Poems of a Different Kind

 
 
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He is our God

He is God in heaven above and on the earth below. God of all the kingdoms of the earth. God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. He is God of all the living and God of all the spirits of flesh.


God of glory and God of mercy and peace. He is the Living and True God, who alone is wise; the Faithful One. The Everlasting Great and Awesome God. He is Jesus, our Great God and Savior.

He is the image of the invisible God, And the One who built all things. He forms the mountains and creates the wind. He calls for the waters of the sea.

He makes the morning darkness, And the day dark as night. He also turns the shadow of death into dawn, And is the only hope in the day of gloom: a refuge from the storm.

He is the True Bread from heaven: the Bread of Life, And the Breath of the Almighty. He is the Fountain of Living Water, And the True and Everlasting Light of Life. He is Jesus, the Great and Everlasting King over all the earth, And King of Heaven.

He is abounding in goodness and truth, Acquainted with grief. He searches the mind and heart, revealing His secrets, And declares to man what His thoughts are.

He is the Commander of Yahweh's army, The One who comes in the Name of Yahweh. The Desire of all Nations. The One who is and who was and who is to come,

He was dead and came to life and who lives. The Heir of all things. He is Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith, The Author of Eternal Salvation.

He is the Resurrection and the Life. The Savior of the World, The Way, The Truth and the Life.

Our Redeemer from Everlasting. He loves us and washed us from our sin. The Lamb without blemish and without spot. The Lamb of God, who was slain.

He is our righteousness and sanctification and redemption. He is Jesus, Son of David, The Lion of the tribe of Judah. And He stands ready to judge the living and the dead.

-All references to Jesus are out of the Bible: translations were not taken into account. 

 

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Absolutes in a World of Grey

Drizzt Do'Urden- all rights reserved R.A. Salvatore
"And questions of immorality seemed crystalline clear." -Drizzt Do'Urden reminiscing while sitting on Kelvin's Cairn.

-The Pirate King by R.A. Salvatore

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"The light of a moral law illuminates the differences between good and evil, distinguishing between right and wrong, and distinctly defines day from night, light and darkness.

Governed by moral duties it invokes a moral sense within a person to perceive the capacity for benevolence and malice. According to their conscience they judge between the two, right or wrong. They apply this philosophy of the nature and grounds of moral obligation to their own life, whether for good or for evil.

The immoral person removes themselves from this strict law of absolutes. They are unable to perceive the capacity for benevolence and malice. They are wicked and inequitable- having no conscience to judge between good and evil.

Blurring the intangible law, they create shades of grey where there was once only light and dark. Being inconsistent and contrary to morality they undermine and corrupt the morals of others, rendering them distrustful and hopeless. In such a world a good man becomes rich and an evil man goes to church."

-Definitions for morality and immorality were taken from: 'The New Webster Encyclopedic Dictionary of the English Language'. 1978     

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The earth rumbled across the valley, as if waking the mountains to witness what would transpire before them that day. Out of the west, with shields in front and banners held high, the army spread out across the battlefield. Ready with eagerness, mixed with trepidation, the Western army gave a war cry that could be heard for miles around.

Their shields of blue and swords of steel radiated the heat and light of the early afternoon sun as all the warriors squinted in the brightness. Oak pikes were brought through the defensive line, fifteen foot poles peaked with razor sharp serrated blades- which were long and sharp enough to rip through horse and rider. The stocks were firmly planted into the dusty ground and angled toward the raging star. They were ready to meet the charge.

The Eastern cavalry thundered down the low lying foothill, adding to the cacophony that was already echoing around the mountains. The horses, knowing how they were to die that day, nervously fought their masters but were unable to flee. The riders, holding tightly to the reins, were clad in the same intricately designed plate-mail armour as their mounts and made it look as if centaurs were taking the field of battle. Despite being blinded by the glare of the sun that radiated off their opponents shields, they kicked their mounts into a charge.

Powerful wizards on both sides had already begun their deadly barrage of magical fire, igniting the surrounding tinder dry land and trees into ablaze. Streaks of lightning flashed across the blue sky.

Each man had made their decision that day, being guided by the light of a moral law. Their moral sense guiding them to this moment. Their conscience evaluating their every decision, perceiving the capacity for benevolence and malice. Each had come to this battle out of their own discernment of duty, whether for good or for evil. But they would never know who their true enemy was.

Thirteen men watched intently through a magical mirror from far away of what was transpiring on the field. It didn't matter to them who would be victorious, although they had placed bets. The assemblage had waited generations for this outcome.

They had corrupted the moral certainty of society bit by bit, selling the people half-truths, falsehoods and twisted ethics. Casting a grey shadow over each individuals conscience. They had blurred the absolutes of right and wrong.

They didn't care about the suffering they would cause, or the sorrow they created, and the hopelessness that ensued. Blood was on their hands for the countless people that had already died because of their subversive tactics. They cared nothing for money or power- just the corruption left in their wake to bring into realization their goals.

The people would be ignorant until the end. Eventually the masses of both sides of this war would come crawling to them for protection and willingly give away their freedom. They would rule as gods.


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