THE ONE AND ONLY THING
When my father, mother, friends,
Hired-hand-keepers instead
Of shepherds; when my dadda
And momma forsake me, the
Lord will take me up. Be glad
When Job’s friends stand; be the
Voice of Satan’s-reason,- “That
In history, we have seen
No such instance of someone
Falling into such unspeak-
-Ably horrible cala-
-Mitites, none that have not been
From their great sin, from which: that,
From us do you keep!” Thence He
Who Sits On The Throne to them
Said: “Wrath ‘be for the ‘two these.
You have not spoken right as
My Job has. For pray shall he
For thee; his I will accept,
Lest after your folly treat
I thee. He spoke right.”- For thence
God blessed Job more grandly
In his end than He had in
His beginning. And they that
Came were glad to comfort him.
With Jesus, many ‘us small
Jesus’s, hanging ‘their tin
Crosses- ones as did ball with
Laughter whilst His clothes splitting
Offered the vinegars ’their
Sold souls, no comforts bringing.
And if that was all there was
To tell as Pharisee, Sadu-
-Cee histories swell with crass
Lies built on anti-christ ties,
But in the beginning was
The Word and The Word was with
God and The Word was God. Thence
The Word became flesh and did
Live amongst us. But we, yet
‘Genius as Job’s friends to whit
Knew Him not; knew Job not, twill
Continue to know those He chose
From before all began, we
Who suffer with, for Him.. not.
Good news though: the third day He
Rose from the dead, had gone, got
From satan death and hell’s keys
… And there was naught Belial could
do about it.
And some watching Christ there die
As all before and since, will
Some stand defendants, some high
Above near God, and those still,
‘Lifetime’s chances ‘accept nigh
God’s Son did not, will not still,
Shall each bow on their knees, site
The Saints- His brethren; ‘juries
Chosen: esteemed, glowing white.
… And there will naught anything
Be they can do about eye-t.
Thence their tongues as to sing,
Lifting, mouths agape will cry
As one to The King Of Kings:
“Jesus Christ is Lord,” Even
The Snake, Satan himself shall
Bow his belly, and take then
His great name; not in vain chants.
And He will ask each one their
Own life’s questions, for instance:
“When I needed loving hands
To pick me up ‘for they ‘beat
Me, you left me; when I cried
Inside my mother’s belly,
‘I want life!’ You let lady
Doctor pull me scared, screaming,
Execute me for your crime,
Crush my skull and throw me - sight-
Unseen into a trash can;
When my family needed
Clothes so the Child Protective
Services man would not be
Back to kidnap my sisters
And I, without warrant, cause,
And crimes against God and His
Humanity on his wings,
Destroying our family,
You gave us nothing; When we
Nut jobs sat under the steep
Bridge on Tempe’s Downtown keep,
Hades heat thirsting us
And we asked thee money or
Water, you refused us and
That very night we died there,
Sending sweet spirits home;” And
This particular will chant:
“Lord! When ever did I there
Leave you thirsty?” “Whence canst thou
Do naught to the least of these
And not do therefore to Me?
Get thee into the outer
Darkness- whence for you there be
Weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
And though I AM would like see
All live and not perish, sure-
Devil-children like these will
Be taken by mighty angels
And cast into The Lake Of
Fire… And there will be not
A single thing, word, cry, shove
Of fate as they used, that will
Do anything about it.
- A lighthouse is Israel’s house.
A beacon. Jehova urged:
“Ask the animals, they’ll teach,
The birds, they’ll tell; speak ye sore
Earth, it will teach, let fish sing
In your ear for which of these
Does not know I have made ye?
In My hand are all creatures.
The breath of all mankind.”
Yet as I live Israel,
His people, if proof un-signed -
Off by rejectors of Him,
By its existence inflames
The God-hate, wicked hearts- tis
The sign no woman escapes:
The oldest of the ancients
Still intact- language, and all;
Each Prophecy, history
Concerning them since the fall
Has happened exactly. Be
They blind who cannot see all
Jews called by Him back from
The ends of the earth and in
Usual, astonishing,
Only-God-Could-Have-Done-It-
Fashion took Jerusalem-
The only flag God planted
(For anyone) on earth waiting-
Proving the Bible is true.
Yay, the wise of this day cry
“They are oppressors!” Whilst they
Successfully fight off each tide
From a near-continent stayed
On their annihilation.
Anti-Semite-world, like ‘they
Father the snake, can’t stand reminders-
Living that since The Word ‘bout
The Jews has come true, ‘means the
Words about their judgement’ now
And soon ‘true indeed. ‘Like but
One ‘them enemies ‘round strike
A killing blow - prove God wrong.
But If every ballistic,
Nuclear weapon on earth
Were at once spent, sent ‘they
For The Promised Land, unearth
They would the wrath, ‘Archangel
Michael- charged by the LORD ‘keep
Israel safe, even a
Remnant. He’d laugh. Tie a rope
‘Round each pea-projectile, send
Sputtering ‘deep space, echoing
The futility of flesh
Against the Almighty. So
As each and every one frets,
… Not a single scheme will blow
This reminder of their doom
From this earth. What God said will
Happen to His people, who,
Where, when will be. No frill, fraught
Declarations of sitting
Mages will suffice. They will
Be ‘mongst those defeat the
anti-christ… And there was, is,
Shall be not a single thing
Any one in creation
Will be able to do
About it. He will refund
His children ‘wicked ones
Takes… And there is nothing they
Can do about it. God does
Favor His children- not for
Their own righteousness, nor thus
Because it is fair, but for
He is theirs… And there be not one
Thing the raging heathen, sore
In jealous lust can to ‘bout it.
A thousand of them shall fall
At the feet of one child of
God, but this world’s harms will stall;
Leaving them be… And there is
Naught they can do about it.
No matter how many this
Earth holds in population,
God “Provides for all; even
The wicked.” Their scams, leading
To World domination, wench
Of Babylon their beast- she
Waits her conquest. But woman
Born to man will never bleach
This earth of life… And there ‘be
No thing these false-christ canst do
About it. Nations shall rise
Against Nations, Person-groups
Against person-groups, ripe, vile
People will get worse, more, more,
Till as Noah’s day they find
‘Near all do nothing but all sore,
Wicked things-all they devise
In their hearts: stealing, killing, raping,
Destroying, et al. And lest
God shortened those days no babes
Of humankind were left ‘live…
And no one-world-order will
Be able to stop these wiles
Of humans and devils thence
Prophesied- try as they do
They instead become the fenced
Door swung open to the dude,
Son-of-Satan, who brings thence
Worse suffering than all before.
We who hope on Christ, believe
On God, have had friends, family
Pastors, prophets, ones who were
Thence charged with our care untie
Us and leave us forsaken.
Broken hearts, minds, lives. Died loved
Ones: ’liked to have killed us. Beaten
By life beyond the poss’ble.
Joy beyond reason. More sons,
Fathers, Mothers, sisters, loves:
With afflictions. Hated but
Loved by Love. Down never out.
Victories dressed up’as losses-
If’n ya don’t know better.
And near the last ‘our steps see
Jesus, loved ones drawing near,
Maybe we’re in a field,
Caught up like a transporter
Shot us ‘cross space- Rapture. Then
Maybe that old man’s final,
Peaceful breaths that call him home.
Being in God’s hands the whole
Time, since Christ died.. there is not
A single thing the snake or his
Bands of people’ll be able
To do about it- can’t ever
Take us from the hands ‘I AM.
… But till the final trumpet
They can accept Christ. That, and
Only that will ever be
The one and only thing they
Can ever do about it.
When my father, mother, friends,
Hired-hand-keepers instead
Of shepherds; when my dadda
And momma forsake me, the
Lord will take me up. Be glad
When Job’s friends stand; be the
Voice of Satan’s-reason,- “That
In history, we have seen
No such instance of someone
Falling into such unspeak-
-Ably horrible cala-
-Mitites, none that have not been
From their great sin, from which: that,
From us do you keep!” Thence He
Who Sits On The Throne to them
Said: “Wrath ‘be for the ‘two these.
You have not spoken right as
My Job has. For pray shall he
For thee; his I will accept,
Lest after your folly treat
I thee. He spoke right.”- For thence
God blessed Job more grandly
In his end than He had in
His beginning. And they that
Came were glad to comfort him.
With Jesus, many ‘us small
Jesus’s, hanging ‘their tin
Crosses- ones as did ball with
Laughter whilst His clothes splitting
Offered the vinegars ’their
Sold souls, no comforts bringing.
And if that was all there was
To tell as Pharisee, Sadu-
-Cee histories swell with crass
Lies built on anti-christ ties,
But in the beginning was
The Word and The Word was with
God and The Word was God. Thence
The Word became flesh and did
Live amongst us. But we, yet
‘Genius as Job’s friends to whit
Knew Him not; knew Job not, twill
Continue to know those He chose
From before all began, we
Who suffer with, for Him.. not.
Good news though: the third day He
Rose from the dead, had gone, got
From satan death and hell’s keys
… And there was naught Belial could
do about it.
And some watching Christ there die
As all before and since, will
Some stand defendants, some high
Above near God, and those still,
‘Lifetime’s chances ‘accept nigh
God’s Son did not, will not still,
Shall each bow on their knees, site
The Saints- His brethren; ‘juries
Chosen: esteemed, glowing white.
… And there will naught anything
Be they can do about eye-t.
Thence their tongues as to sing,
Lifting, mouths agape will cry
As one to The King Of Kings:
“Jesus Christ is Lord,” Even
The Snake, Satan himself shall
Bow his belly, and take then
His great name; not in vain chants.
And He will ask each one their
Own life’s questions, for instance:
“When I needed loving hands
To pick me up ‘for they ‘beat
Me, you left me; when I cried
Inside my mother’s belly,
‘I want life!’ You let lady
Doctor pull me scared, screaming,
Execute me for your crime,
Crush my skull and throw me - sight-
Unseen into a trash can;
When my family needed
Clothes so the Child Protective
Services man would not be
Back to kidnap my sisters
And I, without warrant, cause,
And crimes against God and His
Humanity on his wings,
Destroying our family,
You gave us nothing; When we
Nut jobs sat under the steep
Bridge on Tempe’s Downtown keep,
Hades heat thirsting us
And we asked thee money or
Water, you refused us and
That very night we died there,
Sending sweet spirits home;” And
This particular will chant:
“Lord! When ever did I there
Leave you thirsty?” “Whence canst thou
Do naught to the least of these
And not do therefore to Me?
Get thee into the outer
Darkness- whence for you there be
Weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
And though I AM would like see
All live and not perish, sure-
Devil-children like these will
Be taken by mighty angels
And cast into The Lake Of
Fire… And there will be not
A single thing, word, cry, shove
Of fate as they used, that will
Do anything about it.
- A lighthouse is Israel’s house.
A beacon. Jehova urged:
“Ask the animals, they’ll teach,
The birds, they’ll tell; speak ye sore
Earth, it will teach, let fish sing
In your ear for which of these
Does not know I have made ye?
In My hand are all creatures.
The breath of all mankind.”
Yet as I live Israel,
His people, if proof un-signed -
Off by rejectors of Him,
By its existence inflames
The God-hate, wicked hearts- tis
The sign no woman escapes:
The oldest of the ancients
Still intact- language, and all;
Each Prophecy, history
Concerning them since the fall
Has happened exactly. Be
They blind who cannot see all
Jews called by Him back from
The ends of the earth and in
Usual, astonishing,
Only-God-Could-Have-Done-It-
Fashion took Jerusalem-
The only flag God planted
(For anyone) on earth waiting-
Proving the Bible is true.
Yay, the wise of this day cry
“They are oppressors!” Whilst they
Successfully fight off each tide
From a near-continent stayed
On their annihilation.
Anti-Semite-world, like ‘they
Father the snake, can’t stand reminders-
Living that since The Word ‘bout
The Jews has come true, ‘means the
Words about their judgement’ now
And soon ‘true indeed. ‘Like but
One ‘them enemies ‘round strike
A killing blow - prove God wrong.
But If every ballistic,
Nuclear weapon on earth
Were at once spent, sent ‘they
For The Promised Land, unearth
They would the wrath, ‘Archangel
Michael- charged by the LORD ‘keep
Israel safe, even a
Remnant. He’d laugh. Tie a rope
‘Round each pea-projectile, send
Sputtering ‘deep space, echoing
The futility of flesh
Against the Almighty. So
As each and every one frets,
… Not a single scheme will blow
This reminder of their doom
From this earth. What God said will
Happen to His people, who,
Where, when will be. No frill, fraught
Declarations of sitting
Mages will suffice. They will
Be ‘mongst those defeat the
anti-christ… And there was, is,
Shall be not a single thing
Any one in creation
Will be able to do
About it. He will refund
His children ‘wicked ones
Takes… And there is nothing they
Can do about it. God does
Favor His children- not for
Their own righteousness, nor thus
Because it is fair, but for
He is theirs… And there be not one
Thing the raging heathen, sore
In jealous lust can to ‘bout it.
A thousand of them shall fall
At the feet of one child of
God, but this world’s harms will stall;
Leaving them be… And there is
Naught they can do about it.
No matter how many this
Earth holds in population,
God “Provides for all; even
The wicked.” Their scams, leading
To World domination, wench
Of Babylon their beast- she
Waits her conquest. But woman
Born to man will never bleach
This earth of life… And there ‘be
No thing these false-christ canst do
About it. Nations shall rise
Against Nations, Person-groups
Against person-groups, ripe, vile
People will get worse, more, more,
Till as Noah’s day they find
‘Near all do nothing but all sore,
Wicked things-all they devise
In their hearts: stealing, killing, raping,
Destroying, et al. And lest
God shortened those days no babes
Of humankind were left ‘live…
And no one-world-order will
Be able to stop these wiles
Of humans and devils thence
Prophesied- try as they do
They instead become the fenced
Door swung open to the dude,
Son-of-Satan, who brings thence
Worse suffering than all before.
We who hope on Christ, believe
On God, have had friends, family
Pastors, prophets, ones who were
Thence charged with our care untie
Us and leave us forsaken.
Broken hearts, minds, lives. Died loved
Ones: ’liked to have killed us. Beaten
By life beyond the poss’ble.
Joy beyond reason. More sons,
Fathers, Mothers, sisters, loves:
With afflictions. Hated but
Loved by Love. Down never out.
Victories dressed up’as losses-
If’n ya don’t know better.
And near the last ‘our steps see
Jesus, loved ones drawing near,
Maybe we’re in a field,
Caught up like a transporter
Shot us ‘cross space- Rapture. Then
Maybe that old man’s final,
Peaceful breaths that call him home.
Being in God’s hands the whole
Time, since Christ died.. there is not
A single thing the snake or his
Bands of people’ll be able
To do about it- can’t ever
Take us from the hands ‘I AM.
… But till the final trumpet
They can accept Christ. That, and
Only that will ever be
The one and only thing they
Can ever do about it.