all men who reject The Lord.
09/2005)
Judgment Will Fall
Three billion souls and counting, as The Lord’s vengeance is mounting,
Against a world that’s gone astray, storing up wrath for Judgment Day.
God’s wrath on all who have ignored, Revelation of Grace by The Lord,
As Grace appeared to every nation, in Christ, revealing God’s Salvation.
Vengeance is mine, says our Lord, and on iniquity, wrath will be poured,
God’s Word makes it very clear; His Wrath is something all should fear,
As half of this world’s population, will experience unequaled desolation,
With one third of earth destroyed, as God’s agent of wrath is employed.
Simply look at this world we live in, you will see it is permeated with sin,
Satan’s agent to harden man’s heart, while iniquity does its wicked part,
In turning all men away from God, not knowing they’ll face His Iron Rod,
Christ’s Rod, against all men on earth, who saw in God no eternal worth.
God’s Judgment must and shall fall, from Heaven to this terrestrial ball,
To destroy God’s enemy, with sin, so a New Age with Christ can begin.
Facing such massive devastation, shouldn’t we preach to every nation?
Letting all know Christ is the path, on which one won’t see God’s Wrath.
One third of this earth will be no more, as God prepares it for The Lord,
Purging earth of every evil thing, for the eternal reign of Christ our King,
With a New Heaven and new earth, for all born of God through new birth,
Where we shall reign forevermore, with Christ our God and Eternal Lord.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
Psalm 94
They devise evil against your people
They are wicked in all of their ways
They do not consider your coming
The are foolish for all of their days
They sit on the throne of iniquity
And pass laws to benefit their own
They know nothing of God or HIs glory
They know not of the righteous throne
The Lord will uphold the weak
And those that are caught in a flood
He will cut off the wicked and greedy
And restore righteous for innocent blood
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Bible Stories: Esther (PartVII)
What Message Does The Story Convey?
God chooses Mordacai, an upright Jew,
Who brings up Esther, related by blood;
God gives a dream to Mordacai, one day,
Of things that happen later in his life!
The man gets chance to serve in King’s courtyard;
And saves the King from being killed by plot;
The King remembers what the man has done,
Rewarding him when opportune time comes!
God makes a Jewish girl of beauty rare,
The Queen and wife of Artaxerxes King,
Who rules a kingdom from Ind to Sudan,
And through her saves the entire Jewish race.
The wicked Haman gets punished by King;
Because his arrogance had gone too far;
God never spares an evil-hearted man,
Who schemes to destroy God’s beloved people.
The fervent prayers of the Jewish race
Evokes the sympathy and grace of God;
The Lord never abandons righteous souls;
The innocents are protected by Him!
God transforms rulers’ hearts to change for good;
Good Emperors are blessed by Providence;
The scattered Jews are ‘shepherded’ so well;
These are some points that Bible stories tell.
God has a special plan for everyone;
Our piety and fortitude will help;
No evil minds can destroy God’s people;
The wicked get punished even on earth.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-20-2007
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Evil is seen,
Evil is seen,
Evil is seen,
Always from what People do,
Most of them still Cannot Believe it,
My Spiritual Being saw alot of Evil from the Earthly dwelling,
Living that I may see the Evil from the Other Side,
Mankind is Ruined with Injustice,
In all Matters that lead to Success,
It is my own Being that Suffered to reach this Level,
My God is not Unjust,
It is by His Love that I see Mercy and Grace,
Moving on Forward than Ever Before,
There is alot of Evil seen on Earth,
I have seen what Mankind hast Done,
Realised that they all Fail by their own yoke of Injustice.
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As The Nations Rage
We’re not here to fix this world, but Truth, we are here to herald,
Truth of God and His Salvation, we’re to preach to every nation;
This world can be a sorry place, sorely in need of God’s Grace,
In a world where wrong is right, we need to point to God’s Light.
As we live out this present age, we sure see many nations rage,
Seeking political power and gain, the wicked hearts plot in vain,
Kings of earth counsel together, while Truth, they seek to sever,
Wanting to cast all restraint off, evil men toward God just scoff.
So it’s not hard to understand, why darkness pervades the land,
While evil men today conspire, against The Truth, that we desire,
But, God’s Truth, that we cherish, by their hand will never perish,
Even though they council together, God’s Word will last forever.
The Word which God shall fulfill, in His Son, on God’s Holy Hill,
Christ, who now reigns above, all that evil, these men speak of,
God, who scoffs at their decision, will have them all in derision,
Judging every darkened fool, when from Zion, Christ does rule.
Until then, all Believers must be, lights, for The Lord of Eternity,
As for Christ we make the case, while it’s still the Age of Grace,
That Christ’s coming back again, as Lord and Judge of all men,
And the only Hope in this life, is accept as Savior, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©05/2010)
Bible Stories: Job (Chapter IX)
Then Job said, ‘I know truth is so.
But can man justify with God?
By arguments, he can’t win God;
God’s wise in heart and almighty.’
Who dares the Lord and be unscathed?
God moves mountains before we know;
God overturns them in anger!
He shakes the earth out of her place.
Pillars beneath tremble thereof;
He orders sun and it doesn’t rise;
He seals up stars, stretching heavens;
He treads upon crests of sea-waves;
He made the Bear, Orion, Pleiades,
And constellations of the south;
He does great things ‘’yond reckoning’
He goes by me, I see Him not.
He passes by, I perceive not;
Should He seize me, who can ask why?
Who dare ask him, what do You do?
If God relents not, who can ask?
The proud helpers stoop under Him;
How shall I answer him much less?
Or enter into argument?
Though I be right, I couldn’t answer.
But make my supplication plea;
Had I called Him and He answered;
I couldn’t believe He’d heard my voice;
For, tempest-like, He o’er-whelms me.
He multiples my wounds sans cause;
He won’t wish me to take my breath,
But fills me with bitterness, griefs;
In strength, He’s strong and Almighty.
If I am right, I still can’t prove;
In Judgment, who can dare question?
If right, my mouth shall condemn me;
If innocent, He proves me wrong;
If perfect ev’n, yet, I wouldn’t know;
And then I would despise my life;
He destroys righteous and those wrong;
If scourge suddenly slays, He laughs;
He gives the earth to wicked hands;
He covers faces of judges;
My days are swifter than a post;
They flee away sans happiness.
Like eagle that hastens to prey;
If I can forget my complaint,
I’ll be less sad and in more cheer;
I am afraid of all my pains.
If I be washed with snow-water
And cleanse my hands so clean with lye,
Yet, you would plunge me in the ditch
And my own clothes shall abhor me;
For, He is not a man like me,
That I should answer him better,
And should we come in judgment both,
There’s no arbiter to deal alike!
I know I’m held not innocent;
If I’m wicked, why strive in vain?
O let Him take His rod from me,
And let His fear not frighten me;
So that, I may speak without fear,
But this is not the case with me.
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Wicked
Born wicked, but covered in blood, from the saving fountain above,
A fountain that flows from Calvary, to save a wicked sinner like me;
Born separated, right from my birth, as a lost sinner upon this earth,
Separated from God up above, who reached down with saving love.
God sent to us a cleansing flood, through His Son’s precious blood,
A flood which covered all the earth, affording all men a spiritual birth,
To every soul, within every nation, God offers in Christ His Salvation,
And to every sinner God offers life, through The Savior, Jesus Christ.
Dark and wicked down to my heart, but, God gave to me a new start,
Bringing me to Calvary’s Cross, He began to purge my wicked dross,
My Lord as Savior I came to know, said He’d make me white as snow,
As red as scarlet, my sin may be, I’m washed in The Blood of Calvary.
Dead in sin, I was spiritually lost, But, The Lord God, paid all the cost,
For all my sin and its punishment, through His Only Son, He had sent,
When on God’s Son my sin was laid, full payment for my sin He paid,
The Son bore all my wickedness, and gave to me, His Righteousness.
Though wicked and vile to the core, when on the cross my sin He bore,
God’s forgiveness was sent my way, and I stand in Jesus Christ today,
Now when God looks down on me, it is the Blood of Christ He will see,
The Blood which truly sets me apart, now that Christ dwells in my heart.
(Copyright ©12/2010)
Submitting To Authority
God commands that we submit, to the Authority of Government,
But to obey God over men, when their ways He would condemn,
When man’s law contradicts, the understanding of God’s Edicts,
So we’re to pray with holy hands, for the leaders of all the lands.
We must consider in the past, when Judgment by God was cast,
He would raise up a leader for, Judgment which He’d soon pour,
And all the law God had ordained, for all believers still remained,
God’s Divine Laws meant to protect, to this day, all God’s Elect.
Even as Israel fell from the Lord, His Law was not to be ignored,
The living under a wicked king, for His own, changed not a thing,
For God’s people were to obey, The Lord, their God, all the way,
To God’s honor and His praise, to be God’s Light in darker days.
With darker times ahead for us, in our God we must put our trust,
Who can change the heart of man, to stop even the darkest plan,
By fervent prayer to our God, He can alter paths the wicked trod,
As their wicked ways He frustrates, by means no one anticipates.
We must submit to all authority, with obedience to God a priority,
Whoever The Lord permits to rule, even if a leader plays the fool,
With man’s foolishness in place, sufficient for us is God’s Grace,
For we know their Foolishness, will fall to Christ’s Righteousness.
(Copyright ©09/2009)