HAPPY SABBATH + Free Will and Wild Ways!

IF I am living for my body
It must be because I am lacking in Department Brain
Which means that I, therefore, lack reason and thus
Behave like a starved animal in chains
Hungry, restricted, abused
Abusing myself for lack of a  meal feel
Which gives stomach-Satan the upper hand
To make me do whatever he please.

God made us in His Image.
God gave us Reasoning Free Will
Not to be used like currency
On hypochondriacs needing placebo sugar pill.

Problem with this thing called Free Will
Is that we can use it however we please
To help, to hurt, to hound
To turn a frown upside down
Thence to cry foul when Free Will wastes
Wounds, wrecks, and rebounds.

Thought is to think
What foul is to stink,
And Free Will is tied to - and tried by - Responsibility.

You know right from wrong -
It is written in your Code
So living like a Lush in lard will clog up Free Will and
Waste your Living Soul.

Okay. Let us think this through once more!

I don't meant to be a bore
But Free Will wastes if used solely on food 'n mood!
Food fattens off a feed!
Mood maddens off a need!
And Greed is Old Satan's pet steed!

Everything about Freewill is summed up this way:

Food - either for the body, or for the soul.
Give The Giver your Will and
He'll guide your Way
Fill your Soul
And the needs of your Body
Will be met under His loving control!

Free will
Self will
Won't Self set free.
Pray to The Father
Get on the knee
Deny your Self
Put your "wise ways" on the shelf
Do it willingly
And then - by God's Grace - you will be set free.

WILL means:

W hat

I

L ove, I

L oad - Good in bowl - Bad for the soul!

Just Because You Didn't 

Pay A Penny 'n a Pound

For 

Your Free Will

It Doesn't Mean You Should 

Sell IT To Sin 'n Satan for a (s)Cent!

Take the "I" out of WILL and add an "L" and it now means:

W illingly

L etting the

L ord

L ead.

Let us All strive to 

DAILY

let 

Our Almighty God 

LEAD US

to True Liberty by 

GIVING
or

RETURNING 

or

TURNING OVER

our 

FREE WILL

to 

Him!

God Ain't Never Purchased No Pajamas!

My God does not wear pajamas

He is not blind, deaf, nor dumb

He is neither short, nor tall, bub

He is the God of The Outcomes!

My God is also My Father

He listens faithfully to my every prayer

And if something is amiss with the asking

He doesn’t leave me with fears, and in tears!

My God is the God of Full Disclosure

He tells the beginning, and the end

It is then up to me how to operate

While remembering He is looking at how I contend!

I can go to My God with any problem

A concern, a sorrow, or just to say “Hello!”

He always has for me a ready answer

E'en if it is “Yes!” “Wait.” or just a plain “NO!”

What I am trying to say to you is

You can really, really, trust My God!

He is no paper saint, nor a plaster

He made us all! 

And, no! He can’t faint, fail nor fall!

So, please, get a grip of yourself, friend

Trust my God who is The God of Always

Available to those who look/come to Him

So put away the plastic, and let us say our prayers!

"Our Father, up in Heaven
Who condescends to hear man
Bless this, your child, who is asking
For help with the problems made by man!

Lord, we humans are unkind, even
Cruel and unkind to each other day by day
I pray, Dear Lord, for Your soon coming
Hurry! We are in self-destruct mode and
There is much death-dealing and decay!

There are children daily dying
The Fathers are lying
The Mothers sell themselves just to buy a happy meal
And the politicians! Oh yes! The great ones who us lead
Behave like leperous beggars
Carrying hog-lice, selling hornets nests
And sneezing, and sneezing, rabid fleas!

Father, our situation is precarious
'Cause we wear blinders, and dark glasses, late at night
We cover our ears with Dr Dre’s Beats
And listen to the deepest Bose super-bass
Whilst we call 911 singing
7-11’s 411 in basketball heat!

Have mercy, Lord, on us who believe You
Who trust You - in hope - as we pray
Give us You Grace to stand in this battle
For Father, Our Lord is Your Son -
He also is The Son of Man -
Who perfected Redemption's Holy Plan! AMEN."

We have OPTIONS!!

We have the option to live

We have the option to die

We have the option to tell the truth

We have the option to lie!

We have the option to Christ believe

We have the option to achieve

We have the option to God’s Spirit grieve

We have the option to deceive!

We have the option to remember

We have the option to forget

We have the option to option our options

We have the option to regret!

We have the option to win life’s race

We have the option to fail

We have the option to accept God’s Grace

We have the option to seal our coffins with nails!

Whatever decision we make this day

Whether we win or lose

We have the option to exercise our freewill

Heaven or Hell! WE CHOOSE!

Prayer: Grant Me The Mercy of Heaven!

Father, my heart is open to Your leading - grant me the mercy of Heaven!

Help me not to trust to, nor trust in, luck!

Help me Father to daily seek Your face 

as I travel along life’s pathways in this New Year.

Help me, Father, not to look with eyes of covetousness 

upon the dainties of those around me, for I do not know 

how the acquired their possessions, nor do I want to know, and

help me to stay contented with Your provision, whatever that may be.

Father, I ask for spiritual blinkers to be placed upon my eyes 

so that I can only see the straight path ahead, 

and help me to not yield to the temptations of the baubles and bounties 

of this dark world as they walk beside me to entice me from Your Light.

Even though I can’t store up earthly sustenance already utilized, 

help me to store Your spiritual food deep in my heart 

against the dark days that shall soon befall all men. 

Father, I am weak! 

Help me to be strong by, and in, Your Light for You say in Your word that 

Your strength is made perfect in weakness!

Father, I ask You to forgive me my sins,  

those I have remembered and confessed, 

and those long-forgotten and unconfessed sins, 

and I beseech You to help me to forgive myself,

 and to walk ever forward in faith. 

Today, Lord, I lay me down on the altar of sacrifice 

and I ask Your acceptance of my offering 

for Jesus' blood has made me clean.

I thank You for the many blessings 

You have already bestowed upon me, Lord, 

those seen and unseen, 

those known and unknown, 

those unexpected, and those unappreciated, 

and I earnestly pray for the soon coming of our Lord, Christ.

Father, I beseech You, by Your Grace, and in mercy, 

to bless me time and again so that I may bless another. 

Help me not to be tight-fisted with Your bounty 

but to open my hand, and my heart, to truly bless others in word, and in deeds,

so that Your Name may be glorified.

Help me, Father, to contend valiantly for the Faith, 

and keep me on the straight and narrow way to Glory.

Through it all, Father, keep me from becoming like Lot's wife.

Help me, Lord, not to look back, 

neither literally, nor figuratively as in my heart for what was.
Help me to look to what is possible to a life lived in You.

Help me to trust You, and in You, especially when I can't see You.

Help me, Lord, to love even as Jesus loves, and please engender

within me an unquenchable longing for ... Home,

for I am a pilgrim, and a stranger, in this vale of tears.

Thank You, Father, for hearing and answering my prayer. 

I love You, Lord.

 AMEN