HEALING BEAUTY

Wandering around my garden I noticed a strange plant had made its home in a border that for the most part was yet to bloom.   I was reluctant to remove the intruder, if it had chosen my garden it was welcome.   The plant continued to thrive and reach upwards it was now around three feet tall covered in closed buds.   This amateur gardener had no clues as to its identity.   It was only as I placed a solar light in an adjacent bed that I noticed one pure white flower heralding the beauty about to unfold.   It took some time to identify this visitor, it was a simple wild harebell.   

Perhaps the seed had been carried by a bird, blown on the wind.     I searched the gardens on the surrounding estate in vain for a lookalike and considered myself truly blessed by the welcome bouquet of flowers that had arrived at a time when I needed something to remind me of the beauty that still exists on this precious planet and that as children of a Holy God we need to hold fast to His promise.

Amidst lies, deceit, hypocrisy and blatant arrogance, blind and deaf children of this world mutilate their bodies, craving every material possession, never satisfied, hypnotized by a different creed of self fulfilment, anything that floats your boat, worshipping their idols, whilst the filth and junk continues to pour into vulnerable innocent minds, twisting and distorting their sense of reality.

Those who proclaim biblical precepts and stand on the Word of God attract ridicule and abuse and often face torture and death.   

Psalm 125

Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion,

which cannot be shaken but endures for ever.

As the mountains surround Jerusalem,

so the Lord surrounds his people both now and forever more.

   

The seed that chose my garden reminded me of 1 Corinthians 15 - (35 - 42) and the life - death

principle already at work throughout creation.   That an infinite variety of bodies adapt to live in different environments of land, sea, air and the vastness of space.   The seed must give itself up to the death process so new life can emerge in the form of fruit, grain or flower.    Our resurrection bodies will be adapted for life in the spiritual realm.

WELL THANK HEAVEN FOR THAT

 a much needed heavenly make over!!      

SHALOM

        

COUNTDOWN

 As we move towards countdown,

 I can only wonder, 

will we ever understand this side of heaven. 

and why this simple soul's yearning to get it all into perspective

before the light fades and eternal rest comes.

T. Hills

2012

Just like a small child I stumble and fall face down,

winded by the sudden collision with the hard earth.

Abba Your hands reach for me,

Lifting me, reassuring me, turning me

in a right direction.

T.Hills

2012

Whenever she viewed the awful spectacle of the decaying church and society she was gently reminded THE BATTLE IS THE LORD'S.   The end result of a country that has rejected the Word of God was too terrible to contemplate.

Clare had started to dream vivid dreams three months after she gave her life to Christ.  At the time they seemed irrelevant, but nevertheless she logged them in her journal.      Her dreams were Daniel flavoured, thin cow, fat cow.   Famine, feast.     She kept a low profile in her church, not wanting to be accused of being a self appointed prophetess or super spiritual.

She knew people in her fellowships were happy to meddle in the lives of others and eager to tell a wounded soul "God told me to tell you.............  Clare kept her own counsel considering God doesn't need a middle man, she was listening and waiting for His instruction.   No doubt she was considered a critical spirit, disruptive,  rebellious, whatever,  their message fell on stoney ground.

It took some years for Clare to realise she had the gift of prophecy.   After all no one wanted to listen

to the warnings of the wrath of God falling on their disobedient lives.  One pastor's wife when cautioned proclaimed "God doesn't get angry"  Oh really, has she read her bible.     The children of the fulfilment culture were doing exactly what they wanted and their worst nightmare would be to finish up empty handed.  Clare was now receiving vindication and confirmation.

Clare remembered sharing one dream with her brother.   As she tried to warn him years in advance of what lay ahead, financial chaos and then meltdown, he laughed in her face and scoffed "it won't affect me, I'll be okay"  Clare replied "it will if the banks crash".   Amazed at her own words spoken with authority she wondered "where did that come from" and smiling at his obvious irritation thought - only heaven knows.   

Now years later the meltdown has begun.   Years of greedy self preservation now bearing fruit.

The class system alive and well and the gap between rich and poor growing wider by the day.

The poor resorting to "Quick Quid" money lenders just to get through until pay day.   The blatant hypocrisy of successive governments and the privileged about to be shaken.   The domino effect haunting their dreams, assets and careers.   The self fulfilment Godless culture about to hit the buffers and they have nowhere to hide, their worst nightmare to end up with nothing.

But the Father sees:

Avot 2: 1

Consider three things and you will not come into the grip of sin.

KNOW WHAT IS ABOVE YOU

A watchful eye

An attentive ear

And all your deeds are recorded in a Book.

As they rejected the prophets of old, family and friends reject Clare.    They are dancing to the

music of this world.   She is considered a "fruit cake" suggesting mental problems, to be avoided at all costs.   Even the church would reject her warnings of the dreadful price to be paid, the antichrist firmly establishing his new doctrine.  The new NIV bibles about to flood religious establishments are corrupt and conveniently omit what they will not acknowledge and obey.   

Clare sees the future and knows that the downward slide is gaining momentum, but she also acknowledges that it is NOT BY MIGHT, NOT BY POWER, BUT BY MY SPIRIT SAYS THE LORD the biblical time clock is ticking towards the end game.     IT IS WRITTEN.

Clare does not see herself precious or preferred,  she knows her brothers and sisters around the globe have been blessed with similar insight and are called to stand firm and proclaim because at the end of the day THE BATTLE IS THE LORD'S.

BARUCH HA BA B'SHEM ADONAI
SHALOM

  

      

        

FUTILE

No one has the right,

its FUTILE - this fight.

THOU SHALT NOT SLAY.

They break yet another command

in their quest for possession of people and land.

WAR LORDS OF DARKNESS.

With one sweep of His Mighty Hand

He will cleanse the land.

His children will bow

triumphant now.

YOUR KINGDOM COME,

harmony, peace, love and joy 

His children home at last.

T.Hills

2012

TRAVAIL

Any honest scientist should admit that despite centuries of scientific discovery and technological advances, most of the universe remains an enigma.

With apologies - well said - but by whom!!!

All fighting will cease,

deadly sting of the terrorist pulled,

YOUR KINGDOM COME.

Food for everyone, equality reigns,

each child precious, each human valued.

YOUR KINGDOM COME.

When the earth is reborn,

your law obeyed, all evil bound.

YOUR KINGDOM COME.

T. HILLS

2012

Isaiah

Ever had one of those days when things keep going wrong?   By the time you get to incident number three,  you say to Satan's little helper  "enough, get off my case and go pester someone else".

The batteries in my clock and watch had oddly decided to run down together.   They hadn't stopped completely but were running three quarters of an hour late.   They needed replacing or recharging, rather like their owner.   I had missed my hourly bus service and my schedule had been severely disrupted.

"Never mind" I advised myself "just get on with it"  I planned walking to the main road where there would surely be a more frequent bus service, but I would still have some time to kill.   I grabbed my small leather travel bible.    Might as well use the opportunity to study.

My original purchase of this bible was made a few weeks before a trip to Israel.   It did get a slight airing in the precious free time before hitting the sack totally exhausted after a very pressured itinerary.  We completed our study session with a prayer for strength to get through the next day.  Thankfully we were still laughing and loving every minute.     After all we were the only seniors on a coach consisting  mainly of young couples and singles who seemed to thrive on heat and information overload.

Our additional blessing was a noisy air conditioning unit that hummed incessantly throughout the night.
That and the fact that my dearest Christian friend, who went out like a light as soon as her head touched her hotel pillow, had her best kept secret revealed.   The night of the dreaded snorer was about to begin.   For brief moments throughout the wee small hours blessed relief and then just as I was about to drift off she roared into action again.   Small wonder anything was actually retained in my memory banks allowing for the 6.30am wake up call and packed daily schedule.

The guide on our coach from the airport did warn his captive audience "this is not a holiday, we are going to kill you".  He came so very close,  but neither of us had survived to state pension status without battles, this would just be one more hurdle.

But I digress.    As I opened the small bible the pages parted at Isaiah because at some juncture I must have placed a small piece of card there as an indication of progress.
My gaze immediately fell on 33 - 17

Your eyes will see the King in his beauty,

they will behold a land that stretches far away.

I began reading at the beginning of Isaiah 33 and on reaching verses 7 - 8 it was strange to realise this could have been written about present day Syria.   The "peace envoys" in his prophesy didn't appear to be having much influence either.   He warns of the coming Wrath of God but there is also encouragement: 

33 - Verse 15 - 16 

Those who walk righteously and speak uprightly,

who despise the gain of oppression,

who wave away a bribe instead of accepting it,

who stop their ears from hearing of bloodshed,

and shut their eyes from looking on evil,

they will live on the heights;

their refuge will be the fortresses of rocks;

their food will be supplied, their water assured.

These are dangerous times and particularly so for the weak and vulnerable shown only too vividly by  the appalling pictures on the media of a badly beaten ninety year old lady.    We are warned to be "as wise as serpents and as gentle as doves"   The latest trick being the £20 note.    Twice recently I was given the wrong change.     "Excuse me" I cautioned "I gave you a £20 note".   "Oh - so you did" replied the "caught at it" predator.

Unless all the lights are on, or the lift goes to the top floor,  humour appreciated only by those who can laugh at themselves and the ever increasing demise of brain cells, we must take every possible precaution to thwart the perpetrator.     Just start witnessing, there is nothing quite like a good witnessing to get rid of a potential threat. 

Despite the fact biblical prophets actually forewarned the people, it would appear very few listened.   Mankind in general does not appear to learn from past mistakes.     So round and round we go UNTIL.

BARUCH HA BA B'SHEM ADONAI.

YOURS IS THE KINGDOM THE POWER AND THE GLORY FOREVER AND EVER

and we all say    AMEN. 

      

  

WATCHMEN

Mike Hoggard certainly has his finger on the pulse of the somewhat unholy activity in Christian circles in America and around the globe.    Well worth a visit to his site.   After all, how many Christians have the time to research the massive pool of information available on the internet.   Many just follow men with very specific agendas who are leading the flock in a dangerous direction.   And the Lord made it quite clear  - Matthew 7 - 15 - 23 - these men would be ravenous wolves in sheep's clothing.   That we were to judge by "their fruits" their behaviour, their lifestyles.

In Revelation 22 - 18 - 19 we are warned exactly what will happen to anyone who adds or takes away from the Words of this prophecy and from the things written in this book.  Apparently new versions of the NIV bible are about to flood the church.   DISCERN.

Quite a few years ago I used to listen to a Christian radio station, it was reasonably bland,  their broadcasts censored by Oftel.   Fangs removed, they were toothless, but I enjoyed the humour of the sound bites and most of the music.   Over the last few weeks whilst attempting to reach a very difficult decision for some unknown reason a specific line in a song I had heard played years ago came again and again throughout the week "I can't go with you Lord and stay where I am, so you move me"   This continued until I finally reached a decision.    Then it stopped.   I was left in peace.    Ahead just one more valley and one more hill.

Last week on the same radio station a bright young thing was suggesting if you dialed a given number someone could help you "talk to God!!!!  Sounded rather like getting in touch with Bob the Builder and "Yes we can"   All anyone ever needs to do is open the door of their heart.   He waits.   

In a world where employment and homes are lost, banks suddenly realising their debtors were keeping them going, they certainly never made any money from their creditors, lives are being destroyed, but God isn't going to fix it.    As you sow - so you reap.    Reaching out and walking with God will bring you peace in the storm and the strength to keep running to the finish line.   Only Satan offers bribes and we see the "train crashed" lives of some who have taken what he offers. 

   

Religion is riddled with bureaucracy, experts and false prophets.   One well known t.v. personality once wrote "God doesn't have favourites"   I will excuse her denomination, but she obviously doesn't read the bible.   Yes He does.  Enoch, Elijah, Moses, Joshua, David to name just a few.     But sometimes His attention means you will get refined and used to carrying a cross.   

Yahweh is incredibly patient with the human race, but you don't hear much preaching these days about the wrath of God.   IT IS SURELY COMING.   This God didn't mess around with Sodom and Gomorrah, but the new fast growing church is changing boundaries, twisting scripture and for the most part choosing to forget how God dealt with the Jews when they kept failing to keep HIS precepts.

For centuries the Jews have gathered together, discussed, debated and argued scripture.   Nothing wrong with that.   The Lord loves an honest searching heart but there is ONLY ONE interpretation of scripture to the individual by the Holy Spirit.   Everything else regardless of expertise or qualification is of man.    The only teacher we ever need to follow is YESHUA (JESUS)

In Matthew 24 - Yeshua (Jesus) warned of a time "the beginning of sorrows" and it is slowly but surely unfolding.    People trash the bible as prophesied.   Banks slide.  Earthquakes, floods, pestilence, any one getting the message!!!   When all hope is gone people will get down on their knees, then revival will come.   Not through prosperity preachers, religious leaders, false prophets, but by the spirit of God.

Yahweh said:  
2 Chronicles 7 - 14
IF MY PEOPLE WHO ARE CALLED BY MY NAME WILL HUMBLE THEMSELVES AND PRAY AND SEEK MY FACE AND TURN FROM THEIR WICKED WAYS,
THEN I WILL HEAR FROM HEAVEN AND HEAL THEIR LAND.
  
In his book "The Divine Conquest" A.W. Tozer wrote:
Nothing can take the place of the touch of God in the soul and the sense of Someone there.  Amen to that.

And in his book "Born After Midnight" A.W.Tozer wrote:
It takes real faith to begin to live the life of heaven while still upon the earth, for this requires that we rise above the law of moral gravitation and bring to our everyday living the high wisdom of God.
And since this is contrary to that of the world, conflict is bound to result.  This however is a small price to pay for the inestimable privilege of following Christ.

Reading his autobiography I doubt Tozer ever wrote to make money, but to reach out to struggling
Christians.   With apologies for breaching copyright - he was a true man of God.

QUESTION

Who made the soup and created the strings

he's searching for answers to so many things.

Who listens in on the radio waves,

laptop and ipod - are we now the slaves.

The designer is working the canvas,

theory and fact out of date,

as we try to define the next brush stroke and line,

future world where machines chose your fate.

And the part you will play is yet unseen,

join in the dance and follow your dream.

G.Z.O.U. am I getting through,

"come back" I need an answer from you.

T.Hills

2003

If there were such a thing as time travel, he was born too soon.     A sickly child he was often absent from school due to ill health.  With both parents working hard to survive and a school that didn't appear to notice his absence he would often take the day off and cycle to the local radio telescope, or visit the caves in the surrounding countryside.   Leaving school without a single qualification he became a victim of the local sausage factory (a term used for kids that the state system had left poorly equipped for anything else other than working on the local industrial estate).    As a young boy he told his mates "man will walk on the moon" and they all laughed at him and thought him very strange.   But still he would talk of space travel and other worlds.

Like many of his generation he loved Star Trek, the Twilight Zone, Close Encounters, X-files and yet with all his speculation he couldn't admit a creator.   He preferred to teach himself and had a range of books on many subjects one being "How to teach yourself astronomy."   He studied the stars, listened to the radio and enjoyed science fiction books and films.   The only examination he ever sat was for his Amateur Radio License.   He was always listening in and looking up.   He truly believed the answer was "Out There"   

The film Contact had a real impact.  When you experience something you can't explain, how do you prove it to anyone else.   The discussion between the main characters highlighted the theory - Occams Razor - and the explanation that the simplest answer is often correct,  this may have just nudged him in the right direction.

IT IS WRITTEN

Matthew 13 - (10 - 11)

And the disciples came and said to Him, Why do you speak to them in parables?

And he answered and said to them,

Because it has been given to you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given

(17)  for assuredly, I say to you that many prophets and righteous men desired to see what you see, and did not see it, and to hear what you hear, and did not hear it.

WEB

Evils of our time,

gift wrapped on the web, on line.

Corrupt minds scheme to set the bait,

the vulnerable surf to their fate.

Enticed and caught in deadly thread,

the tender soul is quickly led.

Too busy with our daily chores,

to monitor the scene, or pause,

poisoned kiss, silent cry,

innocence sucked gently dry.

T. Hills

2003

How very easy it would be to hypnotise a nation, after all many are glued to Facebook or Twitter, on line gambling, pornography, you name it, its all on the web.    Some unholy influence is driving this addiction.

It is an addiction, its unhealthy and time consuming and in some cases downright dangerous.     It's not all bad, but how do you police the web.    Even if you ban or control the situation in your own home, young minds can reach it through friends with either absent or indifferent parents.

Abuse, bullying, intrusion, inaccurate information, self appointed experts and prophetesses to say nothing of wonder cures, the thousands asking for subscriptions for their particular project.      Its a minefield and a trap.   I stand with a young man in Australia who is home schooling his kids.  He has probably chucked his T.V. in the garbage and just keeps his computer for educational research. 

Undesirables and mystery hackers are rather like the Scarlet Pimpernel.   They seek him here they seek him there and nobody knows exactly who has managed to access their site.    I have opted out of this mode of communication.   Nothing like a good debate over a pie and a pint in the local Snug, or a gathering to protest for cyclists rights.   That got right up the nose of waiting motorists today in London.  

    

And it won't be the first time someone has suggested "get thee to a nunnery", or that I join the Amish Brotherhood.     If I could, yes I would.   At least it would be fresh air, organic veggies and horses for transport, the simple life.   Amen to that, but I don't think they take "grannies"!!!   

Baggy Trousers

How grateful and ever thankful I will always be, that I was born in a more gracious age.   When girls "enjoyed being girls" and boys for the most part were clean, nicely suited members of the opposite sex.   When the very worse that could happen was accidentally sitting on the plastic hoops of your petticoat and up went your skirt  as you frantically clawed at your face to cover your embarrassment.   It was considered a very serious business, the ballooned skirt, giving the illusion of a small waist.   Further down the line as a young mother the mini skirt was all the rage, how very careful you had to be when lifting your child, dropping almost to a curtsey, never ever bending over.

And so to the age of the baggy trousers.   Nothing wrong with them, after all they are a great improvement on the cheeky jean bulge and crutch huggers.   Many a motorist came to a sticky end in spring as the flowers came to full bloom and out came the legs and the mini gym slips.   Just one area where I concur with my Muslim brothers.   Cover up PLEASE, but perhaps not to the extent that you can't tell whether the person standing next to you at the bus stop is a walking bomb.

Equally the slim young female version of the baggy pants brigade sporting a cheeky cap could well be mistaken for her male counterpart.   What a strange generation of crutch clutching young men.   Are they itching, or hiding some inferiority complex, or is it just a statement and they just don't care they are being watched.

A couple of years ago I went to a show celebrating the life of a man who in his time had written some wonderful songs.   As a young boy he recorded Ben, never to be forgotten.   It had been some time since I had seen a live musical production and sadly I couldn't take any more of the sexually explicit
gestures that detracted from the music, we left half way through the performance.

There are no boundaries for kids today, they are still babies into makeup.   The latest recommendation that they can get the pill at just thirteen years old is gross.   Their childhood is being snatched away probably by the same crowd who encourage abortion.   Its time to rise against the
Big Brother State that is corrupting and dictating what our children see and do, interfering in every aspect of their lives.   Galatians 6 - (7)  Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. 

       

So here's the message in tribal language, I'll rap it for the baggy trousered youth.

Its all going to hit the fan man,

so get it together while you can, man.

There ain't no escape from what's coming, 

even if you hit the road running.   

The God of creation

will be seen by every nation,

and you'll try to hide,

there's nowhere to hide,

just rocks, rocks, rocks, man.

He ain't no magistrate, or seedy lawyer,

He's the ONE judge and sees every flaw

 (that means weakness son!!)

and it won't be a tag,

or time doing stir,

its a HOT HOT place,

you don't want to go there.

What yah need is someone to speak up for yah

so follow His Son, Yeshua

(that's Jesus to you pal)

Now there is someone who can plead your case,

He came to save the human race.

The alternative is forever in Hell,

don't go there man it's well

HOT HOT

RAP ON IN HEAVEN INSTEAD MAN. 

T. Hills

2012

JUST BELLA

Bella McHugh died yesterday,

by her tiny worn body the vicar prayed.

Curtains closed, the hearse stood in wait,

outside the small house on the council estate. 

 Jasper the cat viewed his empty bowl,

the fire in the grate, long burned out and cold.

A charity van arrived at the door,

kind hands reached down to the cat on the floor.

Cold, starved and terribly thin,

they considered he was just about to give in.

News bulletins flashed throughout the day,

the celebrity in silken splendour lay.

Amazing wealth, power and fame,

could not delay the reapers claim.

Morbid crowds shuffled past the coffin,

family, friends, even the Queen sent her boffin.

Bella McHugh could only stare

at her small soft hands and long flowing hair.

Turning she heard a gentle sigh

as a storybook angel drifted by,

slipped a white silken robe over her face,

and carried her swiftly through time and space

to a far better place.

Something is wrong, its decidedly queer

this is not my place, but they know I am here.

"After all, I'm famous" he said with a cry,

"there's absolutely nothing my money can't buy.

I'll sort it, excuse me, please open this gate,

each man has his price and I don't like to wait".

The approaching young girl held a small purring cat,

 she smiled at the man as she passed where he sat.

The dream she had cherished had now come to pass,

and the gates swung wide open for this humble lass.

There would never be hunger, sorrow or pain

 she started to walk down the long winding lane.

The cloudless sky was a brilliant blue,

fields full of flowers, every possible hue.

She lay in the grass and just stared into space

as a honey brown rabbit gently sniffed at her face.

It nestled beside her, licking her hand,

even Jasper the cat seemed to understand as

creatures she'd cared for appeared as if planned.

Amazed he had watched the young girl pass through

walk into the distance then disappear out of view.

Gates firmly closed the guard took his place,

would you please let me in, surely you know my face.

But the man gently smiled, shook his head in dismay,

"You must go back, try a different way,

you might find this book a useful aid

when you travel the road and decisions are made.

This is not my place, its decidedly queer,

the room was cold, dark and austere.

A bucket of coal and a loaf of bread

hard wooden chair and a lumpy old bed.

Children played in the nearby street

in ragged clothes with dirty bare feet.

"I'll sort this, he muttered "this can't be right"

did I have so much, while they had to fight, 

just to survive.

And somewhere an angel smiled.

Bella McHugh could only stare

at the beautiful garden she knew she would share.

A distant figure moved closer now,

she knew that walk, she knew that face,

and rushed into his warm embrace.

And a gentle breeze whispered

"This is His Kingdom"

T.Hills.

This poem was dedicated to my mother-in-law.   Although she could be a very volatile personality at times she had a heart for orphans, the homeless and needy animals.   She worked hard all her life and even by today's standards would still be considered poor. 

Amazingly her family history was only revealed many years after her death.   Her great grandparents were wealthy quakers living in considerable style in St. Anns Square, London.    Her ancestry goes right back to a rather notorious King and a certain lady called Nell well known for her favours and the many children born out of wedlock.

Even though throughout her life she occupied a very small council house she never spoke of her past connections other than that her childhood was hard and they were very poor.    Her mother had been disowned by her wealthy parents when she married a young doctor without their approval.   Her father died young and her widowed mother struggled to feed her children.    Bella sacrificed any career she might have had and went into service at a large city hotel working as a Chamber Maid.

Thankfully today things have improved somewhat, but the old boy network is alive and thriving.   How many times did you realise that actor was the son of a very famous film star, or that that positively trashy book was written by a woman with connections that assured it was a best seller.

  

Perhaps because of my materially comfortable childhood I didn't feel the need to impress others or be first.   I accepted my place without question, happy just to be.    Sad the children of this generation who are encouraged to have figures equivalent to an anorexic hour glass.   Feeling inadequate and ugly in a world of air brushed photographs bearing little resemblance to the young woman rushing down the street in leggings and tee shirt with no make-up and straggly hair.  That is the real person.   The rest is false.   

When a young girl working in the local chip shop with that lovely smile and friendly manner  is considered not likely to get anywhere without a win on the lottery, and that dream evades most whilst making others ridiculously rich.  Who wants that nightmare.   Would they love you because you are

you, or is it the money.  

Which brings me rambling along to that wonderful piece of English Literature by C.S. Lewis.   The Great Divorce.   In Chapter 12 the spirit guide and the traveller from Grey Town were aware a very grand procession was approaching with a very special person in its midst.       The Traveller is expecting this to be some great celebrity from earth and there is the merest hint of whom it might be, but he is assured greatness and fame in that place and fame on earth are very different.   The chapter continues explaining that this ordinary woman had a very special place in God's country.    Very much along the lines of those who would be first will be last.  Matthew 20 - 26 - 27   I would just love to see someone make a film on this book.   Quite a challenge and well worth reading.

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CHILDLIKE

Simply put, YESHUA (Jesus) taught in the temple, the Pharisees and Zealots didn't like what He was saying, time of get rid of the critical spirit.   Now that sounds familiar!!!!!!   Don't rock our boat, challenge our authority.

A fellow Christian posted on the blog Shining Remnant "to read this you'll need a stiff drink first!!!   Bless.

Whatever I write is from the heart.  I'm not sharing to tickle ears, to appease, flatter or win public approval.   I remain hidden - its enough that via cyber space I might perhaps reach a wounded individual who accidentally drops on my blog, and that prayerfully brings them under the sheltering wings of the Father.

For Yeshua ha Mashiach - (Jesus the Messiah) will come again,  but this time He will not be despised, scourged and butchered alive by those who considered they were the Authority.      He will rule with a rod of iron.    He will separate the wheat from the chaff.   Many will die, but praise the Lord those who truly know Him are being refined and will be part of the new heaven and earth.

Meanwhile for all the precious saints who have suffered rape, torture, imprisonment and decapitation,
witnessing His name, make it soon Lord.   The blood of the martyrs cries out (Revelation 6 - 10) And they cried with a loud voice saying "How long, O Lord, holy and true, until You Judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth. 


Revelation 21 (4)
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying.   There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.

Thank you Lord for giving me not only discernment, but the ability to laugh at the 'wild and whacky' who claim to be your followers.    There but for the grace of a Holy God go I.!!!

Top prize of the year for Christian comment must surely go to the author who obviously sick of being followed too closely by the vehicle behind devised the following bumper sticker.

DO YOU FOLLOW JESUS THAT CLOSELY?

AMEN AND AMEN.  

As long as the car remains, his words will go on and on, that is enough reward for any soul,
knowing they are but a tiny grain of sand on God's beach.

Some years ago I was a member of a church with a very different vicar.   He objected to wearing the "frock" as he laughingly called it,  but to placate the pharisees he agreed to dress up for one service in three.  

In a morning I am hardly at my best and it does take some time to get my body mobile and for this reason I usually prefer to attend a Sunday evening service       It was an understatement to say that this  particular service was "moving in the spirit" it was a challenge for anyone.   When the spirit of the Lord fell and we were glued to the benches for three to four hours, no one actually wanting to go home.   The vicar abandoned ship first laughing, leaving behind little groups huddling together in prayer until the call went out.   Time to lock up.   Please go home.

I will never forget Colin.   His colourful blazers, brightly patterned shirts.   He sold his Saviour with all the enthusiasm of a competing utility/insurance salesman.   Once again the Pharisees and Zealots arose, "he had to go" and they were watching and waiting for any wrong move.  They were not disappointed.

It was during one such service I received a similitude of a beautiful beach with huge waves crashing on the shore,  I was filled with amazing joy and in the early hours still high from the experience,  I felt the need to record the event in my journal.

GRAIN OF SAND

Here I am,

minute,  insignificant,

jumping for joy at the touch of your spirit.

Here I am,

my love song soaring to reach your throne.

Here I am,

hold me, fill me, teach me,

give me your peace.

This tiny grain of sand leaps,

soaked with love,

as your wave crashes over my life.

Changing, renewing,

filling my being with laughter and hope,

for just one more day.

T. Hills

2003

For those blessed with a precious glimpse of a future place beautiful beyond anything our human intelligence could possibly envisage - hold fast - as Keren Pryor, widow of the late Dwight Pryor so beautifully penned, THE FOOTSTEPS OF OUR MESSIAH KING DRAW EVER NEARER.

SHALOM. 

  

 

FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE

Comment published in the Independent Newspaper by Mary Ann Sieghart.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BELIEVE IN GOD TO CHERISH THE CHURCH.

Small wonder the Church is falling apart if it is made up of such people.     With friends like that who needs enemies.

Second mind blowing comment posted on the internet by a very confused individual who obviously has not read any old testament scripture in his bible, or was this just his version.

Jesus wasn't a Jew.   God just decided to come down in that place. 

Oh for heaven's sake read the bible.   Either that or at least speak the Truth,  you don't believe the bible, in which case you have invented another Jesus, a false Messiah, and your destination is HOT HOT HOT.

And if you question scripture read The Testimonium  Flavianum  Josephus Flavius's account of the Christ (Christos) in his historical recording of that time.   FREELY AVAILABLE ON THE INTERNET.   No excuse for ignorance.

In Rome in the year 93 Josephus published his lengthy history of the Jews whilst discussing the period in which the Jews of Judea were governed by Roman Procurator Pontius Pilate, Josephus included the following account:-

About this time there lived Jesus, a wise man, if indeed one ought to call him a man.   For he was one who performed surprising deeds and was a teacher of such people as accept the Truth gladly.   He won over many Jews and many of the Greeks.   He was the Messiah.   And when, upon accusation of the principal men among us, Pilate had condemned him to the cross, those who had first come to love him did not cease.


He appeared to them spending a third day restored to life, for the prophets of God had foretold these things and a thousand other marvels about him.   And the tribe of Christians so called after him, has still to this day not disappeared.


Jewish Antiquities
18.3.3 § 63

For those who don't believe in God, or His precious son, it is biblically correct to say God obviously hasn't chosen to draw them to Yeshua.     They remain blind and deaf.    And the study note in my bible states they will be judged according to their conscience.   There are plenty of good, caring people doing wonderful things but they can't see God, they just feel the need to help their fellow pilgrim.   We are stuck on this tiny planet why not help our brother/sister on our journey through life.

GOD CHOOSES WHO HE USES.   Not man.   There are many church goers who are just that.
One woman stated proudly  "I have never missed a Sunday service"   Wonderful - has she read her bible.   If you truly follow God's Word the Lord's day is the Sabbath - Saturday, and the only
congregation I would want to fellowship with are those who know who they worship.  And Messianic Fellowships (Jews and Christians together)  have a deep reverend respect for their creator God and His son.

Nowhere in scripture did Yeshua tell us to worship him, he always pointed his followers to his Father in heaven.    The surreal whacky worship groups covered in tattoos with their heavy metal music are certainly worshipping someone and its not Yeshua (Jesus) ha Mashiach (the Messiah).    Satan was supposed to have been in charge of music in heaven!!!!!   Enough said.

This Holy Week I pray that those who don't know their Saviour will one day meet His awesome gaze.
Meanwhile blessings, love and peace.

May you be spared the "are you under the blood" zealots who pin their hapless victims to the wall.    May you be spared the Pharisees who consider themselves righteous and first in line.
May you be spared the religious who certainly don't seem to practice what they preach.

May you know the love of a true Christian just trying to walk in the steps of their Saviour King realising they are but a thread in the grand tapestry.

Remembering when you moved out of the darkness into His light - Thank you Father.
Remembering the victims trapped and infiltrated by the accuser's followers.
Remembering how in a culture that treated women badly He always spoke on their behalf.   How He loves the Magdalene's, the adulterer and the woman at the well.    Loving the sinner, but hating the sin.

And the positive side - that radiant day, may it come soon,  when He reappears to His people on the Mount of Olives.

Hold fast to your vision and His promise as darkness continues to cover the land.

BARUCH HA BA B'SHEM ADONAI - Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.
SHALOM  SHALOM  SHALOM.

THOU SHALT NOT KILL

The commandment that throughout the centuries has been ignored by many who claim God is on their side.

Lord, we weep for the innocents snatched so cruelly from this world by the ugly face of evil in France. The killer showing one aspect of his personality to his neighbours but smoldering within, watching, waiting, the terrible and brutal nature of hot wired revenge.  

Yeshua said (Matthew 5.44) "love your enemies...................................."

Ghandi said "if its an eye for an eye then the whole world will be blind"

and still we can't even love enough to see little children as innocents caught up in a religious war not of their making.  

Nothing changes this side of heaven,

wars follow wars,

man never listens to warning cries,

 the world swallows the lies.

Its all about power,

squabbling until the final hour.

I see through the sham,

as your agenda you plan.

 Innocents fall foul of the mess

as you walk away,

and little children have to pay.

Nothing changes this side of heaven.

T. Hills

2012

FOR THE LORD SAID TO ABRAM:

GENESIS 12.3

I will bless those who bless you,

And I will curse him who curses you.

Make sure you are grafted into the vine!!!!!!!!!

Jeremiah 31 - 31-33

God never made a covenant with "the church" the covenant is with ISRAEL.

THERE IS ONE GOD, the Holy One of Israel, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob

(Isaiah 43.10, 44.8)

HOLDING FAST TO HIS PROMISE.

We pray Baruch ha ba b'shem Adonai.    SOON LORD. 

 

ONE WAY TICKET

Whilst waiting patiently in a supermarket queue I couldn't help noticing there were three heavily stacked trollies in line for the checkout.  I clutched my small basket grateful I didn't have to pay that amount.   I remembered the absolute drivel proceeding from a well paid politician on the television.    Excusing his youth, and the fact that he obviously didn't know the meaning of deprivation or poverty, I listened as he cheerfully promoted five fruit and vegetables a day as the suggested healthy eating plan.   Yes minister just supply the funds.

Old enough to remember rationing during the war,  I considered the very best option was to reach for the off button, which I find myself resorting to daily.    Its either that or shouting at the television set.    The pure hypocrisy of the latest bunch of dictators is enough to send my blood pressure sky high.

My generation could survive shortages, that's if we don't starve to death on the state pension.  But amazingly healthy eating is very expensive.   The cheapest food on the supermarket shelves could well be described as junk food, biscuits, sweets and crisps to curb the appetites of hungry children.   Cheap fruit is tasteless.   Rather like pet food and the hallowed kibble versus wet food debate.   Place a fillet steak in the dog bowl, alongside a bowl of wet dog food, and in third place,  the kibble.    The dog goes for the fillet steak.   FACT.   Wet food second, and then suggests you kindly wrap something around the kibble if you want it to eat that stuff.   Remind them this is excellent quality, perfectly balanced.   Oh yeah - any more of that steak.

The queue moved forward.   I was now held captive by the tempting chocolate display.   The hurried piece of toast before leaving home had not been a good idea.    I was hungry, really hungry.
My struggle with temptation was duly noted by a woman standing nearby.   "Go on" she coaxed,
"might as well have what you want"    She had probably realised I was a senior, and on the way out.

ONE WAY TICKET

She smiled, the ticket's just one way,

so have it all, live for today.

You will not get a second try,

so grab it all, before you die.

This one way ticket I don't buy,

my soul has heard the angels cry.

Visions of a perfect place,

glimpsed, far beyond the human race.

Working till each day was done,

wealth and fame, I wanted none.

But there was love, and Lord I knew,

I was so blessed with gifts from You.

Content to know your precious peace,

saving grace and swift release.

Journeying the road ahead,

by the Shepherd gently led.

Loving as He said we should,

sharing for the common good.

Caring for each living thing,

we play our part, our gifts we bring.

A final heartbeat and I'm free,

soaring to my destiny.

Transformed at last I understand,

His master plan and Mighty Hand,

that led me to the promised land.

T.Hills

2003

  

DIFFERENT

When others accuse you of being judgmental, stand.
You follow the King of Kings.

When others suggest you have low self esteem, stand.
You don't dance to the beat of their music.
The only approval you ever seek is that of your Father in Heaven.

We all receive gifts, use them wisely,
but walk the path of humility.
Those who seek fame and adulation know the terrible price
they can pay when the bubble bursts.

Be aware you are truly precious to a Holy God,
but also minute and unimportant in the scheme of things.
HIS PLAN IS UNFOLDING.

Blessed with your revelation of the divine you are truly
set apart, your destiny assured.

Isaiah 35 - 8
A highway shall be there and a road,
And it shall be called the Highway of Holiness,
The unclean shall not pass over it.
But it shall be for others.

Don't listen to the siren call of this world,
or the constant stream of directive rhetoric
from both lay and religious leaders,
power is a jealous mistress, they will conform,
their opium position and place, control of the masses.

GOD WILL NOT BE MOCKED

Isaiah 26 - 20
Come My people, enter your chambers,
And shut your doors behind you,
Hide yourself, as it were, for a little moment,
Until the indignation is past.
For behold, the Lord comes out of His place,
To punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity
The earth will also disclose her blood,
And will no more cover her slain.

DIFFERENT

I'm lonely in this crowd,

they want and I won't give,

myself, or change the way I live.

Dare to be different, or just give in,

turn from His teaching, walk in sin.

It simply begins with a compromise,

half truths, deception, leading to lies.

Dare to be different, lost in a crowd,

abuse and comment shouted loud.

Bright eyes shine His truth and command,

every thought word and deed, placed in His hand.

I draw a line, I will not cross,

fickle hearts are not my loss.

My gaze must reach the eyes that see,

the beauty of the soul in me.

Father, when the sirens call, help me to be strong,

remind me of Your promise and the place where I belong.

T. Hills

2003

FREE WILL

Dictionary definition of FREE

Not captive, confined or restricted

Not in another's power

Not prevented from doing something.

Dictionary definition of Will

The mental faculty by which a person decides upon and controls his/her actions.

A neighbour commenting on current affairs proclaimed "I don't believe there's a God, because he wouldn't allow these atrocities.    My reply, he's not a policeman.    You are not a robot controlled by a higher power.   You have the gift of free will.   

Matthew 7 - 13 - 14

Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction and there are many who go in by it.

Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it. 

FREE WILL

This world the trial, this place the pain,

sleep brings brief respite,

yet the dreamer laughs, screams,

runs here and there,

but wakes here.

Why do you hurt your brother, lover, friend,

what darkness lurks in the mind that cannot just love, and be still,

trashing everything it touches,

fouling pure air with its torrid breath.

Infant unaware of self and place in time sees and smiles,

opening petals of a rose worship.

Nature weeps, her gems encased in plastic domes,

sole survivors of her lush mantel.

Your eternal promise of changing seasons,

a snowdrop pushes through,

pure, undefiled against the gloom, mud and decay.

Brilliant light sweeps the darkest corners,

absolving, absorbing into itself.

The soul chooses.

Talitha Hills

THY WILL BE DONE

THY WILL BE DONE

Not listening, not listening,

but soon they will.

Lies, compromise, my will be done,

what is right in my eyes.

It begins with the shifting of boundaries,

It begins with the father of lies,

fed and nourished by a degenerate culture,

waiting for the bones of destruction, the vulture.

If only they could see their destiny, 

but they refuse to listen.

I want, its all about me,

 appetites of squatting demons must be satisfied.

Soon it will be too late,

as nations rise against nations,

lawlessness increases,

human garbage litters the streets,

churches bloated with wealth and hypocrisy

would not even recognize their Saviour.

Still He searches for the lost sheep,

as martyrs and saints plead at His feet

soon Lord, your  kingdom come.

T. Hills

2012

2 CHRONICLES 

7 - 14

if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves,

and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways,

then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.

AMEN.

TIME OF TESTING

Question: One Christian to another:   How was your week?

Answer:  Quite dreadful.

Both descended into a fit of giggles and agreed:   Then we're on the right track.

We are being transformed.   People don't annoy me any more,  rude neighbours, on the receiving end of an undeserved criticism or nasty complaint.   Ignorance and lack of manners generally, neglect by those we had hoped would care.  And those who really enjoy 'winding others up' a modern euphemism for hoping their victim will loose his/her temper and the just plain vindictive.

Instead of anger I feel pity.   One look and you see the captive, a lifeless smile that never leaves their lips, the hard cold stare and in some eyes a darkness that is pure evil.    Children of the here and now.

Situations that hitherto would have invoked fear of confrontation or distress leave my mind unruffled, unafraid, merely observing the torment of someone writhing in irritation and angst at my very words or presence.

MATTHEW 15 - 13-14

Yeshua said:
Every plant which my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted.   Let them alone.
They are blind leaders of the blind, and if the blind lead the blind both will fall into a ditch.


Then you recognise a true kindred spirit, a light that shines in their eyes, their willingness to sacrifice and serve others without any need for recognition or accolade,  His children, a people readied for His Kingdom to come.   Now more than ever "The time of testing" as the battle intensifies.

***************************************  

A few days ago I had arrived at the local bus station pulling a heavily laden shopping trolley.
The stage for my route was empty and I gladly sank onto a seat next to the boarding doors.      I had a thirty minute wait for the next bus, but no matter.  

When the bus eventually arrived, I was engrossed in thought,  and hardly noticed a queue of people moving in front of me to board.    An elderly lady smiled and said "Oh I'm sorry, you were here first" I replied "its quite alright, this bus is never full, there will be room for everyone"

Having hauled my heavy load on to the bus single handed I lurched towards the nearest empty seat and found myself confronted by a well dressed middle aged woman.   In a loud voice that her captive audience couldn't fail to hear she commented "Excuse me, no, its not all right.   People have no manners and if we don't complain they will keep on doing it.

I thought of C.S. Lewis's description in the Great Divorce.   A complaining woman arrives on the edge of heaven determined to claim what was hers.   The husband had already escaped her clutches.   But he belonged to her and where was he?   A spirit guide tried to advise her otherwise and still arguing she was sent back to Grey Town.

My journey continued and every so often the woman stared in my direction looking for sign of collusion and she waited in vain.    Eventually the bus halted on the edge of a large expensive private housing development and the woman departed having failed to make any impact or cause any aggravation.

One can only wonder how she would react in the future facing a panic stricken mob, when a bar of gold would not buy a loaf of bread, when the treasured possessions she hoarded just disappeared in a sea of flames, when she finally realised she was no longer in control of her journey or destiny.

Perhaps the words from a beautiful ballad Circle, written by Joel Friedman and Cynthia Weil sung by Barbra Streisand on her album  "Higher Ground" covers all.

For none of us are travelling through this universe alone.

Off to dig out my WWJD bracelet to remind myself constantly that Yeshua, despite getting angry with the money changers and the pharisees, well who doesn't, was gentle and compassionate because He knew many would not see or hear His message, or understand the glory of His Kingdom to come.

SHALOM SHALOM SHALOM

INNOCENCE

Another year over we anxiously approach the next twelve months.   Not that we should be anxious, Yeshua said "Fear not" (a kind friend suggested thirty times!!)  but then we often descend into a fit of giggles trying to remember who said what and in which gospel, therefore in obedience we will do precisely that.   Everything is in His hands and no doubt His plan is unfolding for us all.

The T.V. that appears for the most part to be the "instrument of Satan" stands silently in the corner of my sitting room.   No chance of drip feeding the occupant of this humble abode.   Mine the choice of film on D.V.D. and for accurate news reporting on the Middle East I stand a better chance of getting THE TRUTH through contacts living in the area.  Likewise with American politics.    The media is totally biased against Israel and the horror is most people believe that what they are viewing is at least moderately accurate.   NOT SO.   There is nothing Spring like (renewal, new life) about the Arab uprising it is merely control by another name.   And reporters talk democracy.

These are exciting times as biblical prophecy moves ever nearer its conclusion.   Despite the loud protestations of some atheists who consider Christians in the halls of power are actually manipulating a biblical scenario.   Even the simplest of mortals can observe countries in the Middle East, forever at war with each other, are moving towards the mother of "end games" which will affect everyone on the planet.

No one can deny the accuracy of past historical events recorded in the bible but in the meantime all things biblical are viewed with distaste, well its not applicable today, or worse still self appointed translators readjust and twist text to suit their particular agenda.

Note:  Revelation 22 - 19
"and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part from the Book of Life, from the holy city, and from things which are written in this book.
Study Note"  A solemn warning is directed against any perversion in interpretation of the prophecy of this book made by those who read into Revelation what the Holy Spirit never intended to teach.

The internet, curse or blessing, has taken the Bible literally to the ends of the earth.  Maybe a few primitive pockets left, but for those who are able to read its freely available on line along with its critics and protagonists.

False preachers and self appointed prophetesses abound and the wild and whacky actually proffer a "departure date".......whoops and the unbeliever mocks "wrong again"   SO lets keep it simple, our misguided brothers and sisters should take note:-

Its God who says WHEN

Its God who says HOW

IT IS WRITTEN

and nothing can change this now.

Don't say you love Him and keep hoarding your need,

don't say you love Him when your goal is greed.

Don't witness for Him when your message is heard,

then your lifestyle and actions reverse every word.

For the watchers you gather will see through the sham

In the end we all answer to the Great

I AM.

T. Hills

2012

Even I can equate with the blind and deaf.

Isaiah 6 - 9

And (Yahweh) He said, Go, and tell this people

"Keep on hearing, but do not understand,

Keep on seeing, but do not perceive.

Make the hearts of this people dull,

And their ears heavy,

And shut their eyes; 

Lest they see with their eyes,

And hear with their ears, 

And understand with their heart,

And return and be healed.

9 - Then I said "Lord, how long" And He answered":

Until the cities are laid waste and without inhabitants.

The houses are without a man,

The land is utterly desolate.........................................

It is God who chooses (the mystery of divine election) and draws the soul to His precious son.  An unbelieving people walking blind to a powerful corrupting influence, their leaders bowing to a dark Lord.   Seduction, manipulation of the mind, they unknowingly worship the beast failing to understand and recognise his shape, trail, purpose and mark on every aspect of their lives.  They are truly victims.

But it is those who carry His precious name that bang the nails into His hands again and again.    We have no excuse.   Christians could change the world tomorrow if every one at least attempted the two great commandments to love God first and secondly love our neighbour as ourselves" and practice the bible's definition of true religion - James (brother of Yeshua)  1 - 27 - Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and keep oneself unspotted (uncontaminated by) from the world.

Welfare budget down in a flash, gone the huge burden the elderly place on a country's purse.  A fairly common complaint from some "they are living too long"     Why should you have to pay someone to look after their own father or mother where they are fit and able to do so.       Struggle though they will,  especially when the burden involves those suffering from dementia or Alzheimer's disease.   But I know an American woman who does precisely that, she is a woman of God, a devote Christian and bless her she is living out the commandment to Honour her Mother a frail ninety year old widow to whom she is sole carer.   Yeshua bless her mightily.                           

And the orphans,  perhaps if councils insisted less on inflicting their parameters and preferences on candidates and gave the children to God fearing caring couples willing to love and raise a defenceless child they could save another huge drain on state expenditure.  

Those who commit fraud, embezzle and steal could one day walk away minus their hands because another religion, culture and practices (we thankfully left behind in the "dark ages")  is slowly infiltrating this once great Christian country by stealth.   Prayerfully before its too late Adonai will raise up leaders who will stand for the Truth.   Following the founding fathers, great men of God,  William Wilberforce, John Wycliffe, John Wesley to name but a few, who will lead the people back to their God and his Commandments.

INNOCENCE

The child sat alone hidden away in the depth of the forest.    She knew nothing other than the basic fundamentals of existence taught her by her parents.    How to find food and medicine from the forest plants, where to wash and sleep, how to keep warm.    The sun rose in a distant place high above her head until it sank to the ground and all around her became dark, but sometimes she could see another paler globe that gave a dimmer light.

All she needed grew in abundance around her habitation and the water that flowed from a rock quenched her thirst and washed her body.   No animals gave flight when she appeared and she saw no threat from their presence.    She saw her reflection in a pool unaware it was just that and the child that smiled back became her playmate disappearing when the wind came and ruffled the surface of the water.   She was content in her place in time and space.

The strangers had come gesturing friendship and peace but they brought disease and death.

She was the only one left.   Sometimes the smell of burning wood drifted on the breeze and in the far distance a column of smoke signaled yet another part of her world destroyed.

She was the last of the innocents and she too had succumbed to the deadly virus.   Innocence died but not before her unseen guardian reached down and carried her small spirit away.   Eden had been successfully destroyed and replaced by concrete, freeways and cities of sin.  The very healing power of plants and trees destroyed forever by the human race.   

Innocence watched as her Father moved to the Judgement Seat.     The Lion of Judah roared, hills and valleys acknowledging his call.    His children gathered to sit at His feet as the final countdown begins.

T.Hills

2012

Yeshua said (Matthew 18 - 3)  Assuredly, I say to you unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.  (4) Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 

The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom has seen some sense in Christian values.  Yes the commandments kept could save any government billions.    A tad too late.    We reap as we sow.    The rot is deep and it will surely take the might and power of the God they deny.

Isaiah 51 - 6

Lift up your eyes to the heavens,

And look on the earth beneath,

For the heavens will vanish away like smoke,

And the earth will grow old like a garment,

And those who dwell in it will die in like manner.

BUT MY SALVATION WILL BE FOREVER,

AND MY RIGHTEOUSNESS WILL NOT BE ABOLISHED. 

Amen and SHALOM