Thursday, July 30, 2015






 Poem by Seah Greenhorn (with copyright)

A Model For Me To Follow ... Updated

Before the starry heavens
and even before any sky

I imagined, at first wistfully,
in my imperfect mind's eye

the two of them together.

Billions of years of familial bonding.

Tragically, honestly,
my eyes flooded
with tears to cry

picturing this "only-begotton son,"
"a first-born of all creation"

with his Almighty Heavenly Father
Bathed in majestic celestial light,
(Since darkness blinds Satan's nations.)

Me living life in contained misery.
Comatose my plight.

A daughter without her own dad
unveiling an envy

too ugly to hold

Buried years beneath in silence

Searching for comforting answers
her then unknown goal.

I imagined their camaraderie
their happiness
in creating the universe

Angels applauding
their collective lauding

As Jesus and Jehovah

put finishing touches
on our marvelous
beautiful earth.

Somehow dampened
my enthusiasm

for this awesome favored son

I'm terribly saddened
to confess.

Since born into a world
where love is covered

Over by materialism
valued more than brother

As your mark to true success.

I felt smothered
in loneliness.

But as I pondered this Special Creation
Beloved by Father; Hated by races

His wonderful qualities
patiently
demonstrated

in imitation
of His Creator's
Holiness

I finally understood.
Appreciated this opportunity.

I began to feel really blessed.

How could I mistake there kindness
In offering me Eternal Life

To bond with them in uniting fondness
of ending bitterness and strife.

So now I bow my head
in trepidation

for my arrogant
audacity,

my ignorance,
my jealousy.

My unfounded
frustration.

My desire
today

is to cultivate

Jesus'
utmost

Divine
Humility

And love for all people.

He's my Hero.
My Potentate.









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Sunday, July 26, 2015

An End To Death!


First
You must

Live

to see the end of #Death--

This #victory.

Wouldn't you agree?

It's #demise already started

Lifts
Up
Our spirits--

The broken-hearted.

The Ride of the Four #Horsemen
Storming our Land

War, Famine, Disease

Shows

It's already at hand.

The Escalade of Violence
Natural Disasters too

Proclaim much the same:

"Satan will Soon get his due!"

"Peace
was taken

Away

From the earth."

Despite man's
efforts

International in scope

The Ride of The White Horseman

Helps

the honest-hearted
to cope.

After

All of God's enemies

are removed

The Millennium Begins
for the righteously
reproved.

During this time
of tranquility

Perfection is restored.

Existing earthwide:

True Peace
and Security!

Then when
the 1,000 year reign
ends

And Christ
gives back to God

Perfected men

Satan,
for a moment,
will be let on the loose

To see if these children

God,

they will still

Obediently

Choose.

(An opportunity
like Adam and Eve had:

Free-will to use.)

Then

Finally,
after that dastardly test

Santa and his crew
will be put
to eternal rest.

Fulfilled:
"All Nations will be Blessed."

Eternity will then

Be

Under Our Creator's
Divine Sovereignty.

Also,

An End to Death!

Wouldn't you say:

"A GRAND
Victory"?

Based on: Matthew 24; 2 Tim 3:1-5, 13; 2 Cor. 4: 7-10; Matt. 6:10; Rev. 6:1,2; 21:3, 4. Gen. 22:17, 18.














Monday, July 13, 2015

WHY PRAY?


Why Pray
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)


Why pray?

To stay
attached to my Father,

"Our Father in heaven."

As the "Hearer of prayer"

it's no bother, since
"to you people of all sorts will come."

He cares

so I happily share

my tears, fears, cheers.

He's all ears
to my ramblings; Not turning away

from my stumblings
as long as I try.

Though he knows when
"my errors have
overwhelmed me."

He "who supplies endurance and comfort"

who "cannot lie" or die

Will always be there to hear my pleadings
grant my petitions, be pleased with my
thanksgivings;

yet, feel me in my supplications.

He tells me to pour out my heart;
to trust in him.

He's "grasping" my "right hand, ...
saying

'Do not be afraid.

I myself will help you.'"

This is why I pray.

http://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/wp20151001/