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Unless we are still in the field with the dirt and the ground
doing work that will not last while the pearls lay still unfound.

OK, tack the following onto the above (end of your addition), and see if this fits our attempt at a mile long prayer//as//:

The plow and crop I fear must wait,
our prayer for peace is voiced too late.

The hounds of Satan snarl at door,
as peace and safety are no more.

Until Tribulation-Great does wane,
Our lives must now be filled with pain.

To our right will perish a thousand and ten,
and to the left another ten thousand men.

The sky will fill with bombs, and fire,
we will smell the acrid funeral pyre.

Hunger wracks to bones show through,
the weight is gone from me and you.

Until Jesus comes to snatch away,
we suffer, yet another day.

On bended knee, with hands clamped tight,
we pray He returns to us this night.

Though we suffer tribulation here,
our Jesus stands by us so near.

He strengthens us to bear the pain,
though bombs of death fall much like rain.

We may die and loose mortality,
but graduate to His Holy family.

We cannot loose, our focus clear,
believe in Christ, thank God He's near.


In Messiah, His Shalom, and praise.  Arley

I share this ditty, that I just received from my sister.  


Cleaning Poem  

I asked the Lord to tell me

Why my house is such a mess.

He asked if I'd been 'computering',

And I had to answer 'yes.'

He said, get off my fanny

And tidy up the house.

And so I started cleaning up...

The smudges on my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.

That really did the trick....

I was just admiring my work...

I didn't mean to 'click.'

But click, I did, and oops I found

A real absorbing site.

That I got SO way into.

I was into it all night.    <<Sigh>>

Nothing's changed except my mouse

It's very, very shiny.

I guess my house will stay a mess....

While I sit here on my hiney.


And now, you know the -- rest of the story.
In Messiah, His Shalom, and clean mouse.  Arley

Wow. That was a tad bit scary.
Our world is in havoc despite all our efforst to sewing seeds of peace, the battle is not bombs and machine guns here in America, its the battle for souls and minds and spirits. Our children are being hauled away on trains to sexual holocaust sites much like concentration camps in Germany in the thirties only this time they are in America and they are called public schools. I am not advocating physical violence, I am advocating using the spiritual weapons God has given to us ( that is not hypnosis by the way that is a tool of satan) but the full armor and by the mighty spirit of God taking back the ones crying out to us to save them. Remember what I have endured and remember that God is calling me to prevent that from happening to others and I hear their crys for help, not audible crys, but spiritual crys, and its frightening and its real. I cannot be a silent witness to these spiritual horrors and dare say, I am not. I read these quotes in a few good books the other day:

quote; " What  country can preserve its liberty if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance?
and
"When once a republic is corrupted, there is not possiblity of remedying any of the growing evils but removing the corrupton and restoring its lost principles;every other correction is either uselss or a new evil" end quote.
and
" IT IS THEIR RIGHT, IT IS THEIR DUTY TO THROW OFF SUCH GOVERNMENT AND PROVIDE NEW GUARDS FOR THEIR FUTURE SECURITY" FROM OUR DECLARATION OF INDEPENCENCE!

Another quote from a poem;

Nor deem the irrevocable Past

As wholly wasted, wholly vain

If, rising on its wrecks, at last

To something nobler we attain.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

and another quote

" This hedonistic, self-created value system proclaiming that all values are arbitrary has brought havoc to our world "

Havoc indeed. Shall we be silent and burying our heads, or hoes, and chant over and over again.....peace on earth and good will toward men...and look into the eyes of those perishing into hells darkest night alone and without the light we possess? I cannot have my faith without works and works that are not powerless or weak and not formed of anything man has created either such as weapons of mass destruction but of spiritual warfare which by the way the victory is already ours its just a matter of claiming it. Much like Jordon. I for one dont want to waste another forty years.

I truly love being happy, in my Faith and fellowship with Messiah.  But, over the past years, I have become two people, seeing the closing of the last few minutes on Gods clock tick away to eternity, I sing, and praise day, and even sometimes night.  The other me, that has been generated, is the sad, and tearful person, who sees so many souls refusing the offer of eternal bliss, for these moments of mortal pseudo-joy that they think they have, in their delusion.  For them I weep.  Singing on the this side, and crying on the that side.  Woe, woe,  I feel torn in the middle.

The time is ripe as well as rife; ripe to snatch away the fine fruits of His labor, and rife to cause, and endure, the great tribulation, and judgmental wrath, on those not yet worthy of removal.  Many come to Jesus, especially from Islam, as the final ticks do tock.  Keep the ears clear, the eyes bright, and on the sky, plus maintain a pure heart in Messiah, for our redemption is so close, so close.

Ironically, we may weep for the Neigh (note the spelling) Sayers, as they bray wildly, joyously prancing through mortality, caring not for what lies just beyond, in Eternity. They write a poetry I cannot comprehend, as they sing, I weep, as they dance, I convulse, as they die,  I wail.  So many 'good'  people, nice to know, but refusing to join Gods holy family, with us.  I thank God, He will  clear the tears from my mortal eyes, as I graduate to His immortality.

I fear I have no more to contribute to the poem, today.  When I awake, singing my praises to Jesus, I will be more positively creative.  

Until then, I retire from my chair, to my bed, and pray for dreams about heaven, and not about suffering, this night.

To one and all, the Shalom of Moshiach Yaushuah ha Nazarit. May He keep you safe, and tear free this night.  Arley

On the contrary what you said is very poetic. You have a poem in the making right there. You said it with passion and with eloquence and in a way that only you could convey the ankst you are struggling with; the inner conflict of ones hope and feelings coliding. Your right on the verge of a really good ending to this poem, or even better, the start of an even better one. Shalom.

Jesus                                                                                            I wish the day will come when we; shall live eternally                        And we shall see the lord come down                                                And take away our frown                                                               For now I have to close my eyes                                                      To see Heaven in my dreams                                                           And hope one day; all will feel His PEACE                                           and understand  His Love                                                                I know that Yeshua will lead our way                                                 And take away our fear                                                                  He will make our journey through this world                                        And protect us with His Blood                                                          He gives us strength; when we have none                                         When we have lost , He's just begun!                                                I know once G-d, He came to earth                                                  He looked just like a man!                                                                He sufferred all the pain of hate                                                       And died ; nailed upon a tree                                                           But death could not hold His body down                                            It only carried out His Sovereign plan                                               Through death He took our sins,and made us free!                               And washed us clean on Calvary                                                       And said; Wait for Me!                                                                    Bless all, Robert

09-07-09  Scheduled Flight

The time is right, and wheat is ripe,
The harvest soon begun.

The years of study for one day,
more scary than be fun.

Twelve suns to be a mortal,
twelve nights to sleep in pain;

Twelve anxious mortal days to wait,
have I studied Him to Gain?

I know not day nor hour,
but I think that I am right;

New Moon sliver shining clear,
eye's see at start of night.

The Feast of Trumpets sound all day,
Eleven sets of Nine;

and then the one we all wait for,
counted one and ninety-nine.

Assembling from near and far,
the Last Trump we will hear;

To fill our hearts with praises,
for we know that He is near.

And then the Angel gives his shout,
'All those in Him,' look up, and fly;

True believers blink, are gone,
And in the twinkle of an eye.

Yom Teruah, what a name,
we're lifted up, to Christ;

He came for us as promised,
we never more will cry.

To make their person ready for Him, there is but little time.  Be I right, or be I wrong, somewhere in here there be a song.  A happy lilt, or sad, sad dirge, depending on your urge.  Some think that I be crazy, that often includes me, but every drop of study says He comes for you and me.  So set the watch, and blow the horn; keep your eyes upon the sky.  The one trump after the ninety-nine will tell if I be right.  If by chance I fail the test, I may cry through the night, but rest-assured, I'll keep my faith, for there is only Him.  Believe my words, or laugh them off, the choice is truly yours.  But if I'm right and you are wrong, I will truly miss you, until you repent, and graduate later.

In Messiah, His Blessing, and Protection.  Arley

Very insightful NavyBlue! Thank you for sharing your words. Dont we all have some doubt on occassion of our worthiness to be a part of Gds family? I do sometimes. Sometimes I have a thought, implanted by satan Im sure, that maybe I have forgotten to dot an i or cross a t somewhere and there will be some sin I have forgotten to confess or some wrong thought or deed that seperates me from Gd and His kingdom. But then I realize such a mind is not of Gd and therefore it must be from his arch enemy satan and denounce it or ask Gd to put it under the blood of Jesus. We can trust Gd to keep his word that  he has removed our transgressions as far as the east is from the west as it promises in Psalms 103. Ok, here is my little pick me up story to share too.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HAVING MONEY AND HAVING RICHES. BY GL

The other day I went shopping at my favorite grocery store and after the checker had rung up all my food I noticed I could not find my check book. I looked everywhere in my purse but it was missing. I made a mental picture of all the places I had been prior to shopping and it made me cringe to think that it could be at any one of those places. I asked the checker to wait while I went out to my car hoping to find it laying on the seat or floor board. It was not. I went back inside after checking my coat pockets, my purse several times, my walking path, nothing.

I asked the kind checker to pull my groceries aside and had my family wait while I drove home to get my back up check book. I came back and got my food and felt a little embarassed but mostly worried about what could have happened to it and knew if I did not locate it I would have so much work to do to stop my account etc. I was not looking forward to any of that so when we got home we all searched frantically for it. After searching a while my family asked me if I had prayed about it.
I was sad to say that I had not so we stopped right then and there and prayed. I walked into my living room and I noticed my Bible sitting there and I thought it cant be in there, could it? So I looked and sure enough in the sleeve of my Bible cover was my check book. I must have mistakenly placed it in there when my Bible sat next to my purse in the car. We praised the Lord!

That was such a relief and then it hit me. My family and I have never had enough money, even when we did we would tell you it was never enough. Money is like a fire that just screams out for more. But Gods riches, His love, His answers to prayers, His gifts of our family and friends, Gods wisdom and Gods Word, Gods messages every day to us in His Word that He reigns in this world are far more valueable than money! Today I learned the value of money vs the riches of Christ, the one we work and work to get and its never enough and the other we have more than we could ever use and dont deserve any of it.

My family and I may not have money but my family and I have something better; riches in Christ.

Your pretty Talented for an old guy like me. I hope we CAN MEET SOMETIME!I want to put a lot of  these lyrics to music. Im getting a recording program station set up on my PC, soon,[ money permitting] Our animals are killing us financialy[ but you grow to love them], but get expensive medically as the age geriatrically[like me] I hope to resume when my mouth , and arm start working again.I like contemporay worship[ Casting crowns, Michael Smith][ Jeremy Camp], and redo some oldtime hymnals]I found one of the first hymnal printed in our libray 120 years old.[ Songs I never heard][ sing a new song to the Lord!][ from old and everlasting]G-d's restoring my hearing! I used to sing on C.Radio! My Father was a Navy Man, helped in developing Sonar with the Brits, and Uncle Sam., and Radar;Cruise Missles.Aerospace technology; retired from Naval Avionics. I got drafted V.N.[ a no sense war][I understood WW2, and Desert Storm[ Afganistan] [ But war to change a culture doesn't work, as we see in Iraq][yhough they never talk about the gratefull families liberated] but unfortunately[ We are just rebuilding Babylon for the anti christ,I'm getting reaady to post on End of world post, on understanding the Muslim, and explain thier religion[Scary!] though Sadam needed to be ousted. It ill just go Shiite [I hope to get Pops Intel going]. Funny to think of him as milk fed right now. He's still on the G-d evolution kick; It irritates Pam. But G-d has no time structure on eternity and creation; He's kindof like Mr. Spock on StarTrek now; The emotion/logic hormone /get back to Vulcan scenario to level out his logic. Sorry Dad;He's getting abit dementiated , but very smart for almost 90! first stop ;Heaven! See you soon, thanks for the New friend! Harriet! She's a hoot! Hi Hope!