Denis
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Retiree. Committed to Christ. I also write poetry to convey my faith testament. I find Rapture Watch a most sustaining website and generally read it before I begin to read the daily news. My special focus is a small group I am presently attempting to minister to in Kentucky as I try to help them understand what is now happening and although all around us is mayhem and chaos, our beloved Father is still at the helm and it is His Will that enacts, His hand that wields and it is He that will prevail. Post a CommentOops!The words you entered did not match the given text. Please try again. 7 Comments
Thank you Denis. It is really a great website.
(Sorry, it is only just now that I responded). God bless
Thank you so much Sister my pleasure to have all of you as family and friends in Christ.Stay blessed
Hi Denis,
Thankx! You're welcome, God bless! Marion
Waiting.
There seems to be this silence? A waiting so extreme. As if the Earth now holds her breath: then, fills her lungs to scream? And while she waits in silent dread, man sees his gains depart. And all he had created, is unravelling from its start. He thought he ruled all destinies, with science at his call. But its use is now perverted and serves us wormwood gall. Leaders rise: nations fall. And hope is now a byword, No one dares to wipe the tears nor are our broken cries heard. The flesh of man, depraved and weak, is idolatrous as presented. A false placation to our baals, whilst goodness is resented. We've made the Earth a charnel house, but she holds the victims dear. Murdered by the merciless, who sin and show no fear. They seem to lie forgotten, (collateral damage of the damned). How can such ignorance prosper? Are they really that unmourned? But in death they are in keeping, for the day they rise adorned. 'There is no God!, the peoples cry. Where lays your co-eternal deity? And few now speak of prophetic promise, made so long ago in Holy piety. Midst darkest cavern, at bottom of the deepest pit, a shearing plate is rent. A tectonic creaking within Earth's ancient bones; now begins her quest to vent. She speaks her truth. A whispered groan through turf. It commences with a tremble: from deep within her mighty girth. And then, emitted from her fiery bowels, a projectile bile of vomit: her maw so choked with innocents' blood, it spews forth like a comet. She cries her shame; (unleashed her long-stored agony): she howls aloud and screams the pain. My God, my God! How long to bear the awful stain? She watched and trembled as Lot was saved. Witness to foul Sodom's rot: to fall, midst awful burning. And then in rue, with Gomorrah sank, into the Dead Sea bog of tar black stew. Harbinger of that to come? Fable? Myth? Or stark horror's reams; to terrorize small children and haunt them in their dreams? Soon, the Archangel goes before the Lord to sound, a trumpet chorus that through all the Earth resounds. Great honor to our yearned for King. He comes: a winnowing Judge, with a swathing rake. Chaff and dust He will forsake. But mercy to His precious dew. A holy remnant of the chosen few. With patient fortitude they waited throughout the ages. Their faith sustained within writ's pages. Now rise in the clouds to meet their Lord. All the promises the many derided, one by one will be decided: in concert with their cries for saving grace: eternally denied - for mercy now is full debrided. Dead tissue: removed as dross to let new life reveal and thus, endue. A violent Father the unjust say. Who could believe such a loveless day? Or, is it recompense? A just 'reward' for those who constantly his faith disparaged? Must now the Christ-less pay? If so, indeed was every moment of rejection counted. (Recorded in the Book of Life). This no personal vision rendered of things to come! But well heralded in ages past; by prophets all and then the Christ himself. (That a scornful and godless world was proscribed to pass away at last). And, as it passes: by the Master's hand, Mother Earth, (replete in splendid new array), restores to man reborn her harvest feast: renewing dry-parched fields and desert sand. Mountains sundered; torn apart. Clean rivers flow, and oceans with bright freshness gleam: to feed the chosen multitude. Then shall new forests in the desert bloom and men replant again in verdant row. Sing then O Earth. Rejoice, rejoice! With joy and love, come serve your Master. The King has come. Rejoice, rejoice!
The world is now like a fibrillating heart muscle. Gone is its strength and youthful confidence: replaced by life support support systems that are incapable of sustaining healthy life.
The Earth is groaning. Nature herself, (the handmaiden of the Lord Most High),is preparing to obey her Master. Her groans are for us for she knows what is to come. Who would willingly wish to stand with the predestined cattle? But men have become like bovine beasts. They walk in fear along the chute to where their executioner stands with the pole-axe bar. Even now they could turn. Yet their blind obstinacy and stony hearts and the pursuit of free will would never permit them to relinquish the throne that lies within each of us. They sit in judgment over their own destinies and deny Jesus the right to rule in their stead. But they chose their path and have refused to listen or deter from their walk. Now, all over the world, they gather in survival pods, planning how to avoid the horror of they know not what? As for me? Let me wait upon the Lord. I find myself talking to Him most of the day. Do my prayers stop my propensity to sin? Unfortunately no. So I am constantly revealing to Him the innermost secrets of my heart and through Jesus, asking for the help of the Holy Spirit to accomplish what I cannot do on my own. Lord Christ, remember your servant. Child-like, I humble myself at the foot of the Cross and repent. As a snake sheds its skin so Lord, I slough off the old and worthless. But I know that in my daily walk in a sinful, fallen world, it is not possible to be permanently shriven clean of the corruption that surrounds me. Nevertheless,I claim you as my own personal savior, confessing my debts to my Holy Father and asking you as my Great High Priest to continue to intercede for me as I claim both the Cross and Your saving Grace. Amen |
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