Thoughts on “Make Love not War” get together Dusseldorf Germany

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from July 2014

Song Bird Songs

love not war

It won’t make a difference, nor the endless stream of petitions we sign. Even if a minor concession or victory is gained it’s as a drop in the ocean and the tide is coming in! We can only make it clear we personally want no part in this destruction.

No, I’m not a pessimist quite the opposite, but my heart cannot stand to look at another picture of a maimed or disfigured child. Only faith keeps hope alive.

I think Gayle Urwin (one of my favourite people) summed it up best when questioned whether he believed in the “end time”. He simply asked, whatever perspective you looked from, ecological, social, scientific etc. were things improving and getting better or rapidly getting worse. He didn’t need to say more.

Watching the news the question is no longer “can we turn this thing around?” as it was when I was young, more…

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Book of Revelation.

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rev book

The seal is broke, the scroll unveiled, of things that form the future:..

hour glass

The sand glass turned, the hour begun when mortal minds of men
Shall run a pace about this earth and dipped in blood the pen.
The man unveiled, an empire grim, lies waiting in the shadow,
The time is set, the race begins, that time itself unravels.
So set your course unto the wind that blows about this region.
It is the wake, the trumpet call that heralds in the season.
Look afar upon the wind for you may see it stirring
Beyond earth’s veil the tempest’s din about shall soon be whirling.

trumpets
Slowly, slowly time slips by, as water that is dripping.
One day over, next begun, life’s pages by are flipping.
Each day a note in this vast song, the melody that’s playing,
Each synchronized within the whole, the message it is saying
Come back, come back, within My arms, for time shall soon be ending
Life’s trials and tests, the combat sweet of others you’re defending.
Last note is played, the chorus ends, the silence is descending
Last drop is cast to net below, My presence now is pending

jesus return

So suck each drop of life’s sweet dew and hear the sound a ringing
Angels from the hosts on high the end of all are bringing.
What sweet refrain upon their lips, what power in each gesture,
Each sigh, each joy, each mumbled prayer, the sins no longer pester.

rev scroll

Open up your eyes and see the spirits in the wind.

(I’ve always been fascinated by the mysterious book of revelation and apocalyptic themes.)