These Precious Things

These Precious Ones

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright )

In the Final Days
heard

a glorious sound,

delightful words,
the buzz of joy and laughter found

as it rattles the nations;

yes,

fallen
golden leaves to ground
in unified worship

truth-seekers
from all stations of life.

From war-torn areas and desert sands;
from violent backgrounds and stealthy hands;
from every action despised;
from even all despicable vices;
from once lovers of hatred and strife.

What a beauty to behold
when sees the Maker a loving soul
though, bruised and bleeding
they're lifted up

cleaned and polished
they bubble forth

now in happiness their delight erupts,
since hope indeed gratefully fills their cup.

The noise of news good
vibrated and shook the foundations.
Streaming to the base of the mountain
foreigners from all denominations.

As the river proceeds to rush
exhilarated and exhibiting a rosy blush
many cry, their eyes abeam by a light they saw

their hearts enlarged by a vision scene:

A perfected mankind
eternally
inhabiting the earth.

Peace restored; justice reigns!
Secured a future free of pain.

Not reincarnated, nor recycled
but resurrected to the land
forefathers, grandparents,
children who lost all breath before they ran.

Yes, reconnected
Heaven and earth

according to God's
Original Plan!

Give Ear You Precious and Desirable Things!
For the Future Is Grand!

Grab your musical instruments
your lovely strings

and You
His Majesty's

Praises Sing!

Based upon Haggai 2:7:

“‘And I will shake all the nations, and the precious things of all the nations will come in; and I will fill this house with glory,’ says Jehovah of armies."

"At this Peter began to speak, and he said: “Now I truly understand that God is not partial, but in every nation the man who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him." Acts 10:34, 35.

"This is fine and acceptable in the sight of our Savior, God,+ 4 whose will is that all sorts of people should be saved+ and come to an accurate knowledge of truth." 1 Peter 2:3, 4.   © an hour ago, Lucretia Mccloud    teen •spiritual • hope • love • pain

Hark! then Heed

Hark! then Heed

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Gather

All

you lovers of peace
of justice

of a long
delicious
life.

Hear tell
of a

Glorious Future,

eliminated

from our marvelous
home/land:
vice and anger.

Yes!
Vicious strife.

Hark,
then Heed

to words
a ringing

throughout the earth

like past dinging's
of famous
Liberty Bells
which sadly cracked
when burned in fire;

or were removed
before they fell.

Crystal clear
the sound

as pristine waters dripping gently

moistening tongues parched;
soothing throats dry

aching

hoarse
since,

mourning came so suddenly

through intense darkness;
through horrid piercings;
through worldwide tragedies

creating
crippling fear.

Yes!

Hark,
then Heed
to what it means:

A Name

so wondrous
Do Proclaim!

Promises
actions of salvation
to righteous people

of all the nations

He
them
Does

lovingly
claim.

Jehovah--

“He Causes to Become”

Whatever
is needed

He demonstrated

through a nation
once noted as a threat

to enemies
decrying

Jah's Fame.

Now
extended
an invitation

to freely partake

of

'Truth.'

The
Almighty

Granting

an opportunity for endless life
to all now living.

Our lives unjustly
in jeopardy.

Daily at stake.

He's our Creator
of our physical universe
and intelligent beings

even here on earth.

He's the Fulfiller
of his purpose.

His Will right here
is to be done.

Satan, will not thwart his actions
or eternally render

God's work
undone.

As God said to faithful Moses:

“I am to be remembered
from generation to generation."

"‘I Will Become What I Choose to Become’"

His Vindication
of his Sovereignty

is the major
total sum

of Christ Jesus's
reigning splendor.

Come
All Ye!

Watch and See!

Hark, then Heed!
Follow the lead

of the thumping drum!

"For just as the rain and the snow
pour down from heaven and do not return there
until they saturate the earth, making it produce and sprout,

Giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
So my word that goes out of my mouth

will be.

It will not return to me
without results,

But it will certainly accomplish
whatever is my delight,

And it will have sure success
in what I send it to do."

This is God's Promise:

"Find exquisite delight
in Jehovah,

And he will grant you the desires of your heart."

He is a God of Purpose
with total ability
backed by

awesome

strength and might!

"King of eternity,
incorruptible, invisible,

the only God,

Be honor and glory
forever and ever.

Amen."

Yes,
extended
an invitation

For All to Come!
And Him Befriend.

Exodus 3:15; Psalm 37:4; Isaiah 55:10,11; Zech. 1:6; Joshua 23:14; 1 Tim. 1:17;

For your sakes I will send to Babylon and bring down all the bars of the gates.—Isa. 43:14.

In line with that prophecy, a world-shaking event happened one night early in October 539 B.C.E. While Babylon’s king and his nobles were drinking wine from holy vessels captured from Jerusalem’s temple and were praising their man-made gods, the armies of Media and Persia conquered Babylon. In 538 or 537 B.C.E., Babylon’s conqueror, Cyrus, commanded the Jews to return and rebuild God’s temple in Jerusalem. All of this was foretold by Isaiah, including Jehovah’s promise that he would provide for and protect his repentant people as they returned to Jerusalem. God called them “the people whom I formed for myself so that they mig ht declare my praise.” (Isa. 43:21; 44:26-28) Once these former exiles had returned and rebuilt Jehovah’s temple in Jerusalem, they became witnesses to the fact that Jehovah, the only true God, always fulfills his word. w14 7/15 3:10, 11

*Picture credit:  Largest bell that is still in existence is #Tsar Bell, currently on display in Moscow, Russia. It is third in the line of Tsar Bells, weighing 180 tons. It was forged in 1737, but the major fire at the location of its founding caused it to crack. Its predecessors were both lost to fire, 18 ton bell from late 16th century and 100 ton bell from mid-17th century.








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When Tomorrow Comes!

by Lucretia Mccloud aka Seah Greenhorn (poem with copyright)

When

ultimately

tomorrow arrives

soon,

in the best time,

although,

we twist

turn

in ernest concern

wallowing now

in deep sorrow,

no longer will anxious cries

consume precious

hearts and minds.

Who will deny

we will wish for

no more

tomorrows.

For today's desires

of tomorrows

exist in daily

shared prayers

as we say:

"Please relieve us

of our sufferings!"

sickness

death

pain

loneliness

stress

finances

plain unhappiness.

Yes,

when that day

shines

after

His will's done,

here,

Then

everyday

we'll rise

no more to despise

life.

Gratitude

imbued;

never

to again spew

as children do:

"Tomorrow never comes!"

100 wds

Prompt - Tomorrow . . . No more than 100 words

Good advice:

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2007761?q=Tomorrow&p=par  © 9 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual • hope • teen • misc • sad