Rhymes of faith

Honour

2011-10-26T00:14:00.003+02:00

The honours of the one and only
man in United Kingdom do.
The Son of God is in the few
exhibiting the hub - the holy.

The honours of the number one
man in United States will do.
And also he, through gates anew,
will be the one – to God the Son.

Calling

2011-09-17T08:58:00.001+02:00

Win in a lottery, make a decision, -
nothing is to it if not in a mission
joining the powers and yearnings of God
thrust like as if in a heartbeat of blood.

Born we are sensible, called as eligible.
Be by the Spirit of God and be able.
Be by the heartbeat a want to the end.
Motives meet needs! And The Son be a friend.

My taking

2011-09-17T08:57:00.000+02:00

My taking is by nature two.
One is by you. The other too.
They both are making me insane
by suffering from futile vain.

One is my view, the other sight.
My faith is left, my hope is right.
My testicles, my witnesses,
just give me pain no sense there is!

To a girl

2011-09-17T08:55:00.002+02:00

Ever so lovely and always so nice
women are who act as if in disguise
like a Mariah, who modelled the one
chosen and called to give life to The Son.

Proud of her nature, aware of her quality,
she by her son will make God in reality.
He who owes her his attention and hand
will be a king, be the meaning of man.

So it snows

2011-09-17T08:54:00.001+02:00

So it snows to explain, what is mercy in Norway.
So it snows to explain. And forbearance is cold.
But the viper lethargic, the songbirds away,
let us store up desire, the land being told.

Every house, every road, every statue the same
when explained in the special heavenly way.
But we will not forget that we do have a name
And by spring it will show we have something to say.

Solveig's reassurance

2011-09-17T08:51:00.002+02:00

In honour of Edvard Grieg’s Solveig’s song

A song might live forever if
it unifies a region.
And my song will forever live
since men will be Norwegian.

My song, just like the river flows
in heaps and leaps or low and slow,
that spirit as the motion goes,
is Norway dreaming, nature’s love.

Being us

2011-09-17T08:49:00.005+02:00

Be curious, be furious,
be anxious, be serious,
but be together to The Son
to justify as neighbours done.

Together too we answer to
demands of God to me and you:
A people to Him precious is
if faith we show, The Son we kiss!

The Law

2011-09-17T08:45:00.001+02:00

The comforter, when saying that he who reapeth
receiving is joy from the one who besoweth
considered the nature, the law of the being.
The being will end due to cause and receiving.

Stupid

2011-09-17T08:43:00.002+02:00

If thy wife is a victim, a thing at thy hand,
lest thy son thine opponent, thou art not a man.
If oppressed she will be just a burden to thee.
And The Lord will set free an aggressor called hie.

[‘hie’ is old English for ‘she’]

Wisdom speaks

2011-09-17T08:41:00.001+02:00

Hm … I wonder: God must also
be a girl to be man’s I.
Popes are not. Though wisdom is. So
one should wed one. Thiith! Bye bye.

I am just a little maiden,
not the culture, not the Son,
who the sorry wants to brighten
up and yellow. Hm … Be won!

Beautiful sixteen

2011-09-17T08:39:00.003+02:00

They are beautiful, girls at the age of sixteen,
or a little bit older, say eighteen, nineteen,
made, created, to nourish and help meet the man.
They are perfectly fit to take part in God’s plan.

They are beautiful, are they, anew and on guard
by their faith in The Son, still untutored, not scarred.
They deliver what needs to be said loud and spoken.
And by Christ they, when seen, will recover, not broken.

They are beautiful, girls at the age of sixteen
by their maternal look, by their breasts firm and keen, –
are perhaps those most meant to be married and saved.
They are sensual, sweet. And we make them depraved.

Never lonely

2011-09-17T08:38:00.000+02:00

Never lonely God your Father
and if living by The Law:
Doing so The Lord will neither
leave you nor let faith withdraw.

Living by The Law by you
God will have something done.
Being by the two of you
being on your own is gone.

Caption

2011-09-17T08:37:00.000+02:00

To be or not to be the question
if not to be a stillborn son.
By it a growth: Not by election
but by the choice is future won.

And God see to it that we grow
by choices made which by we change.
But only God is love we know.
Who said that choice was to arrange?

When Christ before Pilate was brought
Pilate was forced to choose an action.
The greater guilt therefore he got
who gave Christ to him, made that caption.

And it is just another day

2011-09-17T08:35:00.003+02:00

The sun arises, straight and strong,
accompanied by songsters’ song,
the day takes topic left by night
as life is stretching for the light.

The morning mist a million lighter
the pulse by as the day gets brighter,
as stalks are raised and flowers turned,
as creeps escape not to be burned,

the mortals settling in a hurry,
be missing else the day, the worry.
The Lord by means let earth obey.
And it is just another day.

Hey babe

2011-09-17T08:34:00.002+02:00

Just a tramp I am not since a mission I’ve got:
Like the seed of corn I want growth to be born
and the land of my self come to life giving life
letting children be claimed. By my name I am aimed.

Being called by The Lord means a mission is stored
by which I will strike roots and my children bear fruits.
Maybe not to be found better mould than your ground,
baby, roses at ease. Will you marry me please?

For Heaven's sake

2011-09-17T08:32:00.003+02:00

“The commandment,” the son said,
“is nothing but true”.
“You shall not steal,” the son said.
But she got the clue.

And the girl said: “Some cannot
agree not to steal.”
“Tell me why,” said the son,
“Tell me: How do you feel?”

“I feel sorry for children
who live on the street,”
said the girl. And he nodded.
“They nick just to eat!”

“That is true,” said the son,
but beware: “Do they steal?”
“Yes, they do,” said the girl.
And the son said: “But steal?”

“They do not!” said the girl.
And the son said: “True. No.”
And the girl laughed and played
with him so, I should know.

Psychology

2011-09-17T08:31:00.001+02:00

Psychology! Confess the god! –
by whom excuse became the lord,
by whom control and explanation
let man be scorn as a pervasion.

Man’s faith is scorn by knowledge of
his were about intentions real.
Man’s faith will not be sanctioned, though.
In Christ faith rules, not ill the will.

The girl in me

2011-09-17T08:24:00.003+02:00

Alone, possessed, and scared to pain
intrusion by and love in vain
I lost my faith in human kind
myself a strong man, in my mind.

No chance at all a man can cope
with angels sent to ruin hope.
No person there to blame, you see.
In fear I found relief. Tihi!

The girl in me a precious stone,
a diamond, to me, not my own –
myself ingeniously made
by me and mine surviving raid.

The girl in me a pearl God given,
the growing out from being even,
an even being pruned, you see.
Incompetent God made. Hihi!

Being it

2011-09-17T08:21:00.001+02:00

Being just about it
and a little too much
one too many is such
a fair chance this is it!

Being just about it
and a little to much
one to many is such
a fair chance he is it!

The king and I

2011-09-17T08:19:00.001+02:00

First to set out for inspection.
First to lower it, my sword.
I to Norway am protection.
I to God perhaps a lord.

Number one The King saluting
unit by and being of
view command the King inspecting
I am meant to be of love.

Asked, not told, to make the guard,
marked by choice and not by rule,
heed of Jesus my reward,
soldier either or a fool.

One moment at the time

2011-09-17T08:15:00.001+02:00

One moment at the time, she says.
I understand not chance, God’s ways,
The Lord by man resplendent done
by faith man given in the Son.

One moment at the time, she says,
to cope with fear and nature’s ways.
And one by one and not by chance
we overcome and skill enhance.

One moment at the time. God’s time.
She says. The dollar not a dime,
I see, the value of the moment found
when faith in it not clock around.

One moment at the time, she says,
to grow and fructify by days
God given in His love for us.
Responsible and trusted thus.

Justice

2011-09-17T08:14:00.005+02:00

Proverbs, 27:21, 17:3

As the fining pot carrying silver,
and the furnace giving gold,
shall justice man deliver
as what with man will hold.
The Lord, though, grabs your soul.

I dream about a certain beauty

2011-09-17T08:11:00.001+02:00

I dream about a certain beauty,
Justice is her maiden name.
A burden not, and not a duty,
the married mine. Is that a shame?

Her eyes a wonder, smile a truth,
her breasts divine and in their youth,
her carriage proud, to eyes anew,
to me would be my dreams come through.

I dream about that wondrous beauty,
Justice is her maiden name.
I make her up, as servant bounty.
My Lord! That woman’s life my flame!

Not all you see

2011-09-17T08:06:00.002+02:00

By nature three is man, you see.
An eunuch from his mother’s womb.
An eunuch man made, acting some.
An eunuch Heaven’s sake to be.

We all restricted duty by.
But only one by God is done.
Not all are lovely to The Son.
Not offer. Charity. Is why.

By nature three the will to be
refusing opportunity.
As eunuchs three we are not free.
But only one by God, – see:

Necessity like corn will be.
Utility like herbs. You see:
As eunuchs they will serve to be,
serve eyes, not like the fruit tree.

Not offerings but mercy is
what Jesus wants from us – and this:
The independence of the tree
affording fruit. Be fruit trees we!

Praised be wisdom

2011-09-17T08:03:00.001+02:00

To faith and hope and charity
is wisdom giving clarity
the moon like ending fears and doubt
by comforting and making stout.

A mother like she sees to hers,
prepares, explains when dawn occurs.
The stars insistence upon fate
she renders useless, mother faith.

The stars insistent need to cope
she renders useless, mother hope,
the sun by proud affording birth
to nice and novel on the earth.

The sun in this respect is Christ.
The moon He marries every night.
And wisdom apprehend His ways.
Together they will make my days.

Noah engaging her

2011-09-17T07:58:00.000+02:00

Noah was a husbandman,
the first to let the woman count,
the first to let the woman mount
the son by whom she chime the man.

The animals upon the ground,
to earth as wisdom, nous, sense,
he fed upon. The woman hence
to love for being morale found.

Noah made a vineyard her,
before had this not let be done,
expecting thereby, by his son,
deliverance, salvation near.

The Lord the rainbow published, then,
to show unlikely God’s Son not.
As earth to heaven, failing not,
himself was Noah – number ten.

Moses marrying her

2011-09-17T07:56:00.001+02:00

When Moses gave The Law he knew
the woman he would merry too,
the woman kept in place by man
directing her to gift his plan.

“Live by The Law, gain life thereof!”
Said Moses. “Deeds, and need to know
to act by God is raised by it.
Live by The Law and act by wit!”

The woman independent, then,
untrammelled, out of harness when
God licensed her to form the Son.
Obeying Law by trust is won.

As man to God the woman free
to act on man’s behalf to be
a revolution Moses by
who was not just another guy.

Jesus relieving her

2011-09-17T07:49:00.001+02:00

When Jesus came a birth took place.
Engaged by Noah, wed by Moses,
the human kind left with a case:
“The Son of Man what one composes!”

Man’s life was revolutionized:
“This proves belief in human kind!”
Unfortunately slowly seized
the chance. But some tenor did find.

The Son of Man was born to be
man’s faith God given nature even.
And forming future proud and free
was man let to do believing given.

The woman by her husband too
anew to be perceived set duly:
Her charity now made her true.
Upon to wonder God’s work, truly.

Paul

2011-09-17T07:34:00.001+02:00

In prison, Paul, humiliated,
alone, forgotten, dead awaited,
unwelcome, giving life denied:
Precisely he God made our guide.

Impossible what Paul did then –
a miracle to girls and men
afraid of being selves rejected.
In weakness is God’s work perfected.

John the baptist

2011-09-17T07:24:00.008+02:00

Being groom to The Son is a work to be done.
Being bribe to The Son something else is.
And Johannes the Baptist made bribes to The Son
since the priests of that time were just selfish.

Priests all joined in the coming, were baptized and done.
But could even not flirt, say be married.
Holy lamps would not lit since all lamp oil was gone.
How come? Full of themselves never worried.

Priests all recognized fraudsters. The eye of the ruler.
The cross being set up when wills not adjoined.
But they thought being rulers themselves was much cooler
than being responsible, faithful, and coined.

John the Baptist was literate, wise, and intelligent.
He took the job being groom to The Son.
He was book-learned and taught by The Law. His incitement:
Being of use. To The Lord. And be done.

Never he asked for Jesus to pay him attention.
And he never displayed by the eyes of The Lord.
Never he asked Lord Jesus what was His intention,
he, the greatest man women will ever afford?