Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Twins and Nefee

"I want to go to Your house," said Timmy to his Friend.
"I hear it's quite the mansion, and makes a happy end.
Eight others seek to join me, to get out of the cold.
(We're trying to be obedient. We're doing what we're told.)
For now our current calling is really not that fun.
So can we rest our spirits in your villa when we're done?"

"Of course you all are welcome," the Friend said with a grin,
"To leave your cares behind you and quickly enter in.
I'm glad this wish is wanted, and for it you'll be blest.
At last when here you're finished, with me you'll find your rest.

"You three, what's your story? Why don't you say a word?
I've got the others' wishes, it's time that yours were heard."
Nefee and the brothers looked sadly at the ground.
They knew that their ambitions were probably not sound.
Why weren't they like the others who honored to a T
The edicts which were given and followed carefully?

"You know, I see your longings." His sober words were true.
The grand facade was over! Their curious ways were through!
For even though the threesome were picked out from the pack,
They didn't fit a genre, and wandered from the track.

"Not long ago my buddy who lived across the sea
Was asked this very question: 'What do you want of me?'
He was a bit reluctant in following a 'plan,'
But oh, his heart was solid! This guy, he was 'the man!'
Instead of passing onward like most are wont to do
He stuck around, he lingered! The same desire as you!

"To me what's more important than getting a reward
For holding to the iron, is having love restored.
Your hopes lie in the blessing of children who'll be lost
And you will gladly do it, no matter what the cost.

"Your hearts are brightly shining and every time I look
It's what I see the brightest! They're glowing in the Book!
So now I grant your wishes, you'll see the day of fire
When I shall come in glory! You'll have your heart's desire!
And finally when it's finished you REALLY will be glad
Because you will be with me, and also with my Dad!"

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Dear Reader, here's a question, I hope you hear it well:
Do you long to rest in Heaven? Or find those lost in Hell?
Your fathers are now waiting to know of your reply.
But if you answer rightly, their bindings you'll untie.







Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Fountain of all Righteousness

It is said that the sea is too mighty for common virtues,
That the ocean has no compassion, no faith, no law.
No memory.

But, my dearly beloved brethren and sisters,
Let me assure you.
There are principles in relation to the sea that cannot be lightly passed over:

She has compassion but is bound by the law.
She has faith but cannot act.
She is FULL of memories! (Which will work together for her good).

But what do the many waters have to do with you, my beloved brethren?

What do you hear in the gospel you have received?
Is it a voice of compulsion or a voice of gladness?
Is it the rod or the song?

Brethren, listen! Can you hear them singing?
They give us consolation by holding forth that which is to come, confirming our hope!
They declare the fulfillment of the prophets—the book to be revealed!

The sea is not too mighty for common virtues.
The sea is not too faithless for prayers to enter into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
The sea is not too hopeless to speak forth anthems of eternal praise to the King Immanuel.

Let the mountains and valleys cry for joy with the seas!
And ye rivers, and brooks, and rills, flow down upon the dry land with gladness!
Weld earth and water together! Make them whole and perfect!

Make them at one!

Behold, my beloved brethren and sisters, the great day of the Lord is at hand!
Let us offer unto the Lord an offering in righteousness.
Let us release the memories of the sea!



--- I am, as ever, your humble servant and never deviating friend.


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Something in the Water

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

The Cry

Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year

But what is this, that I can't see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on my soul

Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death,

No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Oh, Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.

Oh, Death, оh Death,
my name is Death and the end is here...

by Jen TITUS























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Write it in a letter
Paint it on a wall
I will sing it in a song

I will do whatever it takes to get these words out
I will scream them in a crowd

'Cause even though we talk of our lives as though they'll last forever
We just can't waste time
Even though we talk of our lives as though they'll go on and on and on

We must be free to live
We must be free to laugh and love

Forget about the weighted past and its foolishness
We must be free

He said she said I don't want it
He said she said I don't need it
The monsters in my closet have come to laugh again

He said she said I don't want it
He said she said I don't need it
But do we ever care enough to let it go

'Cause even though we talk of our lives as though they'll last forever
We just can't waste time
Even though we talk of our lives as though they'll go on and on and on

We must be free to live
We must be free to laugh and love

Forget about the weighted past and its foolishness
We must be free

Something's got to give
We must be free

Write it in a letter
Paint it on a wall
I will sing it in a song

By Sarah BILLINGS


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The Promise
"The end is here"