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~ Left Behind ~
He came to earth a newborn babe,
His life sacrificed, a world to save.
His grace and salvation we can receive,
That He died for our sins we must believe.
Unworthy sinners with so much to gain,
By water and Holy Spirit we are born again.
We break the bread and we drink the wine,
Remembering His love for us so divine.
He is coming back for His own one day,
We keep the watch, and continue to pray.
What a wondrous sight coming in the clouds,
We will see His face, hear the trumpets loud!
When Jesus comes back, what will He find?
Will you be ready, or be left behind?
written by ~ Kelle
Authored by ~ God
~ Sweet Release ~
When the world is closing in and all seems lost,
remember dear friend, that Jesus paid the cost.
He suffered more than we could endure,
to free us from sin and to make us pure.
He knows your sorrows, your fears and your pain,
just let go of your worries and allow Him to reign.
Friend give it to God, just let go of it all,
and He will be there to answer your call.
No longer bear these burdens, ask Jesus for peace,
and friend He will give you such a sweet release!
written by ~ Kelle
authored by ~ God
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~ The Long Dusty Road ~
On a long dusty road they went to Bethlehem,
a journey mandated, to be counted among men.
They came to the inn so tired and worn,
so near the time for the child to be born.
But the inn was full no room for more,
They pleaded with the keeper for the child would be born.
He offered his stable, the only place left,
they stayed with the animals no longer bereft.
The hay was dry and the stable warm,
and in this lowly place a king was born.
In swaddling clothes he was wrapped by His mother,
a child of God unlike any other.
His Father in heaven, His mother on earth,
soon the world would know of his glorious birth.
This child sent to earth from our Father above,
to teach us about His unconditional love.
He came to save them and to take away pain,
but He was ridiculed, scorned, rejected and slain.
This one life taken in a horrible manner,
for Him many will die by bearing His banner.
But the day will come when He will reign on earth,
And life everlasting, all the pain will be worth!
His name is Jesus, and to Him you must say,
"Come into my heart Lord forever to stay.
You are my savior and I offer my love,
and when I pass from this world, take me to heaven above."
written by ~ Kelle
authored by ~ God
His Radio Remembers September 11, 2001
Rob Dempsey
There is hope.
Meet Me In The Stairwell
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news on September 11, 2001?
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke-filled room
with a man who called his wife to say “Good-bye.”
I held his finger steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say,
“Honey, I am not going to make it, but it’s okay … I’m ready to go.”
I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn’t coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help.
“I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!” I said.
“Of course I will show you the way home – only believe in Me now.”
I was at the base of the building with the priest ministering to the injured
and the devastated souls. I took him home to tend to
his flock in Heaven.
He heard My voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken.
I was in the heart
of every believer there, comforting and assuring them
that their faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you
when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?
I want you to know I saw every face.
I knew every name – though not all know Me.
Some met Me for the very first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn’t hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames;
“Come to Me … this way … take my hand.”
Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?
September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found.
Then, at any moment, you know you are “ready to go.”
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
-- God
~The River~
The cool waters flowing over the rocks and falling to the pool below, power and beauty, deep and soothing.
A reminder of the Living Waters flowing through us and spilling over into the world.
If the water is blocked and not allowed to flow, it will become stagnant and of no benefit to others along the way.
In the same sense if the Living Waters aren't allowed to flow out how will others benefit from them?
We are attracted to the peacefulness of flowing waters, drawn in by the power and beauty we see;
in the same way we are drawn to people who we see the Living water flowing through,
because we want to have that same peace and serenity for ourselves.
Nobody is attracted to a stagnant pool or a raging river, and if the Living Water isn't allowed to flow out of us
then an opportunity for others to experience the same joy and peace is missed.
Allow the water to flow and share it with the world!
Written by ~ Kelle
Authored by ~ God
~~ Poems by Aylaah ~~
~no more scars~
a sun rises
a sun sets
still the world continues
a life
held in joy
a smile
piercing through my armour
a hardened heart
beats in a chest of stone
a crack
widens into the cravass
hands appear
gently, they bring hope and friendship
they knead
that hardened heart to make it malliable
hands withdraw
and lazer eyes sew the pinkened chest
no more scars.
~the house~
it seemd so empty
to be in the place where
i used to visit my grandparents.
they are both gone now
to look around
and see a stranger's furniture
in the bedroom i slept in.
when i look in
these rooms
i do not see with the
eyes of today.
i still see
they way
with the
eyes of yesterday.
sadly,
i smile a little
and depart.
~the king and his son~
the king sits on his throne
and watches in wonder.
he sees his subjects
going through the motions of their everyday life.
he has never experienced such a life.
he turns to his chancellor
for advice on how to rule
over people with which he has no experience.
his trusted chancellor
tells him, 'you must send another from within your
family. you must send your son.'
the king call for his
one and only son.
his son comes eagerly to hear what his father says.
he sits while the king tells his son of his calling.
then his son runs to enact his father's plan.
he is to be one of them - one of his father's subjects.
he smiles.
~born of joy, born of pain~
life is born
of both joy and pain.
alone,
we try to find
our own gain.
we sit
and watch as events rain
down upon us.
we come from others
who are independent thinkers - or so they claim.
we listen to those who tell us
how they searched for fame.
they tried so hard
and yet found only pain.
we speak to them of the joy we know.
we smile.
we tell them that they
can know this feeling also.
~morning origami~
while doing my
morning origami
i suddenly
had a thought.
our lives are like
my morning origami.
we are folded,
ripped and cut apart,
until finally we are
made into something
truly beautiful.
~a far off friend~
she moved far off.
a letter arrived
telling where and how she was.
cards, notes, and letters
all arrive - one by one.
she moved again
but the letters and packages to her
did not stop.
surprised was she
when the first package arrived.
pictures arrives
at the house
along with letter and packages
from her.
she sent them from far away.
they came
from places and countries
that i will never see.
she is my
far off friend.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Poems by Anna~
~Worry~
like a mindless trap
entrenches my soul
saps at my strength
and the pressure
bursts
the dam welled up so deep.
Thought and image conjure
the very worst
no reprieve, no reprieve
but for sleep.
The nightfall
- and darkness closing in
is kinder to me than the day
which cages me in the swirling pool
of overwhelming worry and fear.
But He whispers softly
still, small
and the sunshine of relief
bursts
the clouds built up so high
as tears once again flow
but of joy, not of pain.
And peace.
Peace, at last.
~Altar Call~
I stand up shakily
straightening my hair
(it got in my eyes)
touching my wet face
(my tearstained eyes)
One glance to the right
he’s down there
on his knees crying,
weeping, begging, pleading, shaking
- intensely passionate
and the world stopped turning.
I am touched
I never saw him as this,
until I saw through new eyes
- until now
One year wasted
because I never understood
And even now, its hard to believe
that he could cry,
like I do.
Yet, the thing we possess in common
is a sacred gift
from the highest
and the image of him crying
is now understandable
because we share a passion
for the souls of the lost…
