Scream, scream, screaming:
Help those drowning
all around
and they look to their coffers,
and the piles fill into the coffins--
The tide is coming in and the flood
is just getting worse:
there's a rage building in the dead,
and we'll speak for them.
Wretched bodies flung into a funeral pyre,
and the silence is deafening upon the pile,
and we see our love burned to ashes,
and we see their hands deep in pockets.
Cold hard cash for the winners and
death sentences for everyone else.
There's a cold rage building in the dead
and we'll speak for them.
The march of the dead is coming and
pitchforks are on our side this time.
Too big to fail too big to fall to big to take on
too big for their own good too big so
let's build ourselves and let them know
we're too big to ignore.
There's a cold rage building in the dead and
it just keeps growing and
we'll speak for them.
If we're face down, six feet under, it doesn't matter
if their cash piles grow and grow
in the face of God they pray, bow, and pretend
it's fine as long as they say sorry
and it won't be.
A cold rage is building in the dead,
am ember burning
threatening to blow it apart
and it just keeps growing
and
we'll speak for the dead.
God is Greater!
So, don’t fear bad weather, news, and the taunts of your haters
You show God’s love by forgiving and unfailingly loving all your neighbors
Do!
And it shall be given upon to you
For you are blessed and highly favored by God
All these things shall be giving a billion-fold of what was robbed
For, Great is God than he or it of this world
Use your talents to uplift all man, woman, boy, and girl
For the time has come
My Dear Chosen One
To spread your wings and fly
Flying high amongst the sky
For your dreams are big bigger than you can do yourself
So, learn to depend and to submit to someone else
For, the greatest good
Use your gifts to uplift and pull others out of the ghetto and hood
I wish I could touch you and hold you tight
For, this is a fight for your soul’s life
Get Right
And get dress for church to go hear the Word
Trust, eventually you live out what is heard
For no man can stop what God has already ordained as His own
I pray, let His Holy Spirit live in your body your temple your home
I promise with God you’re never alone
I speak victory
I hope you hear me
Greatness, Purity, Holiness, and Wholeness
For you are greater than this!
I speak rise up him and her!
Pick up your bed, walk into your true worth, and sin no more for
God is Greater!
By Katrina T. Smith Copyrighted
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Falling are the beauty of heaven
Chanting their gifts upon our soul
One who sees are believers
Prosperity is amongst them
To Christ their souls are saved.
Gavin Sebake ©11.03.2018
We should thank God for each day we have to live.
We should thank him or every day that he gives.
He could take us twenty years from now or today.
Nobody knows when the good Lord will take us away.
But we should thank him for each day he gives to us.
We should thank him every day until we die when our bodies will return to dust.
John 20, the resurrection. Where the dead man that saved all of man was lain for three days. Sunday morning had come around, and Magdalene, Simon-Peter, and the followers went to that tomb for it was the third day. Except the tomb was empty, no blood and no stains, but his linen wrappings, lay there, all folded and neat, for the savior has risen from his sleep, the veil was torn and had fallen down to the ground. He rose so that I can rise and open my eyes and try to pry into your heart and soul, and I know that he has tried and still tries, but you guys just want to cry and cry "where is my home" and "where do I need" or "where do I want to go". The answer is simple, you go where he wants you to go, it's either do or don't there is no try, you fly or die because you don't want to waste this opportunity because you're running out of time. Do you understand what I'm saying? Do you hear the truth through him who is speaking through my quivering lips? If you can't believe me, just picture this, he was called out for blaspheming, after praying so hard for humanity that he was sweating blood, they beat him, spat on him, and even made a mockery out of him, they wrote "Jesus the Nazarian, King of the Jews". Once they got up to cavalry, they nailed him on the wrists and ankles, they say that the word excruciating derives from the word crucify, they had to make a whole new word for the amount of unbearable pain that he had to endure for you and I. What's more is that, to top it off, they made sure that he was dead by stabbing him, they impaled him, in the side with a spear, he took all of that pain and endured all of his hardship because he loves you. Remember when I talked about the linen being folded nicely... That relates to an old Hebrew tradition where, when the master is done with his food and leaves, he crumples it up and throws it on the table, signaling the servant to clean up, but if the master were to fold it nicely like that, it showed his servants that he is going to return again soon, so the great I Am, is coming again soon, because what good father would just leave his children by themselves, he's got to come back soon.
I love you, and God bless
He wept... John 11:35, he wept. Do you know why he wept? Even though he was "the image of the invisible God", he wept. He wept because he felt compassion for the suffering, he wept, because it killed him that the calamity of sin left all of this destruction in its wake, because the price for sin is death, and he had to pay that price on the cross, and he knew that he had to, because he loves us with all of his heart. He wept, because he was going to pay off the debt of bringing Lazurus from the dead by paying the price of his life with his own. He wept, because he was the gardener, and we are his wilting flowers, and he knew that the only way to save us, is by watering us in his blood, that he shed for me, and for you, and for anyone else who would put their full faith in him. He wept... And he's still weeping... Because he knows that I've been weeping, he knows what's going on in my life, and he knows that I have faith smaller than the size of a mustard seed, smaller than the head of a pin, and smaller than the period at the end of this sentence that I have written. He knows that I blamed him for taking MaGinger away, taking my joy, and taking all of the happiness that I have left away. He knows that I'm weeping because my mom, and step-mom has cancer. He knows that I weep because my dad has ulcers and that he wants a divorce, but can't leave that woman who has cancer. The great I Am is still weeping, because he knows that it's hard for me, But you know what... now I weep tears of joy, because my family has gotten closer together and closer to God, my mom's cancer is disappearing after every appointment since she gained faith in him, and after my grandmother passed I came closer to God and I yell out in victory to the Lord "death, where is your victory, where is your sting" because I know that one day, I will embrace her again in Heaven, so for now, I scream "hallelujah, he is risen, he is risen indeed" and tell Satan to get the Hell away from me, because he will never afflict me again, and never place any negativity in my life, because grace wins every time... So now, there is no more weeping, there is no more pain, because now my savior and I cry those beautiful tears of euphoria, because I know now that he loves me, and I love him, and we both love you.
Thank you, and God bless.
Peace
The feeling of rest
After a hard day's work
The weightlessness of relaxation
Finally
Serenity
No reason to fear
No longer any worries
My mind is happily blank
White like new-fallen snow
While I sit by the fireplace
On a Christmas morning
Calm
For my spirit is calm
My soul no longer pains me
I'll soon fall asleep
To waking dreams
And an eternity
Of sunrises
For at the bottom of my heart;
The dregs of my emotions lie
I'd given all to you
And you drank without satisfaction
I filled your glass over and over again
Yet you could not be content
I had nothing left to give
And then, like so many before
I was thrown aside
Cast out like a leper
But the thing about barrels
Is that they can be refilled
And someone wanted me to be filled
They poured their heart and soul into me
They completed me until I overflowed
They granted me a purpose, and a meaning
So now as I look upon you
Inebriated in your unfulfilled grief
Wasted in your past iniquity
I pity you
For we cannot be connoisseurs only
But we must be barrels as well
For we cannot drink alone
But must be drunken from again
Men of Iron, Men of Smoke
Red hands hidden in their cloak
Helter Skelter in their hearts
Silence people, so they start
End beginnings, death of life
Pleasured pain, calming strife
All their “truth,” is but lies
Hide the demons in their eyes
Propaganda lead the people
Separate the laws and steeple
All who speak against them die
Total darkness soon is nigh
All of those who live are dead
In a white world made of red