Let the blood of Jesus Christ
The Holy Lamb Son of God
Be stained at the door posts
Of your sinful heart
So that this Covid-19
The virus of death
May pass over you
Amen
Let the blood of Jesus Christ
The Holy Lamb Son of God
Be stained at the door posts
Of your sinful heart
So that this Covid-19
The virus of death
May pass over you
Amen
You can collect a lot of things
Being a collector is easy
Unless what you collect is expensive
But you can collect rocks
Or T shirts
Stamps
Spoons
Whatever that is solid
Coins
Shoes
Paintings
Wines
Yes some of these
Are extremely expensive
And only the rich can obtain
The unobtainable by the poor
And the more you have
The more you want
No matter what the cost
To become the owner
To feel the satisfaction
Of possessing the rare object
That not many or even none other
Has in their possession
To feel special
To satisfy the need to have
To own
To cherish
Without limits
More and more
Labeling as professional collector
To feel even more legitimate
Piling up the boxes
Storage spaces
Being the owner of that special
Rare something
The object of desire
Controlling the behavior
Of the very person that desires it
Until all the objects
No matter how trivial or precious
In any vault or storage box
Outlasts every single owner
That ever lay claim on it
What a year it has been
Who could have foreseen this
Quarantined nation
Wearing masks
So much closures
Cancellations
Deaths
Social distancing
The whole world in fact
Digitally connected
Socially without bounds
Party and pleasure seeking world
Shut down
Closed
Stay away
Or party on and die
Remarkable how much one
Loves to feel self empowered
Feel so special
And sit on top of pedestal
All powerless
Brought down to their knees
Not one more gently
In the face of death
All choosing life
Over death
Premature death
Guaranteed death
Not realizing that
Death unexpected
Unanticipated
Can strike at any moment
Covid or not
If there is one thing you
Can take away from watching
President Trump or other
Undeniably old politicians and others
Is that age really has nothing
To do with one's ability to differentiate
Reality from fiction or delusion
Let alone being replete with wisdom
Age being only a measure
Of how old you are
How physically worn out
Nothing more
In fact the older one gets
The more foolish one becomes
As the mind of a child
Trapped in the aging body
Tries desperately to act mature
To sound mature
To feel secure in their own
Misunderstandings of life
Few succeeding in this endeavor
Most faking their understanding
Some just mimicking others
But all relying on their own faith
On whatever they deem worthwhile
To put their faith to
Which in most part is ludicrous
Flat earth for example
Making grandiose statements
Reveling in self admiration
Hoping to get some oohs and aahs
Perhaps an applaud as well
Oooooh
Aaaaah
Clap clap clap
All deserving of an Oscar
For Christians it is written
And it is understood
At least by what they preach
And what they write
That you cannot work yourself
Doing so much charitable work
Good work helping people
To gain entrance to heaven
That you cannot buy the ticket
Give so much money
Perhaps all of it although none will
To gain entrance to heaven
That you cannot reason
Intellectually come to faith
Understand the truth by logic
To gain entrance to heaven
That you cannot own and preach
The gospel and truth
Perhaps bringing others to faith
To gain entrance to heaven
Working
Pouring money
Reasoning
Preaching
All good for the Kingdom
Glorifying God yet
None that will open up to them
The gates of heaven
As none of the above
Leads to the state of
Absolute humility
But to arrogance
A day longed
Longed for so long
2020 November 7th
The day the People
Of The United States
Of America
Declared to the world
That we have chosen
The New President
And Vice President
Joe Biden
And Kamala Harris
A new hope
A new pride
For the democracy
And this country