Holier Than Thou
In the land of demonic praises...
They mask deception well.
Basking in torment and daily heated hell,
They are called to worship from kilns of comfort
To speak in tongues!
To convince those wrung with guilt and anxiety...
They are holier than 'thou'!
Allowing a congregation freshly singed to cool
From a blistering message performed to remind them
Of the instigating presence of Lucifer
In their lives!
IF they do not tithe in 'spirited' devotion
In the name of the Lord and His great sacrifice...
That have kept them out of the bowels of evil!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Is Visible
Not to see that which is visible,
But to worship that to idolize with symbols...
In beliefs that ruin the lives of others,
Is as demonic as it is to create wars...
With the intention to feed one's greed.
And to do it as if it is sacred.
And those taking positions against this...
Were diminished in appearance to look as if weak.
'The first time I hear the name Lucifer,
I was a child and sitting in a church.
To learn all I needed to know about 'sin'.
And to discover those who were doing it,
Around me.
And the one standing behind the pulpit,
Advocating the awareness...
In a very heated delivery to demonstrate.
Yes...
The first time I heard of evil,
I saw it done first in a church,
Where people were taught to fear.
But not cease from their practicing of evils.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Off to Church
Go with a desire to hear God's word
to lift up your voice and praise the Lord.
To join the congregation and to sing
as to the Lord your worship you bring.
'Come to me' you hear the Lord God say
as there to the church you make your way
and into God's presence you then go
with tears of joy let your praises flow.
Sweet communion with Jesus takes place
as there you meet with Him face to face.
For there is no greater love than this:
Knowing He is yours and you are His.
'It is with great desire, ' Jesus said
To meet with you and to break this bread.
Communing there in fellowship sweet
with the wine to drink and bread to eat.
Ordinary Worship
Ordinary people in this life, are used for God through Jesus Christ,
To help other men come to see, what He has done for you and me.
First worship begins in our hearts; it’s where all true worship starts,
And true worship, you will find, is with all your heart, soul and mind.
We seek God in an ordinary way, and to The Lord we humbly pray,
We worship God in Spirit and Truth, with no need of a sign or proof,
Knowing that He’s a God of Love, we lift our heart to heaven above.
Not confined by just one steeple, we worship as a universal people.
Ordinary people from every nation, become as one in His Salvation,
Saved by One Extraordinary God, to serve Him wherever men trod.
We direct our worship to God above, expressing to Him all our love,
And thankfulness for His only Son, God’s gift unmatched by anyone.
Our worship is mediated by Christ, who died to give all men new life,
A life of service we devote to Him, who died as a sacrifice for our sin.
Worship is performed in The Spirit, and a blessing to all who hear it,
As believers we gather corporately, to praise The King of all Eternity.
With hearts bowing in submission, to The Lord’s Great Commission,
Filled with reverence and in awe, of Christ, The King and Lord of all,
Prepared for service and ministry, for The Lord and God of Eternity,
Are ordinary people saved by Christ, to be an extraordinary sacrifice.
(Copyright ©07/2006)
Guilt
Onerous guilt
From the residue of sin
Guilt's foundation is built.
It fills my mind
and tarries in my thoughts
and all my sin
all my ignorance whim
it wroughts.
The terrible things said,
the acts performed
the blood I shed
the souls I deformed
Guilt, formed the residue of sin, and built
A kingdom of pain in me...
Guilt, the barren of caprice
Where mine heart cease
To be the lord over me…
Guilt thou build sin
And sin build thee
Thou work together
Simultaneously!
Guilt I accept thee, but do not follow thee
From Guilt's monarchy, my soul is free
Never more I will I kneel to thee or sin!
Guilty! ! !
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Carcas
A sacrifice after childbirth,
The period of separation;
A suspensive guilt like,
The carcas of an unclean animal.
To be fully cooked,
The meat is roasting over an open fire!
It must be very neat as well.
One person touches an unclean thing,
Another person touches a clean thing;
All in this world to make a choice.
The gleanings of a field,
To reap the harvest;
Olives and grapes,
You may eat its fruits;
But three times in a year you must keep the feast.
He is a stranger,
She is a stranger,
The first tithe is Holy;
Of leaven and honey,
Of peace and love,
Do not eat blood.
To the second tithe of grain,
To the second tithe of wine,
To the second tithe of oil,
Like a daughter of a priest;
Do not eat it raw or boiled,
It must be roasted!
He is poor to pay his debts,
She is poor to pay her debts,
Like a sacrifice after childbirth;
But he is a native of your own country.
Love, peace and care;
She is a native of your own country.
One thing is clean to you and,
Another is unclean to me;
But like life's own choices,
We have to offer a sacrifice after childbirth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shadow Of Deth
Auxilium meum a Domino
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
He leadeth me beside the still waters
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil; for thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies
Thou anoitest my head with oil; my cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever
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In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival Sept 3, 1662
What shall I render to Thy name
Or how Thy praises speak?
My thanks how shall I testify?
O Lord, Thou know'st I'm weak.
I owe so much, so little can
Return unto Thy name,
Confusion seizes on my soul,
And I am filled with shame.
O Thou that hearest prayers, Lord,
To Thee shall come all flesh
Thou hast me heard and answered,
My plaints have had access.
What did I ask for but Thou gav'st?
What could I more desire?
But thankfulness even all my days
I humbly this require.
Thy mercies, Lord, have been so great
In number numberless,
Impossible for to recount
Or any way express.
O help Thy saints that sought Thy face
T' return unto Thee praise
And walk before Thee as they ought,
In strict and upright ways.
poem by Anne Bradstreet
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Hopefully Yours
Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens
Satan and sins, Thy desire
Gave us fear
This time last year
In nocturnal December
Tsunami butted us on to despair
Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens
Evil and suffer, Thy desire
Gave us deluge to expire
Again in nocturnal November
This grave year
An unforgettable misery somber
Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens
Thou glee shall flee
Perishing with us souls eerie
Pounce on here to see
The unseen destinstion under an estuary-canopy
A seething change herein are we
Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens
Thrusted by the torrential rain
With tyrannic might the quaffed whole main
Mounted numbers of fallen lives down slain
Unhappy sign
Thy Mercy shall stop the chain
Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens
Sooner rings the New Year
Pictures of gone history poor
Be it pictures mere
Shan't be hung any more
Shan't be born any more
And Thy Mercy, will commend gaiety?
Hopefully Yours...
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Fall Of Lucifer
God the Spirit beheld the void,
Unformed without a land...
With all the wisdom He employed,
Envisioned what He planned...
And then before the birth of space
And time and life and thought,
He saw the Universe take place,
Yet not as some are taught.
When angels worshipped God above,
They looked on Earth with awe...
As God made Adam with true love,
Yet what was Adam for?
Thus angels asked what destiny
Awaited human flesh...
Condemned by curiousity,
Distrust was born afresh...
Archangels pondered just the same
When Eve from Adam's rib
Prevented praises of God's Name,
For silence stilled worship!
Confusion reigned and God cast out
The rebels Satan led!
Thus Lucifer, the Lord of Doubt,
Cast doubts in poor Eve's head...
When Adam followed in her sin,
God punished all Mankind -
Yet Lucifer did not give in...
Forgiveness was declined!
The Devil's doomed to crawl in Hell...
For all eternity...
As all God's prophecies foretell
That follow Calvary!
Billions live on Earth today.
So few alive to God...
In Jesus Christ, some know the Way!
Each soul bought by His Blood!
The rest are lost in grievous sins
And Hell they all deserve...
I'd rather love God's precious Prince
Who gave us life on Earth...
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Ala-ijere
Ala- Ijere!
The great land of great warriors!
Ala-ijere!
Land of great colonists soldier ants!
Ala-ijere!
Indeed, thou art established to be great!
Amongst lands! thou art a lord!
Amongst peoples, thou art a prince!
Amongst kingdoms, thou art an overlord!
In wisdom, thou art wisest!
In knowledge, thou art knowledged!
And in understanding, thou art very compassionate!
Great Ndi-ijere!
Great Eze-ijere!
Igwe-bu-ike eji echemba n-ala-ijere
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There Is No Insignificance
There is karma
And spiritual destiny
Like the beautiful madman
John the Baptist
Foretold by the prophet Isaiah
To prepare the way of the Lord.
Divine Friend of humanity,
Help us to comprehend and accept
Our place in the universe,
To be responsible with our spiritual gifts
To enrich our own lives
As well as those with whom
We daily come in contact with.
This life is about being huge
With the purpose of our love
And not allowing the deception
Of smallness or insignificance.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Hes Evil
Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
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Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsake
Thee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart from
Thee, shall be written in the earth, because they have
forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters.
Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed ; save me,
and I shall be saved, for Thou art my health, and my
great deliverer.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to
the gates of the grave ; I have deprived myself of the
residue of my years.
I said, I shall not see the Lord, even the Lord in the
land of the living : I shall behold man no more with
the inhabitants of the world.
O Lord ! by Thee doth man live, and from Thee is
the life of my spirit : therefore wilt Thou recover me,
and make me to live.
Thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the
pit of corruption ; for Thou hast cast all my sins
behind Thy back.
For Thy name's sake hast Thou put off thine anger ;
for Thy praise hast Thou refrained from me, that I
should not be cut off.
For the grave cannot praise Thee, death cannot
celebrate Thee : they that go down into the pit, cannot
hope for Thy truth.
The living, the living, he shall praise Thee, as I do
this day : the father to the children shall make known
Thy truth.
O Lord ! Thou hast been merciful, Thou hast
brought back my life from corruption : Thou hast
redeemed me from my sin.
They that follow after lying vanities, forsake their
own mercy.
Therefore shall Thy songs be with me, and my
prayer unto the God of my life.
I will go unto the altar of my God, unto God, the
joy of my youth ; and in Thy fear will I worship
towards Thy holy temple.
I will sacrifice unto Thee with the voice of thanks-
giving ; I will pay that which I have vowed ; sal-
vation is of the Lord.
poem by Henry Vaughan
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The Devil Within
Devil inside the mask thats displayed
On your knees you honor your master as you decieve
Leaving the doors you then show your true self
Evil walks as the devil that dwells in you
Your gangs and criminals with violence and murder will rebound
For we many in a hell where evil dwells in many hearts
Repent now to save yourself from losing your soul
If you choose to stay in hell to continue speading your evil from one life to the next torment will never end in your mind
Your true happiness with love will never be found
You will only be lost in your evil devil ways over and over For the devil is not in the ground as words say to be feared at the end
The devil is here now and must change his evil ways for a better world
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In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence
O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan
And see'st my dropping tears.
My troubles all are Thee before,
My longings and my fears.
Thou hitherto hast been my God;
Thy help my soul hath found.
Though loss and sickness me assailed,
Through Thee I've kept my ground.
And Thy abode Thou'st made with me;
With Thee my soul can talk;
In secret places Thee I find
Where I do kneel or walk.
Though husband dear be from me gone,
Whom I do love so well,
I have a more beloved one
Whose comforts far excel.
O stay my heart on Thee. my God,
Uphold my fainting soul.
And when I know not what to do,
I'll on Thy mercies roll.
My weakness. Thou dost know full well
Of body and of mind;
I in this world no comfort have,
But what from Thee I find.
Though children Thou has given me,
And friends I have also,
Yet if I see Thee not through them
They are no joy, but woe.
O shine upon me, blessed Lord,
Ev'n for my Saviour's sake;
In Thee alone is more than all,
And there content I'll take.
O hear me, Lord, in this request
As Thou before hast done,
Bring back my husband, I beseech,
As Thou didst once my son.
So shall I celebrate Thy praise
Ev'n while my days shall last
And talk to my beloved one
Of all Thy goodness past.
So both of us Thy kindness, Lord,
With praises shall recount
And serve Thee better than before
Whose blessings thus surmount.
But give me, Lord, a better heart,
Then better shall I be,
To pay the vows which I do owe
Forever unto Thee.
Unless Thou help, what can I do
But still my frailty show?
If Thou assist me, Lord,
I shall Return Thee what I owe.
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If you want to know what it means to be happy, look at a flower, a bird, a child; they are perfect images of the kingdom. For they live from moment to moment in the eternal now with no past and no future. So they are spared the guilt and anxiety that so torment human beings and they are full of the sheer joy of living, taking delight not so much in persons or things as in life itself. As long as your happiness is caused or sustained by something or someone outside of you, you are still in the land of the dead. The day you are happy for no reason whatsoever, the day you find yourself taking delight in everything and in nothing, you will know that you have found the land of unending joy called the kingdom.
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Devi Mahakaali
Hey Prakriti, Brahmani, Parasakthi
In the depths of the perpetual cosmos
Thou be the conscience and reality-ultimate
Thou be the spirit of creation and cessation
Thou be the genesis of affluence and refulgence
Thou be Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswthi
Yet what Thou be
To the ogrish panic of recurring atavism
What Thou be to the chaotic terrorism
Hey Devi
Invigorate macrocosmic to boom out
Fierce, black, multi-headed, multi-handed
Huge and dark like ageless kala(time)
Attired of demonic arms severed skirted
Ornately garlanded with demon-heads slayed
Edacious, quivering tongues of smoking fire
Terrifying with intensive swift blood-plops
Thine audaciously to destruct satanic devils
Munitioned whole of thine mighty dynamic
A dreadful persona handling a demon-head
Hey Mahakaali, be it the frightening threat
From the frowning brow of Durga
Furious Mahakaali hailing on
Triumphantly fulgent to slaughter
All demons and evil and satanic killers
Beware o' destroying attackers
Surrender, else be preyed
Praises to Thee Devi Mahakaali
Praises to Thee, hail to Thee
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He Died
He died in
Cold
And Lucifer
Went
For his soul
After
His first hell
In cell
On
Earth
He was taken
To deads
Hell
To suffer
A torment
Without end
Is this
Fair?
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Evil Land
We meet in an evil land
That is near to the gates of hell.
I wait for thy command
To serve, to speed or withstand.
And thou sayest, I do not well?
Oh Love, the flowers so red
Are only tongues of flame,
The earth is full of the dead,
The new-killed, restless dead.
There is danger beneath and o'erhead.
And I guard thy gates in fear
Of words thou canst not hear,
Of peril and jeopardy,
Of signs thou canst not see—
And thou sayest 'tis ill that I came?
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Absence of Fear
Where is all the fear today, in God, men know, at least they say?
Where is the fear within hearts, when from God a nation departs?
Forsaking God’s moral decrees, this, to do whatever they please,
Straying far from righteousness, to fill the land with godlessness.
What are we teaching children today, as men widen a darker way?
While shaking their fist of reproof, at our Lord’s unchanging Truth,
Enticing many a soul onto a path, that only invites His Holy Wrath;
And it’s hard to truly understand, just what’s happened to our land.
Our morals have indeed declined, this as many are spiritually blind,
Just giving lip service to the Lord, as Righteousness goes ignored,
With many others just unaware, of the prince of the power of the air,
Not changing his ways at all, while deceiving souls to spiritually fall.
Have we truly fallen that far, deceived by Lucifer, that morning star?
As leaders and the people praise, not God’s, but Satan’s evil ways;
While the days become darker still, in a land opposed to God’s Will,
Like Lucifer opposing his Creator, and cast down for judgment later.
How can men say they know, God, when fear of Him doesn’t show?
Both, in choices they make today, and in the lives that they display.
The wisdom required, understand, is a fear of God, across the land,
For if we do not return to God, we just may see His Wrath and Rod!
(Copyright ©08/2010)