Reality

Reality

(by R.P.Edwards) 

Reality is

That we are His

And He knows how to keep

So as we go

A tempered woe

An abbreviated weep

For unlike those

In hopeless throes

Our parting's a brief delay

This gentle night

A brief respite

Before His brilliant, eternal day

As comes with the territory of aging (I suppose), I seem to attend more funerals than weddings of late. 

A recent one involved the passing of a dear saint (as in, believer in Jesus) in her 90's. I hadn't spoken to her in years but I'm sure her faith hadn't wavered and her entrance into the direct presence of the Savior she loved was (and is) a joyous one.  

However, sadness at the separation is natural, but for those who "know" it really is only a temporary goodbye. That's why "knowing" is key. The minister at the funeral was careful to supply the directions.

Well, a song arose from the experience and the thought came to sing it in two languages. Since I'm only fairly proficient in one (English, American version), I needed help with the other (Spanish). Google translate was useful but, through a divine linkage a kind coworker fine-tuned the vocabulary and pronunciation. The youtube link is above. I pray it does some good for those in need.

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Master of the Sea, we look to you

 

 

 

 

 

Integrity

(by R.P.Edwards)

 

Integrity in short supply

Though winds and waves bombard

Though "ease" and "grace"

Speak face to face

And whisper, "It's too hard."

Though "others" bend

Yet do not end

And excuses rise and fall

Integrity will stay the course

Having surrendered simply...all. 

I have an older brother, Bill, who, from my memories of him (post Christ) is steeped in...integrity. One area of his resolve was his long waiting for a mate. No compromise. No squishy Christian relativism. But a determined "holding on" to the mighty Savior and His faithfulness. It took a while but--years in the making--a wonderful, godly woman became his wife. They have been blessed with three "mighty in God" offspring. 

Well, there was a suggestion that perhaps a "song" about these dynamic two could be made. It was a lighthearted aside...but I think the Lord thought otherwise. Thus, with God's help and to His glory the above song was made. I hope it is a blessing to them...and others. Thanks for viewing. 

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Evil is NOT okay

 

 

 Evil's Okay

(by R.P.Edwards)

 

Evil's okay

Says the wicked on high

Evil's okay

Say the R's who don't try

Evil's okay

Say the three lettered shills

Evil's okay

Says the "doctor" who kills

Evil's okay

Says the watchdog gone mad

Evil's okay

Say the jurists gone bad

Evil's okay

Say the media snakes

Evil's okay 

Say the "blues" on the take

Evil's okay

Say the Unions "in spite"

Evil's okay

Say execs from their heights

Evil's okay

Say the clergy who bow

Evil's okay

Said as teachers kowtow...

 

 

 

The photo above, taken of a framed remembrance of my C-vid encounter, seems appropriate as, at this writing the Supreme Court is sought to restrain the madness of the "supposed" leader of our country.

Oh, it was an interesting experience (my bout with "it"). Like many (most) I survived. Yes, it was troubling; mainly because we've been "told" of the seriousness of the "NOT" swine flu. "A killer!" they opined (and opine). AND, of course it certainly can be, especially when medications that COULD help...are forbidden (much could be written on this). But, with answered prayer and wise supplements and actions...it passed.

 

But now, today. 

 

As this offering is written the Highest Court in the land is sought to remedy the incredible overreach of those who insist ALL bend and be injected with the barely tested vac-ine that somehow doesn't really act like one (see "measles" and other vac-ines that actually work). They're adamant, driven, and frankly, reckless in their pursuit. AND, since so many are willfully persuaded that lawlessness is an acceptable means to an end...the END...is in sight.

And so, as company executives (many) prepare to joyously (let's be honest) stick it (no pun intended) to those who butter their bread; AND as many workers drag their steel toed shoes in the sand to create the line they simply WILL NOT cross; it's a time for heroes and cads. We've certainly had plenty of the latter, but now it's time for backbones to stiffen and the evil of this age, before it is passed to our children...to be dealt with.

The poem concludes, 

...Yes, evil's okay

Say the many, en masse

BUT GOD SAYS

NO...IT'S NOT

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