Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Have you Heard?


Have you Heard?

Do I hear him? you ask today. 
Even with all in disarray.
Do I really need to listen?
Am I really a true Christian?

I need time to sit very still.
Think Jesus, that cross on the hill.
For he is the Way to return.
Eternal truths you'll want to learn. 

The invitation has been set.
Have you found ways to hear him yet?
Now is the time to be better.
Even more often does matter.


Monday, March 23, 2020

The Unfolding


The Unfolding

Hold in your hands, read with your eyes.
This is the sign, a restored prize.
Past days never to be forgotten.
Sacred translation did blossom.

'Twas provided the way and means.
Heavenly directed not always in dreams.
A restoration that started 200 years ago.
Continues even today, enjoy the show. 

Saturday, March 21, 2020

The Tutor

The Tutor



After the Call, now what to do.
God sent him the Tutor who knew.
Over many a visits he had with him.
His cup of knowledge spilled over the rim.

I can't imagine all things that he learnt
Great expectations that might over exert.
How could he ever do this thing.
Can you see or hear what he did bring?

The tutor talked of a book to read
With help of translation he would need.
A warning of destruction to be heeded,
Five times repeated for it was needed.

Cautioned he was, this book was made of gold.
he never was to let go or brake the hold.
Nor should he consider it to be sold. 
If he did then God would come down and scold.

The tutor trained him 4 more years.
So he could clear out all his fears.
Now he had it then the work could begin.
Translating this book was truly a great win. 

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

The Call


The Call

I walk in the path and follow his imprints.
Wonder if I should follow the blueprints. 
Searching for what i am looking for.
Direction and guidance is not on the dance floor.

Reading words about what was the result.
I find a story that is to consult. 
Evil came as a force, much like a cancer. 
God the Father and the Son came to answer. 

Bringing a message as is done today.
Just ask your question and he'll answer away.
It's a gift that comes from his hands to all.
Just do like was done and make the call. 


Background to poem
Many years ago I remember reading the story of the First Vision, it wasn't the first and it wasn't the last. I have had the opportunity to share the story with many others.  I have visited the place known as the sacred grove. I have had answers to my own prayers.  This poem shares  my experiences mixed with the story.

Knock on Heaven's Door

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