Joe Breunig, 10 january 2013
With His incarnation, passion, death and resurrection,
Christ paid the ransom for the sins of humanity!
Our full acceptance of this sacrosanct Truth,
gives us the opportunity to be permanently set free…
from the impending separation, brought by Death.
The date of Christ’s next coming may not be known;
so today is still the acceptable time for Salvation,
to become sons and daughters… before His throne.
The earthly powers of Satan will be vanquished;
know that his future demise has already been foretold.
He arrogantly chose to reject his musical authority
and remain strolling upon the Kingdom’s streets of gold.
Now we’re to stand, take back and occupy the land;
for we’re to regain the authority that was given Adam.
We’re also to recognize and honor the sacrificial Lamb
Jesus Christ, the holy, begotten son of the Great I Am.
The true saint lives not for today, but for tomorrow,
purposing to usher in the Kingdom with singleness of mind.
As righteous keepers of humanity’s brothers, we need…
to steer everyone towards the sacred One called Divine.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Luke 19:11-27; Eph 4:1-16; Rom 12:1–8; 1 Cor 12;
1 Pet 3:10-11; Matt 5:13-16, 16:24-26; Gal 2:20, 6:14;
2 Cor 5:17-21
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 10 january 2013
Renew your mindset with The Word;
remove your Bible from the dusty shelf.
Love your God whole-heartily!
Love your neighbor as yourself!
Go and make true disciples;
teach them righteous things.
Learn to live Life with balance;
fill your heart with hymns to sing.
Embody the vital signs of Christianity.
Be involved in spiritual fellowship;
develop Godly character and world missions;
be intimate in ministry and holy worship.
Record your personal experiences,
moving humbly from glory to glory;
appreciate your temporal journey;
find Christ… within your life story.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 22:37-40, 28:19-20; Psa 95:1-2, 100:1-2;
Col 3:1-25; Gal 2:20; 1 John 2:6; Phil 1:21;
Rom 2:12, 12:1-2
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 10 january 2013
An important message for Christ’s saints,
is to guard hearts from becoming downtrodden.
Attacks started immediately with Man’s creation,
knowing that Adam lost the first estate of Eden.
People must not lose sight of their Godly identity,
during this critical age of holy dispensation.
The Great Commission is still relevant today,
for bringing souls unto the revelation of Salvation.
Eternity is a serious subject that no one,
imbued with the Holy Spirit, should take lightly.
Avoid messages of subverted ideas about the Kingdom;
continue in a Truth-filled life… that shines brightly.
Your belief system demonstrates the way you think;
therefore, daily renew your mind with The Word.
The power of speech yields a degree of influence;
be sure to understand what you’ve learned and heard.
The love of Christ constrains us to spend time with Him;
we’re to repeatedly lift up our voices in prayer.
Cultivate your ongoing relationship with the Lord,
insuring to diligently remain… within His care.
Though we have not reached the fullness of time,
we must remain alert to avoid eternal damnation.
Allow the Holy Spirit to lovingly reveal Truth,
so you may embrace the Kingdom’s fullest dimensions.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 28; Phil 2:1-11; Rom 1:16-20
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
louis gander, 10 january 2013
Here is another true story poem (summer 1934)
about my grandmother (Ida McDermott) and my mother (Ruth)
who traveled every day between their farm at North Clayton, Wisconsin
to to deliver cream to Soldier's Grove as told to me by my mother.
(Told in 'first person' from my mother's perspective...)
I had got on and sat upon our wagon load of goods.
all set to view the country hue on rustic road through woods.
But mom said no, I couldn't go. I rarely ever stayed -
but this time did so down I slid. I'm glad that I obeyed.
Our old wagon, always saggin' had rough, rugged boards -
but it did hold that precious load as she had started towards -
the creamery - a guarantee - of how we paid our bills -
in such a life, excessive strife - through vale against the hills.
She left that day on road of clay delivering with care -
four dusty mile - with grimaced smile - and cream that must get there.
Familiar sounds - some barking hounds, a crow up in a tree -
and tough routine, unlike a queen, that she would never see.
Out of the blue without a clue -around a curve and hill -
a drunken guy - flew passing by - like we were sitting still -
then ripped the side of Topsy's hide and threw mom off her seat.
She landed hard, but not too scarred, between the horses feet.
Though somewhat numb, she scrambled some from under hooves and wheels.
A bit perplexed, what happened next - she scrambled and did feel,
a massive rock where she took stock and hid as God provides.
Protected there in silent prayer from grace that never hides.
Some seconds spent, bewilderment, that held them there at bay -
so trampled not, she never got - before they ran away.
She tried to nurse ol' Topsy's curse. Oh, why did God allow -
old Topsy's death with its last breath and further hardships now?
The wagon load could not be sold. I thought that I would scream.
But mama taught that I ought not - to cry over spilled cream.
Is life not fair? Does God not care? Well, mama knew His way...
Obeyed was why - so safe was I. She thanked the Lord that day.
I had got on and sat upon our wagon load of goods.
all set to view the country hue on rustic road through woods.
But mom said no, I couldn't go. I rarely ever stayed -
but this time did so down I slid - and glad that I obeyed.
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Gert Strydom, 10 january 2013
For days he has found his way in the beaconed off world
during the early morning twilight
and he was confined and caged into a life,
almost mechanical in aloofness
all of the time he was tied, almost purposeless,
while to his best he did his task
until the shrill ringing of the five o’clock bell,
and early in the mornings he unlocked his door
in his great love of woman and child
and later he walked back street block after street block
to his wife’s soft greeting, her friendly kiss,
as another gear in the city’s machine,
where he experienced the city as just another shoe
until the setting sun touched the hillocks.
Gert Strydom, 10 january 2013
Security guards walk past while they are on guard
with traffic lights, street lights gleaming
they are armed, in boots and uniforms
while some wait smoking outside of the cafe
and then they get into three patrol cars
and outside its raining buckets full and its night
and I wonder what Rembrandt would have made of this
before some become distant in the rain
and the cars of others suddenly come to life
with screaming tires, flashing lights
while they talk on their radios
and some run fast down the street.
with concern on some faces
while cars swerve at full speed around a corner.
Gert Strydom, 10 january 2013
(after S. J. Pretorius)
When the yellow sun starts to draw long lines
just before it descends over the distant hillocks
the streets of the town is filled with cars
of the great mishmash driving home.
Suntanned with hats covering there heads
I see white car guards taking their belongings,
men who had lost their jobs, now with their world insane
walk with lowered heads with their faces grim
while some stretch their steps much longer.
They had a work at a time
but now are sun burnt with rough hands,
sometimes on welfare of the local church
with their eyes hidden by the edges of their hats
while they dream of a country where jobs are plentiful.
[Reference: “Sonnet – Uit Malvern” (Sonnet – Out of Malvern) by S. J. Pretorius ]
Jacob, 10 january 2013
I'm so lost when you are not here with me.
When I Hunger, I don't know what to eat.
When I thirst I know not what to drink.
When you leave me or I you, This feeling lasts at least Three days.
Those days each seems an eternity.
Amber my sweet love,
You are all that I am,
You are all that I ever will be.
By: Jacob Griffin
Satish Verma, 10 january 2013
A starfish was in my glass.
You blame the moon of brutality
while moondust had misled the ocean.
Darkhole was ejecting the stars.
An animal instinct sparts the bullet
like supernova. Black dwarf crop up
around the light house for airstrike
on a thermonuclear temper.
From nothing to nothingness you are
scared. The questions breathe into centuries.
The soul opens a globe of unrivalled green,
and a child wants to climb a tower of light.
Satish Verma
Alicja Kuberska, 9 january 2013
The insensibility has got
The stone eyes and
An unaffectionate heart,
Which beats rhythmically
I only I - I only I.
It is better not to see
And not to sympathize.
The poverty is ugly,
Dirty and smelly, and
Sometimes it is drunk.
The easiest thing is to pass it by
And think
-It is not my business.
- I have no time.
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