The Soldier's Dog: Good Friday: Part IIThe master demon kept his back to the lower demon, Slugblood, as he delivered his report on the progress in extinguishing the Son of Man.The Soldier's Dog: Good Friday: Part II by TheRealTiggerkat
“I bring good news, Master.” said Slugblood, in a deep bow, laying face down into the dusty cold stone slab. He eagerly awaited his Master’s acknowledgement.
The master turned. “I’ll be the judge of that. Continue.”
Not being given any command to stand, the demon continued to lay prostrate before the master as he continued, “As you know, my fellow demon, Scabpipe, has been treating the high priest, Caiaphus, as you ordered. He made suggestions to this priest to ignore Jewish law of no trials during festivals or at night. Thus Caiaphas ordered trial for the Son of Man immediately before the Sanhedrin for blasphemy. Scabpipe did not have to try too hard to get those petty jealous men to agree to the prisoner’s guilt. Scabpipe was certain they would
O' Heal MeDo you see my frail conditionO' Heal Me by Alfie-Griet-Kipps
I have faced a stormed again,
Torn, bruised and in pain.
Do you see my worlds bleak
As it keeps kicking me down,
And my tears they fall like rain.
Oh my core it aches
I scream in agony,
My fate seems locked towards doom.
Please let me escape
Oh release to me my torture state,
I am condemned to this darken room.
I run to the walls
Fighting for release,
But pain won’t let me out!
My heart is severely broken
Don’t think there is no cure,
My beckoning pleads I shout!
Oh dear Father can you hear me
My tears I cry to you,
My pleads don’t let them be in vain.
I have faced many wars
That I don’t seem to win,
Please dear Father help to ease my pain.
Please heal my open wounds
So I don’t feel decay,
Your salve place upon my tortured heart.
Release my anguished mind
Of this confusion that I face,
And let these constant trials from me part.
When You Feel You Can No Longer EndureI came to Jehovah on bended kneeWhen You Feel You Can No Longer Endure by Alfie-Griet-Kipps
To tell of the persecution that had befallen me,
I said to Jehovah, "I can't take anymore!
Please bring soon, your great day of war!"
I endure and endure, I'm at the end of my rope,
I don't think how much more of this I can cope.
It's constant pressure both day and night,
Between the World and Satan, I don't see much light."
Jehovah was silent as He could be.
As I rattled on with what bothered me,
He lovingly listened as I emptied my head,
Then softly smiled before He said:
"I understand what your going through,
This time of the end makes it harder on you.
But you see, I have been waiting oh so long,
And I must make sure my people are strong.
Since the very first couple, Adam and Eve,
My heart has been constantly made to grieve.
I sent my most precious Son to die,
He took a deep breath, and then he sighed,
I have been pushed aside by those I love,
For other gods they put high above.
The Soldier's Dog: An Easter Story (Ch.2 cont'd)The silver light of the full moon lit the darkest shadows of the garden. The soldiers, along with Jewish leaders and servants, did not speak as they approached. The dog trotted along his master, ears perked for the sounds of clashing swords and armor, nose poised to smell blood spilling to the ground, but he did not hear or smell the sounds of war he anticipated. The commanding officer silently signaled the troops to stop. The master signaled his dog to sit.The Soldier's Dog: An Easter Story (Ch.2 cont'd) by TheRealTiggerkat
The dog obediently sat, but just barely, as he was tense with anticipation. He watched a lone man walk ahead of the soldiers deeper into the garden. The man approached four others, and offered greetings, kissing one of the men on the cheek. It was at that moment that the commander signaled to a small group of soldiers who approached the small group. The dog stood, ready to attack, but his master signaled for him to sit once again.
The Jewish leaders also approached the group of f
Through the Narrow gateI wandered through a narrow gateThrough the Narrow gate by cereal-in-a-bowl
where the sunlight rose to navigate
along the highway down the street
Persephone made the other flowers all to wake
the skies of course the borders high
were filled with pleasures for the eyes
the ripe sweet apples, pears and peach upon the boughs in heavy weigh
as sweet as the breeze which passed the way
Adonis glared and pursed his lips
immersed in envy hands upon his hips
for even the most magnificent things which grows
of skin soft as cotton, smooth as silk
could not compare to the northward thrill
Round the bend God's angel cried
towards the field the flowers he laughed and cried
the fields burst with gladness transforming wine
from the streams of river under the emerald skies
Persephone her hair of rose
her lips are red as beauty could unfold
her eyes of green her lips part wide
As she laughed a song which echoed round the field in delight
Then she hitched her dress and held it close
to not expose her petticoat
her breast a pair of red pomegranate
Jesus as the Passover LambJesus as the Passover Lamb by e31
"The next day the large crowd that had come to the feast heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying out, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!” "- John 12:12-13
" Cleanse out the old leaven that you may be a new lump, as you really are unleavened. For Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed. Let us therefore celebrate the festival, not with the old leaven, the leaven of malice and evil, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth. " 1 Corinthians 5:7-8
" For the priests and the Levites had purified themselves together; all of them were clean. So they slaughtered the Passover lamb for all the returned exiles, for their fellow priests, and for themselves." - Ezra 6:20
" And he said to them,
Unworthy This, Unworthy ThatUnworthy This, Unworthy That by GrubbsWriting
Forgive me in the times of each day
when I come to see my truer colors.
The less suitable ones that bring down a godly smile.
My efforts to betterment have yet to cease,
and I've nob intent on making such an appointment.
They wait like thieves and murderers,
mere inches from my soul, in wake and slumber,
outnumbering me and breathing down my aching
neck whilst I struggle to breathe
the purer air I am deprived of.
Though cognizant of my sins,
they are doubtlessly committed by a guilty
consciousness which has been undermined with a
pride that bear in deep shame as opposed
to a better way to walk.
The list will be long, as you,
as with all things, are more the perfectly aware.
I am the guilty by my own confession,
and grace is a concept that is greatly welcome
and unconditionally existent in the presence of my unworthy soul.
I know not why i write what is already known to Omnipotence
perhaps a confessional to my one and only
King who spared me the eternity of fire and ice
in a realm witho
RemindJohn 3:16Remind by Linna89
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son,
that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
Jumala on rakastanut maailmaa niin paljon, että antoi ainoan Poikansa,
jottei yksikään, joka häneen uskoo, joutuisi kadotukseen, vaan saisi iankaikkisen elämän.
Jury DutyI've found that people who accuse others of being the devil, usually have the Devil himself whispering in their ears. Being that we are imperfect, basic reasoning would only assume that we are unfit to pass pure judgement on anyone or anything. I believe that we can all agree on that to some extent, but of course stands the possibility that I am wrong by that very same logic. Judgement is not just for sinners, it is for choice in general. My point is related in that choice is in fact reliant on perspective and perception (Matthew 7:1-5).Jury Duty by GrubbsWriting
On one hand, we could see a man begging for money on the side of the road and think of him as a man in need. Yet in today's world, we are taught to be conservative in our trust, therefore on the other hand, we could see that man, and question his legitimacy. Then of course there are those who insist that instead of mercy and charity, that these fellow human beings of ours should just up and stop being homeless and without work, as though they have
I Forgive YouAll those time you've ever hurt me.I Forgive You by same-but-different
Everything you said.
Every scar you cut.
Every bruise you left.
I won't lie: I hated you for it.
How could you do this to someone so close to you?
How could you abuse their trust, their faith, that you were better than that?
But all that's behind us.
Today's the day I can look in the mirror and say,
"I forgive you."
The Spirit of EasterMy Teacher, My great Teacher,The Spirit of Easter by chorsahgryphon
Where are you in this night?
The Dark has covered hills and dales and gone has run the light
We saw their hand, we turned and ran, yes from them we did flee
While wives and mothers on the hill compose an elegy
For weep, weep O World!
Weep all tree and shrinking moss
For my Rabbi who I followed
Now is dying on a cross.
Were you not our Messiah?
To give us back our land?
To scatter out the Roman force and free us by your hand?
Did we not see you heal the sick and liberate the lame?
Did you not bring back Lazarus though four days late you came?
Yet I hear you cry,
From your ordeal on the tree
"My God, My God, My Father
Why have You forsaken Me?"
Your last words do speak forgiveness
For the ones that put you there
A sepulcher is readied in a garden fresh and fair
Tomorrow's mass, three days do pass before we dare to come
We bring things of memorial and leave our silent homes
But O heaven, high above!
What great sight now greets our eyes?
For the stone that blo
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