Trilog[ies]: Hard Rains Fall

April 24, 2019

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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

Songs and Faith +3

When He Returns


Trilogy: Property of Jesus

April 22, 2019

Go ahead and talk about him because he makes you doubt
Because he has denied himself the things that you can’t live without
Laugh at him behind his back just like the others do
Remind him of what he used to be when he comes walkin’ through

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

Stop your conversation when he passes on the street
Hope he falls upon himself, oh, won’t that be sweet
Because he can’t be exploited by superstition anymore
Because he can’t be bribed or bought by the things that you adore

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

When the whip that’s keeping you in line doesn’t make him jump
Say he’s hard-of-hearin’, say that he’s a chump
Say he’s out of step with reality as you try to test his nerve
Because he doesn’t pay no tribute to the king that you serve

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

Say that he’s a loser ’cause he got no common sense
Because he don’t increase his worth at someone else’s expense
Because he’s not afraid of trying, ’cause he don’t look at you and smile
’Cause he doesn’t tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he’s got no style

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

You can laugh at salvation, you can play Olympic games
You think that when you rest at last you’ll go back from where you came

But you’ve picked up quite a story and you’ve changed since the womb
What happened to the real you, you’ve been captured but by whom?

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

Right to Overcome

At the same time[s], be aware: The truth is in seeking.  Once we, in
tandems with the spirit, have sought to “overcome” to certain utmost degrees, remaining abilities may then need to be given over to the Trinity.  Therein, these are not failures, for within we are still won.

East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.


Revelation[s]: The Blind Will See

April 14, 2019

The Angel of Revelation

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.”

Hand of God

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.”

A New City +

And he said to me, “Do not seal the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is at hand.”


Book[s] of Days: Miracles, Visions and Journeys

April 5, 2019

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 . . . .

Permanent Waves of

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.'”

Certain Words

“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. . . .

Only By
Only For Only When

“But Even If, God”
“But Even If, Michael”  “But Even If, Jesus”

 

 


No One Together

March 26, 2019

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

In His Name

Doorway To a Thousand Churches

Relentless (CrossFire)

An InspirationHigher Focuses +

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, . . .


Illustrations: Resurrections (2)

March 7, 2019
Bible - 1

“Here Is the Wisdom”

And He said unto them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called the house of prayer,’ but ye have made it a den of thieves.’ ” Matthew 21:13

Bible - 2

Matthew 23:13

And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. Revelation 8:6

Bible - 3

Revelation 6:11

And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God…”  Revelation 14:9-10

“Follow the Apostles.”  “Think not of what you will say, or do.”


Some Atheists Use Blindness As a Chosen Weapon

January 19, 2019

At every opportunity, whether slightly relevant or completely “manufactured” because it has nothing to do with relevance, you never cease to create a space for your ongoing venomous, vicious,
and vile attacks against anything relating to an actual God.  It is not even enough to equate believers (of all faiths) with Nazis – since your blinded bias is so lost and grounded in a propagandistic warlike fashion, where everyone else beyond your belief system can be damned in an evolutionary survival of the fittest.  You, “[Caitlin Johnstone, one of the worst examples of a double-faced atheist, also never directly bring] any of this up.”  Instead, the subject and references to be mocked and vilified are repeatedly inserted through tangential veils.  “I find [it] both [consciously evil and utterly contemptible].”  Ever heard or read the following quote, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?”

Of sacred importance, obviously, you’ve never had an undoubted spiritual experience which left you with, in the least, absolute proof of a spiritual realm, or, in the utmost, “infallible” knowledge of the very Holy Spirit and God’s existence/family as Fact.  Therefore, “placing faith in the words of [inspired] priests and [miraculous] books authored by long-dead men” is far times more beneath your capability than those who are perfectly resolute through only basic (learned) Wisdom and ever-evolving Faith: “blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.”

As written previously, these barbarously provoking actions may serve to temporarily fulfill (abhorrent) agendas.  But, they also expose, reveal, and ruin your overall reputation, permanently (if without atonement), leaving your entire credibility suspect and wholly tainted as the worst type of (supposedly enlightened and tolerant Progressive) Hypocrite.

Truth: “[You are] a zealous bishop” of Atheism – with no more respect for anyone who is not an Atheist than the 1% zealots had for the hundreds of thousands who died through recent worldwide lie campaigns. To further your heretically slanted focuses against God and all intertwined, inclusive of all lines that can be crossed, why not mark these targets more openly as directly vengeful atheistic narrative objectives? Being unapologetic about everything you stand for, why not clearly state the extreme levels of goals within your nihilist stances, and to hell with any repercussions? 

Resurrections
How could something (everything) come from nothing?  It could not, for there has to be, or, have been, some thing, first – for without there is not, or, could not have been, any thing for some thing to come from.  Nothing can come from nothing.  Every thing came from something.  Nothing existed, except one, and it/He//that created what was to be the beginning – of something.  This is indisputable, for not even a spark of a “bang” can, or could have, originated from nothing.  How we attempt to describe what was first, beyond nothing, and desired something, has been written – time and again.

Does God Exist?