Brethren, we have the best of fruits at our hands
We live surrounded by beauty in the best of lands
So, brethren, why live in continual craving for transient carnal pleasures?
Brethren, why are thee blind of our inherited treasures?
Brethren, behold the canvas of the sky
Doesn’t its colorful dance of change your soul gratify?
Our sky adorned with blue not found anywhere else in the universe,
inspiration of legends, it’s a jewel thee mustn’t fail to observe
What constitutes beauty? Is it what to the eyes tastes fruity?
Brethren, our kingdom is full of perplexing beauty
Brethren, we live in a constant rehearsal of beauteous tunes
Go to a forest and, hark our God-given orchestra’s lofty croons!
Walking to your job, set your imagination free for a moment
Brethren be delighted in an ocean of dreams, away from any earthly torment
Immortal ideas palpating with prettiness, the soul they absolve.
Isn’t it a miracle the many puzzles humans have solved, solve, and wi
Dying VoiceThe voice inside my mind is very clear,
But when I muster up the strength to speak
The rasp that is my voice is all I hear,
Its hurts exposed with all its jagged peaks.
O God, I vowed before to worship you
Until my final breath, a whispered oath
Of love revealed as undeserved and true,
And here tonight I realize you are both.
Here I'll adore, make good on what I swore.
The Witch of Endor: Poor ChildYou used to be the mighty King,
persecutor of the likes of me;
the scourge of all who practised my craft,
enemy of those not loyal to your god.
Your name alone meant dread to me -
today, do you bring death to me?
your shell is cracked
and you seep through:
wounds and tears
from beneath the armour,
a broken man
underneath the mask.
I thought you were a mighty King -
but I all I see is a lost child
cowering frightened at my feet.
You believe yourself forsaken
by God and by men,
thrown aside and replaced
by a better man.
You believe yourself hated,
feel lost and alone -
my hunter is hunted
my persecutor brought low.
You have clung to your power;
you fought and you fought...
but not even the mighty
can stay the hand of God.
You used to be the mighty King,
persecutor of the likes of me.
Now here you are, a lost child,
cowering frightened at my feet.
Now I could gloat
to see my hunter hunted,
to see you brought low
by the god you disobeyed.
But all I see is a lost child
To the Helper SuitableYou cannot be that paragon
of understanding which I hoped my muses
My aims may lead
to paths that yours in following refuses:
I must surrender.
Love, I do
not try to change your mind, demand your trust
and unconditional support,
for you have ways to walk down that you must.
You shall not fill that void I have
which only God Himself could satisfy
until, entrusted to His work,
my loneliness is merely helper-sized.
A right thing done in timing wrong is still a crime,
O heart prepared for me before the start of time.
Spare NotWhat times have come upon us when the faces
Sitting in the room are the same but aged,
When weariness has shaded in the traces
Of a dozen scars from many battles waged?
In brokenness we labored on until
The breath of all our labors drew too thin
And then we slackened suddenly, our will
To bind the lost and broken could not win.
Trust not, my heart, that hurts shall always last,
But look to Him who always goes before
And brings his promised present from the past,
And spare yourself not; give though you are poor.
Rejoice, O desolate, O barren ones,
For many will be your daughters and your sons.
Blessed are the Merciful"Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy."
Joash Mera hated his job. It was getting harder and harder to justify what he did for a living. His own fiancée had urged him to quit. He wanted to quit. But there were bigger things than his own conscience. What he was doing was important for the survival of his species.
Also, quitting the Sarbithian military was not a thing easily done.
The dark sack in Joash's hand grew damp from his sweat. Soon it would contain a Mian, a creature that stood a mere third the height of a Sarbithian. And yet one drop of its blood was all it took to brutally kill a fully grown, healthy Sarbithian should it get into the larger species' bloodstream. As it stood, there was no cure. That needed to change.
Test subjects and samples were needed, and it was Joash's job to find such subjects. He stood with another enlisted soldier behind their crouching commanding officer.
Passing through the Fire Prologue Part 1"Moreover thou hast taken thy sons and thy daughters, whom thou hast borne unto me, and these hast thou sacrificed unto them to be devoured. Is this of thy whoredoms a small matter, That thou hast slain my children, and delivered them to cause them to pass through the fire for them?"
Gilrod Quent wiped his forearm across his brow, brushing his sandy blond hair out of his face. It was barely morning and the heat of the day already plagued the man's body. A good stack of firewood lay at his side, freshly gathered and chopped. Not a bad morning's work considering the size of the majority of the trees. All in all, Gilrod was pleased with how he and his wife and son had survived in this strange, tiny world.
It had been over a year since the Sarbithian family had found themselves in a new, unfamiliar land with no known way to get home. The entire landscape seemed to be scaled to a much smaller sort of inhabitants. As it were, the Quent fam
Let's Start With Me
Let’s Start With Me
Verse 1: Something’s not right here, this story has a missing piece.
I spoke all the right words but lies are still being heard…come past my lips.
I know that something’s wrong! My pain’s a never ending ocean for the people of this world, but how can I show their hearts of this?
Chorus: I guess let’s start with me!
What you want them to do, I need to be myself.
So you can take everything!
Cause this is what they need to see!
If I am your tool to set these people free, I guess let’s start with me.
Verse 2: Trust is the key word here, and it’s my time to give it up.
They need a genuine example, and alone I’m not enough.
So let’s show them it can be done! The battle still can be won.
If they know I truly believe…If I know I truly believe.
Verse 1: I really wish, just like doubting Thomas,
to see you live, to see the scars and all.
I wanna be…watching you come for me; telling me that I won’t fall.
I’m really scared… of being unprepared;
standing outside your door screaming and evil calls my name…
and it be too late…and I’m turned away.
Chorus: So what is the way?!(what is the way)
What is the truth?! (what is the truth)
Where is the life?! (where is the life)
I’m longing like
Who really knows, (Who really knows)
Where I should go?! (Where I should go)
The pain is
Verse 1: I’m in the midst of the beasts; ravenous creatures seeking to devour me.
Men with spears and arrows, spreading a net for my feet…
They have me bowed down in distress, but my heart is steadfast!
Chorus: Help me reach the heavens, help me reach the skies!
Awaken my soul, destroy these lies!
For great is your love! May your dawn arise!
I need your love; please come back…to my eyes.
Verse 2: This light is headed elsewhere, so you took it away here.
My enemies are laughing, my loved ones are in fear.
It had me bowed down in distress, but you’re not finished yet!
“And GOD said:
“Come The Heavens,
Part the Waters
Translated poetically from the Finnish Bible
September 6, 2015
Pray for EthiopiaEthiopia is a landlocked country in the horn of Africa.
It is bordered by Eritrea in the north, Djibouti and Somalia in the east,
Sudan and South Sudan in the west, and Kenya in the south.
The capital is Addis Ababa.
The population is over 84, million.
Over 80 different languages are spoken in Ethiopia.
The famous Queen of Sheba was said to be from Ethiopia.
Christianity has been in Ethiopia since the 1st century.
In 325 A.D. Ethiopia became the first major empire to officialy convert to Christianity.
The Ethiopian Orthodox Church has survived for centuries, mostly cut off
from Christians around the world and surrounded by Islamic nations.
33.5% Ethiopian Orthodox
Pray for East TimorTimore Leste/East Timor is an island nation in Southeast Asia.
It is located northwest of Australia, west of New Guinea and east of Indonesia.
It makes up the eastern half of the island of Timor, the islands of Atauro,
Jaco, and Oecusse and an exclave on the northwestern side of the island.
Dili is the capital and largest city.
The population is over 1 million.
The name Timor comes from 'Timur', which means ‘East’ in Indonesian and Malay.
East Timor became the first a new sovereign state of the 21st century.
Starbucks is a major purchaser of East Timorese coffee.
Although the country is only 9 miles long, it is densely populated.
Small Chinese minority
The earliest inhabitants of East Timor was hunter gatherer Australoid
groups from New Guinea and Australia.
Around 3000 BC, Austronesians migrated to Timor.
Later proto-Malays arrived from south Ch
Your willWhen I do Your will, the world opposes me,Your will by Tszkwong
Even those closest to me are quick to turn away,
Yet You are always there right before loneliness encloses me,
Loneliness has no hold on me, because You are with me every day,
They oppose me even when I am obedient to what You tell me to do,
Yet I won't turn away from You because Your ways are true,
They try to bring me down by telling me the many bad things I've done in the past,
But I know that there is nothing I can ever do to make You love me less,
Your love towards me will always last,
You are my Lord, my God, my King,
You are my only God, my All, my Everything,
Let me beYou are the potter, I am the clay,Let me be by Tszkwong
You shape me better and better every day,
Let me be righteous before Your eyes,
I have left my old self behind,
Here in Your arms, my new self lies,
That thing tries to bring me down,
Yet I wont let it, because You are the greatest thing I have ever found.
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