Into the Fiery Furnace

The faith of Daniel in his God was rewarded,

The power of Jehovah was something the King came to understand,

Daniel was appointed to take charge of the wise men of Babylon,

And thus the Princes of Judah became a power in the land.

 

 

King Nebuchadnezzar erected an idol on the plain of Dura,

It was three score cubits high and made of solid gold,

He told the people that this idol was to be their new God,

And must be worshipped in place of those they worshipped in days of old.

 

All the wise men of Babylon were invited to the dedication,

And were given an edict which all of them must obey,

That at the sound of the music they must fall down and worship,

Or they would be thrown into the fiery furnace that very day.

 

The Princes of Judah decided that they could not obey,

That they must remain true to Jehovah the God of Israel,

They were prepared to continue to put their faith in Jehovah,

The God in whom they trusted, the one who had served them well.

 

The Chaldeans saw that the Princes of Judah ignored the edict,

They rushed to the King to inform him right away,

Shadrack, Meshack and Abed-nego were summoned into the presence of the King,

Who gave them an opportunity to have their say.

 

Shadrack, Meshack and Abed-nego

informed the King that they could not worship the golden image,

They were reminded by the King that they must obey,

That at the sound of the music they must fall down and worship,

Or they would be thrown into the fiery furnace that very day.

 

The King told them that their God was powerless to save them,

But they replied that they still trusted in the God of the Jewish Nation,

That no matter if they were thrown into the fiery furnace,

They would still rely on him for their salvation.

 

The King ordered that the furnace be heated to seven times its normal heat,

That the Princes of Judah in their clothes should be tightly bound was the King’s

desire,

That they should be thrown into the midst of the burning fiery furnace,

A furnace so hot that its heat killed the strong men whose job it was to throw them

into the fire.

Ron Martin

Victims – Promote Yourself

Victims
Liars
And meddlers
Manipulative
Conniving
With favourites
And agendas
A listener
A fighter
A pusher
And puller
Imaginative bully
Who doesn’t
Take victims
Like fighting
Marshmallow
With, hidden inside,
Razor blade sharpness
Of brain

Torn
And stripped bare
Self esteem into shreds
All weaknesses shown
Ignoring all strengths
Victim irrelevant

Victim irrelevant
No answers
No friends
No strength and no life

Bloodied and wounded
Retreated and gone
A last gasp concession
Gentleness and warmth
And hope you get better,
Take your time

I was given my freedom
By one such as that
The cage door left open
Purpose was clear
Whether path was made easy
Good riddance to bad rubbish
Or whether
At last
I stood up for myself

Cheryl Bhagwandin
http://www.cheryl62blog.wordpress.com

On Reading the Handwriting on Walls – Promote Yourself

 
Independent of the language that one speaks, it is (nearly universally),
not at all easy to find a teacher sufficiently
learned and skilled to teach that method of reading that is the incisively
artful reading … of handwriting on walls … insightfully.
 
No, it’s not at all easy. It’s darn near impossible to earn a degree in the reading
of the international walls’ … cryptic handwritings; for education
lacks in its curricula that graduate degree requiring
an undergraduate degree … in wisdom.
 
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico

https://www.chachomanopapa.wordpress.com

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White washed…Yikes! – Promote Yourself

Take from me my pride

(this is an emergency!)

And help me to stumble

(with a fearful sense of urgency!)

Deflate my puffed up ego

Tear the haught

(strip away the store bought!)

From out of my heart

If the chase be on in earnest

(did my butt sit too close to a furnace?)

I pray for the Mercy

Of a head start

One step ahead

Is all I require to outpace by Grace

(that ne’er do well ummm…what’s his face?)

Eyes on You is a fervent desire

Pursuing a fire

Flames licking at my back

(“just say no to crack”)

Can’t take something from the enemy’s camp

Without expecting a reproacher’s counter attack

Follow if you dare

(see ya’ there!)

Straight forward…

No deceptions,

No snares,

Into the deep and narrow pass

(no comment…too easy…?)

The feast ahead

Is in your dishonor

Bones picked clean

By creatures of carrion palates

Ere’ you shall ever,

Enter the gate “Beautiful”

The once lame…stand guard. 

Take the little I cleave to

And give it to someone who has

I will not mourn the loss

(please drive the bus, i’ll only get lost!)

If I be in possession of anything at all

I know Who paid the cost

Leave me empty, barren,

broken-hearted face down in the dust

I know what follows

In Whom I’ve  placed my trust

“iron that sharpens iron,

And never rusts!

(Poppa’…how’d I do?)

Anthony Gomaz

 

Feel the oppression on earth – Promote Yourself

Across the raging skies

Fathers cry tears of anguish

Weep tears as raging skies

Clash in anger

A mothers cry of pain

Clashes in anger

Feel the oppression on earth

As the tears flood the earth

You grasp onto desolate thoughts

As raging skies clash in anger

Rivers and creeks, raging in flood

Your fears crush your heart as you see your

Life rushes before your eyes,  your heart throbs

As sweat pours down your body, your eyes are blurred 

As you release your anger

You cry out in smouldering anguish

You are only human, you can not stop the raging skies

Your echo may be heard, throughout the hills and valleys

Of penetrating despair, you try, but you can not do anything

Your energy is depleting,  with every beat of your heart

Your pulse, echoes you heart beat

Your adrenaline rushes with trembling fear

Fragments which once held the earth together

All in the blue unclouded weather

Now drained of life, under the raging skies of earth

We don’t speak out, we don’t complain

We don’t show our pain

It’s our life

Sometimes we forget

Speak out for if we don’t

We are not heard

Barb McAvaney

http://www.bjsscribbles.wordpress.com