Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Thunder Clouds

 Originally written in 2008....As I rewrite this I am watching a historical recount of the STAX festival and record organization on the local Public Broadcasting Channel (WJCT). It is programming like this that educates and inspires me. On another note why does the black generation of today continue to produce music that degrades humanity and erodes moral integrity. It is not rap…it is crap. All these gangsta crappers should watch this documentary, maybe it will touch a part of their soul that is clouded and corrupted. I hope and pray so, for music is more than a string of foul and tasteless words mixed with electronic beat noise. Music is harmony & rhythm first and its’ history lies deep within all of our roots. Return to the spirit of music and it will take you places unknown.

Thunder Clouds

Off in the distance storm clouds gather
To do their destruction of The Father.
Thunder clasps and lightning bolts
The wild horses call for their colts.
The rain holds back as darkness sets
All the world in one panic they get.
Flashes of light and sounds that rumble
The mud slides where trees stood humble.
The valley awash in a sea of dirt
No survivors of this washed away hurt.
The shorelines all cluttered on the beach
Homes within an angry seas reach.
Nothing can escape the rising water
The aftermath is undistinguished clutter.
Another example of the foolishness of man
Build a weak foundation on shifting sand.
Rape the hillsides so no rock can stand
Build with sticks in a flood plains strand.
In time when the storms release their fury
Everyone & everything will be in such a hurry.
Only then it will be too late and we’ll all have to answer….✨
At Heavens Holy and Mystical Gates.

© BAS …;}… 9/4/08 3:00 AM EST

In His Majesties Service: Matthew 7: 24-27

P.S. In a previous post  I mentioned several ancient historical leaders who were bipolar.
Well there are many I didn’t mention but one comes to mind now…
Achilles was multi-polared !!! Imagine what went thru his head on any given day.

“It is only strange if you make it so
It is only real if you believe it so
It is what it is, but it needs to go
It is it no more, so just let it go.”

Revision 11/28/2017   As I read something the Lord delivered to me in 2008 I am listening to Whitney Houston's Greatest Hits, the song "The Greatest Love of All" is on.  Now this is classic Whitney but I have a problem with this CD.....where is our National Anthem she sang at the Super Bowl ? The greatest rendition ever....I don't care who you are....Thank you Whitney for being a shining light in the darkness of human kind....miss your wonderful voice ...sing a song to Him for all of us down here....til we meet again...BAS  5:05 PM  EST

“You are only limited by what you think is possible. 
So remember….
It is possible to think without limits.”   
✨πŸ™✝️πŸ˜ŽπŸ‡ΊπŸ‡ΈπŸ—½πŸ✨

Bryan A. Stross 10/19/2022   6:00 AMish EST



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