Here you will find the Poetry and Prayers that I write, and access links to the traditional Gospel songs and Hymns of the Christian Faith of which I am a member.
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Hate you?! Why should I hate you?
Hate leads to murder
And that price is way too rich for my blood!
And if you don’t believe me
You need have a look at the time of the Flood where
Murder, mayhem, malice and mischief
Greed, graft, and gotcha
Carnage, caprice, and callous cons - no peace
Put pitiful people to call out: "Help!?! Police!!
I am following Jesus, for He said
Do good! It’ll attend you!
Shun evil companions, bad language disdain
And don’t the name of the Father ever, or once, profane!
Sure, I use four-letter language - to bless, not curse!
My words are love, aide, kind, best
Help, balm, cure, able
Everything else, I aver!
I want to be like my Master,
And that is not a chore!
He loves me, and I love Him
And He guides me day by day!
So hating you, my friend
Is not an option in my lore!
H indering, harassing
A ggravating, abusing and
T ormenting
E verybody and anybody to achieve ecstacy!
Help us, Father, to hold to our allegiance to the Lamb
In the face of great and studied opposition and animosity.
Help us to stand against the demon-heart encased
In the flesh of a human who would kill us For our faith in Jesus Christ.
Help us to keep praying, and obeying
Loving and longing for that home in the realm of the blessed.
Oh Lord, please keep us in Your care, and render us
Willing and able to maintain our allegiance and At the end, to stand up for: the Love of the Lord Jesus Christ;
Right-living; Faithfulness to, and through, Him Who redeemed us for His own; Liberty of conscience; The truth that is the Living Word; and Our living hope of Eternal Glory.
For
as long as D'Andrea could remember, she had always wanted to meet
Emmanuel a/k/a Mr. Right. Her
Mr.
Right! And
the day that she finally did meet him, she truly understood what all
the girls at the mission meant when they talked about meeting “the
one!”
He
was not classically handsome. In truth, he wasn't much to look at!
He
was tall – but not imposing.
He
was dark, and light, and fair, and comfortable-looking.
He
wasn't so important that she couldn't get close to, or reach for,
him.
He
wasn't so cold and formal and judgmental and imposing and intimidating
that she would want to pass him by with nary a second look.
He
was, well, like Bear Mom's porridge. He was just right! Kinda.
He
didn't have a house, or any visible means of transportation.
He
had an entourage, and a lot of groupies, and hangers-on but what
made him worth knowing was the fact that the two
most important big-wigs in the country hated him!
Family
by marriage, rich, and politically connected, An Nas and Cai A. Phas,
hated anyone who was more popular than themselves, and who – they
believed – took glory away from their house, and their productions.
Truth
be told, it was being bandied about that those two were plotting
to have Emmanuel killed!
Emmanuel
didn't even have a job though, it was said, he was a master craftsman
having trained and worked under the eminent Davidite artisan Joseph
Carpenter, and it was a fact that all he seemed to do was walk up and
down the countryside, and the seaside, talking to the locals as
though he was canvassing for elective office.
Some
of the people who had met him personally had reported that he had
some unknown power controlling him for he was able to dismiss their
impossibilities as if they never were!
The
day that D'Andrea met Emmanuel was the day that D'Andrea finally
found her home, her heart, her love and her true life.
D'Andrea's
recent life was one fraught with frustration, frugality,
feeble-mindedness, filth and fomentation.
In
short, her life was not a life or, at least, not a life worth living.
Disappointment,
drudgery, deprivation, disavowal and disturbance were her realities.
What
was to become of her?
Then,
she heard the noise, and she knew! This was going to be her day!
Come
hell, or high water, D'Andrea determined, then and there, that she
was going to meet her
Emmanuel!
Yes!
He has her Emmanuel
and she was going to claim him for her own!
And,
then, there he was! Right in front of her face!
Oh,
his eyes! Such beautiful eyes!
There
was a banked fire burning in those eyes that bid one to come and rest
for a while, and forever.
And,
that voice! How it undulated as it flowed and covered one in the wet
and wonderful warmth as of a soothing bath!
Emmanuel's
words as sound on silent wind caress D'Andrea's soul, and there is
ecstasy.
Finally.
Finally!!
No
more lies!
No more half-truths!
No more dissembling!
Here
is her heart! He took it!
Here
is past life. He cleansed it!
Here
is love made true. She accepted it!
Emmanuel
loves
D'Andrea loves
Emmanuel, and it is righteous.
D'Andrea's life has met her love, and she is ... home!
I just had to share this poetry performance and poet with you!
This young lady, Janette ...Ikz (love the play on the word!!) has done an amazing work that speaks to alllllll of us women who have known the pain and frustration of waiting, and waiting, and still waiting for him when all we needed to do was wait on HIM!! I love it!
Give a listen! She tells the story like only a survivor can!
