This is What Tomorrow Will Bring

   Who said nobody see tomorrow?
   Sit down and contemplate to see tomorrow,
   You can see tomorrow if you are well versed and wise enough,
   Don't you still see what tomorrow is?
   It's simple, it is the day of your death.

   Who said nobody knows what tomorrow will bring?
   Tomorrow will bring your end, and you will die tomorrow.
   Then you will be risen up again,
   And be burn for days in hell if you have no love in Jesus Christ.
   But you will inherit eternal life if you keep the Ten Commandments and follow Jesus Christ.

   Since you are going to die tomorrow but raised up to stand before judgment,
   Live your today according God who created you.
   Life is short tomorrow is coming.
   Enjoyment is short punishment is dangerous and long,
   So, enjoy today according to God to escape His punishment tomorrow.

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Poem: There is No Love At First Sight or Love Marriage

   There is no love at first sight,
   But want at first sight, my friend.
   It is the beauty that you want,
   Because you have an eye to see,
   And a heart to feel it.
   Close your eyes and you will know,
   She is as black as the ugly girl you think.

   There is no love marriage,
   But desire based marriage, my dear.
   It is the sex that you want,
   Because you have an inborn sex desire,
   That compels you to get married.
   Take out your sex desire and you will know,
   Why eunuch do not get married.

   Love have no sight and desire,
   But it is good intention and action toward every soul, my love.
   You will know it when you are blind and become an eunuch.
   And you will see love goes out toward every creatures without any favouritism,
   And treated them equally as you would do to yourself.
   Then you will realize that you always have the choice to keep alive the love in you.
   Are you a lover?

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Poem: I Rather Have No Children

   (How to Save Future People from Hell.)

   I rather have no children,
   Because I love my posterity so much.
   Why should I bring them in,
   In this world of uncertainty?

   Few are those who enter to the narrow gate of heaven,
   Many are those who go to the wide gate of hell.
   If my posterity are about a hundred,
   How many will be among the few?

   I save my posterity from hell,
   When I don't have children.
   Because I love my posterity so much,
   I rather have no children.

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The Two Cave Men

   In a land where seeds were sown,
   Two beautiful gardens lay beside two neighbouring caves.
   Two souls rested in each cave at chosen times.

   One day a soul told the other, "Sowing apple is sweet."
   "Nah, lemon’s cool," the other believed, 'Yours' enough for both of us.'
   Their life work was simple: sowing and reaping.

   When trees were growing old, decorated with body covered seeds,
   The neighbor called the other, "Buying apple is fortune."
   "Nah, mine’s ball of gold," the similar other thought, ‘Mental neighbour’s a curse.’

   Fruits with seeds were fit to be plucked and lo, they went away to their respective caves.
   One soul suggested to the other, "Seeking apple may bring change."
   "Nah, all is well," the other was convinced, ‘Fed up of this fool. I hate him to death.’

   Soon, never had been dust storm and earthquake rocked the land for days and split it in two.
   "All life’s work and this I got," sang one of the soul as he pointed at his apples, ate them and was happy.
   "Life’s a curse and this it gives." The other soul threw his lemons, his gold, held his stomach and cried flat on the ground.


   "In the end, we often came to know, it is our thoughtful or thoughtless choice that matter most in life.
   And, what we thought of others could turn out to be about us.
   It takes time to, but we reap and eat what we ourselves sow in life and we will. We cannot rely on others work. 
   So, let's not be thoughtless and mistake that which need a good study. 

   We have to listen to the advice of the Truth."

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Don't Think It's Over When Life's Over

   When the day of luck is over, yes when life is over,
   Don't think it's over.
   As we cannot reach to imagine how human come to exist, and where God resides,
   Don't disbelieve about second life resurrection and the reward.

   That day will not be like this day of luck, yes like this day of option.
   It'll be about, 'did you use your day of luck well.'
   As on this day of luck, we decide to live according to our choice, yes according to truth or falsehood.
   But the coming next day is the real day and place of choice: Heaven or Hell.

   Factually provable and we experience, the day of luck is passing my  brother, the day of option is dying my sister;
   Don't take it easy, that will let us make bad decision.
   As you know nothing last forever but nature my love, choices last forever my dear;
   Don't think it is early, that will result in missing the train to Heaven.

   A new day is coming, yes a day of choice,
   Never think it will be over after dead.
   As we chose and fulfill it on this day, nature has it's own way of fulfillment, Aw my fellow humans.
   Don't think it's over before it's Over.

   When the day of luck is over, darling, yes when life is over, my life;
   Don't think it's over.
   As we cannot reach to imagine how a day of luck come to exist and when it will end,
   Don't disbelieve the true story of Jesus Christ and the judgment day.

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Does God Love Someone More Than Others?

   God does not love Noah more than the rest.
   In fact, Noah toil for years to be a blessings to others.
   When time comes, choice was still asked for faith and salvation.
   To save themselves was easy: a careful future thought, discarding one’s opinion and obeying prophets of love.

   God does not love Abraham more than the rest,
   He does not love Israel more than the rest,
   It is always a love plan to attract and lead all into one stream to take them to the new heavens and new earth.

   God does not love Joseph more than the rest.

   In fact, Joseph went through all those hard years and sufferings,
   To serve and save the people known to men as locals and foreigners.
   If all has known what Joseph has to go through, they (includes his brothers) may not have done bad to him.
   If Joseph knew it, he may have not chose what he did not choose.

   The greatest is Jesus Christ; He chooses to love but suffer to death to save us all human kinds for eternity.
   He foresaw what His life on earth would be before He was begotten in a womb.
   Yet, He decided to bear them all till death, including disrespect, disbelief, hatred needless to mention dishonor, earthly desires and temptation.

   God love no one more than the rest.
   He even give us His Blameless but Holy Angel, His first Son to redeem us, His lost children.
   It appears to men as God is bias but His appointed men always turns out to save and bless us all – human kinds (through Yeshua Messiah).

   The choice to believe, keep and be saved is still our’s.

.......So let's find ourselves deeper and the love of God through our Saviour Anointed Emmanuel in the poem below.......


   Same was the sky, and sad was still a man,
   Lying in darkness seems no choice,
   Crying is not the man's choice.

   Stories would have been the same,
   Curse would have been still a life,
   If not the hero of the cross came in sandals.

   'I am damned, leave me to shame,' cried the man.
   The hero of the cross held him tight,
   "Come, I will take you to the blessed land."

   'Hell's my destiny, love's a lie,' wept the man.
   "See, my love ain't a joke, even hell bows down," stretched out was the hero's arms,
   "Curve thy worries in my flesh."

   Disbelieve was the man, 'Outcast is me, God's forgiveness counts!'
   "Of course, believe and live it, God does love you more than a man do!"
   The hero of the cross looked up, shining was he, and vanished in to the sky.

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Lyrics: I Am Just a Beggar of Your Love

   I am the moon and you are the sun.
   I cannot shine without your light of love.
   Nobody can see me without your love in me.
   I am just a lump of dust in a dark place.
   I am blind without your light and I'll stumble.

       Please, shut not to me your light of love, my beloved Father.
       Let me not shiver to dead in the cold darkness.
       The evil king rules with so a cruelty in this dark place.
       I need you like a heart beat, my Lord.
       Love me always with your light, my God.

   I am just a beggar of your love.
   I will die the day you give me no love.
   None has the love I need but you.
   Honestly, your love is all my blood and life.
   My life begs for your love every count of time.

     Daily, feed me with your bread of love.
     Care for me like a baby for I am your baby, O Lord, my Father my God.
     Awake me in the light of your love when I fall asleep.
     You are all I hope and got, and I am all nothing without you.



   NB: I love to write not only writings but lyrics and would be glad to work with others. Anyone who want to work with me, feel free to inbox me for work.
   Let us benefit the world in the way we can and work to prosper it but according to God our Father in Heaven. He will help us if we are according to Him, for He love the world and we can see it in Jesus Christ.
   In fact, He wanted it, and we only have to go His way.

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Between the Past and the Future: Bye Bye Worry

   The cold wind blows, sometimes warm,
   Fiercy, fiery and dusty.
   Sometimes it even smells nostalgic.
   Between the past and the future found I myself standing.

   Oh, the past so attracts,
   Yet though depletion and deathly at end,
   Hope I could visit it sometimes.
   The future's certain but the path's challenge.
   Oh, how much wish I could avoid it.
   I could cry all day long over it,
   'When will the journey end? When will the journey end?'

   Little child playing in a space seems so betterly fortunate,
   Wondering about the stars in the clear moon night won't leave my memric,
   Yet those so are past for me.
   The wind is cold, sometimes warm,
   And I have to fight through it.

   I so long dwell in between the past and the future.
   Had I moved on toward the future, would I be on higher ground already.
   A tendency to look back, fall and cry is killing me.
   Suicide is never an option but cowardice and foolish.
   Huff, I need to wake up and refresh my soul!
   Thus I took deep handsome breathes and refreshed my soul,
   I had to move on through the cold wind, sometimes warm.

   The future lie somewhere in wait for me in a state of pure and holyly wrapped.
   Why would I let the cold wind, sometimes warm kill me?
   How would it kill me unless I give up like cowards who committed suicide?
   I am invincible as long as I believe by the Father's power above.

   The cold wind, sometimes warm is but just a wind.
   It cannot take a thing off my destiny,
   It's just going its way, and I too am going my way.
   Knowing that, I began to find pleasure in fighting through the cold wind which sometimes is warm.

   I feel, I now feel, with pleasure I'm going to the future.
   With pleasure will I achieve my destiny,
   And that sense makes me so excited in looking forward to it.
   And with pleasure will I rest in the Mansion of my Father,
   Satisfying with the title 'Victor.'
   Therefore, with pleasure I'm moving on, enjoying every little things.

   Bye bye means go away, we shall not meet again.
   Bye bye my old deathly love,
   Bye bye past, bye bye worry, my old unhelpful friends,
   I have loved you for so long.
   I have not a place for you in my heart anymore.
   Bye bye and bye bye, forever and ever.
   I'm moving on forward, and I am content and happy!

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For Kolhte My Love, for Kolhte My Love

   Today, let me post for my dearest friend Kolhte.

As one can see the front toes, the color around its rear toes are also white.

   I have wanted to make a post for it long ago and had written few things down about it several times. But today the spirit to make a post for Kolhte is in me in time, not as I want but as the power that help me want a better thing for it as always for things. And, that's what I want. So, I am not going to write formally about Kolhte but as the way which you can discover:

I had a dog once, which I bought with debt,
His name is Kolhte, which literally means little danger.

But, the real meaning of the language is dear danger.

When I wanted to hug him, I call him,
'Deardanger, come and let's hug.'
When I wanted to feed him, I call him,
'Deardanger, come and eat your food.'

When I needed help, I call him,

'Deardanger, help me.'

When I wanted to play, I call him,
'Deardanger, let's play.'

I wanted to be with him, my Deardanger more,

But time has separated us, time of misfortune.

I wanted to see, meet, hug and kiss him more,
But time has taken him away, time of untimely end.

*Today, I missed him so much,
Because I am alone.

My heart fell so deep that I could feel it with my soul,

I could not stop the tears that fell on my hand and sleeve.

**I know how others would so engaged about it,

At me and my Deardanger matter.
But I am just being so touched by love,
And why should I fear with and in love.

*The truest and inseparable most faithful friend,
Threat and deceit impregnable friend, better than an earthly spouse, partner or friend,
When have death taken you my love, my friend? Why have death taken you my love, my friend?
No one would understand your lonely isolated friend.
**Rather everyone would be happy at his misfortune,
And laugh at the condemned soul and increase his tears without shame.

They have lose humanity and truth, the Devil had devoured them,
And no soul is left in them anymore, that have a piece of love.

The soul of man weep not at the stone they throw at him,
But at the feeling of sympathy for their lost souls.
For, the soul of the Evil that devour them is now their soul,
Needless to say they also lost the real meaning of love at the same instant.

Awww.., this world is a lost world!
This world have lost humanity and Truth.

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