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Friday, 18 September 2020

That mammon

I find myself in bank reception,
being of it no exemption,
being in it no sensation,
being by it consummation.

I must think of ways of living,
interest, and love, and giving.
Being chambered not a treasure
is to income not a pleasure.

Jesus is the Christian shepherd,
saving herd from wolf and leopard.
Though, much more there is to feeling,
and that is to be appealing.

Do not count your chicken, really
is a word to fathom fully.
And a way to see it, surely,
is to get, you take it purely.

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A song of hope

Think of it closely,
if ev'ry one
were all the same by
not what is done,
though by the Spirit,
Christ being it,
stupid not at all a bit.

Great would the world be, plenty the ways,
many a going from nights to days.
All would see Jesus Father to all,
individual, the call.

Perhaps I dream to much and gladly,
maybe I dream of to be.
All would see Jesus Father to all,
individual, the call.

In it together, grown up and small,
we know life is an answer to call.
Think of it, little, happy and safe,
in the spirit not a waif.

Think of it, little, violence not,
help at a dead lift by being got,
cared for and finding ev'rywhere hold,
self-assured in love from old.

By that, there would be new creations,
changes, laughter, smiles and sense.
All would see Jesus Father to all,
individual, the call.

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Wednesday, 16 September 2020

The way of Satan

That true Satan will not be, though carry the torch,
and to see what is fear will be Satan's approach.
When he does, he will be there, to see what to do
to disqualify that which is governing you.

Satan is not the wind, though, he will be wind in,
that way by, for the carriage of power to win.
To take fully advantage of what in life rules
is the scope of a devil, by endless dead fools.

Satan has no idea of one's love taking place.
Satan has no idea of the evil to face.
What a devil is occupied with is just to do
that is governing by being devil to you.

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Sunday, 13 September 2020

Mend hearts

Mend your hearts, any evil stupid being! When one for trial in court is sentenced, becoming a convict, do the members of the court hate the person? What kind of court would that be? Surely, the civilized court is established with Christ, the Son, in mind. The Lord judges hearts, what one in court does not. Surely, though, the Lord does not hate a human being? As if hearts stood in opposition to each other? As if opposite powers, opposite forces? As if the Lord was moved by what wrong was done to God? As if God was moved by what takes place on earth? Mend your hearts. To kill, hereby to torture, is not to be naughty. To steal, hereby to destroy property, is not to be naughty. To lie, hereby to receive bribe, is not to be naughty. Such acts, to the Lord, are by hearts, and such a heart is evil, that is, wrong.

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My belonging

Another morning in disgust.
Though, in the Lord I keep my trust.
My body aches, my pride does too.
Not confidence I have in you.

My money vanished, what I owned
besides that was by Satan stoned.
What matters, though, is Christ, the Lord,
there in my heart for to afford.

There are so many graves and pits,
and traps and gaps the seldom hits.
The devil is alert and bad,
and catching not, it will be had.

What I have not, is it, that cruel
and evil being, making fool.
In my heart, the Lord Jesus rules.
This chilly morning that thing cools. 

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Friday, 11 September 2020

Differently looking

My sunglasses are very fine.
They work, and they are being mine.
Through them, I clearly see a cat
which looks at me, determined at.

The cat, I see, is somewhat strange
for heart and mind to rearrange.
With sunglasses, though, which are fine
I know I can by what is mine.

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The rule of God

The rule of God is very clear:
You should obey the being dear.
To love and hate the one in charge
is weakness, and makes power large.

Above it all, one should grasp light,
oneself be light, oneself do right.
The light is hold and energy,
to tactics, and to strategy.

And what is not for you to do,
please leave it to the lovely few
who will and can and wants it right,
made good and chosen by the light.

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Wednesday, 9 September 2020

The meaning of life

There are moments in life when I ask myself why
I was born, when the reason for life is to die.
I believe, though, we prosper, technology by,
and I do believe, also, man better will fly.

Man will fly above skies, and will fly to the moon,
and the art which he makes will the glorious tune.
And the children will love to be raised to delight
which the earth has become, not each other we fight.

And those low-lives and rumours will come to an end,
when the fatherhood works, and on Christ we depend.
I believe, once upon time, a venomous snake
did not give pain so much, and we can once again.

What is wished for in life is the will to create,
not the winning of war or of race or debate.
We are not like each other on earth, thank You Lord.
And the meaning of life is that view to afford.

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Monday, 7 September 2020

Farewell to arms

I do go in the forest, do go by the sea,
so to do is my pleasure, and happy to be.
So to be I see clearly. It makes me alive.
And there is no such thing as the senses of five.

I do think of the future, of women and men.
Are they fit, or is doing the survival plan.
I would say, to suggest they know well what to do
relatively good is, or Hell to both two.

One is matter, and matters, as grounded one is.
And the point is, one is in command doing this.
There is left, there is right, kind by arms not to fight.
When the sea hits the forest by making it right.

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Thursday, 3 September 2020

That way to go

I do think of the children, and on way to go.
For the child it is not to be finding way so.
In the brass bands of schools there must be someone strange
for that thing to make up, for that thing to arrange.

One may see children running together in crowds
to the playground, for instance, as free quarters clouds.
Way to go, though, for children is stepping on toe
tip and adults who say, that should be way to go.

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Wednesday, 2 September 2020

Man to be

As practical about my life
I am not there, I look for strife.
If I to God am not enough,
in no way I will be that tough.

That devil only wants to hate,
and on to be that surely great.
A man should be what man is not,
and that is not the being got.

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Tuesday, 1 September 2020

Get over it

If unable to face it, there is no-way one
can solve what is the problem, resolve what is done.
As subjected to chance one has nothing to say
and one always will be for the made in the way.

It is stupid to make people lame, people tamed.
It is stupid to make people counted, not named.
If not up to it, nothing one gets or one can,
and that means beasts will rule and that means end of man.

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