POEMS TO OUR GOD.

Nothing has changed at all Chaos still is right here  And as we look around We see so called leaders  Of this world who are So totally untrue still today. The world is in war  Lead by one whose hands Are never ever ever open  Hands are now as fists Fingers are in front pointing At nations of this world. Smile and say out load Nothing to God whose Hands Are always opened wide to  All who know humility well And the unliked suffering today. We do not lie in His Holy Loving Gentle Arms  But have closed hands declaring What they call wars of  Prosperity and power to one Nation they say is God's.  In the psalms King David  Said open your hands and  Stand before God trusting totally In His hands each day To provide all we need  Today Chaos is the way.  How much do we trust The Most High God alone So much today politicians sit  With their hands tightly folded And we trust them all Pride is our chaotic sin. This keeps us away from ...

Early today I went on my way To a place where trees can be seen On the road I walked over a hump  Then stopped and heard Father speaking to me Yesterday I had a teacher say a thing . I could not believe as I had  heard  What God had said before to me What are trees and gardens about Things that must bring Glory to Him So often things are only for us. And we forget to glorify Most Holy God Each and every day we not thank Him In Eden there were two trees one of life one forbidden  Father said do not touch one's fruit at all For the people then were made  like children. They did not know Good from  bad As we get older than a child We learn the difference between the two  But are we always right like Eve? Do we always trust God to tell us. This is Good and that is bad? From the day Father said leave that fruit  We have not trusted Him and so This is now called sin for us all Jesus said "Let the little children come to me." Who was Jesus talking to tha...

What a place a park Can be now this day A place where we sit And think about Our God. A place where trees are A place where water flows A place where rest is A place to draw near. To the Most High God A place of pure rest A time of Godly Peace A place to read Gospel. A place to rest daily A place of no buildings A place where temples are Beneath a tree of life. A place of Holy Rest A place to draw near To the Most High God Each and every perfect day. A place where God is Not outside but so deep  Within us as we sit Beneath a Life Giving Tree. Created by The Speaking Father All Glory to Him now As we see the ground So high above the sea.