Friday, July 31, 2009

Thought Process (Poem)

"The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the LORD trieth the hearts..." of all men on this earth.
So, if man from birth was born into sin & the heart is tried through matters un-repentant...What is your end?
An evil–doer giveth heed to wicked lips; and a liar giveth ear to a mischievous tongue man's heart is filled with issues.
Speak them not. You are what you eat and speak into the Atmosphere.
If God be for me in Love, His light so shineth when darkness appears.
His Mercy so shines as I'm facing my worst moment & His purpose so shines as life looks like, mission impossible.
Unsuccessful for me is a nightmare and inspriation is a mountain. I'm starting at the base.
Thinking ahead into failure stares me in the face.
"Be not therefore anxious for the morrow: for the morrow will be anxious for itself...."
Real fortune is knowing God & knowing yourself.
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil to give you an expected end
Power in thought the wrong way can toss you to and fro in deceptions turbulent wind.
Seek wisdom as silver and gold. Life is obtained there.
"Thought and character are one, character can only manifest and discover itself through circumstance..."
When trials come, rise to the occasion and speak thou therefore what God has said...
"Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed:
for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest"
Life and death is manifest in what we speak
Misery and suffering Lord come quickly
Our world cant be changed sin has delivered us out of the range. Can't you restore you're ways and establish praise on this earth?
Has sin so much increased more people are marked for death than re-birth?
Greed has seered mens conscience so much so they rob the poor and lowly?
Government officials take pride in their theft...Have mercy on you're people God & help our unbelief
Forgive my anger, I'm trying to find my way. Forgive my mistakes day to day is a battle to stay sane
Forgive my unbelief I feel like I don't know who I am sometimes.
Forgive my rants I speak out of's just that...
The tree in the garden was like the Kryptonite of mankind and Man contaminated generations.
Why is our suffering from the decisions unknown to's hard to trust you life is supposed to be more abundantly
mysterious ways make you unknown to me because I don't believe in blind faith neither do I live the Christian fantasy
like nothing is going on
distracted by religious concepts when the world is going wrong.

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