Forever grace to be mine.
Lost in the hand that holds
Crinkled in the depths of desire
Crushed by the love that gives
Forever grace to be mine
Is Jesus and his Fatherly face
Smiling upon me wisely forever
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grace
Forever grace
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
A poem for the hurting
Why are you feeling down?
Can you express your true self?
Would you feel better if you killed me?
Perhaps if you hurt a small animal?
Better not to sin for fun though.
God tends to frown on these things.
It's bad for your emotional stabilizer too.
Adriane. You are a weird and funny friend.
Here, I'll write you a poem:
Life is short
If time is right
Life with hope
Is life with light
Life is good
When life IS good
But life without life
Is no life at all
Because who needs a
life that sucks butt?
So smile - Jesus cares.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Can you express your true self?
Would you feel better if you killed me?
Perhaps if you hurt a small animal?
Better not to sin for fun though.
God tends to frown on these things.
It's bad for your emotional stabilizer too.
Adriane. You are a weird and funny friend.
Here, I'll write you a poem:
Life is short
If time is right
Life with hope
Is life with light
Life is good
When life IS good
But life without life
Is no life at all
Because who needs a
life that sucks butt?
So smile - Jesus cares.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Live
I always seem
To not believe
The world wide truth
Of awesome realms
Of Gods own love
Nobody cares
No one can see
Why do we shirk
Our destiny
My heart is Gods
The red wind blows
Between the lines
My Spirit flows
Upon my cries
And I know God
Can rescue me
I'm still just scared
Of what will
happen...
To my life
Is this right
Hear my cry
Let me just die
Here lie my dreams
And now my face
Why can't these crimes
Just be erased
Unzip my heart
And bridge my mind
Will you let me
Just live my life
Let me die
Let me be
Let me see
Let me live
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
To not believe
The world wide truth
Of awesome realms
Of Gods own love
Nobody cares
No one can see
Why do we shirk
Our destiny
My heart is Gods
The red wind blows
Between the lines
My Spirit flows
Upon my cries
And I know God
Can rescue me
I'm still just scared
Of what will
happen...
To my life
Is this right
Hear my cry
Let me just die
Here lie my dreams
And now my face
Why can't these crimes
Just be erased
Unzip my heart
And bridge my mind
Will you let me
Just live my life
Let me die
Let me be
Let me see
Let me live
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Mind set yet
Tenacity, or maybe audacity
perforates this earthly suit
I strive whole-heartedly towards
a Christ-like mind set yet
Why do I strive except
for my own selfish desire
And why do I desire it
To be the best "me" possible
But Jesus doesn't want "ME"
He just WANTS...
And it is an infidel,
Who tries to outguess God.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
perforates this earthly suit
I strive whole-heartedly towards
a Christ-like mind set yet
Why do I strive except
for my own selfish desire
And why do I desire it
To be the best "me" possible
But Jesus doesn't want "ME"
He just WANTS...
And it is an infidel,
Who tries to outguess God.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
After the bomb
The year is unknown. It is still our Planet in the general sense as we know it. No one really knows what happened to Terra Fima. We never achieved global harmony, the one world government was a failure, and in short... Things have changed. There are more than twelve billion people on the planet, and perhaps 68% of them are under the age of 30. The Nile Flu, H.I.V., Hanta, Crimson Death, and the latest Myra Virus have swept the Earth with ravaging destruction. The world is a world of growth and turmoil. After the third world war and the threat of a fourth, Nuclear power became almost obsolete. People had begun a world-conscious effort to live on a now toxic planet.
California had for the most part sunk into the sea at the end of the Twenty Second Century. The Hudson Bay had joined with Lake Superior. Most of the Islands of the Philippines and Indonesia have disappeared. Large desserts like the Sudan, The Mohave and most of Australia have become forests and grasslands. In contrast, most of the Jungles of South America, Asia and Africa were turned into charred remains of the greenery that it once was.
After World War III, There was not much left to tell of the history of our life. The only history is new history it seems... But it seems that knowledge was not lost. Many of the observations during this time were taken by a small newspaper in the small town of what was once Byrd, Kansas. Now that sight is the home of the New ARC Government... one of the largest Military governments known to the New Americas.
New technologies rose overnight. New companies rose and fell with the power of the stock market gone... Governments disintegrated into corporations and the odd militia... Regulations for medical experimentation, gun control, slavery, and the court system were virtually non-existent. Computers rose again. They were smaller. Faster. Cheaper. They were everywhere. Money became the TiXCard... A system that held Medical, Financial, Personal, and Criminal information on each and every person. Weaponry and Machines of war almost disappeared from public view... it seemed to be almost inaccessible to the normal person. Data was a more capable weapon to the public. Yet firepower was used. The police, gangs, and all employed by both the Militia and Corporations. Between these it was war and blood shed. It is an odd future. But it is ours.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
California had for the most part sunk into the sea at the end of the Twenty Second Century. The Hudson Bay had joined with Lake Superior. Most of the Islands of the Philippines and Indonesia have disappeared. Large desserts like the Sudan, The Mohave and most of Australia have become forests and grasslands. In contrast, most of the Jungles of South America, Asia and Africa were turned into charred remains of the greenery that it once was.
After World War III, There was not much left to tell of the history of our life. The only history is new history it seems... But it seems that knowledge was not lost. Many of the observations during this time were taken by a small newspaper in the small town of what was once Byrd, Kansas. Now that sight is the home of the New ARC Government... one of the largest Military governments known to the New Americas.
New technologies rose overnight. New companies rose and fell with the power of the stock market gone... Governments disintegrated into corporations and the odd militia... Regulations for medical experimentation, gun control, slavery, and the court system were virtually non-existent. Computers rose again. They were smaller. Faster. Cheaper. They were everywhere. Money became the TiXCard... A system that held Medical, Financial, Personal, and Criminal information on each and every person. Weaponry and Machines of war almost disappeared from public view... it seemed to be almost inaccessible to the normal person. Data was a more capable weapon to the public. Yet firepower was used. The police, gangs, and all employed by both the Militia and Corporations. Between these it was war and blood shed. It is an odd future. But it is ours.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Scatter/Hare Brain
A functionless Society serves no eternal good other than its own end. Unexcited and disturbing was my heart ripped open and thrown into the fire. Salty lips are paradox when whispered in a velvet box. All of these indescrepancies should be thrown out of the way. Everybody touch my soul, there's no place else to go. There are crazy people who desire to make you do strange things. These are unwanted and uninvited things. These are the people who suck. I cannot contain life, it contains me. Forgiveness is sudden desperation, turned inside out.
Dedicated to Joshy
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Dedicated to Joshy
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
One and three
Save myself from dying
Heal my love from crying
Take my heart my Jesus
How can I help my bleeding
It's winter time and I realize
My dreams have become atrophied
Your spotlight on my life diminishes
Create in me a clean heart
I fall away I don't like it
I burn my soul, deny me pride
My soul is renewed in your hope
Please heal this iconoclast
Take my broken wings
Heal my soul from dying
How is life so empty?
When does time stand still?
The last odd day was
11-19-1999
and it won't happen again until
1-1-3111
and since that's so far away...
it doesn't help me now.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Heal my love from crying
Take my heart my Jesus
How can I help my bleeding
It's winter time and I realize
My dreams have become atrophied
Your spotlight on my life diminishes
Create in me a clean heart
I fall away I don't like it
I burn my soul, deny me pride
My soul is renewed in your hope
Please heal this iconoclast
Take my broken wings
Heal my soul from dying
How is life so empty?
When does time stand still?
The last odd day was
11-19-1999
and it won't happen again until
1-1-3111
and since that's so far away...
it doesn't help me now.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Duece Tri Ott
Many Moons smile and glow
Day after day they come
Nights then they go
They favor no one
They smile their white face
They illuminate the dark
They rise different
But the same
A new face every month
Day after day
slivered or full
or waxing or new
waning to reach out
and touch my soul
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Day after day they come
Nights then they go
They favor no one
They smile their white face
They illuminate the dark
They rise different
But the same
A new face every month
Day after day
slivered or full
or waxing or new
waning to reach out
and touch my soul
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
The Drop
Drops of life
continue
down
in your
soul
and you open
your heart
and let
Christ
become
your reality
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
continue
down
in your
soul
and you open
your heart
and let
Christ
become
your reality
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Couch Potato and Tranquillity act
Life pilots my direction. Pinpoints my way.
Life qualifies position. Determines the day.
"Are we going home now?" he asked.
"no", she said, "we're going to grandma's".
Quintuplets of faith (estimates of the salvation experience)
The appraisal of true happiness (an assurance adjuster)
The lamp shown bright, and shown on true.
As it was turned on, it dispelled the darkness.
...and she rode the wild stallion
...and she conquered the savage
...and she returned the victor
...and she yearned for acclimation
Hilarious Hispanics came by
they wanted pie
I gave them apple
they waved goodbye
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Life qualifies position. Determines the day.
"Are we going home now?" he asked.
"no", she said, "we're going to grandma's".
Quintuplets of faith (estimates of the salvation experience)
The appraisal of true happiness (an assurance adjuster)
The lamp shown bright, and shown on true.
As it was turned on, it dispelled the darkness.
...and she rode the wild stallion
...and she conquered the savage
...and she returned the victor
...and she yearned for acclimation
Hilarious Hispanics came by
they wanted pie
I gave them apple
they waved goodbye
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Despise
I despise evil that hurts
I despise victims that whine
I despise demonic torture
I despise myself despising
I want it to last, when I rejoice
It want it to be special
I wish my sore spirit would heal
I wish I could fly unhindered
Destination: Detox
Cleansing: Soulspire
Reflux: Determination
Redemption: Possible
I despise not flying
I despise not infesting
I despise not requesting
I despise myself despising
I need the redemption
I crave Gods touch
I return, the faithless warrior
I besmirch nothing in love
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
I despise victims that whine
I despise demonic torture
I despise myself despising
I want it to last, when I rejoice
It want it to be special
I wish my sore spirit would heal
I wish I could fly unhindered
Destination: Detox
Cleansing: Soulspire
Reflux: Determination
Redemption: Possible
I despise not flying
I despise not infesting
I despise not requesting
I despise myself despising
I need the redemption
I crave Gods touch
I return, the faithless warrior
I besmirch nothing in love
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Janet Reno and Jesus
Janet Reno and Jesus
So I thought about the end of the world...
About the ATF killing children in Waco.
And all I could come up with was fate.
Fate is a diseased poison. A rebel idealism.
FEMA and the Clinton Administration...
Where can we go right? Hmmm...
I have no idea of the outcome of us.
The USA and the permanent state of confusion.
I forgot about the tip for the waiter...
Who's land is used? Who's waters abused?
I never thought I would write the term down:
Y2K
This is my first time.
I don't like it.
It disturbs me.
It is wrong to focus...
On something
other than
Christ.
Copyright 1999 by pauly hart
So I thought about the end of the world...
About the ATF killing children in Waco.
And all I could come up with was fate.
Fate is a diseased poison. A rebel idealism.
FEMA and the Clinton Administration...
Where can we go right? Hmmm...
I have no idea of the outcome of us.
The USA and the permanent state of confusion.
I forgot about the tip for the waiter...
Who's land is used? Who's waters abused?
I never thought I would write the term down:
Y2K
This is my first time.
I don't like it.
It disturbs me.
It is wrong to focus...
On something
other than
Christ.
Copyright 1999 by pauly hart
Flavor
My Vanilla
Drips
Forming White
Smudges
Plop It
Goes
And I
Grimace
But Also
Think
My Patience
Runs
Down My
Hand
But I
Wish
That I
Had
A Special
Flavor
For My
Shoes
To Go
With
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Drips
Forming White
Smudges
Plop It
Goes
And I
Grimace
But Also
Think
My Patience
Runs
Down My
Hand
But I
Wish
That I
Had
A Special
Flavor
For My
Shoes
To Go
With
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Pervert just like me
The pale soul continues in lust
A hard heart denies Gods Agape
The troubled one drools over women
The shallow spirit of the oppressed
Breaking the tenth commandment
Following up with breaking the seventh
And you end up in pain, denying God
As you mess in your pants daily
Spend every last minute of every last day
Feeling smutty with no need of Church
Your church is found in the whores promises
And you get yourself together to sin
The bookstores hold only one thing for you
And that is mental waste
You lie to yourself saying:
"I need the release."
"Pornea" is a greek word
That has become your salvation
It is only a sinners substitute
For God
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
A hard heart denies Gods Agape
The troubled one drools over women
The shallow spirit of the oppressed
Breaking the tenth commandment
Following up with breaking the seventh
And you end up in pain, denying God
As you mess in your pants daily
Spend every last minute of every last day
Feeling smutty with no need of Church
Your church is found in the whores promises
And you get yourself together to sin
The bookstores hold only one thing for you
And that is mental waste
You lie to yourself saying:
"I need the release."
"Pornea" is a greek word
That has become your salvation
It is only a sinners substitute
For God
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Why my soul does not fly with the rest
Why my soul does not fly
Is not a question of faith
It's the shivers I get
When I falter and fall
Why my heart bitter dreams
Of a Loneliness grasped
Draping over my eyes
Like a thick flag of fear
In my dreams I consume
All my heartaches, my shame
While walking to tears
That wet my pillow
Why my soul does not fly
I can easily see
I was betrayed by the girl
Who comes only now in sleep
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Is not a question of faith
It's the shivers I get
When I falter and fall
Why my heart bitter dreams
Of a Loneliness grasped
Draping over my eyes
Like a thick flag of fear
In my dreams I consume
All my heartaches, my shame
While walking to tears
That wet my pillow
Why my soul does not fly
I can easily see
I was betrayed by the girl
Who comes only now in sleep
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Unto
(A Psalm)
Jesus Christ, Savior Messiah.
You are my everlasting friend.
Be with me now both here and forever.
Be with me unto life's bitter end.
I know that you never will give up on me.
I know that you never will forsake.
Give me the strength to know your love.
Help me for the gospels sake.
Your Word stands strong above the hills.
The mountains shout eternally.
Everlasting heart felt kinship.
The joy this prisoner saw in thee.
I shout your song above the earth.
I sing your song beneath the sea.
Heaven and Earth shall now bear witness.
I in You and You in Me.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Jesus Christ, Savior Messiah.
You are my everlasting friend.
Be with me now both here and forever.
Be with me unto life's bitter end.
I know that you never will give up on me.
I know that you never will forsake.
Give me the strength to know your love.
Help me for the gospels sake.
Your Word stands strong above the hills.
The mountains shout eternally.
Everlasting heart felt kinship.
The joy this prisoner saw in thee.
I shout your song above the earth.
I sing your song beneath the sea.
Heaven and Earth shall now bear witness.
I in You and You in Me.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Yeah, right.
The greatest miracle that this world ever saw was not when Jesus came to the earth as a human. No, the greatest miracle as well as the greatest act of faith began when Christ was killed and died. For it was at this miracle beginning time that several things happened at once.
First of all, Christ, or, God-made-flesh, had died. A seemingly unexpected and unprepared-for act of the greatest importance. It is debated whether God-made-flesh descended into Hell and wrestled with Lucifer for the Keys to Death and the grave, or whether he went to Abraham bosom, and showed himself to them, giving the first rapture. He could have died Spiritually. No one but God knows for sure.
Second of all, The Father, or Jehovah, had rejected a part of himself. Because Christ had taken all sin, sickness, disease, and poverty upon himself at the cross, Father could no longer look upon him. He turned his back and allowed his favor to lift. Hence, causing the greatest separation since the first, in the garden.
Thirdly, The Spirit, or the Comforter, left the ark of the Covenant. For centuries, since the time of Moses, He had dwelled in this Ark. Inside of tabernacles, and several different temples, He had resided with His people. But now, with the curtain tore in two, He apparently turned His back on Christ as well.
Fourthly, all of Hades, Hell, Sheol, Abbadon, Gehena, Tardes, Death, and the Grave rejoiced. Not to mention the Fallen Angels, Principalities, Powers, Rulers, Nephilim, Demons, Devils, Foul Spirits, The Strongman, Beelzebub, and especially the Great Deceiver himself; had one Hell of a party.
But I really think that the greatest thing, the single act of sheer obedience to bring the world to attention was the fact that Christ trusted The Father to bring Him back from the dead. He preached and healed in faith, He lived in faith, He was taken before court in faith, He was beaten in faith, and He was ripped and shredded in faith. Faith that the Father would be true to His word. Faith that the joy set before Him would become a reality. Think about it. Without that one holy act of faith, Christ may never have died. He had the power not to didn't He? He might still be alive today. But He had to. But without that act of total obedience, and without the sovereign act of the Father, Jesus might still be in Hell today.
Yeah right, like that could ever happen.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
First of all, Christ, or, God-made-flesh, had died. A seemingly unexpected and unprepared-for act of the greatest importance. It is debated whether God-made-flesh descended into Hell and wrestled with Lucifer for the Keys to Death and the grave, or whether he went to Abraham bosom, and showed himself to them, giving the first rapture. He could have died Spiritually. No one but God knows for sure.
Second of all, The Father, or Jehovah, had rejected a part of himself. Because Christ had taken all sin, sickness, disease, and poverty upon himself at the cross, Father could no longer look upon him. He turned his back and allowed his favor to lift. Hence, causing the greatest separation since the first, in the garden.
Thirdly, The Spirit, or the Comforter, left the ark of the Covenant. For centuries, since the time of Moses, He had dwelled in this Ark. Inside of tabernacles, and several different temples, He had resided with His people. But now, with the curtain tore in two, He apparently turned His back on Christ as well.
Fourthly, all of Hades, Hell, Sheol, Abbadon, Gehena, Tardes, Death, and the Grave rejoiced. Not to mention the Fallen Angels, Principalities, Powers, Rulers, Nephilim, Demons, Devils, Foul Spirits, The Strongman, Beelzebub, and especially the Great Deceiver himself; had one Hell of a party.
But I really think that the greatest thing, the single act of sheer obedience to bring the world to attention was the fact that Christ trusted The Father to bring Him back from the dead. He preached and healed in faith, He lived in faith, He was taken before court in faith, He was beaten in faith, and He was ripped and shredded in faith. Faith that the Father would be true to His word. Faith that the joy set before Him would become a reality. Think about it. Without that one holy act of faith, Christ may never have died. He had the power not to didn't He? He might still be alive today. But He had to. But without that act of total obedience, and without the sovereign act of the Father, Jesus might still be in Hell today.
Yeah right, like that could ever happen.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
This small life
Lands we will reach as we sail away but I don't want to let this life pass by. But how can we go anywhere when we don't have the courage to leave our homes? There was a bundle of blue yarn sitting on the desk next to me as i thought. Will my life amount to a hill of beans, or will I suffer in ignorance like the rest? My cute black puppy knows its purpose in its small miserable life, why don't I? People riding the busses, people working hard, driving the busses for them. Destinations posted on the front of the bus illuminating the marquee. I will season my thoughts over my heart and season it like some dry jerky. For it is been drained like from some sick hemomaniac. Heart sucked dry. We hold on to the most insane of ideas. We try too hard. We struggle. Like unto a mudskipper who believes it is his time to evolve are we. It won't be easy, it might be tricky, but we can't give up, we won't give up. This small life we partake of... Can the Madams or Psychic Friends help us? They can not evolve us... Who can add height or depth to himself by worrying? This small life we dream of is lost on the chords of some celestial guitarist. Does anyone know who we really are, or where this ghost train is taking us? The fog that we travel through, on our way to oblivion, Mother Mary help us. We struggle and strive and dream and sweat and eventually have our hearts sucked. Like as unto by some craven necrophiliac, as we lie in our tombs, we are abused. This small life is surrounded by darkness, except for that one small shaft of light. The light of Christ. The promise of the Jews and the hope of the Gentiles is He.
My shaft of light. My hope. My way. All the way my Savior will guide and help me through my small, so small life. And He will lead me to the bus station of my destiny.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
My shaft of light. My hope. My way. All the way my Savior will guide and help me through my small, so small life. And He will lead me to the bus station of my destiny.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
For ye are
Shakers.
Shaken forth by the Lord of minerals.
Salt spewn into the world recklessly.
Purposefully and thoughtfully thrown.
Some of us fell on good ground.
Some not.
Tenderizing hard hearts, preserving morality, melting, and dissolving.
One out of six we are.
One billion people strong.
Why have we not done our part, we granules?
Shall we be as those worthless?
Shall we be cast away into the fire?
What shall happen to us if we lose our flavor?
When flavor goes, value goes.
Why, oh why do we still stay in the sea where it is safe?
Who are we hiding from?
Why are we hiding?
Are we in fear of those land-locked artesian poisons?
Or from the bottling companies who ship them world wide?
Do you realize that they actually sell that blasphemy?
As we are, we only affect the shores and coastlines.
We prefer our solitude, our own little conventions instead of going inland.
I fear it is not us who surround the seven islands, but it is they who surround us.
Shall we not go?
Have we forgotten our purpose in life?
Why have we lost our devotion to our first and our only true love?
For the Spirit hovered over us in the beginning,
and He hovers over us still today.
For we are the salt of the earth.
We are, and no one else.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Shaken forth by the Lord of minerals.
Salt spewn into the world recklessly.
Purposefully and thoughtfully thrown.
Some of us fell on good ground.
Some not.
Tenderizing hard hearts, preserving morality, melting, and dissolving.
One out of six we are.
One billion people strong.
Why have we not done our part, we granules?
Shall we be as those worthless?
Shall we be cast away into the fire?
What shall happen to us if we lose our flavor?
When flavor goes, value goes.
Why, oh why do we still stay in the sea where it is safe?
Who are we hiding from?
Why are we hiding?
Are we in fear of those land-locked artesian poisons?
Or from the bottling companies who ship them world wide?
Do you realize that they actually sell that blasphemy?
As we are, we only affect the shores and coastlines.
We prefer our solitude, our own little conventions instead of going inland.
I fear it is not us who surround the seven islands, but it is they who surround us.
Shall we not go?
Have we forgotten our purpose in life?
Why have we lost our devotion to our first and our only true love?
For the Spirit hovered over us in the beginning,
and He hovers over us still today.
For we are the salt of the earth.
We are, and no one else.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Vanguard
Forward. Toward. Closer to the war I am spurred.
Like a horse charging into war. A war with myself.
I run to the enemy. Evil, vile, and demiseful. How
I loath his very existence. His death is my wish.
Even now I wish for the sword of vengeance upon
him. To banish him forever into the wracking pit of
despair. I feel my blood pulsing, coursing, racing
through my veins. I feel strength. Unnatural.
Supernatural. And it surges. I am His strength.
How I long to crush the enemy. To inflict upon him
the debt due. Sword, Lance, Axe, Mace, Javelin,
Spear or like. I swing into the melee with all that I
am. The Lord of Banners is who I fight for. I am
like a sword, and I am unsheathed upon the
darkness by His stout and surely arm. I am His
weapon, and He is my victory. The enemy shall
not prevail. He shall come down. The Lord has
given me the power to crush the dragons head.
And I intend to use that power. Like a rod. Like a
sword. The wicked shall be matched. And they
shall come down willingly, or by my mighty Hand.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Like a horse charging into war. A war with myself.
I run to the enemy. Evil, vile, and demiseful. How
I loath his very existence. His death is my wish.
Even now I wish for the sword of vengeance upon
him. To banish him forever into the wracking pit of
despair. I feel my blood pulsing, coursing, racing
through my veins. I feel strength. Unnatural.
Supernatural. And it surges. I am His strength.
How I long to crush the enemy. To inflict upon him
the debt due. Sword, Lance, Axe, Mace, Javelin,
Spear or like. I swing into the melee with all that I
am. The Lord of Banners is who I fight for. I am
like a sword, and I am unsheathed upon the
darkness by His stout and surely arm. I am His
weapon, and He is my victory. The enemy shall
not prevail. He shall come down. The Lord has
given me the power to crush the dragons head.
And I intend to use that power. Like a rod. Like a
sword. The wicked shall be matched. And they
shall come down willingly, or by my mighty Hand.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
That's all I have to say!
First of all as I stand before you today I would
I like to say that to live the life of ultimate freedom
One must first of all never expect to be free
To live the life of ultimate liberty
One must never expect to live their life
To live the life of ultimate prosperity
One must never expect to be rich
To live the life of ultimate success
One must never expect to achieve
For when the goal supersedes the means
The goal becomes utterly worthless
Or when we lose our peace
Nothing is worthwhile at any time
For Christianity and morality often conflict
Nature and spirituality are not are not synonymous
There is never a parallel between greed and freedom
The supreme difference between the Kingdom of God
Being at hand and being in holistic accord
with the Universal "Consciousness" is that
One has to deal with an inner decision based on love
And one deals with the progression of
A perverse sense of self-importance
I'm not sure that we can find a heaven
Here on earth but I'm quite sure that
We need not have a Hell here either
And the only reason that we're still here
on the earth is to tell others about Him
and to learn how to worship Him because
Will we ever lead someone to Christ in Heaven?
I don't think so.
And that's all I have to say.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
I like to say that to live the life of ultimate freedom
One must first of all never expect to be free
To live the life of ultimate liberty
One must never expect to live their life
To live the life of ultimate prosperity
One must never expect to be rich
To live the life of ultimate success
One must never expect to achieve
For when the goal supersedes the means
The goal becomes utterly worthless
Or when we lose our peace
Nothing is worthwhile at any time
For Christianity and morality often conflict
Nature and spirituality are not are not synonymous
There is never a parallel between greed and freedom
The supreme difference between the Kingdom of God
Being at hand and being in holistic accord
with the Universal "Consciousness" is that
One has to deal with an inner decision based on love
And one deals with the progression of
A perverse sense of self-importance
I'm not sure that we can find a heaven
Here on earth but I'm quite sure that
We need not have a Hell here either
And the only reason that we're still here
on the earth is to tell others about Him
and to learn how to worship Him because
Will we ever lead someone to Christ in Heaven?
I don't think so.
And that's all I have to say.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Spirit God
Sing Hallelujah to the King of Kings...
Hallelujah to the lamb,
Sing Hallelujah to the Lord of Lords...
Who is the great "I Am",
Lord Jehovah reigns in majesty...
we will bow before his throne,
We will worship him in righteousness...
we will worship him alone,
Holy Comforter and Spirit God...
You are powerful and true,
Great in wisdom and in mighty deed...
gracious thanks we give to you,
Thank you Father, Son, and Holy Ghost...
thank you God of all that is,
You created each and everything...
All creation sings "You live".
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Hallelujah to the lamb,
Sing Hallelujah to the Lord of Lords...
Who is the great "I Am",
Lord Jehovah reigns in majesty...
we will bow before his throne,
We will worship him in righteousness...
we will worship him alone,
Holy Comforter and Spirit God...
You are powerful and true,
Great in wisdom and in mighty deed...
gracious thanks we give to you,
Thank you Father, Son, and Holy Ghost...
thank you God of all that is,
You created each and everything...
All creation sings "You live".
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Salvation
So you want to go to heaven? I think everyone dreams about leaving this life with all the struggles and pain and uncertainties, to spend the rest of eternity in total bliss. We all dream of hanging out on little fluffy clouds playing harps all day, right? How can you be totally sure that you'll go? Well, let me start by saying that there is only one way to get there and simply being good just doesn't cut it.
Humans strive for fulfillment in their lives through a variety of ways. people think - If I only had more money or, if I were only more educated. I'll be a better person if I go to church more or if I do more good things for people and the world. Although these things are all fairly important in this life, none of these things will earn you a ticket past the pearly gates. Actually, nothing you do can get you into heaven. Does that surprise you? The Bible says in Matthew 19:26 that it is completely impossible for man to save himself (essentially meaning get into heaven), but with God all things are possible. God wants us to trust him, and he wants us all to spend eternity with him, but he doesn't want to force us to make that decision. He created us all with the freewill to choose for ourselves and unfortunately a lot of people choose to turn their backs on God; they want to do it their way. Look, No one is perfect; we were created that way. Everyone makes mistakes and God isn't out to exterminate us all when we do. God forgives mistakes and wants to help us become what we were meant to be. God loves you dearly like a mother loves a child, in fact, if we accept him, He calls us his kids.
The Bible says that the only way to become God's kids and get into heaven is through Jesus. John 14:6 says that he is the way and the truth and the life, and that no one can reach God except through him. Jesus is God's son but, he came to earth to live with people and experience the pain and struggles of everyday life. Jesus was human but at the same time he was completely perfect. He went around healing the sick and teaching us about God. He did many miracles including exorcisms and bringing people back from the dead. Jesus was crucified when he was 33 years old and died a horrible death even though he never did anything wrong. the important thing is that after he had been dead three days, God brought him back to life.
Christ died so that the world could have a chance to know God and be brought closer to him, but we must individually receive him as our Savior and Lord. there is nothing to pay. It's like you're holding the most valuable gift certificate you've ever had. Now its your choice - Will you accept the gift? We must choose to believe that Jesus can save us and give us eternal life. Jesus loves you and will accept you no matter what kind of person you are (we're all human, right?), but He also expects you to change and turn from the wrong things you do. trust in Jesus always. He will always be with you, helping you to change and to live your new life. Be prepared to begin living your life for God instead of the self-centered life that the world teaches. This could prove to be a real adventure.
So, you can trust God to teach you, protect you and provide for your needs, and He will call you his own child. you will find that you have a new purpose for living as you begin to discover God's plan for your life. You are promised an eternal future with him in heaven, and the word "love" will take on a new meaning. You have new responsibilities now. God expects you to follow Him, obey Him, serve Him, read your Bible and pray to Him. Above all, he expects you to love Him and trust Him.
OK! Now you are ready for heaven! Oh, and by the way, I don't really think that we sit around playing harps all day, I'm sure that it will be much... much more than that.
Written by Michele Hart
Used with permission
Humans strive for fulfillment in their lives through a variety of ways. people think - If I only had more money or, if I were only more educated. I'll be a better person if I go to church more or if I do more good things for people and the world. Although these things are all fairly important in this life, none of these things will earn you a ticket past the pearly gates. Actually, nothing you do can get you into heaven. Does that surprise you? The Bible says in Matthew 19:26 that it is completely impossible for man to save himself (essentially meaning get into heaven), but with God all things are possible. God wants us to trust him, and he wants us all to spend eternity with him, but he doesn't want to force us to make that decision. He created us all with the freewill to choose for ourselves and unfortunately a lot of people choose to turn their backs on God; they want to do it their way. Look, No one is perfect; we were created that way. Everyone makes mistakes and God isn't out to exterminate us all when we do. God forgives mistakes and wants to help us become what we were meant to be. God loves you dearly like a mother loves a child, in fact, if we accept him, He calls us his kids.
The Bible says that the only way to become God's kids and get into heaven is through Jesus. John 14:6 says that he is the way and the truth and the life, and that no one can reach God except through him. Jesus is God's son but, he came to earth to live with people and experience the pain and struggles of everyday life. Jesus was human but at the same time he was completely perfect. He went around healing the sick and teaching us about God. He did many miracles including exorcisms and bringing people back from the dead. Jesus was crucified when he was 33 years old and died a horrible death even though he never did anything wrong. the important thing is that after he had been dead three days, God brought him back to life.
Christ died so that the world could have a chance to know God and be brought closer to him, but we must individually receive him as our Savior and Lord. there is nothing to pay. It's like you're holding the most valuable gift certificate you've ever had. Now its your choice - Will you accept the gift? We must choose to believe that Jesus can save us and give us eternal life. Jesus loves you and will accept you no matter what kind of person you are (we're all human, right?), but He also expects you to change and turn from the wrong things you do. trust in Jesus always. He will always be with you, helping you to change and to live your new life. Be prepared to begin living your life for God instead of the self-centered life that the world teaches. This could prove to be a real adventure.
So, you can trust God to teach you, protect you and provide for your needs, and He will call you his own child. you will find that you have a new purpose for living as you begin to discover God's plan for your life. You are promised an eternal future with him in heaven, and the word "love" will take on a new meaning. You have new responsibilities now. God expects you to follow Him, obey Him, serve Him, read your Bible and pray to Him. Above all, he expects you to love Him and trust Him.
OK! Now you are ready for heaven! Oh, and by the way, I don't really think that we sit around playing harps all day, I'm sure that it will be much... much more than that.
Written by Michele Hart
Used with permission
Never resist thanking God
Never any sadness
Never any pain
Never any sorrow
Since you stopped the rain.
The rain filled my lonely days
And chilled my haunted nights
Then you came and changed that
Then you lifted me to new heights.
Tip tapping on my window pane
Sweet rain engulfs my soul
You were there to save the day
And turn my half to whole.
Drowning out the sorrows
That darkened my days
Somehow though you rescued me
From all it's evil ways.
You delivered me from darkness
showing a softer path
I saw within you a gentleness
And a desire like wrath.
So I'll cherish you always
and give praise where due
I'll thank God everyday
for leading me to you.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Never any pain
Never any sorrow
Since you stopped the rain.
The rain filled my lonely days
And chilled my haunted nights
Then you came and changed that
Then you lifted me to new heights.
Tip tapping on my window pane
Sweet rain engulfs my soul
You were there to save the day
And turn my half to whole.
Drowning out the sorrows
That darkened my days
Somehow though you rescued me
From all it's evil ways.
You delivered me from darkness
showing a softer path
I saw within you a gentleness
And a desire like wrath.
So I'll cherish you always
and give praise where due
I'll thank God everyday
for leading me to you.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Near You / Traveled
How far before we have flown together
How far again we shall meet then never
For time is as time does and so it shall be
And time thinks as time was we let it then be
And I would fly anywhere
And I would do anything
To be close to you
Lightning crashes all around
Deep goes the sound
Thunder and clouds do roll
And so it shall be
And I would cry anytime
To be close to you
And I would see anything
And I would sing anything
And I would feel anything
To be near you
To be with you
I would die
Well how far have you traveled
How far have you come
From where have you journeyed
And where will you go
I think that I'm wearied
I think that I'm slow
I'm feeling do depressed
I really don't know
Lightning rolls all around
Deep rolls the sound
Thunder booms and clouds come down
wishing me to come and drown
Belief and sorrow
Destruction and trust
Our sorrow and anger
Rely, cry, fall and rust
I think that I'm happy
I think that I'm fine
When will I see
He died for me
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
How far again we shall meet then never
For time is as time does and so it shall be
And time thinks as time was we let it then be
And I would fly anywhere
And I would do anything
To be close to you
Lightning crashes all around
Deep goes the sound
Thunder and clouds do roll
And so it shall be
And I would cry anytime
To be close to you
And I would see anything
And I would sing anything
And I would feel anything
To be near you
To be with you
I would die
Well how far have you traveled
How far have you come
From where have you journeyed
And where will you go
I think that I'm wearied
I think that I'm slow
I'm feeling do depressed
I really don't know
Lightning rolls all around
Deep rolls the sound
Thunder booms and clouds come down
wishing me to come and drown
Belief and sorrow
Destruction and trust
Our sorrow and anger
Rely, cry, fall and rust
I think that I'm happy
I think that I'm fine
When will I see
He died for me
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
I will not!
I will not be the blessed of God if I don't follow the known will of God. I must and should be consecrated. I must take that awful and dreadful sword of the Lord and cut away everything that doesn't pertain to His will. I have to realize that I can miss Gods will by missing His timing. God! If I cannot have your will then take my life! Lord, if I don't get Your will and I get to Heaven and You tell me I didn't do Your will... I'll tell You that it's your fault; because THIS DAY I give you full permission to rebuke me, chastise me, correct me, and anytime you feel like it... you can tell me when I'm wrong.
And I'll obey.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
And I'll obey.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
His call is His will
Jesus is calling. Will you answer him? He has everything you need. He has everything you can really want. He loves you. He would do anything for you to believe in him, and he did. He put his life in the hands of the Roman hierarchy of two millennium ago. They nailed him to a cross. No mistake. He planned it. In that day a most horrific thing happened. All sin, all sickness and dying, all death and separation was nailed to him, even as He was to the cross.
Concerning death and the grave, it was the God-Son, the Joshua God-Emanuel-Christ being who snatched them out of the deceives claws. He absorbed death for your life. He wants your freedom. He wants it. He doesn't want your freedom for yourself, He wants your freedom from yourself and your freedom for Himself. He wants your life. He wants to give you eternal life in exchange for a measly hundred years or so on this earth. He will give you purity in exchange for your wretched, murky, diseased soul. He loves you. He wants both his presence and his power to rest in and on you, and inside of you.
His call is his will.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Concerning death and the grave, it was the God-Son, the Joshua God-Emanuel-Christ being who snatched them out of the deceives claws. He absorbed death for your life. He wants your freedom. He wants it. He doesn't want your freedom for yourself, He wants your freedom from yourself and your freedom for Himself. He wants your life. He wants to give you eternal life in exchange for a measly hundred years or so on this earth. He will give you purity in exchange for your wretched, murky, diseased soul. He loves you. He wants both his presence and his power to rest in and on you, and inside of you.
His call is his will.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Captivity freed in death
How it fully seems to be the beginning of my life. I see and hear and smell and taste all there is despite... my captivity, which now seems like a welcome thing compared to the death I must face before I am freed. "I'm Human!" I scream! But it's just a blur, a kick in yearning. They won't listen, they are deafened with reason, lies, hate. They don't see me for who I am. They don't and they won't. But, I still love them. I don't love them for what they do, but rather, for who they are. I just don't understand? Why can't I be free like they are? I'm innocent! I've never faced a jury for my alleged crimes! Crimes? The only crime I've committed is my existence! I'm not a criminal, I'm an offering. A ritual sacrifice in the name of convenience and in the name of free choice. You see, I may be young, but I've got choice too! But no one can hear me. I am powerless in this struggle. Because if my mother chooses death for me, I can't refuse. I love her. Who am I to say that she's wrong? I only wish she loved me too. I'm a part of her! But she's much wiser than I.
But oh, how I covet the life of the free! They say that life is a fragrance, smelt and then gone. No one has smelled me. I should be a flower. But I'm a forgotten weed. Someone nobody wants to think about. Why God? Why? I know you love me! Don't you? Oh please don't turn your back on me too! I know that no one really hates me... Thy are just confused, mixed up. Things may not be well with me, but they can always get better with them! Where's my daddy? I wish I could see his face... I want to thank him for this small glimpse of life he has given me. I love him. I just don't understand... I guess I must have done something wrong. I've been bad. I'm sorry. I really am. I tried to be good, but I guess I wasn't. I love you.
Goodbye.
But oh, how I covet the life of the free! They say that life is a fragrance, smelt and then gone. No one has smelled me. I should be a flower. But I'm a forgotten weed. Someone nobody wants to think about. Why God? Why? I know you love me! Don't you? Oh please don't turn your back on me too! I know that no one really hates me... Thy are just confused, mixed up. Things may not be well with me, but they can always get better with them! Where's my daddy? I wish I could see his face... I want to thank him for this small glimpse of life he has given me. I love him. I just don't understand... I guess I must have done something wrong. I've been bad. I'm sorry. I really am. I tried to be good, but I guess I wasn't. I love you.
Goodbye.
An uphill climb in a downhill world
Sometimes life is so haphazard, so disruptive, so annoying and it seems like everything is passing by so quickly, and so furiously, that we forget what we are living for. It seems that all the beauty is lost in a sunset, or the fragrance of a flower is gone when we climb the ladder of life. Are we climbing too fast? Should we slow down? I say no. Who said life was a ladder anyhow? We are on the road of life, not the ladder. It is only through climbing the steep path that we can reach God. Not by trying to attain him as they did at the tower of Babel. Yes, I can see their pyramids of power, and their skyscrapers of success. But the story never changes. They are either traveling down the road, trying to build upwards by themselves, or they are wasting away at the side. I see very few who are going up with me. But I know I must go on. We must go on. we should travel together, you know. We should be able to trust in one another to be traveling companions. Can't we do that? Or, can we trust each other yet?
The road of life can be arduous, and seemingly meaningless at times, but we must know that God is on our side. Things go on around us everyday, and yet, we must be more than overcomers. We must rise above each occasion with the power of the triumphant one. Because greater is he that is in us than he that is in the world. Things happen to everyone. Both good and bad. Hey, it rains on the virtuous and the evil just the same. So why do we accept some of these things as from our Father? Don't get me wrong, I believe in Fire baptism, and I know that he chastises and rebukes those that he loves, but if I'm in a car wreak... I am not going to thank God (the giver of all good things) for it! I will not let those things happen to me! It is the thief that comes to kill steal and destroy, not the goodman of the house!
The only way that the thief can come in is if he first binds
up the strong man. And then that violent one will take it by force, and by all means necessary, if possible. So, loose God, and let him do something for you! He is the "Abba" the da-da of all creation. Shall not the Father give his children good things if we ask it of him? Or who among you would give your kid a rock if he asks for some food? I shall stand firm on my belief that God actually likes and loves me. For it is not just a strong opinion, it is a solid fact.
Let your life be fun. Life was not intended to be a living Hell. It was intended for us to have fellowship with the creator, and to dominate creation. I shall walk the path no matter what happens! For He is still on my side. And when life seems to be crashing down around me, then I can still know that Jesus paid for it all. My salvation from Hell, accidents, and stress. And he sent his precious Holy Spirit to display the fact of his love. As a person in love with him, I would just like to say that he is my all in all. He is the one who tickles my fancy as well as my funny bone. I like him and He likes me. And he is proud when I can stand firm in the face of adversity, and having done everything that I know to do, stand in confidence.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
The road of life can be arduous, and seemingly meaningless at times, but we must know that God is on our side. Things go on around us everyday, and yet, we must be more than overcomers. We must rise above each occasion with the power of the triumphant one. Because greater is he that is in us than he that is in the world. Things happen to everyone. Both good and bad. Hey, it rains on the virtuous and the evil just the same. So why do we accept some of these things as from our Father? Don't get me wrong, I believe in Fire baptism, and I know that he chastises and rebukes those that he loves, but if I'm in a car wreak... I am not going to thank God (the giver of all good things) for it! I will not let those things happen to me! It is the thief that comes to kill steal and destroy, not the goodman of the house!
The only way that the thief can come in is if he first binds
up the strong man. And then that violent one will take it by force, and by all means necessary, if possible. So, loose God, and let him do something for you! He is the "Abba" the da-da of all creation. Shall not the Father give his children good things if we ask it of him? Or who among you would give your kid a rock if he asks for some food? I shall stand firm on my belief that God actually likes and loves me. For it is not just a strong opinion, it is a solid fact.
Let your life be fun. Life was not intended to be a living Hell. It was intended for us to have fellowship with the creator, and to dominate creation. I shall walk the path no matter what happens! For He is still on my side. And when life seems to be crashing down around me, then I can still know that Jesus paid for it all. My salvation from Hell, accidents, and stress. And he sent his precious Holy Spirit to display the fact of his love. As a person in love with him, I would just like to say that he is my all in all. He is the one who tickles my fancy as well as my funny bone. I like him and He likes me. And he is proud when I can stand firm in the face of adversity, and having done everything that I know to do, stand in confidence.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
By your providence
By your providence, we are made holy. By your might, we are proved worthy. With your joy we contract your holiness. By your will we find ourselves as one with you. Keeping our conscience void of guilt, keeping our feelings free from hurt. With one voice we shout triumphantly throughout the land that you reign victoriously. Trembling at His word, realizing your quick sword, I show you my fear, respect and reverence, all that you justly deserve anyway. You desire due honor from all men, but you do not force yourselves upon us. I know I need never want anything, because you are my chief shepherd. My Father in Heaven knows what I need even before I ask. But when I do have want, I make my petitions made known unto the most high. Halleluyaweh! Is it not you that sit upon the throne? Who else would or could I turn to? Why do I ever turn to anyone else? I am a slothful sluggard lizard! I need to turn to the one who birthed me! How he loves me! Lord, I repent of my not trusting in you. Forgive me and turn me not to your left. Accept my broken heart daddy. Thanks.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Time within the unbroken strand of forever concept love.
(another rambling)
If we were really, really ready, ready; then all we would need to do is wait, watch, and pray until His return and when He comes to us. Then He would come and fill our hearts with such love and take us all away. If we were really ready, He would be ready too. All of the timings that are off will be reset by his spiritual chronometer. All of the trap doors in time would be shattered by the blows of His love. Immortality waits like a creature behind the door of salvation. Ready to engulf you once you make your decision. The keys that were still hot from the pits of hell and were jangling in his hand, but they seem now to hang on a forgotten hook in sub-basement five in Heavens locker rooms. Have we lost them? They are really doing nothing for us at this moment. Or is it that we need to possess them? I think that sounds selfish. Why not ask Him to release His mighty war host now? Oh, we're not ready yet. . . Time ticks away. I shouldn't judge my self importance on how ever many smiles I get in a day. Or should I? No, Jesus smiles on me and I love him like no other. He is my one true friend to the end. He is all the time I need and also all the love. I know it's true that he loves all mankind the same, and that he is no respecter of persons. Although, sometimes I want to think that we have our own little thing going. I really don't need anything else but his persuading nature to affect my life. Is it wrong to love others as much as you love God? Jesus died for man, not for the other parts of the God-head. Jesus said that whatever you do to the least of these you do it unto me. I'm talking perfect love of course. Hmmm. I will accept Gods judgment. But, I lust after his mercies. Is it wrong to lust after the Lord? To be jealous after Him? I just want to know him more. To be as much like him as possible. Well, that's what Lucifer wanted too. I just want to do what God says. I seek after Him as for water in a dry and thirsty land. I really care of nothing else except for Him and His people. So much so it hurts sometimes. My passion tears away at me like hungry wolves.
Yes Lord, yes.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
If we were really, really ready, ready; then all we would need to do is wait, watch, and pray until His return and when He comes to us. Then He would come and fill our hearts with such love and take us all away. If we were really ready, He would be ready too. All of the timings that are off will be reset by his spiritual chronometer. All of the trap doors in time would be shattered by the blows of His love. Immortality waits like a creature behind the door of salvation. Ready to engulf you once you make your decision. The keys that were still hot from the pits of hell and were jangling in his hand, but they seem now to hang on a forgotten hook in sub-basement five in Heavens locker rooms. Have we lost them? They are really doing nothing for us at this moment. Or is it that we need to possess them? I think that sounds selfish. Why not ask Him to release His mighty war host now? Oh, we're not ready yet. . . Time ticks away. I shouldn't judge my self importance on how ever many smiles I get in a day. Or should I? No, Jesus smiles on me and I love him like no other. He is my one true friend to the end. He is all the time I need and also all the love. I know it's true that he loves all mankind the same, and that he is no respecter of persons. Although, sometimes I want to think that we have our own little thing going. I really don't need anything else but his persuading nature to affect my life. Is it wrong to love others as much as you love God? Jesus died for man, not for the other parts of the God-head. Jesus said that whatever you do to the least of these you do it unto me. I'm talking perfect love of course. Hmmm. I will accept Gods judgment. But, I lust after his mercies. Is it wrong to lust after the Lord? To be jealous after Him? I just want to know him more. To be as much like him as possible. Well, that's what Lucifer wanted too. I just want to do what God says. I seek after Him as for water in a dry and thirsty land. I really care of nothing else except for Him and His people. So much so it hurts sometimes. My passion tears away at me like hungry wolves.
Yes Lord, yes.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
over the coffee again...
okay i'm not really enjoying coffee, or any kind of hot beverage to say the least, but what, you might ask, am i drinking on this dreary rainy morning that hits the spot just like... ahhhhh... yes, that is nice. oh, it's root beer.
"root beer? rooooooot beeeeeer? blasphemy! and utter shame!"
well, not as bad as all that. sure, you might criticize me
for this breach in beverage-protocol... that i would dare to drink a cold carbonated soda from an aluminum can, when in fact the purpose of this essay is to be read and enjoyed while downing a fine name brand espresso, or while pondering over a bath-tub sized cup of foamy cappuccino, or just drinking some straight up black-as-tar campfire java. of course, it really doesn't matter now does it? one is soothing and the other is (to me) refreshing.
let us keep this one thing in mind: not all drinks are the same. some are quite cold, and some are diametrically opposed as being very hot, but rarely are drinks ever warm. can you imagine asking for a cup of hot tea at your favorite restaurant, and receiving instead a small dish of room temperature tap water with a suspicious looking tea-bag limply floating around inside of it? or how about ordering a wonderful strawberry milk-shake at your local ice cream parlor, and much to your disdain, they hand you a cup of syrupy muck that smells like rotting fruit. gross? yes, i agree.
in the same way, let us look at ourselves in this matter. what temperature are you? what is your thermostat set on? and what are you doing to affect the world around you. our spiritual lives should be accurately temperatured in the same way that we see it in the bible. in revelation 3:15 & 16, we hear the Son of Man saying that He wants a hot or a cold church, but because we are luke warm... He's gonna spew!
what does a hard working farmer want after he's been laboring all day in the corn fields, but to relax under a shady tree with a tall cool glass of refreshing lemonade or orange juice? or how about the elderly lady who, after walking to the grocery store in a foot and a half of snow to get groceries for herself and for her husband... doesn't she deserve a nice steamy mug of fresh herbal tea? does the farmer want hot cocoa? does the woman need ice water? no! they would only become sick and no good would come of it.
so what shall we do then? wake up and smell the coffee! we should be the hot drink in the blizzards of life, and we should become cool liquids throughout the deserts of loneliness, hot or cold, peaceful or powerful, recharging or relaxing... just make sure that in whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as working for the Lord, and not for men.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
"root beer? rooooooot beeeeeer? blasphemy! and utter shame!"
well, not as bad as all that. sure, you might criticize me
for this breach in beverage-protocol... that i would dare to drink a cold carbonated soda from an aluminum can, when in fact the purpose of this essay is to be read and enjoyed while downing a fine name brand espresso, or while pondering over a bath-tub sized cup of foamy cappuccino, or just drinking some straight up black-as-tar campfire java. of course, it really doesn't matter now does it? one is soothing and the other is (to me) refreshing.
let us keep this one thing in mind: not all drinks are the same. some are quite cold, and some are diametrically opposed as being very hot, but rarely are drinks ever warm. can you imagine asking for a cup of hot tea at your favorite restaurant, and receiving instead a small dish of room temperature tap water with a suspicious looking tea-bag limply floating around inside of it? or how about ordering a wonderful strawberry milk-shake at your local ice cream parlor, and much to your disdain, they hand you a cup of syrupy muck that smells like rotting fruit. gross? yes, i agree.
in the same way, let us look at ourselves in this matter. what temperature are you? what is your thermostat set on? and what are you doing to affect the world around you. our spiritual lives should be accurately temperatured in the same way that we see it in the bible. in revelation 3:15 & 16, we hear the Son of Man saying that He wants a hot or a cold church, but because we are luke warm... He's gonna spew!
what does a hard working farmer want after he's been laboring all day in the corn fields, but to relax under a shady tree with a tall cool glass of refreshing lemonade or orange juice? or how about the elderly lady who, after walking to the grocery store in a foot and a half of snow to get groceries for herself and for her husband... doesn't she deserve a nice steamy mug of fresh herbal tea? does the farmer want hot cocoa? does the woman need ice water? no! they would only become sick and no good would come of it.
so what shall we do then? wake up and smell the coffee! we should be the hot drink in the blizzards of life, and we should become cool liquids throughout the deserts of loneliness, hot or cold, peaceful or powerful, recharging or relaxing... just make sure that in whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as working for the Lord, and not for men.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Set the pace
My soul is poured out like water,
My spirit tires of me,
I have nothing left but you Lord,
I have nothing left but Thee.
This is my story,
And also my prayer,
That you, dear Lord, will set the pace,
And you will take me there.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
My spirit tires of me,
I have nothing left but you Lord,
I have nothing left but Thee.
This is my story,
And also my prayer,
That you, dear Lord, will set the pace,
And you will take me there.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
The eternal theme of a persuasive word
Love. Commonly known as the most powerful force in the universe, this four letter word says much more than any other word in the world. Love, as the world would refer to it, is often referred to wrongly. Sometimes as sex, sometimes as marriage, even in reference to a persons favorite ice cream flavor. What we need to do is to cut back on our use of this word. All too often we spread it thin by saying that we love so many different things. "Liking is one thing, Lusting is another, but Loving is the hardest of them all." You see, Love must mean more than just a tingling up your spine followed by goose bumps on your arm. Love is so much more than the words "I love you" Love is an action. It is a choice. True love is rarely found in on T.V.. It is usually found in the reality of real life. Love is this: Sacrificing all for the sake of another. Taking something that is valuable to yourself and giving it up so that another may benefit. Love is an act of human kindness resulting in the prosperity of another individual. Love is a verb. Love is a noun. Love enfleshed is Jesus, for Jesus is love.
Have you ever cared so much for someone that it hurt? Have you tried and tried for the person to get better, no matter what the cost to your life? That is love. Jesus told us to consider the cost. The cost of what? The cost of love. Are we willing to die for Jesus? Are we willing to die for a family member? How about for a friend? An acquaintance? Someone you have never met? Your enemy?
The Bible tells us that there is no greater love that any man could ever show but that he would lay down his life for a friend. Well, lets take that concept a step further! Jesus laid down his life for those who ripped out his beard. For those that spit on him and killed him. Now that is true and genuine love.
I used to have a cat whose name was Snitches. I really loved her. I used to have a girlfriend named Tasha. I loved her too. I used to have an incredibly huge Leggo set, and boy I loved that thing to death! You see, this is the point that I'm trying to say! Our concept of the word is gone! We shouldn't say that we love these things. That cheapens the word. Only Jesus deserves our number one love! Then our families, friends, the world and lastly ourselves. Go out and try to love others before you love yourself. Just for one day! See what happens. It's a lot more difficult than you would have ever thought.
Anyway, Christianity is a beautiful mix of Jesus' love for us and of our love for Him. Just relax on this sea cruise of spiritual ecstasy. Give Jesus a kiss on the cheek and tell him how much you love him.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Have you ever cared so much for someone that it hurt? Have you tried and tried for the person to get better, no matter what the cost to your life? That is love. Jesus told us to consider the cost. The cost of what? The cost of love. Are we willing to die for Jesus? Are we willing to die for a family member? How about for a friend? An acquaintance? Someone you have never met? Your enemy?
The Bible tells us that there is no greater love that any man could ever show but that he would lay down his life for a friend. Well, lets take that concept a step further! Jesus laid down his life for those who ripped out his beard. For those that spit on him and killed him. Now that is true and genuine love.
I used to have a cat whose name was Snitches. I really loved her. I used to have a girlfriend named Tasha. I loved her too. I used to have an incredibly huge Leggo set, and boy I loved that thing to death! You see, this is the point that I'm trying to say! Our concept of the word is gone! We shouldn't say that we love these things. That cheapens the word. Only Jesus deserves our number one love! Then our families, friends, the world and lastly ourselves. Go out and try to love others before you love yourself. Just for one day! See what happens. It's a lot more difficult than you would have ever thought.
Anyway, Christianity is a beautiful mix of Jesus' love for us and of our love for Him. Just relax on this sea cruise of spiritual ecstasy. Give Jesus a kiss on the cheek and tell him how much you love him.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Perishing along the way to holiness
We learned that the Holy Spirit cannot turn as a switch.
We learned that all Spiritual learning is by comparison.
We must see the Holy Spirit through the Word of God.
The seven flames of fire burning is the same Holy Spirit.
The Spirit is the Spirit of Wisdom and of Understanding.
Who is this third person of the Trinity?
You are the One.
And I am yours.
How can I relate to you?
I must see you as I see the LORD.
The key to the supernatural is: Relationship.
And can I move into you?
"Yes, only as I move into you."
Then move... move in me... and abide forever.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
We learned that all Spiritual learning is by comparison.
We must see the Holy Spirit through the Word of God.
The seven flames of fire burning is the same Holy Spirit.
The Spirit is the Spirit of Wisdom and of Understanding.
Who is this third person of the Trinity?
You are the One.
And I am yours.
How can I relate to you?
I must see you as I see the LORD.
The key to the supernatural is: Relationship.
And can I move into you?
"Yes, only as I move into you."
Then move... move in me... and abide forever.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Is my soul fate-destined when I give my sin to God?
Nothing happened to my soul because Jesus was made the payment for my sins! Yeha! Grace and love are so awesome! But like the Apostle Paul wrote: Shall we sin so that grace will abound all the more? God forbid! I don't want to be like a robot, and never show that I'm hurt or glad or mad or happy. I want to be honest, genuine, pure of motive and heart, loving, and compassionate. Only the "real" Christians get to Heaven. And Lord I want to be in that number. And I want to be a saint. Saintliness entails purity. Not perfection. God help me if I think I'm perfect. I used to believe in perfectionism, but it really is a nowhere road. Besides, This Pauly you know dies everyday. Thank God I'm not the same person as I was yesterday.
I'm gonna go read Galatians five again!
Amen!
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
I'm gonna go read Galatians five again!
Amen!
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
To be...
The true meaning of all the conjugated thoughts in the universe is this: God. God is the beginning of all there was, and ever has been, and all that is ever hoped to be. Through him was every thing made that was made and without him was nothing made that is made. In the beginnings of all the beginnings there ever was, was God. In God was the beginning of all there was to begin with. God made time and attributed the Sun and the moon to keep it straight. But, the only constant in all of creation (the only common denominator of God made time) is God. All the life in all the galaxies in all of this realm of existence were made by one word: "Be." He spoke it forth. (He could have spoken himself forth) Time is a curious thing to him... He doesn't follow its rules.
Einstein said that time slows as you approach the speed of light. God moves faster than light, and so he moves faster than time, surpassing it, slipping in and out of its stream like a God who knows what He's doing. Time to him is simply a thought away. That's eternity explained. Moving as God does at the speed of light. Isn't He the light? Aren't we the light of the world?
Time will one day run out. For you and for me. You can choose to accept the creator of light and time or reject him, and be caught... Frozen In Time. In time, there is an end, there was a start, and there will be an end. It will cease. Make no mistake. It could happen before you finish this poem. Poof! We Perish! But, God henceforth now and forevermore will live. Live with no end. He has graciously extended his hand towards us to come and join him. He has given us a choice... Eternal Life, or what's behind door number three. The choice is ours. We aren't robots. That's why it's so important to choose right. Not left, wrong or erase. Choose Good. Choose God, and be together with him, conjugated in the thoughts of the almighty maker and sculptor, master and manager of the universe. To be one with "The One."
God.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Einstein said that time slows as you approach the speed of light. God moves faster than light, and so he moves faster than time, surpassing it, slipping in and out of its stream like a God who knows what He's doing. Time to him is simply a thought away. That's eternity explained. Moving as God does at the speed of light. Isn't He the light? Aren't we the light of the world?
Time will one day run out. For you and for me. You can choose to accept the creator of light and time or reject him, and be caught... Frozen In Time. In time, there is an end, there was a start, and there will be an end. It will cease. Make no mistake. It could happen before you finish this poem. Poof! We Perish! But, God henceforth now and forevermore will live. Live with no end. He has graciously extended his hand towards us to come and join him. He has given us a choice... Eternal Life, or what's behind door number three. The choice is ours. We aren't robots. That's why it's so important to choose right. Not left, wrong or erase. Choose Good. Choose God, and be together with him, conjugated in the thoughts of the almighty maker and sculptor, master and manager of the universe. To be one with "The One."
God.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Untouchable Host
Who is my brother? Who is my sister? Well...
The real question besets us in this: Who isn't my brother? Who isn't my sister? I could say easily that there are those who I have no influence over, and they are not my brother and sister. But aren't they? I know that they are. I know that the idea of them not being my brother and sister is to separate myself from the collective of mankind. And as this is not the case, they are mine. In every decision that I make, somehow, somewhere, men that I have never heard, seen or imagined are affected by the small decisions of my day. Is it too big headed of me to think so? I think not. I make nets and they reach out... spanning invisible barriers and touching this "untouchable host". They are touched by me in my web of influence, whether I like it or not. Is it as real to me as this sweaty tent I am sitting in right now in the unbearable humidity, being eaten alive by grimy gnats, as it is to me when I am crusin down my favorite stretch of interstate in my convertible with wind whistling through my hair. Is it? Can it be that real to me every second of every day? No. of course not. It can never be that real. No one but God is that omniscient. Perhaps if I cared more, I could sense and feel these other invisibles and be able to make the right choices and help progress their journey towards God. Perhaps if I cared more... they could become a reality in my every day life. Perhaps. Perhaps they are my brothers and my sisters and my mothers and fathers. I say they are. For they are the untouchable host, and I pray that they will become as real to me one day as these gnats are now... I pray that they would become real. And touchable.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
The real question besets us in this: Who isn't my brother? Who isn't my sister? I could say easily that there are those who I have no influence over, and they are not my brother and sister. But aren't they? I know that they are. I know that the idea of them not being my brother and sister is to separate myself from the collective of mankind. And as this is not the case, they are mine. In every decision that I make, somehow, somewhere, men that I have never heard, seen or imagined are affected by the small decisions of my day. Is it too big headed of me to think so? I think not. I make nets and they reach out... spanning invisible barriers and touching this "untouchable host". They are touched by me in my web of influence, whether I like it or not. Is it as real to me as this sweaty tent I am sitting in right now in the unbearable humidity, being eaten alive by grimy gnats, as it is to me when I am crusin down my favorite stretch of interstate in my convertible with wind whistling through my hair. Is it? Can it be that real to me every second of every day? No. of course not. It can never be that real. No one but God is that omniscient. Perhaps if I cared more, I could sense and feel these other invisibles and be able to make the right choices and help progress their journey towards God. Perhaps if I cared more... they could become a reality in my every day life. Perhaps. Perhaps they are my brothers and my sisters and my mothers and fathers. I say they are. For they are the untouchable host, and I pray that they will become as real to me one day as these gnats are now... I pray that they would become real. And touchable.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
against the rage (inspired by Powder J)
click click went the gloc
click click went my brain
try to put this all together
cause it's driving me insane
i think about livin
i think about death
how am i supposed to live
when you hold that to my chest
you think you got power
you think you got skills
how you feel now
when i got your dolla bill
oh sure you got rhythm
oh sure you got time
some rhyme on a dime
and then blow a whole line
i cant see them walkin
like the dead in their sleep
no peep like sheep
if you know what i mean
so click cliick mr scholar
click click mr brain
all your silly notions
with no need to explain
how you gonna feel
and how you gonna act
you know that this is real
and you know it to a fact
so click click powder j
click click pauly hart
all the homies want some
butt do they do their part?
and how to feel now
sitting large on isound
guess i'll keep on doin
if i'm shot and underground
and what am i to do
when all i see is fools
click click went the pen
click click i'm the tool
-pauly hart
saturday, october 15th 1:12PM
Copyright 2005 by Pauly Hart
click click went my brain
try to put this all together
cause it's driving me insane
i think about livin
i think about death
how am i supposed to live
when you hold that to my chest
you think you got power
you think you got skills
how you feel now
when i got your dolla bill
oh sure you got rhythm
oh sure you got time
some rhyme on a dime
and then blow a whole line
i cant see them walkin
like the dead in their sleep
no peep like sheep
if you know what i mean
so click cliick mr scholar
click click mr brain
all your silly notions
with no need to explain
how you gonna feel
and how you gonna act
you know that this is real
and you know it to a fact
so click click powder j
click click pauly hart
all the homies want some
butt do they do their part?
and how to feel now
sitting large on isound
guess i'll keep on doin
if i'm shot and underground
and what am i to do
when all i see is fools
click click went the pen
click click i'm the tool
-pauly hart
saturday, october 15th 1:12PM
Copyright 2005 by Pauly Hart
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