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White for Harvest

Fields are white for harvest
with souls rotting on the vines;
graft them into the Kingdom now,
while there is still time.

Fullness of Life’s abundance is available,
when connected to the True Vine;
but how to reach others when –
Christians don’t heed the warning signs?

Workers may not be plentiful,
yet, faithful ones always find the fruit;
productive lives are highly visible
from employing Principles most astute.

Examples of Victorious Living serves
as the spiritual scythe for Human reaping;
for people won’t be harvested when…
One can’t insure one’s own safekeeping.

Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.

The Cross

I could just see
That cross so clearly
I was flat on my face before it
So weighed down with my wrongs
My self…
That I couldn’t rise an inch
All I could do was lie there
Admitting and confessing everything
I had nothing to offer him
No intensive at all for him
To forgive me
All I had was I was
But he accepted me
I was what he always wanted
In the first place and he receive me
He lifted the loads in my heart
And I could feel it go
I could just sense it all
Drawn away from me
And rushing up to that cross
I felt so light by
The slightest breeze
I am free.I am ransomed.
I’ve never felt this way before
Like a slave set free
Who was born a slave and never knew
What freedom was like.
I want to know this Jesus
Who has ransomed me
We’ve only just met…

O God Day By Day!

O Gad day by day
Groans and tears
Are prayers that you hear
I am alone and in deep distress
My problems go from bad to worse
With all the pains and troubles
Flying back and fort
O Gad day by day
Groans and tears
Are prayers that you hear
Help me to be patient and hopeful
Even when I have been
unfairly treated by others
Please forgive my unrighteous deeds
and unloving words
Cleans my hands and lips
Grant me the wisdom to discern
The times and courage
To do the right thing
O God day by day
Groans and tears
Are prayer that you hear
Help me to glory in my weakness
That your power and strength
May displayed through me
Guide my feet away
From the perilous and slippery paths
Gives me courage in all
My daily transactions…

By the Gate Called Beautiful

THERE’S A BEGGAR sitting by the gate called Beautiful,
And he needs more than just silver and gold;
The priests scoff by,
The rich walk by,
The people throng by,
The children ask why
This beggar’s sitting by the gate called Beautiful.

There’s a preacher coming to the gate called Beautiful,
And he ain’t got any silver or gold;
But, he won’t lie,
And, he won’t shy;
For, he’s the kinda guy
Who’ll just stop by
This beggar sitting by the gate called Beautiful.

A priest gnarls by,
“Wretched beggars defacing the Temple!”
A vendor calls by,
“Come, you fella! Got any change of coins?”
A youth rocks by,
“Hey dude! Got good style ha; keep on rockin’!”

The beggar’s not listenin’,
He’s eyes are on the preacher transfixed;
He stretches out his palm for alms;
The preacher grasps his arm,
“Silver and gold have I none,” he says
But what I have I give to you;
In the name of Jesus of Nazareth,
Rise up and walk, I say to you!”

Boy, he jumps up and dances,
Cries, “God’s power touched my bones!”
The crowd cast baffled glances,
“Wasn’t he a cripple a while ago!”

What a pulpit, O Master Carpenter,
You grant a fisherman who left his boat!
See how he blazes one fiery rhetoric,
One sermon wins 5000 souls!

The priests get angry,
The captain is mad,
They run down in hurry,
With Sadducees sad;
They all are sayin’,
“What happened’s very bad!”

They put them in prison,
They drag them to court,
They warn them “Listen,
“Don’t ever preach this sort!”

Ah, don’t show them your paperguns,
They ain’t some timid blokes;
They’ve seen their Master risen
From the dead to die no more!

Such were some events one day by the gate called Beautiful,
A beggar got more than just silver and gold;
The priests still cry,
The rich still sigh,
The people stop by,
The children ask why
There ain’t any beggar by the gate called Beautiful!

What If

What if tomorrow
The world had changed
As though in the twinkle of an eye
Just suppose all of a sudden
So many people were gone
Some you knew,some you didn’t
Some who left you feeling alone
Just vanished without a trace
Leaving you not knowing
If they were safe alive or dead
Or coming back
What if soon there after
Came a man (Jesus) who explain it all
Encourage peace throughout the land
Said in peaces name
Said we should be all one
Who promise what
Say seven years of peace and goodwill
If all we did was follow him
Oh!what if
Half through the seven
He seem die yet live again
And showed himself as he is
Instead of how he seem to be
What if the seven passed
So did the peace and the promises
Till it all fell apart
And all the world life
Faced in one fatal spot
So much to that unless
Those days were cut short
No more would follow
Seems so absurd to even
Ask about what if
And twinkling eyes
So easy to laugh and scoff away
And just live for another day
Without ever wondering
Or considering what if.

Almighty Hands

Eden is a place where I wanted to be
Reaching out for someone who’s always there for me
In these world full of trails & regrets
Caress of your almighty hands wipe away my tears…

Each Stroke of Your Blood

Each stroke of Your blood wiped away a stain off my canvas,
Each stroke of Your blood wrote my history anew:
One stroke after the other fall over this surface,
And paint a picture thought by You!
Lord, help me live a life worthy of Your sacrifice
And shape me after Your choice !

Some Thoughts About Jesus Christ

I decorate lighting my light heart,
On a pine, Christmas tree of devotion.
Several wishes are hung in globules,
shading life in colourful dreams.

Many thoughts flicker in delight,
in glittering Sequence of dancing droplets.
Ribbons roll and flutter in breeze.
Divinity is born in huts of every heart.

A celestial chant of love, born as baby,
Smile of heaven fell in a crib of wisdom
From the deluge of ignorance, emerges,
Xavier, thunderbolt of enlightenment.

I remember you eating your last supper,
with a half lit smile on corner of your lips.
Then you left us, on the face of earth,
flowing your blood of sarcasm on us.

All of us are searching for trails you left,
High above the mountain, beyond sky,
In mysterious ocean of life and death,
We found nothing, but your compassion for all

When season changes every time on earth,
we remember seeing your face reflect its hue.
When you helped carry a cross beyond horizon,
you alone ,were carrying world to its destiny.



The sun lifted his arm to hide his reddened face,
The winds ceased and the earth jolted in confusion;
The universe blackened; history was blotted out.

The One who held this vast universe by His power
Now hung motionless in body on the Cross —
That cursed pole obliterated by His crushed frame.

Puny little powers had wielded powerless hammers
Driving nails, lifting Him up for all eyes to see
What salvation God ordained through this cursed tree.

Two thieves for company; few friends, more foes
Waited, as time fled, to watch this end;
Time did end; history choked.

The quivers quivered as bitter arrows were disengaged;
Sin rattled against that Love immutable and true:
O Mockery, you had never so hatefully grimaced
Than when He prayed,
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do!”

One sinner cursed, the other his sins confessed
And sought a hope this world never knew;
Glory shone from God’s battered face,
As to him He said,
“Verily, you’ll be with Me in paradise today, I say to you!”

Then, from those torn lips flowed words of sealing
A woman whose breast He leaned on
To the disciple that leaned on His:
“Woman, behold your son!”
“Son, behold your mother!”

And, darkness covered the land for hours three;
Chronicles and almanacs wriggled in disbelief;
Time dropped her hands all mystified,
As He cried,
“My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”

What pride mars the hearts of sinful mortals,
Their evil enflamed by their wishful desires!
One blinded man whispered, “He calls for Elijah!”
Another mocked, “Now, he needs help.”
We plunder our lives for goods of godless pleasure,
We plummet our souls into hell’s horrendous grave;
Then, we look at the Crucified Savior,
And whisper to ourselves, “He needs help!”

The agony was over, the agony released;
He knew it was over and felt the peace;
Then, He said, “I thirst!”
Lord, I was the cause and the reason why You thirsted.
The liquid that most composes this earthly sheath
Was drained from Your veins to wipe my shame;
You thirsted in order that I may never thirst again!

They lifted to You that venomous vinegar
To burn Your lips, to blunt Your pain.
You turned Your Holy face in refusal,
Your thirst was quenched when You quenched my shame.

Then, He cried “It is finished;”
The Law and the Prophets brought to an end in Him.
One Act of Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Nullified religion, culture, and every human whim.
The wisdom of the wise in their wallets,
The power of princes in their pockets,
Let forever be confined:
He’s done with these, I’m done as well;
I’m crucified to the world through Him.
The old is blotted out, history has changed,
The transgressor is no more; see, there this saint!
Man no longer has works; these are acts of the Cross,
From where alone flows each disciple’s works.

What cry now rends the heavens and the earth!
What voice echoes through the corridors of space!
“Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit!”
The only Obedient Son died to live again!

The veil of the temple was torn asunder,
The earth quaked and the rocks were split;
His material case broke open; the path of heaven was paved.

The centurion fell to his knees in wonder,
The crowd beat their breasts and cried;
Silence! God hangs motionless, the penalty is paid.

As the sacrificial lamb brought to the altar,
As the sparrow over running waters slain,
He poured out His boundless love and drenched me with grace.

Lord, what is passion and how much zeal’s enough?
Your Passion displayed passionately the ultimacy of love.
The world’s fully obliterated, it’s only You all now!

© Domenic Marbaniang, April 1, 2010

I said a prayer for you today

I said a prayer for you today
and know GOD must have heard
i felt the answer in my heart
although he spoke not a word
i didn’t ask for wealth or fame
(i knew you didn’t mind)
i ask for priceless treasure rare
of more lasting kind
i prayed that he’d be near to you
at the start of each new day
to grant you health and blessings fair
and friends to share your way
i ask for happiness for you
in all things great and small
but you’d know his loving care
i prayed the most of all.