Dance of the Saints
November 13, 2019Passages of Love
November 28, 2017Ain’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
(Hey Baby) New Rising Sun
July 26, 2017The 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.
Balancing (Times)
October 5, 2013
But do not forget this one thing, dear friends:
With the Lord a day is like a thousand years,
and a thousand years are like a day.
Machine Gun: Victims of the Fury
August 28, 2013“So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain”
Evil man make me kill you
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we’re only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
You know what I mean?
Hey, and your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now
Yeah, but you still blast me down, to the ground
We were blessed as though in heaven
We were messengers of joy
There were angels all around us
There was none who dared destroy
Victims of the fury
Shadows in the dark
Victims of the fury
Arrows found their mark
Then the world collapsed around us
And the tables overturned
We were lambs before the slaughter
We were driven out and burned.
Hello Again
June 6, 2013Hello my friend, we meet again
It’s been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember
When you are with me, I’m free
I’m careless, I believe
My Sacrifice: Creed
There is something ever higher to perceive
Like a fire that is burning
In my heart I know I surely must believe
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Shrouds of One
February 20, 2013The Head of Days and the Son of Man
1. And there I saw One who had a head of days,
And His head was white like wool, And with Him was another being whose countenance had the appearance of a man, And his face was full of graciousness, like one of the holy angels.
14. ‘This is the Son of Man who is born unto righteousness;
And righteousness abides over him,
And the righteousness of the Head of Days forsakes him not.’
Reflections: Rich Passages Through Needles
August 5, 2012Matthew 19:24
And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
The key is a question: Why? Without understanding why (where various paths are available for realization), one may acknowledge this passage, yet, never actually care about, or learn (or live) the message – as (a cored) truth. Thus, for most of them, those who do not righteously seek, and those whose silver-spooned existence since birth has deprived (both by choice and obscured nature) even their imaginations of what the burdens are, of what those burdens lead to for the poor, their paths are essentially predestined in opposition – to discovery, to the answers.
In further exemplification, the latter denials (still) serve to fulfill the most destructive self-serving delusions (and repercussions):
Matthew 21:12-13
And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all
them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew
the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them
that sold doves,
And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called
the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.
In the present, a “rich” “den of thieves” persists in maliciously premeditated mockery – but not only in “house[s] of prayer”; for now, their soullessly hoaxed ideology (as if a religion in itself) has been firmly planted (“that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect”) in media and coordinated governmental campaigns worldwide. To them, as they believe, their time has come. To those on the outside (of earthly mansions), watching, suffering, and rising (spiritually), many know that this very history was written of – thousands of years ago. While witnessing the onslaught, their beliefs and convictions (in sacred justifications) will also never falter through these prophesied progressions: “out of great tribulation,” “Here is the patience and the faith” – “in their foreheads” (though, at certain times of calling and duty, also written on their sleeves).

“Shared Words”
Received: A Glimpse of Home
July 27, 2012A Glimpse of Home
When I was very young so many songs were sung
So much wasted time on an uphill climb
But you where always there, a feeling in the air
There was nothing to fear you were so near
Now you are here once again
As I stand in your presence
I can feel the quiet patience of your gaze
Like an old superstition
You are haunting all my dreams and waking days
(Chorus)
All my life I knew you were waiting, revelation anticipating
All is well, the search is over, let the truth be known
Let it be shown (give me a glimpse of home)
There’s no resisting you among the chosen few
It’s so hard to be sure, it’s so hard to endure
And when I hear your voice
I know I have the choice
To pursue an ideal, something so real
Now I’ve got nothing to lose
As I see your reflection
All the answers I desire become so clear
Like a page that is turning
I can look into the future without fear
You’re in my rock and roll, you’re in my very soul
Though it’s heavy to bear, it’s a feeling so rare
And it’s a mystery, the way it’s meant to be
Can we ever know, we’re moving so slow
There ain’t enough time in the world
As I reach up the ladder
There is something ever higher to perceive
Like a fire that is burning
In my heart I know I surely must believe
Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them:
From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected/lighted realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths. In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds and pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond earthly settings, even the physical follows through.
To my Love, my “Joan of Arc”:
At pristine times, you were a messenger –
of the greatest “Glimpse[s].”
At present times, we are continued –
among the messages.
In His Name; For His Glory
December 25, 2010Thank You For Everything You Have Done – And Will Do,
Our Savior Jesus Christ and Our Father, the One.
My Sword: “In His Name; For His Glory”:
Every Day,
Every Night,
Every Moment,
Every Light –
For Every Thing:
I Thank You –
Forever and Ever:
Amen ~+~
My Heart: In Your Names; For Your Glory:
For Everything You Did for Me,
For Everything You Did for Us,
For Everything You Will Do –
As Another Gift –
Whatever I Can Give, Will Be:
“In His Name; For His Glory.”
Forever and Ever: “Eternity Is Only The Beginning.”
Amen ~+~
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