Monday, November 4, 2013

After All We're A Family: This poem was written by Lauralee Hensley the Lau...

After All We're A Family: This poem was written by Lauralee Hensley the Lau...: This poem was written by Lauralee Hensley the Lauralee Hensley Of This Blog.  It was written on 11-4-2013.  You may copy and use this poem...This poem was written by Lauralee Hensley the Lauralee Hensley Of This Blog.  It was written on 11-4-2013.  You may copy and use this poem as you wish, you may share it.  I expect no compensation for it, monetary or otherwise.  Poem name at this time is Sealing Fate, Though I might choose to change the name of the Poem later on.  Please only change the poem if I have made spelling errors, or grammar mistakes.  Do not change the intent of it.  If you do not know I wrote this as how I believe part of the Holy Bible called Revelations is talking about the Seals.  However I am not God, so I could be wrong on how I believe some of the Seals relate to today.
SEALING FATE
 
Mounted on New World Order Horse, Adorned In White Hue,
The Bow Holding, Crowned Last Pope His Arrow Drew,
Shooting Deception Into Salvation As His Purpose Flew.
 
The Red Sword, Red Horse Rider Again Took Peace From The Earth,
Because Socialism Never Enjoyed In A Freedom Birth,
He Deceived While Taking It Away With Powerful Mirth.
 
Black Horse Rider of Justice and Capitalistic Free Enterprise,
Balanced Their Fall, Balanced Their New Mark Of The Beast Rise,
Listened Only To Powerful Rich, Not Heeding Saviors' Warning Cries.
 
The Pale Green Horse Carried The Jihadists of Terror,
Supplied By Red Horse Riders Biochemical And Explosive Carrier.
What Would Ever Work Against Them As A Barrier?
 
Death So Pale Leading Some To Hell.
25% Of Mankind Will Know Soon Well,
Death By Disease, Animal Plaques, Hunger, Or Sword Wielding Islamic Cell.
 
Avenge Us Oh Lord Our God, Souls Under The Altar Cry Out.
Judge Those On The Earth They Shout.
We'll Wear The White Robes While Others For You God Gather About.
 
God Heard Them And The Great Earthquake Came.
The Sun Became Black, What A Shame.
The Moon Dripping In Blood Shades, All Know It Is Not A Game.
 
Asteroids and Meteors Plummet Towards The World,
As Mighty Lightening And Winds Hurl,
While Troops Bravery Shrivels Into A Tight Curl.
 
Heaven Pulls Back Like A Scroll When It's Rolled Together,
Mountains And Islands Move To God's Commanded Letter.
Rich Leaders Hide In Caves Or Underground Bunkers As Things Not Better.
 
They Fear The Only One Who Can Redeem,
Realizing They Were Scammed By Satan's Scheme.
Unable Are They To Stand Against What God Did Deem.
 
Their Fate Has The Seal,
No New World Order Deal,
There is No Time Left For Appeal.
 
 
This poem was written by Lauralee Hensley the Lauralee Hensley Of This Blog.  It was written on 11-4-2013.  You may copy and use this poem as you wish, you may share it.  I expect no compensation for it, monetary or otherwise.  Poem name at this time is Sealing Fate, Though I might choose to change the name of the Poem later on.  Please only change the poem if I have made spelling errors, or grammar mistakes.  Do not change the intent of it.  If you do not know I wrote this as how I believe part of the Holy Bible called Revelations is talking about the Seals.  However I am not God, so I could be wrong on how I believe some of the Seals relate to today.
SEALING FATE
 
Mounted on New World Order Horse, Adorned In White Hue,
The Bow Holding, Crowned Last Pope His Arrow Drew,
Shooting Deception Into Salvation As His Purpose Flew.
 
The Red Sword, Red Horse Rider Again Took Peace From The Earth,
Because Socialism Never Enjoyed In A Freedom Birth,
He Deceived While Taking It Away With Powerful Mirth.
 
Black Horse Rider of Justice and Capitalistic Free Enterprise,
Balanced Their Fall, Balanced Their New Mark Of The Beast Rise,
Listened Only To Powerful Rich, Not Heeding Saviors' Warning Cries.
 
The Pale Green Horse Carried The Jihadists of Terror,
Supplied By Red Horse Riders Biochemical And Explosive Carrier.
What Would Ever Work Against Them As A Barrier?
 
Death So Pale Leading Some To Hell.
25% Of Mankind Will Know Soon Well,
Death By Disease, Animal Plaques, Hunger, Or Sword Wielding Islamic Cell.
 
Avenge Us Oh Lord Our God, Souls Under The Altar Cry Out.
Judge Those On The Earth They Shout.
We'll Wear The White Robes While Others For You God Gather About.
 
God Heard Them And The Great Earthquake Came.
The Sun Became Black, What A Shame.
The Moon Dripping In Blood Shades, All Know It Is Not A Game.
 
Asteroids and Meteors Plummet Towards The World,
As Mighty Lightening And Winds Hurl,
While Troops Bravery Shrivels Into A Tight Curl.
 
Heaven Pulls Back Like A Scroll When It's Rolled Together,
Mountains And Islands Move To God's Commanded Letter.
Rich Leaders Hide In Caves Or Underground Bunkers As Things Not Better.
 
They Fear The Only One Who Can Redeem,
Realizing They Were Scammed By Satan's Scheme.
Unable Are They To Stand Against What God Did Deem.
 
Their Fate Has The Seal,
No New World Order Deal,
There is No Time Left For Appeal.
 
 

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poem: Man-Made Natural Wars

This poem was written by me Lauralee Hensley, the Lauralee Hensley of this blog.  It was written on 9-21-2013
POEM:  Man-Made Natural Wars
Sickle made rockets and torpedoes flying in the wormwood sky, through raging sea.
With their targeted seismic explosive waves volcanos sulfuric lava will break free,
scorching ocean coral and smother everything in the path even cascade mountain tree.
Volcanos trigger the crust of the earth to break it's rock hard bread.
How many, oh how many, by it's Satanic offering will end up dead?
Flows running backward in rivers, water spilling out of lakes,
with each shake they are reminded of their Anti-Christ mistakes.
Tidal waves crashing into communities by the shore,
billions of dollars of damage is the least of which is in store.
Diseased dead bodies stuffed in body bags the worst chore.
Yet, they still curse GOD as their Anti-Christ still rules souls core.
Water contaminated by radiation floods and rains upon the ground,
little safe water to use or drink is even found.
Reactors foundations tossed to and fro,
slowly melt down and without cool waters do blow.
Giga counter held by suited inspector,
clicks to the rich, clicks to the poor,
it isn't safe to live here anymore.
Realities, realities of man-made triggered natural war.
Saturated ground growing deadly mold,
store houses of food empty, nothing left to be sold.
Many never prepared for emergencies even though told,
EMP's burn electrical circuits so many homes in summer too hot, in winter too cold.
Most phones melted inside,
families unable to check on loved ones to know who is living or who has died.
Out of control multiple electrical fires burning.
For the skyward meeting with Jesus Christ, Christians keep on believing, yearning.
Arriving in towns sick, wild animals seeking safety from the floods or fire.
Violent, ugly encounters with them and mankind will transpire.
People isolating themselves from one another,
so plagues don't pass from brother to brother.
Some nearly hardened hearts now seek out Biblical Truth and Salvation through the Son.
Others are still at that Anti-Christ point and from mere mention of God they run.
Wars of many kind are here, wars of many kind to be.
Let us pray it's not to late for our country.
Be a blessing, Pray for Israel's peace and safety.
Pray that the Jews will accept Jesus Christ's Salvation and from sin be set free.


Monday, September 16, 2013

LISTENING FOR THE ARRIVAL

LISTENING FOR THE ARRIVAL.
 
Listen for the Millennial Reign of Jesus Christ's Kingdom Coming.
Don't you hear this age around us louder and louder drumming,
while Angels practice for the Brides arrival with harps a strumming?
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey  through.
 
Natural Disasters frequently  bringing out the worst and best in men.
Civil and global wars birthing no true freedom, just evil over again.
Whose Faith will surmount such agendas filled with Anti-Christ trends?
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey through.
 
Share Salvations truth while the dimming light still dawns and sets.
We were once utterly lost in sin, Oh Lord God do not let us forget.
Our Father desires us to live for him so our lives will be free of regret.
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey through.
 
Wounds of bitter un-forgiveness must be mended and heal even now.
If you can't find the Christian strength to do it, ask God In Heaven how.
Drop to your knees in prayer, silence mere selfishness, oh humbly bow.
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey through.
 
Each day this burning aged fuse is shorter, its' convergence fleeting.
Apocalypse horsemen to arrive on colored horses with hoofs a beating.
Armies of  God to descend,  victorious warriors, with no retreating.
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey through.
 
Give yourself to The Father since there is  quickening little time.
Do not believe the lies of Lucifer that this age is so perfectly sublime.
Many people consumed by fire, flood, famine, disease, blood crime.
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey through.
 
Misguided sexual relationships after a casual date or repeated cheating.
Transmitted diseases in many hot then quickly cold beds many greeting.
Many broken hearts turn to suicidal actions to end wretched aches beating.
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey through.
 
Repent, repent, Jesus Christ died for sins we've done or will be through.
Ask him to change your hearts longings with his thoughts pure and new.
Welcome him in as your Savior, his invitation is not for only a few.
 
Hold on, hold on to the Grace of the Father's Love.
Hold on to his Son who'll come back from Heaven above.
Hold on, hold on to the Holy Spirit who is here with you,
he will help your mind and soul travel the journey through.
 
Poem by Lauralee Hensley, the Lauralee Hensley of this blog.
Poem written 9-16-2013


Sunday, September 1, 2013

The Black Rose

First of all the poem below that I wrote on 8-31-2013 is fiction, yet since I believe in Miracles I think this poem reflects that.  I titled the poem  The Black Rose.
Poem by Lauralee Hensley (the Lauralee Hensley of this blog).
 
 
The Black Rose
 
Where or where
is the girl who'll wear my flower in her hair?
 
The young soldier knew he was going to war.
He was afraid of what was in store.
 
He had no one that cared, family dying when he was barely seven.
From foster home to foster home he bounced, for a total of eleven.
 
Often he still felt his strong childhood fears,
of being alone even though many soldiers were near.
 
He remembered what his mom often would say,
when taking him to the Doctor a town away.
"With God in your heart he will make the afraid brave,
if they stand with him, asking which way to behave."
 
So he asked God to bring into his life,
the perfect girl to be his only wife.
 
God spoke to his heart, "Find the girl
who will wear a black rose among her head of curls."
 
Later that day his soldier buddies  talked him into going for a drink.
He grabbed the black rose and off he went without a blink.
 
The soldiers teased him when he only had a cola.
Girls there teased him about the rose mocking he should live in  times of the Victrola.
 
He told the gang being there didn't feel right
and that he'd be leaving for the night.
 
A heart heavy, a face carrying a frown,
he went to the park and found a place to sit down.
 
A pretty girl with a headful of curls walked closely by,
pointed at him and asked "Why?"
"Why soldier do you carry a black rose?"
He replied "Because God told me to find my wife with it, I suppose."
 
Bells started ringing in the air,
as he thought 'Where oh where is the girl who'll wear my flower in her hair!'
 
"I'm sorry," said the girl
with the headful of curls.
"I'm on my way to church and those are the bells,"
she hesitated and then thought 'Oh Well.'
"They tell me it is about to start,"
she said with a longing for this soldier in her heart.
"Why don't you come too?"
"Why not," replied the soldier, "Me and this black rose have nothing to do."
 
So they went and sat side by side on that church pew.
She smiled at him as he felt the will of God and knew what he must do.
 
God said to his heart "Where oh where is the girl who'll wear your flower in her hair?"
"She's worshipping the GREAT I AM, close enough to be breathing the same air."
 
After church was over he asked her to go for a bite to eat.
She agreed as she stood up from her seat.
 
They had a nice time at the café.
He knew he must give her the black rose to wear before she went away.
 
She asked him why a black rose.
He thought a bit and said, "I suppose."
"I suppose it represents all my fears,
and someone that can understand that is more than dear."
 
She gently put the black rose in her hair and said "This rose shows how much you care."
He grabbed her hands thinking "God here is the girl who'll wear my flower in her hair."
 
Soon they married on a beautiful day
and people whispered and pointed her way.
 
"My oh my she has a black rose in her hair!" many astonished did say.
Yet God would show all there a miracle on that day.
 
For when the last "I Do" was said,
what happened to the black rose upon her head?
 
It turned white as it took away his greatest fear,
for she had become his only wife, his dear.
 
The rose never withered, nor in any way did it decay,
even when the soldier to war had to go away.
 
So one day when she looked at herself in the mirror she did see,
that the white rose was changing color and with God she did plea. 
 
The white rose was now red,
and God gently told her heart he was now in Heaven, no more fields of battle to tread.
 
She wanted to rip the red rose from her head.
She wanted to see it in shreds.
 
Yet in her heart God said,
"You carry a part of him with you instead. 
Tell them about this miracle rose of black, white, red, 
when you tuck them in gently into bed."
 
The next day to the Doctor she went,
with a spirit that was grieving and bent.
 
The Doctor said, "There is a special life in you,
in fact I believe there are two."
 
So she continued to wear the red rose in her hair,
though many thought it a curse and to beware.
 
Yet, God told her it was a sign of undying love,
that floated down always from up above.
 
The girl and boy were born on a very fine day,
and what happened to the rose became another miracle that day.
 
It turned the brightest white to represent life,
to the soldier's only dear wife.
 
She told her children as they grew,
miracles of the rose and how the children brought her happiness she'd never before knew.
 
She said "I'll be your only dear mother,"
to the little sister and brother.
 
She saw parts of her soldier in each of their children everyday.
She taught them the love of God and how to pray.
 
She told them through God that their Father and her found each other.
Through a brave soldier listening to God they were a family of a mom, sister and brother.
 
The children grew up and moved far away.
One to a dry part of the country and one near a bay.
 
The mother's curls turned gray than white.
She went to heaven gently in her sleep with her children by her side,  one very quiet night.
 
The white rose in her hair again turned to red.
The children knew it was another miracle and said,
"God we'll press this red rose in the most special book tonight.
We'll tell her grandchildren of the miracles if that is alright?"
 
Together they gently placed the red rose in the Holy Bible that night,
where it had it's last miracle it turned white.
 
This poem was written by me:  Lauralee Hensley.
Please only alter it, if I have made spelling errors, or grammar errors.
Do not change the intent of it, or the feeling of it please.
Once again, it is fiction, but still do not change the words to make it yours or to read as you'd have it read.  I intended for God to be a part in this poem, because I know he is the maker of miracles.  Thank you.  You may copy and post this poem if you want.  I expect no compensation from it, monetarily or otherwise.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

Monday, August 19, 2013

Another question just popped into my mind. If age 20 is the basic age of moral responsibility, and the people in many countries are not acting morally responsible (abusing power- voter fraud for example, using illegal drugs, abortion- killing the innocent, living impure lives- pornography, encouraging poor Israel God's chosen people to give up their lands etc., etc.), is God using this number in a mysterious way?
Could 2020 be the year God says he'll leave those  behind who haven't accepted his Grace via his Only Begotten Son The Lord Jesus Christ to his wrath that will be out poured upon the Earth. Will it be the year he takes those to Heaven that did, because they were morally responsible and accepted Jesus Christs' freely given gift and tried to change their lives to live the way he wanted them to live.  
I know that when God speaks of something twice that it is suppose to have greater meaning. 2020, may not be words but the number 20 is repeated twice in a single year form. Could it represent those who did not want his gift and wanted instead their own form of morality as adults, and on the other hand those who did accept his gift and wanted to find and abide by God's form of morality as adults.   Once again, I'm not date setting folks. Just thinking out loud. There are mysteries in the Bible and people were not suppose to understand them until it was time. Yet, we are suppose to know when it's near, even at the door. Granted we are not to know the day and hour, but we are suppose to be looking and be ready. I don't think many adults are trying to follow God's blue print of morality for their lives in the Holy Bible, nor do I think are truly looking.   I'm wondering if many are ready at all.

I'm going to add onto this post on 9-1-2013.  I know some preachers who say the wheat and the shaft are separated at the same time.  So is 2020 (the basic age of moral responsibility according to Jewish traditions) also the year that some 20 year olds (and other ages of course), and some other 20 year olds (and other ages of course) are separated from one another like wheat and shaft?  Just thinking out loud again per say.  I'm not date setting, just wondering.
Okay learned a little about age 20 according to Jewish traditions. The age of majority is not designated in biblical literature, but it's basically the standard for taxation (e.g., Exodus 30:14) and conscription (e.g., Numbers 1:3, 24). This age seems to apply equally to males and to females (see Leviticus 27:4-7), but only for taxation. 

Moral responsibility age seems to begin at age 20. In Numbers, God distinguishes those of age 20 and above, guilty of mutinous, faithless complaints, from "your little ones" and "your children," who alone will arrive in the Land of Israel as promised (Numbers 14:26-35). So the age of 20 marked the transition to adulthood in the biblical period, even though no ceremony seemed to mark it as the age of such.
So I got to wondering the other night about some stuff. In the Bible it talks about a day is as a thousand years and a thousand years is as a day. Well a day is 24 hours. So I wanted to know how many years an hour would be related to in this analogy. Easy to do, a little math- 1,000 divided by 24 gives that answer, and it ended up 41.6666666(6's will go on forever with this division problem). So each hour is basically related to 41.666years.

So, in 1967 Israel took possession of Palestine. So I feel that was one of its' finest hours, that God miraculously helped them in the conquest. So, I added 1967 to 41.666 (one hour in God's time table), which equaled 2008.666. Now I know this had to make a certain group of people very angry that Israel conquered the land (though they didn't start the aggression in the first place, they just ended it). Look at the 2008.666 especially the .666 that comes after 2008. I'm wondering if that might be a clue when the Anti-Christ came on the scene, though maybe in a way people would not recognize he was there. Could that have been when certain parties got together and decided that enough was enough and they had to get Palestine back away from Israel? Granted it may have taken this long to get it back on the bargaining/negotiating table via Kerry and the UN, but that doesn't mean things weren't going on in 2008.
I also think it is interested that some people say that there is mentioned a half an hour in Revelations where the angels keep quiet. Some believe that is the time of the marriage supper of the lamb. Is it a literal half an hour? I wonder if it is a mysterious clue to when the marriage supper of the lamb takes place instead. I don't know, but if you do the time,  half an hour would be half of the 41.666 or 20.83333333(the threes will go on forever). Could it mean in 2020 sometime will be the marriage supper of the Lamb? Just thinking out loud.
Interesting numbers in 20.833333, some say that 8 is the number of life or Jesus Christ, 3's the divinity, and I've heard some say 20 is significant as an adulthood number. I don't know much about 20 and it's significance to the Jewish people. Does anyone else. I'm just noticing that both the divisions have numbers without end. Well that's all right now as my mind just boggles itself with questions like these. I'm not date setting folks, as no man knows the day or hour, only God in Heaven. Yet, God told we can know that it is near, even at the door. I think things are getting near the door more and more hour by hour.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Poem: Vision

VISION
 
20/20 is often known as nominal vision.
Do the souls of some Christians still bearing such have any contrition?
You know the ones, they do nothing about The Great Commission.
The book of Matthew spells out The Great Commission clearly.
Do you read the text in Matthew yearly?
Should Christians be striving for a soulful sight of 10/10?
If we all did we'd be sure to see this age is near its' end.
Have you shared the plan of Salvation with a stranger, family, co-worker, friend?
You can do it in person, over the internet, or send a letter and help guide their pend.
Pray that the Holy Spirit is able to bring about their soulful submission
and that they will also take part in The Great Commission.
Help support a Television Ministry as a soul saving invention
or are you one who has decided the Holy Bible needs a revision?
A revision that says The Great Commission doesn't apply but to a few
and that for non-preachers or Disciples of old, The Great Commission is through.
How would you feel if this age ended before 2020
and that you couldn't even buy your friends or family into Heaven with all your money?
Would you then wished you had taken part in The Great Commission?
Would you have been rejoicing then for those souls Heavenly admission?
Ask yourself what strength is your vision,
is it strong enough to over come Satan's party of their demolition?
For this sight you do not need glasses to see,
you need to allow yourself  to pray for unsaved souls through Jesus Christ to be set free.
It's rather easy, can you now clearly believe?
The Great Commission is for all the saved, even you, even me.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

After All We're A Family: Allegorical Rhetorical

After All We're A Family: Allegorical Rhetorical: Hardened hearts pronounce the Bible as outdated Allegorical Tales..... Changing God's given truth to fill empty souls dry wishing wel...

A poem written by me Lauralee F. Hensley on 4-16-2013.  Anyone that wants to can copy and use this poem.  I expect no compensation from it monetary or otherwise. 

Allegorical Rhetorical

Hardened hearts pronounce the Bible as outdated Allegorical Tales.....
Changing God's given truth to fill empty souls dry wishing wells.
The Father has no need of mankinds great wisdom worshipped as gold,
while it turns a prideful stiff back on truths he gave to know, cherish, hold.
So few passages they even pretend to read, yet believe,
with sinful support others they twist or change to deceive.
Increasingly mocking true Christian, true Jew,
they taunt that our moral mindedness is wrinkled and through.
Their dusty Allegorical Tales they spin times spins---
will be warned then judged as real and very costly national sins.
True believers have sounded prophetical warnings to all who here live,
that The Creator's truth does not change or politically give.
Judgement descends on those not humbly coming to The Father through the Blood Of The Son---
and turning away with repentence of the sins they have done.
The Bible seen as faded Allegorical Tales will be proven Rhetorical at God's choosing.
If you believe tainted deceptions it's your immortal soul that will be losing.
Read the Holy Bible yourself, childlike with a soft heart, open mind,
then your intelligence will be careened by the truth it will find.
God's words are not just to teach us of the moral principals of bygone days Allegorically.
Today they lead us to God's Grace and save us from our sins follies historically.
The Holy Bible prophecies are not just written by John as an old Revelations man,
but also by others who were to let us forsee todays happenings in our own land.
These God chosen, inspired men in history used words of their day,
explaining what we'll experience as our current civilization envelopes the Luciferian way.
If you can't understand seek out a Revelation teaching Rabbi or minister who can.
Staying in the dark never freed any woman or man.
You have the most important resource available to you,
pray that God helps explain the Holy Bible as your read it many times through.
Archaeologists unknowningly prove the Bible time and again.....
before people  said things were not true, but were mere stories of men.
Continue viewing the Holy Bible as merely outdated Allegorical Tales,
and you'll find out soon if there is a merely Allegorical or Rhetorical Real Hell.
God lovingly gave his creation free will
and he'll eventually give you over to it if you don't want to come to Calvary's hill.
He loves you so much he'll never force you to love him by turning from your sin,
but he will leave you in a place of like minded women and men.
Though you may be with your own choosen kind,
you'll feel empty, lonely, with a tortured soul and mind.
God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow
remember that and you'll save yourself soulful sorrow.