A (Sent) Presentation: What Would Have Taken Place With the Chance:
The Betrayal
It was absolute madness – without even considering the following: There is an Order to All, and a Force/Balance which supports All Creation. There are associated Reasons, Rules, and Laws – only known/sustained by God. Thus, God cannot be taken out of the (“Over All”) equation (of Existence). As God says, “Only I have the keys.” Should the presentation have succeeded, every “thing” would have Fallen. The resulting collapse within unimaginable destruction: Eternal Darkness. The result of what would be left – without His Hand: Eternal Chaos (and gnashing of teeth).
What Was Seen
From His eyes, as able to see across and inside the entire span/spectrum of the universe. From His eyes, as able to see past, present, and future. From His eyes, as seeing outside of the physical realm, looking down upon a surface (beyond His private place): God’s view (first, outer) of the final moments: before all light within all creation was swallowed up/reversed upon itself and then returned to (a new) darkness, like into a black hole (after a second Big Bang-type explosion resulted from a total collision). It was the last of flashes. Next (inner): a view of a star with a disrupted orbit – as a corresponding grinding (without support) was heard (metallic, but on a massive scale). And then, God said/reacted within Himself – “My Creation” – entailing the related magnitude of His sadness and loss. It was what would have happened – without a Biblical Fight.
What took place (a War) was to prevent what had never been imagined – until then. What has been taking place, since then, is what was necessary in His plans for Reconciliation of All Terms, based on what had to be done, that there may be a renewed future (freed from any need of Restoration). What is to follow (another War) will fulfill (revelatory) Scripture – and the very Word: “Who [will] open the book?” – “Who will ‘sing a new song’?” – and “Who will see ‘a new heaven and a new earth’?”
This is a reprint of a Common Dreams article – without calling out all the ways the climate change issue is being abused as propaganda in order to implement a WEF-style reordering of the world.
For almost 75 years, GuideOne has been an insurance firm whose primary business has been insuring places of worship, faith organizations, and religious schools. But in the past year, [they have] undergone a conversion. The company wouldn’t be the first to choose mammon over God. But given GuideOne’s stake in the religious community, the letter’s authors have made it clear that faith organizations will watch closely how [their] management will choose [for the future].
Religious groups of all stripes—from Catholic to Evangelicals, Hindus to Buddhists, Muslims to Mormons—have made it clear that climate change is a dire threat. Pope Francis and the Vatican have called on Catholics to “shun companies that are harmful to … the environment, such as fossil fuels.” The World Council of Churches ruled out any investments in fossil fuels as early as 2014. The Lutheran World Federation, many branches of the global Anglican Church, the United Church of Christ, the Islamic Society of North America, and hundreds of other religious organizations globally have divested from fossil fuels. This unequivocal religious consensus is reflected in the letter religious leaders sent to GuideOne: “As leaders and organizations in the faith community, ‘we see a moral imperative to address the climate crisis with the urgency it demands.'”
Standing and speaking out against a corporately-controlled ideology which denies any damage happening to our Climate or Environment (until their mansions start actually burning from the exponentially-exposed sun) is wholly honorable (and expected).
Believing is (was) not always based on “Blind Faith.” Many times (as many have experienced throughout history), certain (Godly) occurrences are (were) bestowed as gifts – which are (were) then beyond questions, and are (were) known going forward as Indisputable Facts. Along with the latter/former, there also are (and were) many Infallible Proofs, to coincide.
I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:
This shared vision was beyond sight/alsotangibly experienced – where both present and past entities of a self exist:
Present, as Past
A shining, robed group comes together in a subterranean area. As if taken there, one at the back of the gathering watches and listens. While the others stand over an alabaster casket with a hallowed form, they say “The secrets of John the Baptist are within this White Cross.” Thereafter, it was opened, and as they were looking in something could be heard (from beyond them): “The contents reveal to be …” [missing word is to remain secret].
Past, as Present
Next, Christ’s followers are searching on hillsides (after the resurrection), exclaiming “Jesus, Jesus” – in the air of “Where are you?” At the same time, but across from the latter, now as one traveling on a path among a small crowd of further followers, [he] relives looking just behind on a recent walk to glimpse at who was hidden, and sharing glances. Then, with a related yet distinctly different turmoil than the searchers, [he] said to another “I knew that it was Him. He told me not to say who He was.”
I look at the world, and I notice it’s turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake, we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted You were perverted too I don’t know how you were inverted No one alerted you
(I look) Look at you all Still my guitar gently weeps
As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me
What the time was that was on my watch
Yeah … and I said
(I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is?
(Care) Does anybody really care? (about time)
If so, I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no)
We’ve all got time enough to cry
And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me
And said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead
And I said
(I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is?
(Care) Does anybody really care? (about time)
If so, I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no)
We’ve all got time enough to cry
And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people
Trying to beat the clock, oh, no
I just don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know-oh
And I said … yes, I said
(Background: People runnin’ everywhere Don’t know where to go Don’t know where I am Can’t see past the next step Don’t have time to think past the last one Have no time to look around Just run around, run around think why)
(I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is?
(Care) Does anybody really care? (about time)
If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no)
We’ve all had time enough to die
Everybody’s wondering (I don’t care) I don’t care (About time)
About time (Oh no, no) I don’t care
In the name of Jesus:
I was lost;
I was found –
I was saved.
In the name of Jesus:
I found Love;
I found peace – As He gave.
In the name of Jesus:
When we find the songs –
Then we sing –
In His Name.
This is why we sing:
For the truth (as given).
This is why we sing.
When we find Your truth;
When we know,
We sing to the Holy –
As we follow.
Peace – as I was saved;
Filled – as He lifted –
I was gifted;
In Your Love, I was reborn.
In the name of Jesus –
I was found;
I was saved;
I am Loved.
Apocrypha: The Song of The Three Holy Children
AND they walked in the midst of the fire, praising God, and blessing the Lord. O all ye winds, bless ye the Lord: and exalt him above all for ever.
The Odes of Solomon: Ode 6
As the wind glides through the harp and the strings speak, So the Spirit of the Lord speaks through my members, and I speak through His love.
Jesus: The Son of Man: Joseph – Surnamed Justus They say that only the wind combed His hair, and only the rain brought His clothes and His body together. They deem Him mad, and they attribute His words to demons. Yet behold, the Man despised sounded a challenge and the sound thereof shall never cease. He sang a song and none shall arrest that melody. It shall hover from generation to generation and it shall rise from sphere to sphere remembering the lips that gave it birth and the ears that cradled it.
As he neared Damascus on his journey, suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice say to him,
“Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting Me?” “Who are You, Lord?” Saul asked. “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.”
So he, trembling and astonished, said “Lord, what do You want me to do?” “Arise and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do.”
Then Saul arose from the ground, but when he opened his eyes he could see nothing. So they led him by the hand into Damascus. For three days he was blind, and did not eat or drink anything.
“And it came to pass, that, when I was come again to Jerusalem, even while I prayed in the temple, I was in a trance; And saw him saying unto me,”
“Make haste, and get thee quickly out of Jerusalem: for they will not receive thy testimony concerning me.”
And the night following the Lord stood by him, and said,
“Be of good cheer, Paul: for as thou hast testified of Me in Jerusalem,
so must thou bear witness also at Rome.”
“But I make known to you, brothers and sisters, that the gospel I preached is not according to man. For I neither received it from man, nor was I taught it; rather, I received it by revelation from Jesus Christ. For you have heard of my former way of life in Judaism, how I persecuted the church of God beyond measure and tried to destroy it.”
“But when it pleased God, who set me apart from my mother’s womb and called me by His grace, to reveal his Son in me, that I might preach Him among the Gentiles, I did not immediately confer with flesh and blood.” “(Now concerning the things which I write to you, indeed, before God, I do not lie.)”
“For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, And that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures, And that He was seen by Cephas, then by the twelve. After that He was seen by over five hundred brethren at once, of whom the greater part remain to the present, but some have fallen asleep. After that He was seen by James, then by all the apostles. Then last of all He was seen by me also, as by one born out of due time. For I am the least of the apostles, who am not worthy to be called an apostle. . . .”
Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
“Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge? Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me. Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell Me, if you have understanding.” “Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew? From whose womb comes the ice? And the frost of heaven, who gives it birth?” “Who has put wisdom in the mind? Or who has given understanding to the heart?” “Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and spread its wings toward the south?” Moreover the Lord answered Job, and said: “Shall the one who contends with the almighty correct Him? He who rebukes God, let him answer it.”
Then Job answered the Lord and said:
“Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer You? I lay my hand over my mouth. Once I have spoken, but I will not answer; yes, twice, but I will proceed no further.”
Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
“Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me: Would you indeed annul My judgment? Would you condemn Me that you may be justified? Have you an arm like God? Or can you thunder with a voice like His?” “Who then is able to stand against Me? Who has proceeded Me, that I should pay him? Everything under heaven is mine.”
Then Job answered the Lord and said:
“I know that You can do everything, and that no purpose of Yours can be withheld from You. You asked, ‘Who is this who hides counsel without knowledge?’ Therefore I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which i did not know.” “I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, but now my eyes see You. Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”
And suddenly a voice came from heaven, saying, “This is My beloved Son,
in whom I am well pleased.” Matthew 3:17
“In this manner, therefore, pray:
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not unto temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.” Matthew 6: 9-13
And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts.” Revelation 21:6
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Now when the seven thunders uttered their voices, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from heaven saying to me, “Seal up the things which the seven thunders uttered, and do not write them.”
Then the voice which I heard from heaven spoke to me again and said, “Go, take the little book which is open in the hand of the angel who stands on the sea and on the earth.”
And he said to me, “Do not seal the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is at hand.”
Our roots drink from a soil of renewed casting;Drunk (in a past), Yet soon to be fulfilled (everlasting). Our trunks are girded with layered shields – Armored, that we may weather this ground As beacons . . . .
Peter said to Mary, “Sister we know that the Savior loved you more than the rest of woman. Tell us the words of the Savior which you remember which you know, but we do not, nor have we heard them.” Mary answered and said, “What is hidden from you I will proclaim to you.” And she began to speak to them these words: “I,” she said, “I saw the Lord in a vision and I said to Him, Lord I saw you today in a vision. He answered and said to me, ‘Blessed are you, that you did not waver at the sight of Me. For where the mind is, there is the treasure.'”
“At that time Michael shall stand up, the great prince who stands watch over the sons of your people; and there shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation, even to that time. And at that time … people shall be delivered, every one who is found written in. . . .
Centuries of backward ways, have many left behind us
Who can count the good men gone away
The fruits of all our labors have left us as we started
We’ve come too far to end it in a day
It seems that everything we do is wrong
A one way trip to nowhere all along
Just look around and tell me what you see
Another stupid page of history
[Chorus]
No one together, No one is touching ground
Look at each other, Chaos is all around
Same situation, Nothing is really new
No one together, No one is me and you
Lo! the horn of plenty is bursting at the seam
The harvest of the world will be our prize
We claim to know the secrets, the answers have been found
But how can one fool make another wise
‘Cause nothing’s better than it used to be
To live and die is still a mystery
We take away and we give nothing back
We just consume it all and still we lack
[Chorus]
Each day passes by us so quickly now
You can feel it drawing much closer now
The signs are in the faces of the people in the street
The signs are in the sounds I hear
The voices filled with hate and fear
You can feel it drawing near you now
The multitudes are searching, and wandering in vain
For what they seek cannot be found in men
The truth that lies before us now is plain for all to see
To grow without is not to grow within
For in the promise is a victory
To see the way that everything should be
To feel the joy that we were meant to know
We should have realized so long ago
We’re all together, Harmony will abound
Look at each other, All that was lost is found
New situation if our direction’s true
We’re all together, Everyone is me and you
And they sang a new song, saying: “You are worthy to take the scroll,and to open its seals; for You were slain, and have redeemed us to God by Your blood out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation, . . .
We look to Jesus Christ.
We look to the apostles.
We look to the prophets.
We look to all servants,
As we go forward –
As we look to God.
We go forward –
That we may learn,
That we may be,
one – eventually.
In the name of the Father,
The name of the Son,
The name of the Spirit –
We bow to the Word,
We bow to the Light,
We vow to a beginning –
Which shall come as an end.
Even as we are carried,
Even unto death,
We go forward;
We continue.
As we are delivered,
We learn –
Time, and again.
“But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.”John 14:26
Imagine:Millions of Christians (so to speak), many on television, radio, in print – claiming to have had visions, heard the voices of God and Jesus Christ – to have been moved by the actual Holy Spirit (as combined with all the latter).
Would that be a problem?
Would there be any accusations?
Why would there be any accusations?
What are among the most vile accusations – there could be?
What would be wrong – if there were?
Who questions how They choose to communicate, or when
(who questions)?
There are some things Christians should not have to hide.
Yet, why would some have to hide?
What is stronger, one minute, one moment of a Miracle
(of the Holy Spirit), or seven days of torture (afterward)? The moment[s] areForever. The torture is temporary.
What outweighs, should those days become relentless,
in correspondence – even over an entire lifetime?
There is a Promise: No matter what we face or how much we face it,
an ongoing fact of deliverance can still be lived, regardless –
for there is another life awaiting, where we are to be delivered
(from these clutches), eternally, thereafter.
Once we are born again, nothing outweighs this Truth.
A while back some ambitious apes figured out how to stand upstraight and use abstract thought, and now deep fried Twinkies are a thing. It’s been a hell of a ride. If you asked a human what the most amazing thing about humans is, they’d probably tell you something very humany, like “Our ability to think” or “Our capacity for self-awareness” or “Our resemblance to the White-Bearded Paternal Deity Who created us in His own image.”
Have you ever considered that God (the Oneyou constantly disparage) most likely appears to us in fashions of which, individually or as associated groups, we would relate – such as to Buddhists in a Buddha form, to Native Americans in their ancestral Indian form, and, correspondingly, also to Christians in a form constructed along lines of their expectations? Doubtful, because you don’t Believe. Have you ever sought to see that Spirit must exist for life itself to exist?
Doubtful, because you don’t even care to try and understand (this first level reality).
“What is the most amazing thing about humans”?
One answer: their Spirits live forever.
Without a living God, there would be no Spirit. And, since God is Spirit (shared), that is “beautiful” – to a level we can barely touch, in comprehension. This wondering, which can lead us to an acceptance of the Fact, is as natural as our need for water. If you think everything in existence (including aliens/life on other planets) just came together through an immeasurable happenstance of odds, without Spirit, your ongoing writing in these areas would equal a fomenting of attempting to explain our entire being (and infinite universe) as soulless science – void of any higher meaning, where we just live to die without any more purposes than weeds. Of course, you can continue your Atheistic “[ideological]” promotions while locking out due diligence; it’s your blog. But, no matter how much you do this, it will never mean you are Right: For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring. Acts 17:28
Moreover, the continuance will only further and further reveal your lack of Vision: without those first steps toward a broader seeking of possibilities, you will never begin (or be able) to understand, thus progress, to Belief. Until the latter and former is turned around, you will not fully “fall down before . . . another in breathless awe and wonder at their beauty.” How could you, when they are only “[ambitiously evolved] apes”?
I sent a message of love
Don’t you run away
Look at your heart baby
Come on along with me today
Well I am what I am thank God
Some people just don’t understand
Well help them God
Find yourself first
And then your tool
Find yourself first
Don’t you be no fool
Here comes a woman
Wrapped up in chain
Messin’ with that fool baby
Your life is pain
If you wanna be free
Come on along with me
Don’t mess with the man
He’ll never understand
I said find yourself first
And then your talent
Work hard in your mind
So you can come alive
You better prove to the man
You’re as strong as him
Cause in the eyes of God
You’re both children to him
Everybody come alive
Everybody love alive
Everybody love alive
Everybody hear my message
Robert Shetterly’s Americans Who Tell the Truthportraits and narratives highlight citizens who courageously address issues of social, environmental, and economic fairness. By combining art and other media, AWTT offers resources to inspire a new generation of engaged Americans who will act for the common good. . . .
“All we say to America is, ‘Be true to what you said on paper.’ If I lived in China or even Russia, or any totalitarian country, maybe I could understand the denial of certain basic 1st Amendment privileges, because they hadn’t committed themselves to that over there. But somewhere I read of the Freedom of Assembly. Somewhere I read of the Freedom of Speech. Somewhere I read of the Freedom of the Press. Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the Right to Protest – for Right.”
“Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” ^^^
“Nonviolence does not mean meek submission to the will of the evil doer, but it means the pitting of one’s whole soul against the will of the tyrant. Working under this law of our being, it is possible for a single individual to defy the whole might of an unjust empire to save his honour, his religion, his soul and lay . . . the foundations for that empire’s fall or its regeneration.” Gandhi
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“Political language … is designed to make lies sound truthfuland murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can at least change one’s own habits, and from time to time one can even, if one jeers loudly enough, send some worn-out and useless phrase – some jackboot, Achilles’ heel, hotbed, melting pot, acid test, veritable inferno or other lump of verbal refuse – into the dustbin where it belongs.” George Orwell
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.
Mary: And well I remember how once He raised His hand towards the sky, and His parted fingers were like the branches of an elm. And I remember Him pacing the evening. He was not walking. He Himself was a road above the road; even as a cloud above the earth that would descend to refresh the earth.
Love, I get so lost sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away, I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes, the light, the heat
(In your eyes) I am complete
(In your eyes) I see the doorway
(In your eyes) To a thousand churches
(In your eyes) The resolution
(In your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches
(In your eyes) Oh, I see the light and the heat
(In your eyes, the light, the heat)
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
Love, I don’t like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand façade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes (your eyes, your eyes)
In your eyes
In your eyes, the light, the heat
(In your eyes) I am complete
(In your eyes) I see the doorway to a thousand churches
(In your eyes) The resolution
(In your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches
Oh, I see the light and the heat
(In your eyes) Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes
Born amidst the wonder
Born among the lost
Watching the abandonment of reason
Taking in the moment
Taking up the years
Witnessing the end of our good season
Stirring strange emotions
Conjuring the fears
Each one sees the things they really want to see
Made a world of wonder, we made a world of pain
Now the days will come for the apostasy
(the days have come for the apostasy)
I am watching it fall around (me)
I am listening to every sound I hear
I am doing what I can do
As the daylight is fading on the Eve
Of the Great Decline . . .
Dumbing down the Culture, Chaos on the Rise
Watching all the beauty as it’s waning
Scene is so familiar, like words that I have read
The world is lost but soon a new one gaining
Ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
With my arms open wide
I threw away my pride
I’ll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life to you
And I, I’ve got a song to sing
Telling the world about the joy you bring
And you gave me a reason for living
And you taught me, you taught me the meaning of giving
When those of the world stage[s] put on ActsIn the Name of God
without His (true) confirmation, assurance, or guidance, historical repercussions most often (eventually) reveal their obscured Lies:
The deceitful directions/related measures were actually of
(and from) the darkest (princely) sources/powers.
John 21:25 And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if
they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world
itself could not contain the books that should be written. Amen.
The story of Jesus
So easy to explain
After they crucified him,
A woman, she claimed his name
The story of Jesus
The whole Bible knows
Went all across the desert
And in the middle, he found a rose
There should be no questions
There should be no lies
He was married ever happily after
All the tears we cry
No use in arguing
All the use to the man that moans
When each man falls in battle
His soul it has to roam
Angles of heaven
Flying saucers to some,
Made Easter Sunday
The name of the rising sun
The story is written
By so many people who dared,
To lay down the truth
To so very many who cared
To carry the cross
Of Jesus and beyond
We will guide the light
This time with a woman in our arms
We as men
Can’t explain the reason why
The woman’s always mentioned
At the moment that we die
All we know
Is God is by our side,
And he says the word
So easy yet so hard
I wish not to be alone,
So I must respect my other heart
Oh, the story
Of Jesus is the story
Of you and me
No use in feeling lonely,
I am searching to be free
The story
Of life is quicker
Than the wink of an eye
The story of love
Is hello and goodbye
Until we meet again.
I know that there’s a reason why I need to be alone
I know that there’s a silent place that I can call my own
Is it mine? Oh, Lord, is it mine?
You know I get so weary from the battles in this life
And as many times it seems that you’re the only hope in sight
Is it mine?
Oh, Lord, is it mine?
When everything’s dark, and nothing seems right, You don’t have to win, and there’s no need to fight
I never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land
But it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand
Is it mine?
Oh, Lord, is it mine?
When everything’s dark, and nothing seems right, You don’t have to win, and there’s no need to fight
If only I could find a way
To feel your sweetness through the day
The love that shines around me could be mine
So give us an answer, won’t you?
We know what we have to do
There must be a thousand voices trying to get through
Posted by WindHarps 
Awakenings 
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