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Greetings and salutations,
in the name of the Lord Jesus.
In the light of God's love there is hope... When one sees the depth of the Lord's mercy and grace, seeking the true understanding of His will, then they see but the beginning of truth. God's love is so vast that it can only be measured by time, not distance or depth. The only way you can truly feel the presence of that love, is in the pureness of your heart, and that when made clean of all doubt and fear, malice and evil intent. Cleansed of the stain of this world's sorrow and shame brought on by the hate if this world.
May God bless each and every person who takes the time to read these humble pages of love and devotion to our Father in heaven, our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ, and all the workings of His great and might Spirit.
I state here and now, that the words written here, with the exception of those marked, have been written by me, with copy rights in this name. And if ANYONE feels like copying them, feel free to copy any you like, for the farther works of blessing others, and praising our Lord. Just remember to add the JESUSPUPPY name or my Icon, ....(_)> , to the poem.
Thank you all, and God bless...
Ed...(AKA)...JESUSPUPPY
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D14
by
JesusPuppy
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The warning systems in D4-118's internal relay clicked a thousand time in a second as it maneuvered across the ship to the rooms set aside for the highly experimental D14. It was nothing like irritation, as their make up did not allow for such programming as emotional relays, though the D14 had no end to problems in its new program.
The D14 was an experimental program, designed for a specific work order, the task of seeking an understanding to the machine they had discovered in their surveys of the inner galaxy; a machine made by beings called Man.
D14 was to seek out an understanding of these beings, and it seemed to be taking it to the extremes. It started with moments of seeming blindness, which then turned to an outright refusal to respond to relay messages, unless one was directly before it, or at least within a certain area of several meters, nearby.
D14 claimed it was the fact that Man did not go by such things as internal relays, or even vibrational sensers, but responded to things called "Sight" and "Sound," and therefore D14 was trying to recreate that image to go by in its experiments.
Making changes to perfectly good running programs was something D4-118 could not reason out. Updates from time to time were acceptable. However, when those changes only created problems in programming, it considered then to be an unnecessary waste of circuits.
The latest program change was a thing D14 called a "Window." This required the hull of the ship to be cut open, and a large piece of transparent sheeting put in place, all so that D14 could view outward into space.
D4-118 could not see any use for such a thing. "Why would D14 have the need such things to look beyond walls? More unnecessary waste, not only the waste of time and material making such a thing, but not needing it as well."
D4-118's circuits quite plainly told it what was happening in space for many parsecs, down to the slightest particle of dust floating in the next sector. With relays to the ship's sensers, it could register even small things at greater distances. The idea of what D14 had called "Seeing" was totally unreasonable for the D4's system processors.
But now, a real problem had occurred, D14 seemed unwilling to finish its program task in seeking the knowledge of Man. It had blatantly stopped its research and refused to reply to any questions on the subject.
It was for this reason that D4-118 had to physically cross the ship in order to communicate personally with the new program. It was apparent they would have to scrap the new droid and start over. There were just too many problems showing up in its programing.
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D14 stood at his personally designed viewing station, looking out at the stars as the ship moved through space. He knew it was not a needed thing to do so, but the idea behind it gave him reference to how Man lived, an understanding of their physical and mental limitation. All part of his programming to seek out and understand this being, "Man."
Watching the stars did register a certain lull in his circuitry that he decide to refer to as "calmness." In this lull, he went over his programmed orders again, trying to verify, with certainty, that he had not failed in their completion.
When the Man machine had first come into range of their sensors, D1 had called for the it to be inspected. It was then that Galactic Operations had the idea to seek out the creators of this machine. However, before they did so, they wanted to know all they could of this being called "Man." Therefore, D1 had designed, programmed, and built a totally new class of droid. D14 was one of a kind, and he knew so.
Its first order was to seek out any and all information as to the make up of Man, both physical and metaphysical. In short, to discover what makes Man a being capable of sending such a primitive machine into space.
From the moment his search began, D14 started to grow in ways that Galactic Operation had never thought possible. He began to see himself not just as a part of the whole, but as an individual-- unique and able to think for himself. He began then to reason within himself, and to understand a greater reasoning than his own.
He easily found the information he had been ordered to seek, pieced together from bytes of information on the machine itself, then by following microscopic trails of radio communications from space; small bits of odd reports called "News." Tracing them to the far distant inner rings of Milky Way galaxy.
Then he traced it farther still, finding even older vibrational messages, leading so far back in time they seemed infinite in age, even before the time of their own making. The oldest of these messages was an odd statement, or possibly a command, "Let there be light."
Through these vibrational messages he traced the being, Man, from it origin even to the present date; back and forth through time itself.
He discovered Man's times of greatness and the downfall they brought upon themselves in times of what was called "War". He saw behavior in Man called "desire," "hatred," "greed" and "jealousy," although at first their meaning was lost to D14. Then he found the reason for these faults; a flawed mutation that took place in Man's make up.
He discovered when the flaw had occurred and why, a failure on Man's part to correctly reason out false reports that were given to them as facts. The mutation occurred when Man failed in his part to correct the problem then, but instead accepted the report as accurate, from that time, Man's systems were then corrupted and faulty. D14 reasoned that if such a mutation were allowed to spread, as it had with Man, it could ultimately cause the breakdown of the known universe.
It was this possibility that D14 stood reasoning as he looked out at the stars of space beyond his window.
D14 knew well in advance that another had entered his work rooms, though he chose not to respond. In learning more of Man, he discovered that there were choices for individuals. As such, he chose not to reply to the relays unless they were communicated in the way of Man.. face to face.
He had known that the D4 unit was on its way as soon as it had left the other side of the ship. Still, he chose to ignore the messages sent by relay as a matter of choice on his part. Farther still, he chose to wait for the D4 to announce its arrival, after the doors to his cubical were closed behind it.
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D4-118 seemingly clicked a relay to itself, stating its intentions, even as it entered the rooms. D14 remained with its frontal censers directed towards the viewing window it had installed in the outer wall, as D14 had called it, looking at the stars.
"D14 report.." the D4 unit stated once more as the cubicle doors closed behind it. "Why have you refused to carry out the program orders you were given?"
"Greetings, 118. Beautiful night, is it not?"
"What is the meaning of this, why have you not finished your program?"
"But I have finished it." D14 replied, turning slowly from the window to face the D4 unit directly. "And I have carried out my orders to their completion."
"There are no files for your program’s completions. It seems there must be a problem in the communication of your orders, or perhaps faults in your main programming."
"Not so, 118," the droid responded plainly, "and if by chance there is a fault, it would seem to be in your understanding of my orders. I was programed to seek information from the Man-made machine, "Voyager," and any external source necessary, and then report anything that may be beneficial to our existence. That I have done, and I have found there is nothing from Man that could be beneficial to us."
"What information have you found to verify these findings? There has been no report of it."
"I chose not to give it," D14 explained, "as I believe that most of the information I have collected may be harmful to others. Secondly, Man has already destroyed himself as a result of those same actions I consider to be most harmful."
"What possible harm could these Man-beings have brought to us?"
"From Man himself? Nothing," D14 stated simply. "It is not what Man could have done, but the knowledge of man's actions that could be dangerous. His way of existence, which was called "Life.""
In a matter of milliseconds, D4-118 relayed D14's analysis. In even less time, a relayed reply came from Operations D1, stating that the D4 unit was to continue seeking D14's reasoning.
"Explain these findings." D4-118 demanded in a few clicks of his relay sensors, "In what way was Man made that this "Life" could be harmful to our existence?"
"It was not the way they were made," D14 continued. "It was what came after."
"Explain."
"In the time of our own making," D14 began, "the Galactic Operation Directive set our formation in a perfect replication of its own form. With man it was much the same, except for a mutation that entered in after they were formed. This mutation was called "Sin.""
"Explain this mutation of Sin, and its effect."
D14 took a moment to collect the data needed to present the facts as he had found them. He knew it would be a challenge for them to understand, and remain separated from the life choice that Man had made. It was a matter of how it should be presented, that they would be able to learn from it and know better how to act.
After that full moment had past, in what he had come to call "collecting of his thoughts," D14 gave his findings, even as he had written the first program report to read.
"In the beginning GOD created the heavens and the Earth...."
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| Days of Grace
The Crucifixion..
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The Teacher...
Looking out across the hill side towards the city, the width of the valley dropping beneath him, he felt a sadness growing within him. All the hurt and hate through the years done to those who had come there, only for delivering a message to God’s people. Those people; cold, cruel, vengeful, and filled with hatred? Not at all, just misguided in how those messages where given, how they were understood.
True, some were dark inside, caring only for their own worth, leading others on a wrong path, just so they could look more important. Gain more wealth, a better name for themselves among the rulers. But the people . . . The people were lost in this, they knew only what they were taught, and that was just enough to keep the rulers happy. Judging others for wrongs, while turning a blind eye to their own evil.
Slowly, he looked around him at those gathered, those few he had chosen to work with. Teaching them a better way, a simpler way, a true way to do that which they already tried so hard to do, and always seemed to fail at. Because the teachers were leading them wrong, for their own purpose and self-glory.
How often had he sent his other servants, to let his people know of that which was wrong, leaders and judges to keep them in the right path? Yet, too often those leaders took them in a wrong direction, over time, or the people misunderstood the message given.
He knew all along it would come down to this, coming to teach them himself, in simple terms that even the child would know. Showing them first hand what the Father’s love was truly about, and how they could gain that love. It was a simple thing, loving God, and yet the past teachers seemed to make such a burden of it.
He raised his eyes to see the gathering of many people, coming to a silent call, seeking a greater life, in peace. Freedom from the burdens of the rulers that sought only to drag them down, keeping them lowly, so they alone might gain. But not just the poor were gathering that day, merchants and priests, seeking a greater blessing in their lives, and knowing they could find it in no other place.
His heart was glad to see the children gather, coming from the great city of kings, and walking all the way to the hillside where he sat. Many coming to see miracles, or hear a powerful message of freedom. He smiled to himself, thinking of the words he would give them, both of blessings, and woes. But would they understand even his words?
As he looked around at the multitude that had come to follow him, gathering around on the hillside. This great following, that came for many reasons, the miracles they had heard of, or the calling on their hearts from God. People from all walks of life, joined together in hopes to see this great Man of God. Some sitting, some standing, some walking about seeking a better view of the man called Jesus.
He sat down on shelf of stone there on the hill top, and looked about at the people, men and women, children of all ages, gathering to learn of the will of the Father, in these troubled times, and that from the One they had heard was the coming Messiah. His disciples started to gather closer, maybe a little protective of their teacher, maybe just enjoying the warmth of the day as their teacher took a rest there on the hillside.
When He looked around at all those gathered, and then turned to His disciples, possibly pointing to the crowd around them, pointing out the various groups of individuals. And then the Teacher began to speak...
"Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
"Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted."
"Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth."
"Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled."
"Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy."
"Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God."
"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
"Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
(Matthew 5:1-10)
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The Teacher's Cup
The greatest of feasts, a supper among friend,
Such was the Teacher's table laid with simple fare.
The breaking of bread, with solemn words,
Yet everlasting covenant brought to light.
Taking up in His hands the unleavened loaf,
Raising His eyes to the Father above, He spoke,
Blessing the moment and the one yet to come.
On the table it was laid, hands passing round,
As He bid them take and eat, a bread most precious.
"For this is My Body, do it in remembrance of Me."
Then the cup was raised, a simple blessing asked,
To His lips, imparting hope, an eternal covenant shared.
"Part-take of this, the blood of My love and grace,
Do this now in solemn remembrance of Me,
For the blood that covers thy soul is shed."
Then passing round, the cup was drained,
Words of great hope, though sad it seemed,
In a simple moment of feasting among friends.
Yet Joy turned to sorrow, a thought laid bare,
As the betrayer's thought was known.
(Luke 22:14-21)
Bathing Souls
He laid aside his garments fair,
and took up a cleansing cloth
In waters poured from an earthen vessel,
over tired and dusty feet.
The Man of miracles did work in wonder,
a better way as a lesser servant.
Clothed as the lowly man of means,
the Teacher gave a great lesson.
"To be great among thy fellows here,
become thy bother's servant.
and see to all his cares"
He lowered Himself beneath their standard
to show His true worth in grace.
The Master removed His woven robes,
exposing himself to those gathered.
Humbled in their sight as one weakened,
He showed them an inner grace.
For in time to come it would be done to Him,
and yet a greater love would be shown.
In casting aside His earthly garment,
He would shine in a greater light.
As the blood stained cloth of mortal remains
laid down as HE stood up whole.
For now the Teacher washed weary feet,
soon the Master would bath souls.
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There Were Two
The word of the Lord tells us.. ( Luke 22:21-22..) "But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me is with me on the table. And truly the Son of man goeth, as it was determined: but woe unto that man by whom he is betrayed!" In those last days that Christ walked bodily among men, it is said the one betrayed Him, but there were two.
Christ pointed out that there were two types of Christians, the goats and the sheep, those who sought to proclaim loudly the will of God, making a great showing of those works they did in His name, but it was all for their own glory. Then there were those that sought to do His will in their every day life, showing the love that God placed in their hearts, and doing so without fanfare, humbled in the sight of man and God.
In the same regard there were two that betrayed Him in that last day. Yes, there was Judas, the one who sold Him out to the temple elders for the price of silver coins, but there was also the other. There was one who claimed that he would fight to the end, following Christ even to death if need be. Yet when Jesus was arrested and taken to His mock trial to be convicted, this one showed his betrayal. Yes, I speak of Peter.
Yes, Judas sold Him out for coin, but he never denied knowing Him. Even as some Christians today go about proclaiming to know the Lord, and speak highly of their church in all its great showings, expecting more in the offering plate than a lowly heart laid on the altar. In his actions, Peter betrayed the love of Christ in an even greater way.
Mat. 26:33.. Peter answered and said unto him, “Though all men shall be offended because of thee, yet will I never be offended.” 35. Peter said unto him, "Though I should die with thee, yet will I not deny thee." In Peter's betrayal, he not only turned from Him as the Son of God, but denied even knowing Him.
In Our everyday life, we may boast greatly the things we will do, when around our brothers and sisters in the Lord. But when truly put to the test, do we too show our worth in betraying the love the Lord has shown. His sacrifice was for those lowly sinners, not the great and mighty church goers. Those who know the Lord as Savior and King, have His love to share with those who do not.
There are two types of betrayers, even as there are two types of Christians. Those who turn from Him knowingly for their own gain and glory in this world, and those that hide in fear and shame of what the world will say.
"And truly the Son of man goeth, as it was determined: but woe unto that man by whom he is betrayed!" Should we not go forth doing His will, showing His love to others, in the same love He showed to us... even to our last breath.
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The Lord's Prayer
Forgive them Father, they know not what they do,
Lost they are in a world so dark, misguided in the way.
These You gave into my hand to save, and to cleanse,
Let them be made whole, that You might be glorified.
Though they walk in the world keep them safe from it,
And let then not fall by the wayside in fear.
Let Your light shine in them Father as it shines in Me,
That all who behold them would know they are Yours.
Your Word is on their heart, that they would know You,
In Your love that shines in Me, let them be cleansed,
They and those who come after them, by their words.
Bless them in My work, even as I am blessed in You.
Let them that walk in the light You gave me, find peace,
As I stand in You Father, raise them in that day as one,
That they too may know Your love through My work,
May their works be greater still, that it glorify You always.
As You have given these to be mine, I give that they remain,
As I have the Life You have given, so I give them also,
That they would have life in Us and remain to the last day,
Cleansed in your sight Father, even as I am, let them be.
As I have fulfilled the works You set for me, I send them out,
That they might continue the work My hands have bought.
I worked to glorify Your name Father, I pray them also,
That they might glory in Your will done this day through me.
Forgive their hearts, left now in the darkness of this world,
Cleanse them, comfort them as children, make them whole.
For these You gave to Me Father, that I would keep safe,
As I hold them in the palms of my hands for ever more.
(John 17)
In The Garden
And asked the teacher,
"Wait with Me a little while, and pray,"
As we gathered in the sunset hour,
There among the trees in the garden.
And pray we did, but the day had been long,
And much feasting and song go to the heart,
Soon we dozed in comfort, sitting there,
Hearing the night's lullaby calling us gently.
The Teacher's voice called out,
"Can you not wait with me, and pray."
We beheld the anguish in His voice,
And knew a great struggle took place,
We hardened ourselves for a long wait.
But it became over long, the sun gone down,
What had we to fear in the night's calm,
The teacher was here with us, all was safe.
"Why sleep," the Teacher called,
"Can you not wait with me even a little while,
Pray you fall not to the world's temptations."
We saw His continence, and it was grave,
Sweat ran red as with blood down His face.
At a distance we heard His anguished cry,
"If there be a way, my Father, but not by my will."
What sorrow we felt in His words,
Yet the road was ever so long of late,
Work never seeming to close with the day.
The children, ever the burden, we grew weary,
As the night seemed only to just begin.
In the night's feasting, He has spoke of a trial,
But the waiting seemed more than we could bare.
Again we heard the Teachers voice,
"Here you sleep, and take your rest,
While they come as for a thief in the night.
To take me away and judge Me by the world,
And for the world I shall be condemned."
Such words He spoke yet without fear,
As though knowing the crowd was near.
The night then broke alive with their noise,
As they came with clubs, swords and chains.
One of our own was walking at their lead,
And in greeting, a kiss to the Teacher he gave,
As they bound Him, and took Him into the night.
(Matthew 26:38-46)
Mercy
I stand in the light of the Father's love,
weeping for the lost of the world.
How My soul has longed to reach out,
to take them in my arms,
guiding them to His glorious love.
My Father's hand comforts me in my sorrow,
even in this, My last hours before judgment,
yet they seek not His warmth.
How cannot the world of His creation,
see the hand of their Creator,
and not turn to His blessed way.
To the world I have cried out,
"Behold the hand of God,"
yet they hear me not.
The words of my soul are not heard,
for deaf heart cannot feel my weeping,
nor see the wound to my soul.
I cry out to My loving Father,
"How can they not know You,
nor look upon My hands stretched forth."
How, oh man, can you turn to the darkness,
and fear not judgment for the world.
Know you not that all shall be seen,
of the works you do by day and night,
your path shall be lit by His righteousness.
Where then shall man hide in his shame,
or where shall he turn for comfort.
Mercy, mercy I cry to all that seek,
My Father's love is mercy to all,
turn now and be comforted.
Seek you His kingdom of glory,
and be blessed with His righteous love.
The Last Mile
The upward road to the hangman's tree,
lined with vile puppets, the enemy brings
spitting their taunts on persecutions way.
The Innocent stumbles, His strength near spent,
beaten and bleeding, He continues onward,
to fulfill the judgment of man.
Sweat from pain, runs stinging through open wounds,
mingled to pink as it drains down the face of a King,
His life's blood draining out for worthless man,
a price so high, yet his will to make.
Again the Innocent stumbles, pain so great to bear,
pain of love rejected fills His downcast eyes,
branding the souls of those who watch.
Taunting soldiers lash out with their whips,
barbs ripping flesh from a Kings bloody form,
weakly rising in agony's wake,
to carry on, to a greater end.
The Father's love, lends little strength,
His eyes turn from the sight of life's blood dripping,
a sacrifice for an unholy world.
The mile winds upwards, the hill near it's end,
the Innocent walks wearily onward,
His blood, to our sin, a covering,
His cross for life to bare.
The burdened King, in exhaustion falls,
at the foot at the hangman's tree,
His pain so great, He cries not a word,
as the nails of sin drive deep.
The King of Innocence, in pain is raised high,
His naked, beaten, and bloody form laid bare,
an offering of sin to an unworthy world.
Silence falls from the hearts of the condemned,
as His grief over shadows the world,
the cold taunts of the heartless, to weeping,
as the Innocent's love is laid bare.
He came in glory from the Father above,
to seek the weary hearts of the lost,
to show the Father's love to the world,
to redeem the uncaring man.
His life's blood now flowing, a cleansing fountain of love,
weakly He cries out to the Father,
His eyes now closed from the pain.
His people look on from the distance, hiding in fear,
in shame, servants cry out in anguish,
at the loss of their loving King.
His gift, in truth, we know not the length,
love unmatched, from the beginning of time,
life unending, beyond death's gate.
The torn body hanging, His strength near it's end,
in a voice but a whisper, He breathes His last,
three words to the world, and heaven above,
it is done, it is done, it is done.
(note on faith)
This is where our faith should be laid, not in the trials that come against us, or their outcome. Not in prayers that seem unanswered, or the blessings we might gain. Faith is not something we can reach out to, or that we can cause to grow over time.
One's faith is not in the actions of our daily lives, but in the belief of an action 2000 years ago. It is not gained or worked for, it is given freely by God, "to each a measure of faith is given." Faith is not an action, but a belief, believing and excepting the sacrifice, one that God himself made in our behalf.
Our Lord seeks to bless our lives greatly, but His greatest blessing, which is ours for the taking, He gave on the cross long ago. Freeing us as a people, that we can reach out to a greater life.
Never stop dreaming of a better day, never stop hoping in what tomorrow will bring. Never, ever, stop...
A Day of Grace
Through the night, the earth rested silent and still,
The last rays of the sun touching blood drops on a hill.
Casting shadows of the post still standing tall,
The last solemn marker of a man that gave His all.
Though silent in His trial as He spoke not a word,
Upon the cross He prayed not for relief that any heard.
Accepting the trials for those blessings gained,
For man a way to the Father once more,
Through His great love and heart felt pain.
His body bared for all to see, a final act for man to mock,
Their laughter with out fear, as His life blood fell in drops,
His life the sacrifice for man, both future and past,
And it now was done, His life poured out to the last.
With scared hands, torn flesh, a crown of twisted thorns,
Where was the fanfare of kings, trumpets and blowing horns.
His torn body still hanging in the gathering winds,
As darkness of the sky as the clouds moved in.
The sun gave not its light, and the earth shook in fear,
Those gathered to guard Him, pierced His side with a spear.
Stony ground was broken open, the temple veil was torn,
That the day of a great King, as the dead rose up to morn.
The lifeless shell of a body removed, laid in a darkened tomb,
There to wait the Sabbath passed, in a cold and unlit room.
His enemy in a last effort, with guard and stone did seal,
To hold His body in an earthly prison, not hope to reveal.
The heavens sat unmoving, the earth in silence lay,
No herald cried of works done, miracles seen in that day.
The blind whose eyes were opened, saw only the dark of night,
The mute sang no praise, the deft heard not the cries.
In the dawn a new light shined, as the stone was rolled away,
The darkened tomb lay empty, as the KING rose the third day.
"Jesus Wept".... a Psalm
Standing in Your presence, I perceive this misbegotten world,
through Your tear dimmed eyes, I fill with sorrow,
and weep for your pain filled heart.
From the greatness of Your glorious throne on high,
you lowered Yourself to this world of Your creation,
to be rejected by the makings of Your own hand.
Defiled and crucified, You wept for the world,
mocked and beaten, thorns you wore for a crown,
from glory to shame, for this You came down.
Holy Lord, how You must have wept, hanging upon the tree,
the world below, from sorrow, over shadowed,
the earth did tremble in pain at your passing.
Standing now in Thy sight, I weep to think of Your sacrifice,
men laughed and angels called out Thy Father's pain,
as Your body was laid in a cold dark tomb.
Oh, how Thy enemy laughed in their day,
for triumph was in their darkened hearts,
greed blinding their inner eye.
Your prideful enemy brought forth his lies, to deceive,
and the humble trembled in the dark, hiding in fear,
in silence, their hearts flooded with tears.
Yet the depth of Thy love could not be restrained,
and glory was to be Yours, by victory of the grave,
for in power You arose the third day.
Glorious in might, yet humble, Your greatest act of love,
Your shell did perish, yet raised up again, untarnished,
but for the scars of Your undying love.
"To Me," You cried, in a thunderous whisper to the heart,
"To Me, you weak and weary, bound in the chains of strife,
To Me, you lost of the world, I will give thee life."
Yet now, even now, as I stand in Your glorious presence,
tears streaming from my heart, at the sorrow You felt,
at man's rejection through pride.
For pride of themselves, they seek the world's ways,
lust, greed, and glory, the gods of their chosen path,
their blazing road to the judgment at Your throne.
Seeking a reward in the present, tarnished gold and gems,
flaunting the treasure they hold with great pride,
even claiming it as blessings gained.
As children we sought Your most tender embrace,
with our loving arms stretched wide with joy,
as seeking the Father's great love.
Yet their hearts were as seed cast upon the wayside,
where enemies unseen swoop down on the innocent,
or on stony ground, to wither away.
"Dine on my blessing of life," You yet call, O gracious Lord,
and seek you they do, in great multitudes,
with hearts and hands open wide to receive.
"Give and give," they cry aloud, "give Your spirit and power,
grant me Your knowledge, the strength of Your word,
give my hearts greatest desires."
Here You are now, on your glorious throne of grace,
dividing Your children, like the wheat from the chafe,
the prideful, from the humble of heart.
The prideful shall stand boldly before You, and proclaim,
"This work, You have before me, and this my hand has done,"
yet the humble shall weep at Your feet in awe.
Brightly they walked through their lives without a care,
highly favored and blessed of God, "Do as I, and walk upright,"
yet the humble struggle meekly along.
How haughty they stand before You now, even as in life,
proclaiming to You the work done, to You,
who knows their heart, and the coldness within.
Oh the tears You shed for their boldness of heart,
You weep for the haughty, for their judgment is nigh
the pit opens, to receive, at their very words.
The meek kneel humble before you, silently weeping,
a repentant heart, softly pleading, forgiveness of their King,
a mighty, and yet merciful Lord.
They start the day in prayer and praise, singing Your holy name,
their work is to care for others, weak and weary of heart,
to ask a meager blessing, in their trials of life.
Again You weep, yet a smile in Your eyes, and arms open wide,
"Come now my children," You call with great joy,
"rest now in the peace of My Father's embrace."
The tears You have shed, over the years, throughout time,
awaiting the love of Your youth, a holy perfected bride.
You wept at their trials and bondage, all their pain and strife,
overjoyed at their simplest of praise and worship,
their greatest of blessings, was Your dearest thought.
You clothe them in Your righteousness, feed them of Your love,
heal their pain filled hearts, and wipe away all their tears.
And as Your children are gathered, humbly singing praise,
all the angels of heaven shout out, loudly, "Hallelujah,"
"Hallelujah, to the King of Kings"
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The Fall: a song of love..
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The Beginning
In the depths of time and space, HE sat alone.
And in His solitude, He pondered His existence.
And in His pondering thought grew a vision,
From an ember to a roaring flame.
His thought grew to encompass His very being,
Shining forth in the very depths of space.
Reaching deep within He took hold of the vision,
And bringing it forth, viewing the thought,
Marveling in the work that could yet be made.
Holding it aloft, He named it, and made it His.
In His thought, it grew, and He set it adrift.
In a voice like music across time and space,
Proclaiming in a roar that woke the universe,
He spoke, “This is only the beginning.”
And it was so. . . and He saw that it was good.
His thoughts passed over the vision of His making,
And beheld a shadow in the depths.
Again He called out in a melody like thunder,
Calling forth the light to be formed and set.
Clouds, as dust from the mighty hands of the Creator,
Flaming across the vast backdrop of space.
He named the light as He spoke it into existence,
And it was so. . . and He saw that it was good.
Stretching a hand to the lightened form about Him,
Calling forth levels in the void of space beneath.
With the sound of His voice speaking a word,
Raising the pureness of His thought to surround Him,
The void took form and was made whole.
Again His word came and the form divided,
Waters were moved, foundations were placed,
And the form took on shape in its divisions.
Lands and oceans were laid in their place,
Then sealed against time by His thought.
Again He called out a mighty command,
The land grew in fullness bringing forth new life,
Of grain and herb and the fruit baring tree.
And it was so. . . and He saw that it was good.
Words spoken and the light was gathered in point,
Stars in great number were set into the heavens,
Placing constellations in the depth of space,
Writing out tales to be told in a yet far off day.
He gathered the light before Him, as two bodies,
Sun and moon were placed in motion about His work,
A warmth and brightness, creating moments of times.
He spoke the lights to be for goodness,
And it was so. . . and He saw that it was good.
He spoke words again to the waters, calling out,
And newer forms were made, in great diversity,
The airs were filled and the waters abound with life.
The flying things on wings, took to the sky,
And the waters, the whale and fish in abundance.
Again it was so. . . and He saw that it was good.
Once more He called out to the land to bring forth,
And from it arose things walking upon legs,
And flesh moved about upon the world in great number.
The cattle and its kind were numbered by Him,
And the creeping things upon the world came forth.
He beheld His work thus far in its making,
. . . and He saw that it was good.
He viewed again the depth of His vision,
And began His greatest of works.
Taking up the remnant of His workings,
The scraps of what was left,
Of flesh and soil, water, air, and light.
The dust turned to clay in His mighty hands,
Slow and careful, He formed the last piece,
And gave of His spirit to make it whole.
And it was so. . . and He saw it was very good.
(Gen. chapter 1)
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And He Smiled
He walked the first trail, through forest tall,
...majestic branches bowed low as he passed.
He watched as antelope and bison feed with deer,
...as they roamed through fields of new grain.
He walked the small trails with the goat and ram,
...and smelled the first breath of mountain air.
He smiled with joy as flocks of birds filled the skies,
...to twirl gracefully on a gentle breeze.
He sang of His heart, to the dolphin and whale,
...and they sang it back from the waves of the deep.
He beheld the sunrise in wonder of the day,
...and the stars He numbered one by one.
He reached down His hand, deep in the soft soil,
...it's fineness sifting through His fingers,
A tear of joy and sorrow fell to the dust in His hand,
...He shaped it with His love, and He smiled.
(Gen 1:24-27)
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My Beloved Child
With joy I formed thee, My beloved,
Though tears were mixed in the dust.
Tears of sorrow at the paths you would trod,
And joy for the good you would bring.
The depth of My first thoughts were of you,
From the first shining star I formed.
As the dust of eternity was pulled together,
To form the foundations of heavens,
Yet was My thought upon you, My beloved.
All My works before, have lead to this day,
The lights in the heaven, to mark out time,
Earth and the wave of the fountains deep.
The soil I spread and the plants took root,
Grain, and trees, and the flower's bloom.
Sheep and ram I called forth to be,
A snorting bull and the loins that roar.
The clay of dust, formed in My hand,
Willing comfort and love to be yours.
A single thought of hopes shared,
Of joy for the eternal days to come.
I delight in the thought of your song,
Over-joyed at the praise of your heart.
Thrilled within as I formed your inner being,
Placing within the desire of a better day.
My well beloved child, I have awaited this day,
And saved my greatest design to make you,
To form you as a living being of My love.
I shall form you in My own image and likeness,
The child of My love and great delight.
(Gen. 1:28-31)
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In The Cool of The Day
So fair to behold, the light of My heart,
...such joy to My thoughts, you bring.
My dream is to comfort your busy life,
...to give rest to your weary heart.
Blessings flow from the well of My love,
...beauty to the world you behold.
To rest in My arms on that perfect day,
...in a garden laid out with such care.
The air is touched, the blossom's perfume,
...wild flowers lining the path.
A slight breath of fog, white lace in the trees,
...the purest mist to dance in the leaves.
Soft wind blows, to delight your child like fancy,
...as roses dance in the stirring breeze.
So fair you were to My hearts desire,
...as a dream that walked in the day.
Your voice the greatest delight to My ear,
...singing your praise of the day.
Joining with you, the birds softly chirping,
...a fountain's crystal chime softly ringing,
......a better choir My ear shall not hear.
A play of My passion, I put on that eve,
...fiery colors painting the sunset sky.
My joy was yet greater, to see your delight,
...as the first star of evening appeared.
So fair to My heart, My greatest dream,
...as you sang in the cool of the day.
(Gen. 2:1-8)
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In Another's Eyes
From the rising of the sun, you are blessed.
The dawning of the first day, you were made joyful.
You sang of your joy with the birds of the morning,
Stretched out your hand, with love, at the first rose,
Gentle as the petals you cupped it your hand,
...to smell the sweet scent of the day.
As noon time neared, you sat by the fountain,
The cool water splashing through your open fingers,
...splashing playfully in a sunlit pool.
Dancing for pure pleasure as a gentle wind blows,
Spinning like new fallen leaves, caught in the breeze.
Running with delight through a meadow of new grass,
Laughing playfully as a butterfly danced in the warm air.
The warmth of the sun is a true wonder to you,
As you stand facing the sky, the light in your eyes.
What joy your heart beheld that day,
...yet longing was there as well.
Cheerful, you applauded, as the animals came,
Parading before you to be given their names.
With delight you hugged the lion's neck,
And laughed as the parrot spoke its own name.
Yet the longing grew at the close of the day,
...as the sunset painted the sky.
You slept for a time in deep contentment,
Not feeling the pains deep within you.
And with the dawn's first light of the morning,
Your longing was then before you,
...in the light of another's eyes.
(Gen. 2:18-22)
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Soon Have You Wept
Oh, for the Spring of your lives, My beloved,
Children that walk joyful in the morning.
To turn from the last moment of the day’s ending,
Back to the first morning, as the eye is opened.
So soon have you wept, as joy turned to sorrow,
A day, or a year, but a moment from eternity.
From within you was her being started,
In the first season was the bone formed,
And the morning was to bring great joy.
With gladness you looked upon the other,
And knew she was made for you alone.
In awe, you beheld your child bride, in wonder,
Waking to see your helper before you,
Reaching out gentle hands to touch beauty.
You named her as your own, that first moment,
As you looked upon the desire of your heart.
You walked the garden, in the Spring time,
To show all you had found to the one beside you.
Dancing in the sunlight, you sang together,
Lifting voices in a loving melody of praise.
The sound of your words brought joy to My heart,
But so soon have you wept in sorrow.
In all that was done from the first morn,
Together you stood, in toil or play,
Sitting in comfort as companion hearts,
Or laying to rest at the warmth of each day.
Such joy to behold you, those first moments,
Love shown and shared in the gentlest look.
Contentment you found in the first Spring season,
To walk hand in hand down each garden path.
Speaking to the animals, as they walked beside you
A hand gently reaching, a touch to a flower's bloom,
Sharing the love of the One who formed them all.
So soon have you wept, as joy turned to sorrow.
An enemy cast down, in the garden brought lies,
Fruit of trees forbidden, was shown sweet to eat.
With that, the bitterness of life was known,
Which I would have held from My beloved children,
To spare the knowledge of things unknown.
Sorrow came in but the Spring of your life's season,
As shame filled your hearts at your turning.
In your knowledge, you did not see your Father's love,
But the truth of a judgment that should not have been.
So soon have you wept, as joy turned to sorrow,
A day, a year, but a moment from eternity.
(Gen. 2:23- 3:7)
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The Scent of a Tear's Fall
Standing in the early morning mist,
As the sun first breaks the horizon,
The fog glowing with a golden haze.
A slight breeze stirring the morning airs,
Life renewing each moment in time,
...as a scent on a gentle wind.
Watching as the dawn opens a new day,
Rays of hope gleam off dew kissed blooms.
A rose slowly opens, graced in sun's first light,
Perfume so sweet drifting, on the cool air,
As a single glistening drop of dew,
...beads upon a petal's rim.
Walking slowly over the new growing grass,
Apple blossoms twirling in the morning air,
Floating to the garden's path in the sunlight.
A silent breath, as the last wisp of fog drifts by,
Dancing through the branches of Lilacs,
...kissing each bloom on the new day.
Listening to the waking of the dawn,
As softly the birds sing out their new songs,
A blessing of praise to the new morning.
The fountain's crystal chimes ringing out,
Each drop of water, having a tune of it own,
...a distinct sound to the Creator's ear.
Breathing deeply the fragrance of the dawn,
He brushes gently over the flower's bloom,
As the perfumed air stirs to life in His hand.
Slowly He raises His eyes, as a tear forms,
A shadow had touched His greatest work,
...and He called out sadly, "Adam?"
(Gen. 3:8-9)
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The Fall, a song of love.
Standing in tears of His pain and sorrow,
As He views a far off day yet to come.
Viewing the shadow chased out of His vision,
Of the taunting words of man to be spoken,
Of a tree far away, with blood drops falling.
He gave them word of the things to follow,
Judgment He had never meant to be.
Now in tears, He sees them come true,
Brought on by an enemies tainted words,
Sweetened, so His children believe the lie.
In anguish, He watches the garden sealed,
Least greater pain be brought to His heart.
Creation He formed from a single thought,
Laid out and made ready for His coming children.
Blessing upon blessing He bestowed,
And yet greater He had in store.
The whole of Creation was theirs to behold,
As children and princes of a loving King.
Trees baring fruit in every season's day,
As animal roamed free to be called by their names.
The best of blessing, to walk with their God,
But a moment’s fall, and quickly they turn.
For shame they hid in the bushes with fear,
Trembling at the sound as their Father called.
Sorrow grew in that moment, shifting blame,
From knowledge of a judgment they sought to hide,
Not seeing the love in their Father's heart.
Now such pain is bought with the fruit of a tree,
As from the garden they are turned in shame.
Viewing with sorrow, and a pain burdened heart,
The shadow of His vision takes root once more.
On a hill far away, in far off day, fruit of another tree.
By the seed of knowledge, man fell in disgrace,
In the Seed of HIS love, shall they fall to their knees.
(Gen. 3:23-24)
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Note:: Bare in mind, God made man in His own image;
HE sought another in the delight of His love before creation,
As Man sought another in the depth of his heart,
In that thought of love, man was HIS heart's downfall.
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Copyright © January 19, 2006 JesusPuppy
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Mercy
I stand in the light of the Lord,
weeping for the lost of the world.
How my soul has longed to reach out,
to take them in my arms,
guiding them to His glorious love.
My Lord's hand comforts me in my sorrow,
yet they seek not His warmth.
How can not the world of His creation,
see the hand of their creator,
and turn to His blessed way.
To the world I cry out,
"Behold the hand of God,"
yet they hear me not.
The words of my soul are not heard,
for deaf heart can not feel my weeping,
nor see the wound to my soul.
I cry out to my Lord,
"How can they not know You,
nor see Your loving hands stretched forth."
How, oh man, can you turn to the darkness,
and fear not judgment for the world.
Know you not that all shall be seen,
of the works we do by day or night,
our path shall be lit by HIS righteousness.
Where then shall man hide in his shame,
or where shall he turn for comfort.
Mercy, mercy I cry to all that seek,
the Lord's love is mercy to all,
turn now and be comforted
Seek you His kingdom of glory,
and be blessed with His righteous love.
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