Risk-It-All-Ogy
And what is risk-it-all-ogy?
What does that mean to us?
Response to eschatology,
End times that cause a fuss!
From folks who store up extra food
That's meant to last them years,
To folks that get a solemn mood
That fills them with new fears!
Who knows how many lives will change
Through ancient prophecies,
From cultures that we think as strange
That tell us Man will cease?
Or maybe this old world takes on
Some greater consciousness
That means Man's sinful thoughts are gone,
Replaced by happiness.
Some think of Christ and Antichrist
From Scriptures old and new...
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Mary And Joseph: A Story Of Love
Joseph was born, Mary was born, each lived their lives on Earth...
A world some thought of as forlorn, yet God preserved its worth...
These children grew to adult age, betrothed and to be wed
And yet before the marriage stage, God intervened instead...
Thus Mary heard about her son, the Saviour yet to be,
The One called Jesus who has done so much on Calvary...
She learnt that she, a chosen maid, was now so highly blessed
And thus God humbly she obeyed, for He knew what was best...
Yes, God chose her and Joseph, too, because their hearts combined
With love forever good and true, the best that He could find...
Thus two young people lived their lives, God's secret Son to guide,
Unlike the husbands and the wives, in houses side-by-side...
Imagine them with Jesus there, the babe, the child, the man,
The prophet who would kneel in prayer to daily learn God's plan.
Good Shepherd, yet the Lamb of God, the Prince of Peace and more,
The King of Calvary whose Blood was destined there to pour...
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Samson's Fury
A fire is mounting; its smoke is consuming me whole.
Its angry flames are burning me alive…
Its raging blazes are suffocating me…
The heat is unbearable, I feel myself losing control.
A crimson haze clouds my vision,
Intoxication takes over... I’m gone!
I’ve surrendered to the blistering pain,
The pain of keeping everything so controlled.
I’m a calamity, burning everything in my way.
Waiting, prowling, hunting...
For the chance to lash out suddenly
And to scorch those who stroll too close.
A single mistaken utterance, a misinterpreted gesture,
Anything will fuel my fervor.
My tongue has become an inferno,
Blasting scorching flames at any naysayer.
Declarations spear through my mouth,
Intended to gouge at anyone’s heart.
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Sarah's Choice
The unborn child was helpless there,
Within the mother's womb...
And if that mother didn't care,
Then that would be a tomb...
While Sarah mused the pros and cons,
Her lifestyle to maintain,
Her tiny child was held in bonds,
Which destiny to gain?
Would it be life, would it be death,
Would it be chosen right?
Consider Christ from Nazareth
Who shared each baby's plight...
Just one mistake, one selfish act,
One cold catastrophe
And death would be the callous act
Marked for eternity...
So who are we to end new life,
Before that life can start?
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Judging My Judgement Day Dream
The dream began as many do, without a by or leave,
Then all lost souls God let me view... I heard their spirits grieve.
I looked above, there were no stars, no planets and no moon,
The sun alone was burning still, so hot it made them swoon.
Beyond these creatures of the night, I marvelled for I saw
A great and wondrous pure white light that thrilled me to the core.
Yes, there was God upon His throne, a witness to it all,
As Jesus judged Mankind alone, within God's Judgement Hall.
Both rich and poor, just naked skin. No righteous robes had they
And so they wept, still drenched in sin, as they faced Judgement Day.
The lightning bolts proclaimed God's rage, with no-one left in doubt,
But none of these had reached the stage to work sins' problems out.
Though Jesus Christ of Nazareth atoned at Calvary,
Their judgement fell, a second death, for all eternity...
So many billions thought they knew much better than the Lord.
They hated Jesus Christ the Jew with all His claims ignored.
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The Question Of Life
The Little One sought answers, too.
The elders gave advice.
Not satisfied if truths were true,
If wisdoms were so wise...
The Little One went on his way,
To find life's meaning there,
Beyond the words he heard that day
That left him unaware.
The Little One was told at last,
By one old precious voice,
Grandfather's words left him aghast,
'Your life end's not your choice...'
But then he saw his own old face,
The Old One spoke and said,
'My Little One, it's no disgrace,
Life lasts until you're dead...'
The Little One observed these truths,
The Old One carried on...
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Where Has My Love Gone?
Where has my love gone? God, I really miss her!
God, I wish I knew although I know
She could come back really!
It's up to her! Wish I could kiss her!
She told me that she cared
But that she had other plans!
God knows where she is now!
All I know is, I'm here!
And I'm so alone, now that true love's gone!
What can I do? Will she ever return?
Will she come back to my heart?
Will she explore the whole world until
God will reveal to her my love?
God, please hear all of my soft-spoken prayers!
For what is life if nobody truly shares all your cares?
Then you just live, without ever finding
One sweetheart to love!
Think I found her, Lord! What's left to say?
Must it be like this? Oh, how long, will it carry on?
Give me some strength! Can't You see that I can't live
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Blinded By Belinda!
Belinda! Belinda! Belinda! Oh, won't you marry me?
Your negatives would hinder, say YES, bring ecstasy!
Don't put it off another day! Don't leave YES till tomorrow!
Just shout the word I hope you'll say and that would end the sorrow!
You see, my heart is all on fire! It only beats for you!
For you're the one that I desire! As if you never knew!
You must have seen the longing looks, heard sentimental sighs...
All straight out of Mills & Boon books! Say YES or my heart dies!
I'll simply pine and fade away! Have pity on my soul!
Say YES TODAY! YES! YES! TODAY! Or else I'll lose control!
I'll sob and sob, throw tantrums, too! I'll not give up, my girl!
Please won't you see my point of view! You've set my world awhirl!
I'm not the same as once I was! As cool as cool could be!
And you're the reason, all because you're gorgeous! Meant for me!
Forget the millionaires out there! Forget the hunks you've seen!
Just marry ME! You know I care! Though I've not got a bean!
We'll live on love! We'll both get by! Who needs a Rolls-Royce, dear?
With love, we'll both have wings to fly! If not, we could stay here!
London's great and it suits me fine! Much better than New York!
If you stay here, we'll just recline! Lie on a bed... and... talk...
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The Quest
I dreamt a dream like none before.
It stirred my very soul!
It started with an open door
Through which I chose to stroll.
Then, once inside, that room beyond,
My heart was filled with fear!
Yet how else could my heart respond?
I sensed that God was here!
Then, suddenly, I heard Him speak
As He called out my name...
I trembled and my legs grew weak.
My conscience brought me shame.
'Fear not! ' He said, 'We meet this night
To put you on a quest! '
'What for? ' I asked without delight...
No way did I feel blessed!
'You've prayed a lot! ' the Lord replied.
'A woman you desire! '
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The Cross Of Christ
The jeering crowd like jackals stood,
To see what must be done.
Though once they thought this man was good,
They didn't see God's Son.
They called Him Rabbi, Teacher, Lord,
Yet now He was Rome's slave.
So all His claims were now ignored,
For who was He to save?
The nails were driven deep inside...
More drops of blood soon fell...
Once lifted, hoisted, crucified,
His life was just like Hell.
Torment and torture lay ahead.
Excruciating pain.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing hour.
'Dear God, have pity, please! '
And yet there came no sign of power,
No rescue, no release.
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