Faith

Prisoner of Lore

Foretold once was a place begotten in
the Legendary War of Mankinde.....
faire in wealth and luxourie but void
of love and charitee..
But blind are not who root in povertee
fancy by foe, for foe forgot 
once a war
raged on in these lands 
but now led to become who 
once was won by ways of war
and the villainee they abhorr. 
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Poem: New Age Spirituality

Why settle for a counterfeit
when you can have the genuine thing?
For the purpose of "new age" spirituality
is replacing God with the Human Being.

 

Working from a false assumption
that Man is essentially good,
will lead us down destruction’s path
as History has taught us, as it would.

 

The fight for supremacy
of our human souls
is still being waged by the Devil
under his planetary control.

 

Humanism has its agenda
that’s carefully worked under Satan’s scope –
our demise is his goal, but settles
to leave us without any hope.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From the book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3

 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.

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Unbound Faith

Faith is unbound by extremist pressure,
Lick the wounds of a liberal fissure.
The point-blank wound given an emissary,
A Soluble cure for the target preliminary.

 

A fast food chain of asphyxiation,
We give up hope for the stationary.
All falsehood gospels of visionary,
Cough and whine under political disciplinary.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Short, but to the point, I would think. 

Your Loss

Folder: 
2014

What we had was real

What we had could not be denied

Well, what I felt

Its too bad you didn't realize

That this was until I lost faith

For months I kept this flame

Until you burnt me

By not realizing my love

And the moment you do

I had let it die within me

And had started another relationship

It was only about a week old

But I didn’t want to allow

This one to get away

Just because you said 'jump'

Yes, there were many things that

I could have done differently

But there were many, many

Things you could have done too

No, I am not like you

Yes, I am similar, but not the same

So, this is the last poem

I'm wasting on you

Because after this, you are

Out of my head

 

~Chrystal

Written on

 

May 23, 2014

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for an ex. Yes, I did get back with him about a month later, well at least I tried to.  But he couldn't get past the fact that I dropped him. In the end, it was his loss.

Poem: Spiritual Irony

Foolishness of Jehovah
exceeds the wisdom of Mankind;
torture by crucifixion
was to serve as a deterrent
to stop all forms of crime.
    
Inhumane treatment
demonstrates insatiable blood thirst
in a vain attempt to bring out
the best character of man
by placing World's justice system first.
    
However, death of the Innocent Lamb,
a perfect sacrifice God did decree
to bridge the gap of sin
using Man's worst punishment
in a twist of spiritual irony.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3

 


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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.

 

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Poem: For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay

Standing at the threshold
of Death's ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me...
As I've never experienced before.

    

Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.

   

Standing in God's throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.

   

Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.

   

Having been given my kingly reward,
in these times of everlasting days,
willfully I set my crown at His feet.
For upon my head, nothing gold can stay.

 

 

 

 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2008, All rights reserved.

 

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Poem: Enjoy This Season

Withering grass of this season
with your abundance of green,
take advantage of Today -
Contribute to this Earthly scene.

    

Enjoy your present strength;
ignore worries of the past.
Let the distant failures fade
and let sweeter memories last.

   

Be true to yourself always,
standing tall and strong.
Focus on your own meadows and...
Learn to hum to Life's song.

 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2008, All rights reserved.

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God helps those who help themselves

If you're wondering when I'll stop loving God, the answer is never.

I will love and worship the Lord forever.

God helps those who help themselves, this is true.

If you are in need, help yourself and God will help you.

We live in a world that is sometimes sinister and cruel.

But if God is a part of your life, life can be wonderful.

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Different And Same

Folder: 
2013

I know that faith and trust

Are completely different

That they always will be

I think in this case

They are one in the same

 

I know that you have a difficult

Time when it comes to trust

That anymore you can't

That way too many times have

You been filled with uncertainty

 

Well I have a difficult time

With having faith in anything at all

I have been hurt, completely decimated

So many times that it seems

That I am incomplete

 

But then I found you

And I found that you were simply existing

Just like I was so we decided to do this whole

Thing together and it has been so awesome

That never will we go astray

 

~Chrystal

Written on

November 24, 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About Chad. The love I was bound to lose.

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