Be Alive in Christ’s Miracle of Life

I am alive, great miracle
Alive, miracles awake
When you live for miraculous
Wonders, and feed upon life’s miracle.

Live alive, for life’s a miracle
A miracle is this life, liven
It up with the miracles so alive.
Be alive, for life’s a miracle.

Know to be alive is a miracle
And alive now, this miracle
Will liven you to the miracle
Of life’s living miracle.

It is a marvel to be alive
And to have life, is wonder
Know to live and be alive, miraculous
Is the life you live, alive in wonders.

Live life, for it’s a miracle, alive
This good miracle, awaken, and breathe
And find purpose to your wonder filled life.
For life is good, and to be alive is wonderful.

Life, the phenomenon of glory lives
And it is breath in your lungs, and miracle
Though it is, never forget living’s miraculous.
Sleep, awake, go to your day’s splendor.

Life is such a wonderful miracle
Live, and be alive, and know it is good.
The heartbeat from pulses a wonder
The breath in your lungs a splendor.

Live life, and live, and be rich in beauty
Of life’s purpose, and wonderfully live
And give your heart to wisdom and works
Of charity, for love is alive, and perfect.

Life is truly a gift, and a miraculous diadem
So be alive in full breath and glory, for the pulse is a wonder
And the wonder of life, the wonder of love, is good.
Live, and tell all your journeys, and God’s deliverance.

Get rich in truth, and rich in mercy, and live
For only by miraculous gift can you do so
And only by Christ's good power can you live.
Your heartbeat's electricity is a miracle.

Feed upon what's good, and live
And abstain from what is evil, and shun what is false
And know life is rich in mercy and blessing
And though Devils try to steal your grace, live through Christ's power.

I am alive, great miracle
Alive, miracles awaken
When you live for miraculous
Wonders, and feed upon life’s miracle.

Awaken my harp, to life's blessings
And awaken my love, to truth and echoes of purpose
And give my heart wonders of life
That I meditate on the good, and chew on life's bounty.

For I am alive, and life's a miracle
And though I am wearied by the storms, I am alive.
The storms come, they go, but life remains unchanged
A miraculous diadem in the hand of Our God.

So live, and seek righteousness all the days of your life.
Phenomenon of glory, is life's electric pulse
And the consciousness of man a glory
That the brain's cholesterol stores a lifetime.

Know life is good, and life is best when lived for others,
And be alive in their splendor, and love them truly
With truth in your innermost bones, and wonder
To immortality, in heaven's bliss.

Life truly is a miracle, and truly is a blessing
So therefore, take from it your lessons and strokes.
And complete the journey, and be thrown into the river
Of God's love, and ascend the journey to eternal life.

Cleave to Christ for life, always, and journeys made, miraculous
Vision proceeds, that troubled thoughts come, and go, so live
And do not succumb to death, that wicked angel, but live and work good!
Forget the echoes of pasts that were never yours.

Be renewed in your mind, and live for truth
Through the miraculous vision of Christ
And seek peace all your days, and goodness and mercy
And you shall be believed all your days and full of glory.

Love Christ with your whole heart, and mercy's breath
And live, do not doubt the shadows of past sins, but live in Christ's forgiveness.
For who knows if mercy will compasse you
And sustain you on your journey to life's sweet end?

Alive, alive, awake, awake, miraculous visions
Bring to life, that you have purpose in this life
And that purpose is to love your neighbor as yourself.
Purpose is a miracle, and so is love, and they are alive.

What else is alive is found in Christ's love,
And mercy and truth compasse you all,
And make you filled with Spirit's truth and alive.
For it is everlasting life He brings, a gift and miracle.

Only He can accomplish it, and only if you want
So seek the LORD's forgiveness in all things, and stay alive
And breathe, and work works of truth in your inward parts.
Love, and be sealed, and seek Forgiveness and a Name in Heaven.

I am alive, great miracle
Alive, miracles awaken
When you live for miraculous
Wonders, and feed upon life’s miracle.

Mercy's wonders are new every day
And be filled with life, and wake, and see what new mercies
Love has in store for you, and work righteousness and forgiveness
And do not shame, nor condemn, nor reap a sown field of anger.

Love the LORD your God with all your heart, if He allows
And seek Him all your days, and live, and awake, and be alive
For salvation is a miracle, and only through Him can you live.
Seek, and do not be ashamed, and live, and awaken, and see the gift.

Doubts creep in whether you should live, but awake, and know the miracle
Of life is too sweet to be embittered by dark shadows... Live in the gift
And love your LORD with everything, and perhaps He'll have mercy.
Love Him, and your Neighbor, and that is God's gift.

Genius comes from the LORD, and is a miracle, so live
And testify that He is good, and great, and you shall honestly live
And teach all sound wisdom, and alive you shall breathe
And on your last breath, breathe for eternity in the miracle of grace.

For Thanatos and Eros battle, live! You fool! Live! Life's a gift!
For Death and Life battle, live! You fool! Live! Life's a gift!
Do not give up the electro-chemical heartbeat, of life!
Live you fool! Live, and obtain the prize Mercy!

So shall I do, and forever be at peace, for peace is God's gift.
Would you not agree, that life is a miracle, and alive
We shall awaken one day to better fields, and cleaner pastures
And love our neighbors as ourselves, with perfect charity?

So free yourself from the chains of unforgiveness, and be alive
Through Christ's grace, for only by miracle can you unyoke
Yourself from the burdens of malaise and darkness; be alive you fool!
And find mercy, peace and wisdom, the gifts from God.

One last thing I say, before I let off, is to be alive is a miracle
The chemical of electricity, the spirit of love, the conscience of man
It is what we're made of, the Blood, the Spirit and the Water.
So live, one last thing I tell you... is live you fool!

I will not be a prophet, for you choose this day, to be alive in life's miracle
Or to perish on the wayside, of destitution and despair. To be alive is a miracle.
No sin is too great, no blaspheme too strong, stay alive, for life's a miracle
And obtain the heavenly treasure buried in the field.

On The Lineage of the Prophets

Okay, so actually, the tradition of the Bible dates back to Neolithic Times—as the Book of Job comes from that era.

There was a Patriarchal line, which kept record of the stories, such as the Garden of Eden or the Flood or Tower of Babel, which was inherited to Mesopotamia through Abraham and Shem. And Abraham codified the Law—which Moses would use in the Torah—which you can find in Hammurabi's code. And also the stories in Genesis where given through two codexes, one from Jacob’s line and the other from Abraham and Isaac’s. El from Mesopotamia and Yahweh from Egypt.

So, this Patriarchal line was preserved, and their traditions, through Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and codified by Moses around 1300bc, where he merged the manuscripts, and took the Laws of Abraham and made them into the Books of Deuteronomy and Leviticus, with a priesthood. And he was given the Ten Commandments directly from God. And the books of Moses were a Polemic against Sin.

Then, Christ came into the World, and abolished the Law and Testament of Moses—because it was not good—and gave us a pure law of Conscience, as God entered into the World in the Flesh of a Man, and died by crucifixion, and was buried, and raised on the third day, and ascended into heaven, where He is seated next to God, ready to come back and judge the living and the dead.

On Banning Rainbow Flags in Texas

I don’t know if I like this. Because at what point does bringing a Bible to a classroom become a crime? Or saying a prayer? Just let the rainbow flags alone. They’re not the worst thing in the world, and I kind of like them. A solid, anti-Homosexuality Christian here, but do unto your neighbor as you would have them do to you. It’s not something depraved. It’s just a rainbow. And we ought to have mercy on them, as we ourselves want to obtain mercy. And preach the full gospel of repentance of sin, and teach them their sins are going to lead them to hell.

Transgenderism needs to be banned from schools, though, as that actually hurts people. A rainbow flag does not. At least it shouldn’t. Like you wouldn’t allow students to copulate in the school, why would you let them mutilate themselves and go into public Locker Rooms and expose themselves? It’s a line that you cross, from ideas to action.

Just like with Christianity, you can cross that line. It should lead you to bold and good actions in Christ Jesus, of Charity, Mercy and Good Will. And also teaching truth. It’s like, I’ve read many Martyrdoms over the past two months, and you have to realize there’s two Christians in that room. The one is killing the other for a difference of belief. And every single one of those martyrs, they preach on mercy, forgiveness and truth. And every single one of those Inquisitors wants to kill them over something as banal as baptism. Understand those things, because that’s the reality we’re all facing. Not a single one of those martyrs were actually killed for their baptism, either. It was the faith their baptism represented, which is purity, truth, love and goodness. They found the Catholic Church was Antichrist at that time, and teaching people that they could sin. That’s what led them to get baptized, was they coveted righteousness. And that’s the only thing you ought to covet, is the LORD’s righteousness, and be purified through a good conscience in Christ Jesus.

I also have to say, the Inquisitors knew their Bibles, too, and had perfect Theology. Theology isn’t what saves you.

We Struggle Not With Flesh and Blood

The codex to my poetry, is to understand
It through the lens of scripture:
"We struggle not with flesh and blood,"
"Remove the mote in thine own eye
"Before removing the mote in thy brother's."
I purge the demons from my soul
And fight them in mortal combat...
With the armor of God,
The Helmet of Salvation
The Shield of Faith
The Sword of the Word of God and Spirit
The Shoes of the Preparation of the Gospel wherever I may go
The Belt of Truth
The Gauntlets of Charity
The Aegis of Righteousness.

Be careful, when wrestling with demons,
The Wise Sage Dark Philosopher said,
"Lest you become just like them."
Yes, I understand my wicked brother
The demons in you, but what about the demons in me?
Those I shall fight, so I can conquer those like you
With the truth, and kindness, and a tongue of joy and blessing
And wrest my words though you do,
You shall find them formed from a charitable heart.
We war with the princes who wish dominion over us,
Saying, "Take the world, you disgusting Christian
"And we shall satisfy all thy lusts!"
And so we fight, and do no unclean thing.
And are empowered to think no unclean thought.

And though the better angels sit on your right shoulders
And the Devil too, on your left,
The devil whispers unclean things
And the Angel says, "Believe, that's all that you need;
"And then you can do what's truly right."
And so I resist the devil,
And listen to peace...
Oh, Mercy find me! So I am not 
In the bonds of bitterness and gall by means of  great iniquity.

Through the Whispers

Oh my LORD, I walk through a wormy place
Where the Satan whispers all my fears.
I hear his curses in my thoughts,
And I hear him whisper in my ears.

The dead set ablaze are all around me
And hell is in my inward parts
LORD, raise me up in baptism's waters
And keep me on a steady way so I shall not depart.

LORD, the great and mighty tempest
Blows within my stormy gall;
The great fallen angels trump around me
And they wish to cause my mortal fall.

LORD, the demons raise my hairs
And they make me fear their awesome might.
Yet, my LORD, make me wise beyond my years
Let me win the awesome, worthy fight.

Great are you LORD, to stay off every fear
And great are you and awesome too.
Raise my head above my sorrows
And cause my heart to worship You.

Great fears have troubled me,
And blasphemes whispered
By the people I see around.
Sad faces are there with vapors

LORD, let my heart be never proud.
LORD, cause me to walk with fear
And cause me to find. Mercy's Truth;
LORD, redeem me from their jeers

And cause me to be Thy awesome proof.
LORD, I have a song to sing
I am near my final bed.
Give me place to resist death's sting

Let me have a place to place my head
In heaven's bosom and truth abounding
Let me be with Thee and thy Mercy's fruit.
LORD, save me from my sinning

And let me bear total good truth
To sing thy Word to every ear
And let me be with Thy grace and Cheer
And when they come to wrest my words

LORD Keep me in thy precious truth.
When they come to eat me up
LORD let me awake from this awful dream.
LORD, take me up, and let me be with Thee.

John Bunyan’s Struggle With Satan’s Blasphemy

Satan has a habit of attacking us wherever we are. He whispered blasphemies in Bunyan's mind, and caused him great distress. Just stay fast to God, as that's one of the Devil's vilest tricks, to try and push you away from the LORD. Is to make you feel like you have committed the unpardonable sin, or blasphemed, and He will try to do this, in order to cause a rift between you and God. Do not fall for it, or fall into the temptation.

https://www.ocduk.org/ocd/history-of-ocd/john-bunyan/#:~:text=Yea%2C%20then%20was%20I%20most,strangely%20snatched%20away%2C%20and%20possessed

The Abomination of Desolation

Army of one hundred forty nations
All banded together in thy billions,
Murdering, raping, eating human flesh;
Semen and cum flows in rivers, and so does blood.
You surround Jerusalem, yes you do.
Bombs cannot destroy you, for you,
Like the Jews who expelled thy forbearers
From the land before you, thy Canaanite hordes
Practice the orgies, cannibalism and ecstasies
Of thy fathers, the devils, and shall be destroyed
At Hemmeggedon. And you expel truth from the land.
Yet, Christ comes back, and is just in slaying
All of you with the sword... as you bear and grit
The Eternal darkness of your primordial soup.