Ten two and one
asked for given and sent
Three R's
Once upon a time as they say far far back in the day
time it fades ones memorys
I see a glimer of the dimming light.
A long forgotten yet not lost Line
once revered writen in an old old book
one we once revered as a truthful fact
teaching building a nation on its back
a set of words once taught; repent ,return, and rest : in God we so did trust
a promised way no longer taught these days
no longer do They learn repent or turn from sin;
do not enter or jump back in,
return ,go back, stay away, from your old sin filled ways.
God calls to man,
come now child return to me,
where you ask;
well here now learn,
look to his way the ten ,
for they do not really a true man offend.
Then rest relax
depend on him
study live and love all men .
Yes, even those who you now offend by living daily with the ten.
Just look back remember when reading studing praying to him was done for love, out of our respect and reverance
Now men find it all the rage to shake their fist and declare
where is this god you call on now
show me now
yes good men stepped aside
we now rely on men so full of selfish pride
who lie
then justify their vile ways
with fist a flying
defying the one true God.
Faith is grace, which is hope , so we repent to then return and rest
Questions cross the mind;
The three R's of the old testament
Repent, return and rest with a promise relent and protect.
So what is grace?
But a pardon: a simple way to say all is forgiven
What would ?
What should?
What can one do?
Have Faith
If you
Replace fear with respect, revere and honor?
For so many say and chant empty words.
one repents, one receives his loving grace ,
one is freed from the penalty of (ones) sin
pardoned given time the ability to learn
the pardon is in effect as long as one no longer enters back into sin.
Something so simple has been made so confused.
Hope is not seen
it is what we anticipate with faith
without one, one can not have the others,
they are to strive for when seeking to live holy lives.
The rest is made a muddled mess, for in the words of the Prophets it say " if my peoples but repent ,return, and rest on me."
I the lord their ;G-d will relent (hedge them in and protect you see).
One price a cost a loss; all things come
Faith, Hope and Love
In our modern world
we seek a price; a cost for all things,
Each thing has its place, filed away; for a certain day, a time; as is said a season a reason.
Those who feel; to them it all depends on selfish appeal;
they want a price to give a cost to everything ,
Man wants to know;
the Man who only feels needs to know
what is their cost
what will it be;
what must they do,
yes, what is required?
Can it?
could it go higher?
now my friend come sit and listen again,
While I tell of the cost
faith is the price ,
hope is the cost;
love of all others is considered the loss,
For one must put off foolish pride ,
you'll live to forgive as your Lord he forgave.
Count it a loss?
So some will say.
Faith Hope and Love have a cost,
what a difference you see?
what the world puts a price on,
places makes demands on, for to see results
.what is the cost, what is the price, let then hope it's not to high
a secret friend no
but hard for a feeling worldly man to take,
the pice was paid a life was gave
so we could be given grace.....the faith the hope the cost was his love
Long over looked forgotten in the past: Whom do you Serve?
In the prophets words one finds wisdom:
A thing to consider
A thing to tell
Who will testify of his will?
In the book of Kings
We read of the wicked Queen
This one called Jezebel
But what’s the question
We miss so well
We give it our discerning look
Yet what is it we over look?
The Prophet asks a question
He calls out to us the free, to choose
To Ahab the head the King
Husband to the vile Queen
He sent Elijah to go and bring
All the priest of this thing called Baal
worship praised by all
And those who severed the lessor gods in places they called groves
Give to them each a sacrifice; let those of Baal make their choice
A bullock to set upon a fire
So to see thus to show
Who, yes to show all
whose god does live
The king he did as the prophet did request
The prophet set up what is next
He asked a question of the peoples
Asked them to the point to do
It is posed now
Posed now to all of you
If G-d be G-d then sever him well
But if Baal be he whom you see and hear
If he performs a miracle this day
If it then be he
Then hold fast then give all praise to him
But on this day
You must make a choice
With your voice declare just where you stand
Who has your heart?
Who owns your soul?
We’ve heard the story
That priest of Baal’s they did so dance
Oh how they did so chant
They beat themselves till their blood ran red; down their backs from off their heads
They cried, they shouted but no reply
Ever still silence was the reply , thus they did fall and cry
Others still themselves they did cut
Needles Stuck as pins within, holes placed in these holy men
Through their bodies were shocking to observers
Others with dyes did cry, bodies painted all around
Bodies decorated oh so well
Some took incenses so to burn, while uttering chants in a monotone; dull repeating ranting words
Yet others ate their herbs, blinded falling
So on they stumbled; mumbled incoherent words
The priest of the groves
Also strove to show but still their gods they did not show
But to the peoples
They did; they still do appeal
With their bodies they all did feel
They appealed in a open airy sinuous dance, so did prance a lust full dance
Thus was shown to all who feel
The goddess mother of earth’s appeal
Her followers appealed with lusty feel
But is it worth one’s soul?
All day long they cried their ways
They did their varied and strange Odd things
yet nothing from their gods did come
Elijah mocked them
Challenged them
Nothing was from their gods was heard
He questioned them he mocked their ways such silly fools slaves
They did dance shaking rolling with such folie, Bodies diced sorely sliced
As the sun was ready then to set
Elijah stood made his appeal
His simple sweet request
Just standing still upon his feet
He made one simple appeal
To the one true G-d of
He gave thanks
He then ordered water to fan his fire
Soaked it down three full times
Yes the water fell round about it in a ditch
water flowed in the ditch that was dug So all round the waters flowed
He raised his hands, this man of G-d
He gave G-d thanks once again
Asked they the peoples be cleansed of sin
Down from heaven
A fiery finger fell
The bull the sticks the fire took
licked it up the waters took
All as the peoples now in fear did look
Then again it came down
Devoured the liars fire dedicated to Baal
When the Fires came the peoples fell
Pleading for mercy
Some asking still
So who is G-d?
Can you now tell?
Some say the fires are burning still….
Do you chose Baal or???
Time will tell
So much is
To many say in their rage; that this is what America is about, forgetting that when trouble comes, we give aid to everyone.
The price we as a nation pay is we allow;we value everyone. We post a sign for all to see, calling out stating this for all to see, Send me your tired send me your masses those yearning to live free, odd we are now letting a few men and women take that away. perhaps they will in time take down the sign, replace it with what? well here is a though. Closed now go away...freeddom is under repair for no one really did care.
to seperate the wheat from the chaff the wheat from the tares.
