Showing posts with label Proverbs 6:16-19. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Proverbs 6:16-19. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

CALAMITY: Thou, God, Seest Me!?!






Because The God Of Grace Doesn't Issue Punishments 
Immediately Upon Our Offending His Holiness
Men ... Failing To Hold Their Creator 
And
Savior In Godly Fear
Become Bold To The Point Of Stupidity 
And
With The Voice Of The Infidel Unbeliever, Say: 


"Who Sees Me!?! 
I Can Do Whatever I Want 
And
There Is No One Who Can Stop Me!" 

Beloved, 
Them's Fightin' Words! 

Unless You Made Yourself 
And 
Are The Creator, Savior, And Redeemer Of 
Your Own Soul
You Gonna Cry! 
The Lord In Zion Reigneth:
Heaven Is His Home
And
Earth Is His Footstool
Aka The Planet Upon Which We All Temporarily Reside!

The Lord ... Himself
- Who Is The God Almighty - 
Has Plainly Said:


"You Despise Wisdom
And
You Would Not Accept My Reproofs
So I Will Laugh
When Your Calamity Comes 
Because
You Do Not Hold God
Wisdom
Or Eternity In Your Heart!"


Foolishness Ain't Sense 
And 
Throwing Away Sure Pennies 
To T'ief Possible Pounds Surely Ain't Wise! 

Brethren Beloved, 
Dare To Stand Up Straight!
Dare To And Do Right!
Daringly Walk Wisely
And
Decidedly Discard Man-God Folly! 

Choose To Despise 
The Dark Debilitating Dankness Of Sin 
And 
Lovingly Embrace The Living Light Of Truth!
 
Choose To Do What Is Good And Right
Because 
Therein Is Blessing 
And
Remember Always That The Lord Jesus Christ
Is
King Glorious
And
The Final Judge Of All Flesh! 

Judgment May Be Slow 
But
It Is Sure To Be Right On Time
Because
The Living God
Whose Glory Is His Character Is His Glory 
The Maker And Ruler Of Time
- To Which No May May Say "Nay!" -
The God Of Order
Keeps Time Perfectly!


Check Yourself
Before You WrechYourself:
Humble Yourself
In The Sight Of The Lord
And 
He Will Lift You Up
At The Time Appointed! 





Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Real Weapons Of Mass Destruction + Prayer: Lord, Let Me Be Grateful




Whine
Manipulate
AND
Demand
Are The Real Weapons Of Mass Destruction
Used To Move 
Accessible Mama For A Nipple
AND
Laboring Dada For A Trifle
AND
The World For An Owing
BUT
The Users Of Such Weapons
Are Never Willing To Be Thankful For 
The Grace Of God
Over Themselves
AND
Over All The Living People!

This Son Blazingly Rages
AND
That Daughter Ragingly Despairs
For
The Love Of Instant Gratification
Is Causing Contentment
To Be Forcefully Displaced!

Greed For Gain
Makes The Never-Contented Children Of Men 
Drink
The Whine Of Discontent 
Which Is Not Of The Sort  Of Wine To Be Used
For The Stomach's Sake
BUT
Is The Bitter Dripping Of Acid
On What Should Have Been
An Impermeable Core Of Contentment
For
It Is Well Known That
Almighty God Provides
Whether We Are In Families
Or We Walk Lonely And Alone
AND
Have No Place To Call Home!

The Demanding Spirit
- Never Of The Cooperative Sort -
Thinks Itself The Cat's Meow
When It Opens Its Mouth
Uttering
The Attack Dog's Bark!
Fear Of Its Bark
- Ever The Herald Of Its Destructive Bite -
Gets For It Its Never-Need
Its Ever-Want
Because To Argue Against It
- Like Paper Against A Scissors -
Has Not Even Close To A Strong Point!

Manipulation
Is The Mead Of Wickedness
Used
Like A Balm Of Helpfulness
BUT
Covers A Careless
Coreless Conscience 
Made Accessible By
Ever-Lubricated Bat-Wing Doors
AND
Proving
Self Is A Whore!

In Consort
- Just Like Revelation's Triad Of Unclean Spirits Like Frogs -
Whine
Manipulate
AND
Demand
Those Undeniable Weapons Of Mass Destruction
Godless
Conscience-Less
Guiltless
AND
Beguiling
AND
Just Like Their Damned Originator
Pulse
Undulate
Titillate
AND
Obfuscate
To Decimate
Because
My-Want Trumps My-Need
Because
My-Greed Is The Speed
Through Which
Me
My-Self
AND
My-Eyes
Get A Feed!

Little
With Contentment
Provides Great Gain
For A Contented Soul!

A Lot
- With Licorishness For A License -
Never Knows That A Little
AND
Enough
Are More Blessed Than 
A Wasted Lot!

So ...

When Two 
Too Deep 
Pool Eyes 
Fill 
A Liter To A Stretched-Out One Gallon Slow-Belly
Know
Of A Sure Surety
No Matter What King Covetous
Unto Granny Eve Did Say
Death - Though Slow
Is Ever Coming
For
Eyes Always Have
AND 
In All Ways Possible
Will Make The Body
AND
The Belly 
Dearly Pay!


PRAYER:

Dear Lord,
Let Me Be Grateful
For What I Have In My Hand
For There Are Those
Who Have Not
And
Would Greatly Appreciate
Receiving Much Of The Good
That I Wickedly Discard
Into My Trashcan!
Let Not My Stomach
Prepare A Feast For Me
Which
At The Eating
Renders My Soul Captive
Unto Him Who Dearly Hates Me!
Let My Eyes Be Focused
On The Lord Jesus Christ
Knowing That
In The Fullness Of Time
I Will Enjoy A Perpetual Feasting
In The Heavenly Paradise!
Lord, Remember Me
And
Help Me To Always Remember
And
Love
And
Honor
And
Trust
And
Obey You!
Amen.