I will cast down every vain imagining. With laughter I will conquor all the works of the evil one. I will deliver My people yet again. I am the Lord. Watch Me. Watch Me and see. I will measure out good for good, evil for evil, just for just, JUSTICE for unjust. In My righteousness My people will stand. In My justice they will glory. In My victory, My victory won by My hand, they will walk. Not their victory. What can man do? Man is a vapor. A puff of smoke. By the strength of My hand they will go
Just going through the day today was interesting.... To say the very least.... Like I was sitting in my car at the library.... And I was waiting in front of the doors because I was only there to drop off and pick up a friend who needed to rent some movies.... But I guess some folks don't like when you do that.... I had two ladies pull up right behind me (I suspect they thought that when I saw them I would move).... And then (I'm serious) act EXTREMELY put out that they had to go around me.... One
(2Pe 3:8 LITV) But let not this one thing be hidden from you, beloved, that one day with the Lord is "as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day." Psa. 90:4
I woke up this morning and just really wanted to be with the Lord.... To spend time with Him and center my day.... So I read a few Psalms.... The ultimate praise and worship book.... Prayed and just communed as long as I could with Him.... Then.... Of course.... Life intruded.... Had to take
A re-appraisal of the Abomination of Desolation
“So when you see the abomination of desolation spoken of by the prophet Daniel, standing in the holy place (let the reader understand), then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains.” (Matthew 24:15-16)
Best efforts notwithstanding, the reader has not understood at all when it comes to the ‘Abomination of Desolation.’ The popular end-time scenario depicts an idol standing in a Jewish temple thus desecrating it, however
Updated Dec 26th 2010 at 09:48 PM by Cyberseeker
Some time ago I started writing a series of poems about my life. The First one was called The Empty Stage. With each major event I have added a new part. As you may know a year ago Oct. 2 my wife died. I have written a poem for the Empty Stage cycle in honor of her death. I post it here in memory.
The Empty Stage: Part 7
The Stage is full of players
But empty it seems to me.
Tears flow that blind my eyes
And see not their forms.