I Have Grave Doubts
Long ago when the world was new
It was a perfect paradise
Which every living creature knew
And none of them thought otherwise.
But then the Lord created man.
Equipped him with a brain to use
That's when the troubles all began
Man decided to refuse
To do as he was bidden to
Defied the lords authority
He thought he was entitled to.
As it turned out mistakenly.
Man was cast forth from paradise.
Or so the bible stories say.
A mixture of half truths and lies.
The church is teaching still today.
We have free will so we choose
What to accept or to reject
Amongst the many varied views
Promoted by each different sect.
I choose to disregard them all.
Despite their claims to know the truth.
The tale they tell of Adams fall
I can't believe without more proof.
I think religions are designed
to exercise social control.
A fact I do not really mind.
Which seems effective on the whole.
But when the founding figure dies
His followers will fight to take his place.
His spoken word no longer applies.
He is impossible to replace.
That's why we have so many sects
Which all attempt to dominate.
and show each other small respect.
With no attempt to integrate.
The separate wisdom which they teach.
Although they are quite similar.
Nor do they practice what they preach.
My words may sound familiar.
Because they have been said before.
By men much wiser far than me.
I am no fiery orator.
Nor do I think I'd like to be.
I see no point in taking part
In debates or arguments.
Which have no base from which to start.
Reviving ancient discontents.
What I believe is up to me.
Though I admit I might be wrong
It's my responsibility.
I merely try to get along.
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Free Thinker.
I don’t believe the world we see could happen accidentally.
Considered scientifically the evidence convinces me.
There has to be some master plan, some power which is greater than anything conceived by man. Which I believe because I can
think independently. Refuse to follow slavishly
the ideas which are currently accepted by humanity.
Though different creeds hold different views from a man is free to choose.
I am entitled to refuse. After all what can I lose?
I can accept that I might be completely wrong quite possibly.
But I believe that I am free to reject theology.
Though warring creeds have every right to see it as a sacred rite
Freedom to worship as they choose. I can respect their different views.
That does not mean I must agree. I tolerate quite easily
and all I ask their respect. I ‘m not a fool I don’t expect
they will relinquish bigotry and cease to try to convert me.
I don’t belong to any creed Because I can’t see any need.
I think that god created me and gave me the ability
To use my brain to think things through and that is what I choose to do
.
Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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Illogicality
In the beginning was the WORD.
So we are told but not who spoke
Which seems to me to be absurd.
I m forced to treat it as a joke.
No one to speak no one to hear
Which seems to be improbable
and fails to satisfy I fear.
I find it to be impossible
I would prefer a logical
explanation, I can
believe just might be true
But fairy stories will not do.
I’m sceptical, I need proof.
I can’t accept on faith alone
That what we’re taught must be the truth.
I think the truth remains unknown.
I can respect what you believe
I only ask you do the same.
Because I happen to perceive
A different start to the game.
Who was it spoke from whence came he?
Who created the creator.
Was he in fact pure energy?
that sprang from some stars molten core.
I only know I do not know
and I refuse to speculate.
About what happened long ago.
I am content to indicate.
I don’t believe, don’t even try.
I cite the lack of evidence.
The theory seems to fly
Into the face of common sense.
Although I do not claim to be
anything but a simple man
I must reject entirely
The claims of those who say they can.
Teach the truth because they know.
It must remain a mystery
They have no evidence to show
They have divine authority.
I’m sceptical and cynical.
I have a brain that I can use.
I am convinced it’s logical
to be determined to refuse
to accept what I was taught.
By those who know no more than me.
Although my teachers think I ought.
I will rebel instinctively
Friday,20 November 2009
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Your Choice
The being who created me.
Saw fit to grant me liberty.
I have no faith in pompous priests.
Who say all men are just brute beasts.
Who must be coerced to obey.
The rules laid down by God they say.
They claim divine authority
And say that they can guarantee.
A place in paradise for you.
But only if you're willing to.
Accept their version of the truth
Although they offer you no proof.
I may be wrong but I refuse.
I totally reject their views.
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Independent view
I reject Christianity
the teachings of Mohammed too
I must confess I’m not a Jew
I deny their authority
I choose to take a different view.
But I do not expect you
to give up what you believe is true.
I can accept quite easily.
Others may hold different views
which they believe in fervently.
It’s up to them But I refuse
not to act independently
I have free will so I can choose
To take responsibility.
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Gone Astray a rant
Gone Astray
A solemn silence fills the space
contained with cathedral walls.
A sanctuary filled with grace
But over it a shadow falls
There are few worshippers today
and they’re engaged in private prayer.
Although the tourists make their way
to see the wonders which are there.
They gladly pay the entrance fee
a charge imposed to help defray
the maintenance that has to be
paid for. This is the only way.
the church authorities can find
the funds which are necessary.
Although the ancient rules defined
access to worship should be free.
The churches now are businesses
and not what they were meant be.
It seems religion matters less
to the presiding hierarchy.
Than making profits to maintain
these symbols of authority.
Although the signs are very plain
Because they do not want to see.
That piety has less to do
with structures glorifying God.
Provided by the wealthy few.
Who did not think it at all odd.
To see this as their entry fee
to buy a place in paradise
A triumph for hypocrisy.
I think today we are more wise.
No longer ruled by the dead hand
of church enforced religious laws.
We are entitled to demand
the church must find a different course.
The world has changed and so must they
We aren’t required to obey
church leaders who have lost their way.
And do not meet our needs today.
It matters not which creed you choose
they do not practice what they preach.
Their teachings are of little use
If they don’t believe what they teach.
Intolerance and bigotry
Fostered by narrow minded priests
are prevalent it seems to me.
Truth does not matter in the least
21-Nov-08
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Think again
What lies beyond we do not know.
Deaths portal opens, we pass through,
no one returns though many go.
Most are convinced that this is true.
Though priest of all regions teach
that paradise is within our reach.
If only for the favoured few
who do as the priests tell them to.
The gardens where the waters flow
are where the devout Muslims go.
The Christians have a different tale
for their devout who do not fail.
We are brain washed in early youth
with different versions of the truth.
All men are prone to self deceive
and free to choose what they believe.
I just accept I do not know
and will not 'til it’s time to go
through that portal perhaps to find.
Heaven and Hell are states of mind.
Paradise or purgatory
are merely stories told by men.
Belief is not obligatory.
Perchance you need to think again.
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Inspired By God
All of Scripture is God inspired, thus useful for our daily walk,
For by God it’s more than desired, that our life reflect our talk.
Teaching, correcting and training, in the way of righteousness,
All spoken by Him pertaining, to a Christian’s walk of holiness.
Equipped for the work of God, for Christ our Savior up above,
As we travel the earthly sod, showing a world the Savior’s love.
Furnished by the Word and Spirit, to reach into the outer parts,
With the Gospel to all who hear it, as His Spirit changes hearts.
The very words that we preach, within this lifetime, to everyone,
Are those that the Spirit will teach, to all who labor for The Son.
Being taught the essential Truth, of all the Living Word of God,
To live our life as living proof, everywhere on the earth we trod.
Even correction comes to us, through The Word when we read,
Guiding all who place their trust, in that Living Word, they heed.
Correcting all who go astray, wandering off the blessed course,
Lead back to God’s Narrow way, through the all Eternal Source.
Trained in the Truths of Eternity, that has their origin in The Lord,
And began before you and me, which will continue forevermore.
His training never has an end, when we begin to walk with Christ,
Learning from an eternal friend, what carries on into Eternal Life.
Truth That Sets You Free
Words expressed to you and me, that the truth will set you free,
Not simply truth of any kind, but, Truth which leaves sin behind,
The Truth spoken of is Him; The One Who saves many from sin,
The Truth available to all of us, is the Lord Himself, Christ Jesus.
Friend in the Bible you shall find, God's Truth of an Eternal kind,
Truth that is beyond the world, Truth which Jesus Christ unfurled,
A Truth that's meant for everyone, coming from God's Only Son,
His Truth, which sets men free, from the present through eternity.
Common truths known on earth, for man, are of no eternal worth,
All common truths known to man, access not God's eternal plan,
They are better than lies for us, but, have not His Righteousness,
Common truth won't get us to, Eternity, prepared for me and you.
The only Saving truth, in this life, is Truth, in the person of Christ,
God's saving Truth all men need, His Gospel Truth all must heed;
Common truth will not set you free, or give you new life eternally,
For man's word shall fade away, but, God's Truth is here to stay.
The Saving Truth, you have heard, is there for all in God's Word,
The Way, the Truth and the Life, is the Living Word, Jesus Christ,
Whose Word comes from eternity, Truth, that saves you and me,
Reading His Word reveals proof, He's the author of Eternal Truth.
Indefinable?
I can’t define with certainty
what is or is not poetry
There are so many schools of thought
but I recall what I was taught.
When I was young and still at school.
That there was but one basic rule.
Most everything you write is prose
but poetry you must compose.
You choose your words selectively
so that they say efficiently
exactly what you want to say
but in a smooth and flowing way.
In common with all forms of art
sheer inborn talent plays its part.
All artists need to learn the rules
provided by the different schools
of thought which proliferate.
Study past masters of your art
so you learn to appreciate
artists who are worlds apart.
All poets write in their own way.
Free verse, free style or formally.
Some styles will last some fade away.
Why do you write primarily?
What is it that you wish to do?
What is it that you wish to share?
Your feelings or your point of view.
Are you afraid or do you dare.
admit that you don’t know it all.
That other folks know more than you
Pride always goes before fall
I think you’ll find that this is true
You can of course choose to refuse
all helpful offers of advice
and disregard all other peoples views.
Though in the end you pay the price.
I can’t define with certainty
what is or is not poetry.
Though I can say with confidence
that poetry should make good sense.
3-Sep-07
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The Living Word
I thank God for the day I heard the proclamation of The Living Word.
Faith comes from hearing, my friend, hearing the very Word of God,
Now The Word goes with me always to be proclaimed wherever I trod.
I thank The Lord as The Living Word entered my heart the day I heard.
The Word is very powerful my friend, as sharp as a two-edged sword.
It penetrates to divide soul and spirit to the attitude of the heart,
Convicting one of what really matters, once The Spirit truly starts.
The Word will fulfill its purpose as The Living God is not ignored.
The Living Word can truly change you, with no doubt about its power.
It took me from a world of darkness, where I lived but had no sight,
And opened my eyes from spiritual blindness into a world of light.
Maybe if you heard The Word you would accept Him this very hour.
But how can they hear and believe if no one has been sent to preach?
How can they have the inner peace deep within that will never cease?
Beautiful are the feet of those who preach the Good News of peace.
That is why I so eagerly choose to seek any available heart to reach.
As you face life's final curtain The Word alone is full of certainty.
God has prepared a place in Paradise for all of those who are His,
And for the unwise, fools and scoffers, He's prepared a fiery abyss.
God's not hindered by your uncertainty and ahead for all is Eternity.
(Copyright ©04/2004)
Evolving Lies
Things which are set, do not evolve, this, my friend, is my resolve,
Holding fast to The Lord God, Who, reigns above this earthly sod,
Trusting in God's Eternal Word, not just suggestions to be inferred,
But Truth from the mouth of The Lord, Truth that cannot be ignored.
From mortal man's evolving thought, many deceptions are wrought,
Changing words, spoken by, The Eternal God, Who reigns on High,
High above this temporal earth, Whose Words are of Eternal Worth,
As they show disdain and reproof, for those who hold Eternal Truth.
Our ways aren't progressive at all, with beliefs too narrow and small,
To accept post-modern thought, in embracing their changes sought,
Changes sought by the liberal mind, as they leave all morals behind,
God's unchanging moral law, which causes liberals to falter and fall.
Falling because of darkened hearts, so from The Lord man departs,
Creating for men an amoral state, wanting all to progressively relate,
Changing ways that can't change, for God above remains the same,
An unchanging God in all His ways, Who is defied in the latter days.
God's Word, that does not change, to liberal minds may be strange,
But, His Word, that in stone was cast, throughout all eternity will last,
As man's thoughts will fade away, God's Words, shall eternally stay,
Being the only words of any stability, in a culture of amoral liberality.
(Copyright ©08/2012)
God’s Story of Grace
This darkened world and all its fury, is not the end of God’s Story,
In a world, which gets darker friend, as you page down to the end.
A story that began with three, God, The Son and Spirit of Eternity,
When God’s creation was so right; a Paradise of Peace and Light.
When God created all He would, He said to Christ “it is very good.”
In God’s perfection at its very best, the devil entered in with a test,
To deceive the very heart of man, in an attempt to foil God’s plan.
But, His plan did not end at all, when Satan caused man’s evil fall.
For Grace now enters the story; this for man, and for God’s Glory,
As God determines Satan’s fall, through The Son, The Lord of All.
Satan resolute to deceive all men, by Eternal God, is condemned,
And soon will be cast forevermore, into an eternal fire by our Lord.
However, Grace for us will surely last, long after Satan’s been cast,
The Grace from God, that we receive, when in Christ we do believe.
A Grace which God gives to us, who in God’s Son, place their trust,
To save us from the one destiny, that Satan and his angels will see.
So the story that began in Paradise, lead The Son to be a sacrifice,
As our Savior on a wicked tree, moved by His love for you and me,
To grant all believers Eternal Life, through The Savior, Jesus Christ,
Who shall take us out of this night, into life everlasting, in His Light.
An Eternal Source
There is one man, Jesus Christ, who is the role model of my life,
My friend, His Word I hide inside, He is my shield and my guide.
The never ending source for me, of what through God I can be.
It is The Word of God of course, that Living and Eternal source.
Inspiring men through the ages, with God’s Wisdom on its pages.
And God’s Eternal Wisdom friend, found in The Bible has no end.
God’s Word began back in Eternity, before this world came to be.
His spoken word, penned by men, is the Bible’s source my friend.
Wisdom from its pages flow, challenging Believers as they grow.
Transforming a heart and mind, while leaving all the past behind.
Directed from the dark of night, through its pages filled with light.
Filling up with the mind of Christ, while preparing for Eternal Life.
To Moses God spoke The Law, to a nation both weak and small.
This Law would point every nation, to Jesus Christ, for salvation.
Christ then spoke to Apostle Paul, instituting Grace over the Law.
Through one man all would fall, but in Christ, there’s Grace for all.
Israel was given the oracles of God, to be led by His staff and rod,
To lead all nations to the place, so they could accept God’s Grace.
Grace has appeared to all men, in a world that stood condemned.
This Grace helps us to live our life, while we wait for Jesus Christ.
Friend God’s Divine Revelation, was spoken to reach every nation,
In the last days through Jesus Christ, to lead all men to Eternal Life.
Forgotten will be the words of men, all earthly wisdom that they pen.
Soon their wisdom God will sever, but God’s Word shall last forever.
(Copyright ©11/2005)
What Would Be The Point
What would be the point,
If a blade of grass
Was not meant to feel,
Its importance?
Would it be inspired to grow?
And to whom and what,
Does it attempt to impress?
Another blade of grass,
That stretches to grow fast
From its seed.
What would be the point,
If no flower bloomed.
To provide the bees,
With no nectar to gather.
To return to a hive.
Does it do this,
To keep itself alive?
What would be the point,
For the trees to exist?
If the leaves that grew from them,
Did not assist in the mixture of air.
That helped us breathe.
Do the trees do this,
To flaunt its deeds?
And what would be the point,
For us to seek love.
If all we did with it was to argue,
Again and again as if to win
Debates,
As to who is more deserving
To appreciate this gift of life?
With a stubbornness to convince,
Who is wrong.
And who is right.
What would be the point,
To argue, fuss and fight
If all of us knew this gift of life,
Was meant.
If not
Who's side of the argument makes sense?
If we all are here,
Getting the same attention.
And perhaps
In getting that attention,
There is envy and jealousy?
And anyone who says they believe with faith
Would observe that God has created abundance.
And those who choose to take and not give,
Seem to the ones self destructing.
At their own expense!
To make what point?
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Peaceful Rebellion
Brainwashed, conditioned to obey
Harsh rules laid down by foolish men.
Who tell you it’s the only way
while you are young and still children.
They have no answer when you ask,
but brush your questions aside
and sternly take you to task.
What is it that they have to hide.
Do they believe the things they teach?
I am quite sure there are a few
But most don’t practice what they preach
Whilst still insisting that you do.
I will not do as they expect.
I will rebel and choose my way.
I think it foolish to accept
as true the things they say.
I think it wise to scrutinise
The myths and legends we are taught.
Attempt to sift the truth from lies
From every source and every sort.
(14-Aug-07)
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Somebody, Somewhere Claims To Have Proof
Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.
Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Where is it?
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Does it exist?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
Can a duck pass as a pheasant?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof.
But...
Where is it revealed?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof,
Kept hidden and concealed.
Yet...
Somebody, somewhere confuses truth,
That those who 'Do' are not the losers.
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Hallmarks Of The Hero
From ancient times, each hero stood
Against each evil foe
And for the good did what he should,
Heroic deeds to show...
The humble hero knew his place,
To sacrifice his all,
Perhaps to save the human race
Or teach God's truth like Paul...
From time-to-time, their tales are told,
Like stories, nothing more,
Like parables, though good as gold,
We might choose to ignore...
We were not there, not witness to
Their strength and bravery,
Yet credit where credit is due,
Meant for posterity...
Initiative is borne of faith,
Directing every thought,
Is there someone I'm meant to save?
Some battle to be fought?
Is there a maiden in distress?
Some Princess I'm to love?
Some King that I must yet impress?
Or challenge rise above?
Perseverance has helped them, too,
How else could they endure?
To keep in mind that point of view
That helps them suffer more...
For sacrifice is everywhere,
As every parent learns...
But what are heroes without prayer,
If God above each spurns?
Thus heroes have a right to choose,
Freewill determines fate,
Another fight to win or lose,
The victor thought as great...
Consider every hero known
And all they sacrificed...
Of all of these, one stands alone...
Our Saviour, Jesus Christ...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
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Contend For The Faith
Many Truths jump from God’s Word, many Truths that need to be heard,
God’s Truths about salvation of men, and how they must be Born Again,
However, many people just cry foul, and irritably exclaim, why and how?
Just why is it that you continue to say, to Heaven there is only one way?
And how can you simply proclaim, salvation is found in only one name?
That Name under Heaven is only One, that Name belongs to God’s Son,
His only begotten Son Jesus Christ, Author and Provider of Eternal Life,
The only man to ever die for us all, to redeem all souls from Adam’s fall,
The only One to pay an eternal price, affording all men to enter Paradise,
Provided for all by The Great “I AM”; Jesus Christ, God’s Spotless Lamb.
Religion in the world plays a part, but God’s full Truth they do not impart,
God’s unchanging Truth of Salvation, found in God’s inspired Revelation,
From the very words of God’s Son, came His Eternal Truths to everyone,
That is for everyone upon this earth, so that all can experience New Birth,
A spiritual birth from the Spirit above, in accord with all Christ speaks of.
As His believers we can’t afford, to compromise the Gospel of our Lord,
For any other gospel apart from His, is surely a gospel that’s truly amiss,
All who embrace it miss the mark, following those shepherds of the dark,
So we must preach only God’s Truth, with the Holy Bible being our proof,
That all people need to believe in Christ, to receive from God Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©03/2011)
Children Of Paradise
We are children of paradise
When the lord created us
All his work was through
Then the children of paradise
Did the only thing
They really shouldnt do
Children of paradise
We started out there
Full of innocence in our eyes
And without a care
Were children of paradise
We knew of no crime
Until one of the meanest lines
Has changed our time
It was long ago
In the early morning glow
When it all began
With adam and eve
They were young and free
And for all eternity
They were meant to feel
No trouble, no grief
Children of paradise
We started out there
Full of innocence in our eyes
And without a care
Were children of paradise
In search of the light
That was put out in paradise
And started the night
It was long ago
In the early morning glow
When it all began
With adam and eve
They were young and free
And for all eternity
They were meant to feel
No trouble, no grief
We are children of paradise
When the lord created us
All his work was through
Then the children of paradise
Did the only thing
They really shouldnt do
Aaahhh...
Were children of paradise
Who didnt obey
When we followed the wrong advice
We wandered astray
Were children of paradise
In search of the light
That was put out in paradise
And started the night
It was long ago
In the early morning glow
When it all began
With adam and eve
They were young and free
And for all eternity...
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A Generic God
“Oh my God”, an often heard phrase, empty words uttered these days,
This not the God The Bible speaks of, The One, Who reigns up above,
As He said, “Don’t speak my Name”, hastily spoken, just taken in vain,
He is The Lord, many do not fear, speaking vainly, all over this sphere.
Most people who travel this sod, believe in something, they call a god,
This god isn’t The God of the Bible, One to whom we all shall be liable,
A generic god, many men herald, not God above, but one of the world,
Gods that have been created by men; gods, who Christ shall condemn.
The generic god’s held up by many, varying views, by which are plenty,
Embraced by people of all kinds, deep thinkers and even small minds,
So whatever men want to believe, this is the god, that they can receive,
And no changes are required of them, as their god will never condemn.
They may or not believe in Heaven, a belief tainted with spiritual leaven,
Changing instead, God’s Eternal Truth, so they are heading for reproof,
Also, as far as most men can tell, many of those do not believe in Hell,
As one’s death is final in their eyes, seeing no life at all, after man dies.
Now there’s men who once believed, but by Satan have been deceived,
Teaching all men shall find a place, in Heaven, apart from God’s Grace,
This is all part of man’s falling away, to a generic god we hear of today,
Falling from God’s Solid Ground, to another god, that will not be found.
(Copyright ©09/2011)