NOTHING FROM NOTHING

The holy scriptures never give-up their meaning
To those who would study them academically
Without  application of faith; as text merely reading
Without which as how written; inspirationally

The holy scriptures never give-up their meaning
To those who read just to merely scrutinise
Limited to cognitive discussions; empty of feelings
Without a ripple of belief; in any way personalized

IN-COMMAND

There is a daily battle for your body; your soul
Weighted by every conscious decision of your mind
By what you either opt to take or lose control
Outcomes justly and narrative of your designs

There is a waged war on for your body; your soul
Finally lost or won by the status of your mind
Either by allowing deterioration or seek to restore
But with conscience  always prodding to you, remind

UNCOVERED

God is the only true hope left on earth
Most others already gone or else diminished
Downsized to actual; their original worth
And as such but freshly out - All but finished

God now remains the only hope of the world
For those of man's systems have lost their credit
As the flags of their reality become so unfurled
And as such put God atop found by personal edit

LIVING FUTILE

Living without God has got to be rough
For without Him as; of much ill dependency
For whatever is most needed; never enough
Accounting for inferior and superior tendencies

Living without God proves but empty, but rough
For nothing of inner-self but of worthwhile appeal
To find unconditional love of all efforts, tough
But without which can never but complete, feel

IN-BETWEENS

Most religions only offer social forms of worship
Of rites, rituals and/or services performed in groups
With some hierarchy claiming with God a relationship
Thus somehow all structured for themselves to suit

Most religions only offer social forms of worship
Totally ignoring any individual spiritual development
For the hierarchy provides as  the only higher relationship
A representation of God: But His earthly government

BUT JUST TWO

Nationality merely identify the country of origin
It puts no one in any special category; any class
For indeed globally we are all of one offspring
And but of the same outcome of everyone; asks

Nationality is of man's narrow division and pride
For before us all but the same tasks and/or options
For in principle of the same dynamics do abide
In the finality of either being of God or of satan's

DIECAST

Conduct yourself as such until embodied in truth
And like truth become appreciative; last but long
From such stem will you blossom; be its rare fruit
There discover the absolutes of right and of wrong

Conduct yourself relentlessly until embedded in truth
Until of its firm character and of its characteristics
Without even tempted to any lesser conveniences; suit
So transfer a being; rich, fulfilled, a marvel, but majestic

ANY TRUTH

Truth, like God, remains both potent and perpetual
Likewise at consequence can be denied and/or ignored
Left to the future but then to circumstances, eventual
Willfully left-out but becomes all that but ill-afford

Truth like God provides for mankind only true linkage
A point at which all can focus and where all can agree
The medium of truth can provide a healthy, global stage
Where God is not only interactive bot the sole referee

SUBMITTING

Get on your knees; let your head bow
Long before your situation warrant that you do it
It is scripturally promised that each will, therefore somehow...
But voluntarily allows you the total credit

Before God, get on your knees; your head bowed
Wait not on some situation to cause you to do it
For even though to do so, either way is allowed
Doing it freely may well serve to avoid it  

THE ULTIMATE PREP

The devil (you'll agree) can never get near
If all of proximity was reserved for God
If all confidentiality with Him would share
In such favor willingly, "change the odds"

Inscribe around yourself but such a perimeter
Creating a safe place to dwell (tucked inside)
Preparing now for the better desired hereafter
But first a lifestyle allowing room to decide

ONLY UNTIL...

Nothing will ever satisfy until God is met
In His supreme likeness; as our sole means
Gem-like in our lives so revered and  so set
Being of our utmost need but so deemed

Nothing will ever do except by Him; gets
Until God can be had and as no substitute
Until He is acknowledged as our best bet
Until such validity we hold as total truth

DIVINE INTERVENTION

My sub-conscious posts notes on matters-at-hand
To my conscience that nags me for my goodness sake
So on my attention it grabs escalating to demands
Of paths that are right for me;that could possibly take

My sub-conscious with Divine makes constant intercession
So be it with God my entire being becomes thus linked
Awaiting priority, will and deed from such communication
While providing material to correlate as I soberly think

DRY AND EMPTY

Without God life takes a detour
Gets clearly off the desired path
And faked and flimsy of such a future
For of sound and real did so depart

Without God life takes a detour
Strange and unjust but familiar scenes
Of treating symptoms; of distant cure
And where every end justifies the means

AS AN ENTITY

My soul asks my body,"Hey! What's the matter?"
To which my body replies,"I cannot really say!"
My soul then asks, "What exactly you're after?
And for our well-being, do you but ever pray?"

My soul further but deeply enquiries of discipline
To which my body, to answer, but at total loss
At which time my mind thought, "How interesting"
And began to sum-up all but the total costs