Lord, behold your bride,
broken, tired and gray.
How could you wed a man like this,
who threw so many years away ?
No virgin bride in any way,
seduced by pleasures, lust and sin,
I come to you with broken heart,
Oh husband let me in...
Unclean, impure, before the groom,
I long for your embrace.
Consumed by shame, destroyed by
I cannot look into your face.
Oh tell me Lord, can I be cleansed ?
and if so at what cost.
Can even you heal innocence,
so long stolen, so long lost ?
A worthy bride comes at a price,
but who would pay for one like me ?
You've paid the price ? No further cost
Oh love, how can this be ?
With your own flesh, with your own
yea, with your very life...
Is it thus that I must be,
a widow ere a wife.
But no, these are much different vows,
for not by death are we to part.
But by the death of sin and flesh,
were joined together heart to heart.
The wedding table thus is set,
the sacrifice becomes the feast.
A marriage for eternity,
The Greatest to the least.
Oh Lord, A man I come to you,
and yet a trembling bride.
My heart would sing my love for you,
my lips the same confide.
But it is not my love for you
which brings forth all my tears.
But rather that you first loved me,
And cast out all my fears.
by Daniel Faulkner
Anno Domini 1999
The Blessing for Confessing
By Crystal Daye
does not confess anything
He's a liar, hypocrite, who is dieing
Inside hiding out though he is trying
To please himself in the work of giving
Glory to all who mimic his mirror
Of pride and arrogance for the knitting
All religious mankind on earth sitting
As god each their own throne residing
Where love and war is negotiating
How to divide the sheep for profiting
So dumb are they that are ever slaving
To be like the rich and famous living
The young to model the Devil using
Others for the satisfaction of abusing
No law to obey for those rebelling
And all laws remain on those painting
Them selves like god in their shining
Both evil and good to GOD are stinking
In vanity and to Hell will be going
For to be a crazy fool is more appealing
To GOD HIS SPIRIT in the knowing
That HE is the source of wisdom growing
Within those meek and humble learning
For the immortal, never to this is an
Except for Lucifer of his throne
Power from the Almighty who is obliging
Him to claim those of HIS this
Yet GOD HIS love for Israel is ever
Did not the Prophet marry a #####
With her confessing all for the
Of her fidelity by him to GOD resting
On HIS WORD of mercy to be erasing
Her sin forever from memory of the
Ask yourself now to confess your sinning
So to hate it for a circumcised
For fear of the loss of material
You of the Devil will not confess
But will gather as vultures to the
Of the repentant ##### who is crying
In labor and near to death is confessing
All her crimes against GOD and shedding
The idols of shame and guilt for a
For condemnation is for those killing
In prideful hate the world destroying
Life on earth all who are not willing
To be a mirror of the Devil his imaging
No mercy for the saint or sinner
The ##### of Babylon consumes those
In this the Devil won't confess anything
Will you be the ##### for blessing or
The Lord looks down
looks down from Heaven at Human beings,
The way they walk through life,
Oh how the Lord Yeshua,
Needs His perfect wife.
The bride of Yeshua,
Like none other,
A perfect body,
With a perfect cover.
>From the mother womb,
We were born to this Earth,
God indeed did know us well.
But, He also knew another thing,
A thing He did not tell.
That Yeshua died for His Bride,
So Humble, without pride.
He died so that the Jewish nations could
Once more we could come to know.
In Yeshua, Ha Messiach we would love
To find the freedom that we could have,
With Yeshua through our nation.
And when that day would come,
We would have the perfect revelation.
You can be sure that on judgement day,
Everyone of us will give a a perfect
Of every useless word spoken,
But Yeshuah's love is one that lasts
God gave us His son as a special token.
If only people would look and see,
Ha Messiach is standing firmly,
Rooted to the tree.
So that we can all be set free.
Although Virgin Israel has fallen,
Some say never to arise,
Wait to the day comes,
When Ha Messiach,
Will come back,
To take back His bride.
The Lord Yeshua,
Has won His battle,
The very day He died.
He did not die,
But arose from the dead,
To take back His Bride.
by Tracy B. Barfield
stillness roused me from sleep,
Then off in the distance I heard someone
I had hoped to married that particular
But still weary from slumber, I soon
lost my way.
The darkness was thick, the air seemed
Yet I still somehow managed to find my
Suddenly I felt foreboding, a
feeling of doom,
So I quickly lit the lamp--and saw the
eyes of the Groom!
It was just for an instant, the lamp
quickly went out,
The Groom's eyes looked so sad as I
started to shout.
"Please, wait just a minute!" I cried
out in vain,
"Let me find some more oil, so I can
light it again!"
Then I heard a door shut, which I now
Then, with horror, I realized I'd been
So tend to your lamps often, have your
oil so stored,
That you keep your light burning to find
the narrow door.
Be ready for the Bridegroom with a love
Yes, be ready for the Bridegroom, for
his coming is near.
Tracy B. Barfield
© May, 2003
Visit Tracy's Website;
"End Times Signs" at
by Richard Krutsinger
Bow down your "ear" to me my
I'll anoint your "eye" to see,
I'll pour out my words for the
They last eternaly--
Yes, they last eternaly.
My Words are finer than pure
I am a tree of life,
I am the well for the thirsty
The bright and shining light--
Yes, a bright and shining
If you abide in me my child,
I,ll abide in you,
ask me what you will my child,
and that I'll do for you--
Yes, that I'll do for you.
Now take my yoke upon you
And you will learn of me,
My yoke is easy,
And my burden is light,
You will find rest in me--
Yes, you will have rest in me.
I Am That I Am
by Richard Krutsinger
I AM That I Am, and there is no other
No father or mother, nor sister or brother
I Am That I Am, and this I Proclaim --
Though I have been called, by many a name
I Am That I Am, the giver of breath
I hold the key's to life and death
I Am That I Am, and this I remain--
Never to change, always the same
I Am That I Am, and forever shall be
The God of them that call on me
I Am That I Am, and that is my fame --
Though I have been called by many a name
What if I had turned that time into the
not shrunk away horrified
And followed paths not often trod to
Father friend and God
What if words had been enough to hook my
faith through rain and rough
And born again into the right allowed
myself with him to die
Not running falling flowing rather into
A lullaby for babes and wise then all
would hear the hallowed cry
Arisen! He is alive and you and I are
loves of Love and born to fly
Free at last a cup betrothed to hearts
of purest gold
A solace in the womb to kindle fires
upon the loom eternity
paul michael hallelujah
Stand Ready, II
Edward A. Vinson
stirrings to return arrive.
My soul is
moved, my spirit stirs
mount up on
wings of eagles, borne
draw us to arise.
The heart is
like a water-brook
that in the
Hand of God, responds,
swells sweet, runs clear, sings out
to wend its
where it may be still
The Shepherd’s Peace,
light, reflecting Light
the rays of
which, the Rays of Whom
and stir the
to call upon
the Deep in God,
that hewn, that carved
Waters from above
by God alone
shall send us
in His time.
Stirrings to Return have grown,
cause me to
groan, labor with pain
with what He
births, with what we carry
Treasure, deep in us,
Mystery", "Christ in you", alive.
Stirrings of Return have grown,
"DAY OF HIS RETURN"
copyright 04, 1-10-04 poem
Sitting in the house, feeling all but dead
Finding myself watching the evening news
Worrying about all the business decisions I
And all the money that I could lose
Walked into the cold, empty kitchen
to grab another beer
All at once ,there was a loud explosion
In the distance ,I could hear
A cold grim feeling started coursing
through my weak, frightened mind
Beheld a sight from my childhood dreams
Became, real ,I soon would find
Looked out the window and I never had seen
Such colors that glow from the moon
Suddenly the moon disappeared, from the sky
The dark night had reversed into noon
The smell in the air was calm
warm sunlight ,in a summer day
In an instant there was a wrath of thunder
The wind brought warning ,sweet colors
turned to gray
I ran outside, the blood in my heart
Would race from sudden fear
Was a sound that shook the highest mountains
A sound like terror , what I ,did hear
When the earthquakes and whirlwinds moved away
And the Storms finally began to cease
There came a Celestial silence
Surrounding , a feeling of Eternal Peace
Like waves in the ocean that carry
Water across the lasting tide
I heard a choir from a band of cherubim
That could be heard throughout Nationwide
Then there was an endless sound of
That had consumed the smoldering air
People running aimless in the streets
There was darkness everywhere
The echo's of a wicked planet
would roar like the blaze from a fire
The developed language reduced to
For the whole world ,would soon
Losts souls, stretched their arms to
With supreme praises to the sky
The Bankers, the Lawyers, the
Real estate broker
For the first time heard
The drunkard suddenly dropped
The teller closed down his
The Madman had, regained his
The Liar proclaimed the
The leaders of the
Nations would crumble apart
Like dusty, dried up
The Naturalists and all the
Would begin praying to their
Then there was a great sound of
Shook the Earth and rocked the
And out of the clouds came the
face there of Jesus
Then the whole world suddenly
dropped to it`s knees
With eyes of pure lit Fire
Looked upon man's shameful
And one by one, He called to
From out of every creed and
Descending into Heaven like
A midst of morning rain
The Firmament was filled with
As the Angels formed their
wings into a chain
The sorrowed, that were plagued
The crippled and the blind
Were given fair comfort with a
They'll be welcomed, First In
And I watched all of this
from my home
Lying there on the ground
Listening to the sounds
That`s left here all
The churches are gone,
Evil will rein
The beast will rise
Millions beg for one more
As they see that Christ
has gone away
Just yesterday the World
Laughing with drink
Now the sound of
anguish fills the Land
As if it were
blotted from the sun
The last thing that
my ears beheld
mournful pitiful scream
And then I
suddenly woke up, shaking
From what was
to be my dream
can see the dangers of a world
the Lord's, mercy took
that when He comes back for us
would be written in His Book
Down From the Mountain
po box 508
Captain ~ You Are My Captain!
Written by Giselle Celeste Smith
You are the Anchor of My Soul, by Your
Instructions I am sown, letting go of my
own will, in place of your own,
Which causes our enemy to always moan
and to groan. Your precious Holy
Spirit is the wind in my sails.
Your Living Word, is the Rudder guiding
me through all my trails. Your Word in
me is always abiding and it always
Holy Father, your love is my Mainstay
and you are my solid Mast, This I know
that your Love for me will forever last.
Help me to forget, those things that are
behind, by Your Precious Holy Spirit's
Teach me to live in the full presence of
your Living Word,
With your full assurance, I know that
in Heaven all my prayers are always
Give me Your Hope, Joy, Success and
Always replacing discouragement,
disappointment, failure, and sadness.
Empower My Soul to soar with Your Plan
for My Life, teaching me to replace
Faith in place of all fright.
Help me to maintain my Most Holy Faith,
by Daily continually seeking Your Face.
Enable me to stand in the face of
adversity then I shall not be weary in
well doing by your Kindness and Your
Let the Surety of Your Word be for me
the Security of Your Love, along with
the help of your guiding light from
Launch me out into the deep waters help
me to stay awake, watch and pray and not
ever to quake.
Guiding me ever upward with Your
Confidence, I choose to only look
forward into my Captain's eyes.
Master Carpenter I choose not to be in
dread, but rather Plead Your Blood
I shall continue to stand, holding firm
onto Your Hand,
Always fighting my good fight, towards
Your Heavenly Plan.
One Day in the Presence of My Captain's
Out weighs, a thousand days in uncharted
Holy Spirit equip me with Your Success,
Your Full Armor do I possess.
Naked I did come into this world,
But now I am fully clothed in the
Splendor of Your Word.
I shall Forever Behold the Beauty of
By Christ Bloodline, I belong to you and
you are mine, you are my holy rest
The Banner of Your Resurrection Love
helps keep me in line,
Your leadership to me is my Glory
O Ancient of Days, You truly are the
Captain of My Ship
Your Word and Your Spirit, prevents
dangerous collisions with any other
Steady is my journey, Hopeful is my
On earth as it is in Heaven, with
Solid is your Love, planted in me by
Your Precious Holy Spirit from above.
Sturdy is my Destination, for you are my
My vessel though it may sway from time
It may seem to falter with the cares of
the waves of this world intertwined.
Yet steady, onward and upward it will
For It is by your Rudder, that causes
our enemies plans to abort..
Yes, you are the Anchor of my soul, O
Captain My Captain.
My Master Builder shall not desert me,
but He will remain aboard and keep me
Steady on, steady on, Sturdy she will
This Vessel shall continue on the
Captain's journey don't you know.
With purpose and direction in the
Guided by the compass of Christ's
This sailing vessel is built by - the
Master Carpenter Himself.
He alone knows every part of its
stealth. He alone knows where my
next port of call shall be,
Forever above and beyond all that I
could ever hope to see and still remain
For He alone is My Heavenly Door.
I give His Word entrance to this Divine
Ship that He adores.
I shall never be lost nor falter or
sink. For I know above all else just
what the Master Carpenter shall think
He shall say, that I shall always sail
in safe waters,
If I will stand a faithful watch over
my lips, and will not allow my Faith to
Yes, I will keep a watch over my lips,
and I'll reach a safe harbor,
what are the risks - For trusting in my
Heavenly Father's lips?
O Captain, You are My Captain...You are
My Faithful Loving Heavenly Father .
Giselle Celeste Smith
Son Harvest Graphics
San Marcos, Texas USA
Fifty Days Further
play for Shavuot and Pentecost
by Paul Deane
Note: This play was originally written
as a drama for performance by the
children of the congregation that I
attend during the week that encompasses
the Jewish feast of Shavuot, celebrated
by the Christian church as the occasion
of Pentecost. It dramatizes the events
of the first chapter of the Biblical
book of Acts. It illustrates rather
nicely the effectiveness of alliterative
verse as a vehicle for verse drama.
distance voices are chanting … )
Rise up! Rise up! The road
goes before us –
The pilgrim’s path to the
place of joy!
These heights are near
heaven – how we rejoice
At the glitter of gold from its
May my soul be swifter
than a swallow’s wings
and rise to its resting
place, Jerusalem, my goal!
pilgrims, carrying first fruits,
sacks of grain, etc.)
priest. Priest blows a shofar.)
When Passover has passed,
the chief priest shall
count Fifty days further.
Then from far and near
God’s people shall gather
gladly to praise him.
So bring in the fruits of
your fields and pastures,
Heap up the harvest till
show it to God, then
share with the poor.
Such a mass of men from
so many nations!
From Egypt, from Italy,
and from Asia Minor,
from Phrygia, Pamphylia,
and far-off Persia,
from Libya, Galilee, and
this land of Judah
we have come to proclaim
that our King is God,
and give him due glory
for all his great wonders!
has by now become a crowd scene.
Enter two Pharisees, one of them
named Saul, though he may not be the
Saul of the New Testament. It is a
Saul, are you certain?
This deception is over!
We’ll have no tall tales
of tombs standing open,
No prophets on donkeys,
no palm branches waving!
This fantasy is finished!
I fear that our people
still hunger for marvels.
Ha! That they may!
But the Law is the lesson
they must learn to respect!
They seek false Messiahs with
sin in their hearts.
Just give a good show, and
that’s good enough
to make happy morons! But
more is required.
To be obedient is better by
And the proper approach to
pleasing our God.
Our life is the letter of the
law. Yeshua –
that man was a maniac or
with parables for
prostitutes, preaching that love
made law-breaking legal! I’d
like to believe
we’ve heard nonsense enough.
Never mind him –
of the disciples suddenly spill out
onto the street.
praising God in many different
in excelsis Deo.
terra pax hominibus
te. Benedicimus te.
te. Glorifcamus te.
magnam gloriam tuam.
Deus, Rex caelestis,
Fili unigenite Iesu Christe.
Deus, Agnus Dei,
tollis peccata mundi,
hale un kasan ke
roohe khod be danand
hale mardomi ke
hale pakdelan ke
hale salehan ke
farzandane khoda hastand.
hale ma ke dadim
khod ra be massiha.
Alleluia: fai pe pi eho-oo eta
ep Chois thamiof: maren thelil
en ten oonof emmon enkhitf:
O Ep Chois ek-e nahmen:
O Ep Chois ek-e sooten nen moit:
Ef-esmaro-oot enje fi ethnioo
khen ef raan
em ep Chois:
Axios ei labein to biblion,
Kai anoixai tas sphragidas
Hoti esphages kai egorasas toi theoi
en toi haimati sou
Ek pases phulys kai glosses kai laou
Kai epoiesas autous toi theoi
hemon basileian kai
hiereis, Kai basileusousin epi tes
Axios estin to arnion to esphagmenon
Ten dunamin kai plouton kai
sophian kai iskhun
Kai timen kai doxan kai eulogian.
How dare they! They’re
drunk! Dowsed to the gills,
filled with the fruit of
some fervent vine!
They are stewed! They are
stoned! Stripped of all
sense, like mumbling
madmen or muttering fools!
Sir, we are sober! Be
certain of that.
It’s the middle morning,
and when men get drunk
partying past midnight
they pass out cold
by the middle morning, or
maybe they stir
with hammering head, or
with heaving guts.
But look! They’re alert
and alive with joy,
Filled with the fruit of
a fervent heart!
Their speech is inspired,
for the spirit moves them
As was plainly prophesied
by the prophet Joel.
In the last days –
lo – as the Lord proclaims
all flesh shall
overflow, filled by my Spirit.
For a sign shall be
seen in your sons and
daughters – Visions
revealed to the very
youngest, a deluge
of dreams dealt to their
elders. Man and
maid servant will be moved in
spirit with a
prophet’s power –
(How perfectly mad.)
Glory to God! Is this gift upon
Consider the man whom
Yeshua of Nazareth. You know what
God sent, what signs you saw
Yes, his life was taken by
But who handed him over,
helped or stood by?
Yet all this was planned in
the presence of God,
by whose power he passed the
perils of Hell.
As its says in the Psalms,
Messiah's too holy
for the Lord to allow Him to
lie in the Pit.
He lives now as Lord whom the
Lord has raised
And we on whom this wonder
fell witnessed His glory.
stands in utter astonishment as the
crowd around Peter and the
(tearing his garments):
are blind! We are blind, and bound
up in darkness!
(sinking to his knees):
Sodom and Gomorrah are safer
(looking at his tzitzit, and
law is no comfort – I am lost
and brothers – what should we do?!
Repent and confess in the
presence of God.
Accept the Messiah’s sacrificed
the water that washes you whiter
Then you too will be filled
with fire from heaven,
Till the Spirit of God spills
from your hearts.
pilgrims crowd forward in a kind of
babble, speaking variously) :
My sin is so great!
O God, I am yours!
then turns away in disgust, saying):
Let’s report to the priest.
He’ll put down this folly.
I fear Saul you may find
yourself fighting God.
the disciples, and the piligrims now
join together and march joyfully
have gathered together that God may
fields are full, but few come to
haul in the harvest, and heap it up
and disciples together:
Rise up! Rise up! The
road goes before us –
The pilgrim’s path to the
place of joy!
These heights are near
heaven – how we rejoice
At the glitter of gold
from its glowing walls!
May my soul be swifter
than a swallow’s wings
and rise to its resting
place, reach heaven my goal!
Copyright © Paul Deane,
All rights reserved.
Poetry Website at:
A Christian Prayer at Auschwitz
by Elizabeth Best
Dear God and
Through the Blood
of your Jewish Son, Jesus,
On a day when 60
the Killing Center
Divorce us from
the Spirit of Retribution
Which we run to
when we are wronged
Which started the
That would not End
Deliver us from
Which we took and
still take for granted
Give us repentance
>From greed and
Which to this day
Causes us to spoil
and ruin the lives of others
Lives you gave as
>From our robbery
Of all that is
precious and good
In the Lives of
Purge us of the
To enslave those
Less powerful than
Of the desire to
The other soul
Of all they own
God of those who
Write on our
hearts every death
Which in terror
And which some
Our lives are all
God of those who
Who walked, like
>From a tomb one
and Daughters of
Who Like You,
Seldom had a home
God of History
Let us never deny
The suffering of a
Not the nation
that perished in Auschwitz
And the Merciless
Nor the ones who
Wondering why we
God of all we own
and breathe and are
Soften our hearts
Of the depth of
You have called us
Help us to walk in
In the Spirit of
Write on our
hearts your Word
Cause us to see as
The Ones you have
And to stand
their defense and
Lord, in your
And Divine Cause
Cause our brothers
The Jewish people
Meaning in theirs
Rest in the Heaven
God of Auschwitz
repentance and truth
In a world gone
With death and
Bring us in
The exact end of
In the Name of the
Lord Jesus Christ,
Elizabeth K. Best
Reno, NV, USA
Hear My Dearest Israel
Hear My Dearest
Heed my gentle
reaching out to you
I'm calling one
I know your heart
By the hate
through out the world
I've heard the
weeping in your closet
Though you never
speak a word
Please let me hold
you near me
I want to pull you
Where nothing can
ever reach you
Oh, children I
love you so
Like a Father with
I'll shield you
from all harm
I'll keep you from
In The shelter of
I watch the
With a tear drop
in my eye
If you could only
And flee here to
Hear me dearest
I long to be your
Like your father
Hear me dearest
Hear my gentle
I'll take you to
I'll receive you
one and all
The written word
Oh Hills Of Israel!
Light of grace comes shining from your
incomprehensible, self righteousness
Righteousness embodied, stood on Israel
Weeping for Jerusalem, for she couldn't
her holy mountains; would be covered
with the truth
Through valleys deep and beautiful;
Jerusalem made brand new
the top of old Mt Calvary, Messiahs love
love for all of Israel, evident
throughout the earth
has not forsaken, the object of His love
came in flesh to save her, His tender
of the creation, He made with His own
brought forth a body His fullness dwelt
born of a virgin: He lived before the
gave that life: a sacrifice: to pay our
debt of sin.
sing, oh hills of Israel; do not linger
promise of the Torah, finally has
s in your doorway and grace has ######
runs through out your cities; lifting
its voice to shout.
Israel you are beloved, for father
need not mourn in sorrow: sin s debt has
all been paid!
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