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   THE DREAM Last night as I slept I had a dream, so real and vivid, with me now it seems. First I stood in a crowd that raged as a man stood before others, free but caged. Questions were asked of Him in disguise, His answers were honest, I thought with surprise. We all move Him from place to place and as a cock crowed, I saw a change in His face. Each time He was asked just who He is, the Son of man, He would exclaim, have I not told you this? I knew this man had done no wrong; somehow I was helpless, caught in the throng. The burden He bore was so very great, so help He was given as He walked to his fate, but still it showed on his shoulderas all He bore. I knew it wasn't the cross He carried, but something much more as He walked the path to the hill of the skull. My eyes looked to heaven and thought how dull, no stars or sunlight, no brightness He found, hardly enough light to cast shadows on ground. He freely lay himself on the tree, His arms He outstrethched as He glanced at me. I watched and heard each mallets's blow as the spikes were driven and deeper they'd go. His face was twisted in pain, His feet placed together, it started again. Now His body, nailed firmly in place, He is risen up high, as if into space as the weight of the cross was slid in the hole I look and wonder where is His anger, where did it go? I have watched as this man is wrongfully accused, slapped and beaten and in every way abused. Yet, He has no anger for those who raise him on high. I listen to His words as I pass closer by and I hear what seems as pure love, as He raised His head of thorns and looks up above. Not hatred or bitterness or wrath is said, He spoke and slowly bowed His head. His words played over and over as I think and the guard offers him Vinegar to drink, even in mercy something for pain is brought, He refusees it all knowing, bearing this was His lot. But those words I will never forget, now when awake, I remember them yet. His body tightened with all the pain and I heard Him cry out again. Then, the whole world seemed to grow so dark, and I knew this day was to be some sort of mark. As thunder from high could be heard, the earth opened up, none spoke not a word. This was a great vent in time and His words still linger in my mind. After all He suffered and had to endure, His words of love, so real and so pure. What did He say, what was it that was done? His last cry was why have you forsaken your son? These words are not the ones I recall best, sit and listen as I tell you the rest. His head turned up as to look to the sun, and He prayed, forgive them for what they have done. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com CHOICES each day I wake and look to the sky I wonder when and why but then I think from where it all came remembering that He remains the same the words are clear if only we look the answers are found written in His book each writer was given sweet inspiration do not neglect it in our desperation seek all knowledge and wisdom therein then that is when we must begin Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com PRAYER As I bow down to Thee I pray I ask the same each and every day. Great alms and praise to Thee I give wanting to eternally live. Still I wonder why the silence, Lord, You know, I need more guidance. Copyright © by James, 1999 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com THE ANSWER Where has the time gone? Where is it all? What have we done? We sit and watch the time, waiting for it all to unwind. This world we have, its great treasure, all its wonders, all its pleasures. The time we've shared with all those here, friends of life, things we hold dear. These we know will all soon pass, as if seen through a clear glass. What will we do when the time will come, will I be ready when it's all done? This question only one will know, I ask Him when in prayer I go. His answer, I keep deep in my mind, "Keep watch my child for that time." Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com WALK HIS WAY A spirit fell to me one day saying, "Come, let me show you the way." Fought His way my life would go, His love I sought but I did not know. This same great spirit slow did guide, with me each day it would abide. Standing tall, I walked so proud, 'till my adversary would take me down sending in the darts and snares all that could tempt me to go there as I walked the new path I southt forgetting with blood I was bought. The same spirit with me would stay, but I must first walk His way. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com  WHEN THE END IS HERE When it is done and the end is here, what do we have or hold dear? We have our words we shared this day, and memories of those touched along the way. So look to the heart and see what's done, how will you sleep and wake with morning sun? Have we helped or hurt, touched or pushed? If you could change this day would it be a wish? Just bow your head and thank Him too that He doesn't remember all we do because we ask Him to forgive, and through His son's blood we all can live. Now wake and start this day anew. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com WHEN THIS WORLD SHALL PASS What is it will be done on that great day of the Son? When all this world from us shall pass and we stand knowing this is last. You and I, side by side, thinking we have weathered the tide; when we have been put to the test do we try to do our best or did we simply take the way of ease when it's His will we should please? Alone we face Him and His great love, not just our Savior, now our judge. So think now what will be done, the day we face the Son. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com OUR SAVIORS BIRTH The night was clear, all heaven open, a new time here on earth to begin, a star alone to light a path for those who sought to save Him from wrath. Angels proclaimed this great birth the Son of God and Savior on earth. Was there a trumpet with this great news. did it ring through out all pews? The skies did they open up to show us of our flowing cup? Where is this one the angels say? He lies in a barn beside animals in hay. His birth, a humble one at best but in His death we see the rest. Who is this great and noble one? Our Savior, Gods own son. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com THE LESSON I went to God in prayer today and asked Him please to show the way. I told him of the things I'd done; of friends and family, confidences I'd won. All my great deeds and accomplishments, how others look to me; letter of praise they'd sent. Oh how proud I was to tell Him this, without a word of things I'd missed. Not about the opportunities, to speak of Him, no none of these; the children I passed without a look, the hungry I gave not a single look. Vehemently I boasted with such pride, and His work I took in stride. I talked only of what I had done, nothing of the Father or the Son. As I knelt with my head held high, it was as though I could hear Him sign. He softly touched my very heart, then said, "My child, this is where we must start. Look not to do all these great things, remember the carpenter, his hammer rings. One nail at a time, great mansions builds." The more He spoke, the lower I knelt, 'till finally, my face to the floor, crying and asking, show me more. Then with a sweet kiss of love, He showed me my home up above, how there will be no hunger there, not pain or suffering anywhere. I asked Him, "Why show me this?" His words came, "This is what you will miss. Yeah, but not you alone, others, if my work goes undone." I arose, no longer thinking of myself, reaching higher to the top shelf where a dusty book had long lain still, His holy word, His great will. Again a sign and I could hear "My heart," He said, "draw thee near." Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com ALAS, A TRIP preparing my worldy possessions ready now to go a journey I must take, somewhere I longed for so you see, this place I'm ready for, was built just for me it is a mansion in a house made just to please each li'l stone was laid with love, carefully put in place the mortar was precious, bought you see, it's by His grace still I prepare longing for to see this special place I was told was waiting there for me what? why do I pack so many things I own? well to be honest, it's for others, when I have finally gone there are those here who need them more, for there they have no use and I won't be able to go in if this world I cannot lose so I pack them each one with tender care and love for I need them not when I join my Father up above Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com COURAGE FROM WITHIN Alone I stand in this world of pain, watching, waiting, what's to gain? It is for me to choose my path or risk the chance of another's wrath. Standing here, standing still, a path I must choose. Asking, seeking from within what I must do. One it seems would be easy, a paved road for me, the other, it's less traveled, greater risk I see. But seek the goal is what I've been taught, look not to self but to Him for with a price I am bought. Standing here, but not alone, a friend here now with me. I am at your side, courage is what you need. But think not of the risk involved, it is the reward ahead, for did I not raise again after three days I was dead? Now the path I choose, the one a rougher road. As I travel now, I know it was not as I was told. The bumps are not as big, each one smaller still. For as I look not to myself, easier to do His will. Courage, well not as much when yu finally start. Follow the path, my friend, be led by your heart. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com IF I HAD JUST LOOKED Lord, I walked alone one day looking my best to find my way, and path to path I did trod never once asking, "help me God." The times were spent in much dispair not knowing then 'cause You weren't there, but I walked it alone or so I thought until its end I finally got, there I found You stood close by. If I had just looked on high this lesson I now hold close, seek ye first Father, Son and Ghost for walk not with your head hung down, but look up and all around. For the one whose lead we must follow is held up high, not down below. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com NO GREATER LOVE A dream here I would live if to all those without I could give those who thirst let them drink and feed the hungry this I think. But the thirst I could not quench, nor the hunger awakened by a pinch, in reality it is not I for their thirst and hunger will not pass by lest the One who fed them all, His word they seek, lest they fall. There we find our own great peace, no greater love than all of these. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com All Poems by James are Copyrighted and as are all other copyrighted materials, may not be published, printed, used or copied without the express written permission of the author. Violating copyright laws places you in legal jeopardy. Contact with James may be obtained by writing to KisSoSoft@aol.com I will forward any mail, comments or requests to him. Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please visit often since new poetry such as those above, written by talented authors, is being always being added. I bribe the authors. 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