Imagine it, you can say what you like about Jesus, and be forgiven, just imagine it, well it’s written, imagine it, you can’t say anything about the Holy Spirit, that offends God, just imagine it, well it’s written, the border that can’t be crossed, even the demon knows it, amen, just imagine it. Imagine it, the Spirit comes from God, just imagine it, the creator of the universe, Solomon didn’t have to imagine it, now imagine that, so imagine the prayers of the ancient prophets, and the modern day efforts to taint love, and resting places of Holy Spirit. As said all those years ago, the Helper arrives, it had, there was no need to imagine it, amen.
The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.
Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.
A handful of observers in Vietnam, a desire for a more open America, a disdain for the so called experts, and an appreciation and time for his Children, and then a bullet to the head, after which there was an unleashing of a plot, aimed at controlling our very world. How many years ago, this very evening, on the eve of that eventful trip,
he was sitting down with his children, whom he adored, a real family man, not an organisational flunk, whose only desire was power, had a deep disregard for the lobbyists, and thought that all presidential contenders should be state funded, given a budget to fight it out, leading to a better form of democracy. In the meantime, the arms industry flourished, the nuclear threat gathered force, and righteous leaders across the world were got rid of, all in his absence. Warned the world in a variety of ways, and what do we have, 54 years after his murder, a world on the brink. The men behind his murder, have left a legacy many never could get over, but at least JFK, left us with the hope, there are actually people who think there is a better way, amen.
Trapped, no chance of a reprieve, the needle arrives, they inject you, you get addicted, more and more, they own you, there is rent to pay, who exactly, who owns you, mine and i’ll use force, the young girl shivers, it’s not very hygienic, prayers are said, to whom, Jesus declared, there was no need to cut yourself, it was a lousy tradition and wasn’t worthy of human beings. Solomon was reading, the number of
young girls cut, for ritual sake down below, it wasn’t dignity, it was the opposite, it was the mark of a slave, amen.
A new song
Beauty queen lost in her dreams and the love she once had, the love she thought she found wasn’t love at all. She looks in the mirror and curses her divine appeal, it wasn’t me he loved or was she prepared to be honest, he was a family friend and he’d hidden it very well, he fell in love with her beauty it was his ego that he loved more, she stumbles from the bathroom and drops onto the bedroom floor, why me God she asks why me she cries as tears roll down her chin, she was taken by the lure of the glittering future, it was a dream come through couldn’t see beyond him, now she’s resigned to a life of misery and escape, then out of the blue she comes across the words she needed to hear, they resonate and open her heart in the way it used to operate, she’ filled with belief and heads down to the kitchen, they’d been talking about her and what they should do, she goes to the fridge and takes out a bottle of soda, there’s a smile in her which she decides to hide, the sooner that I’m out of here the better life will be, she goes back up stairs her new life arranged for her by a mysterious force, they are calling the doctor back there’s a room in rehab for her, they the ones that nearly destroyed her want to appear helpful, their way of life rules they have all the trappings that create envy and greed, she went ballistic the night she found his collection of pure evil, and this was the man who wanted to have his child with her, she packs her small case taking the old memories with her, in the middle of the night all is calm and quite, she slips out of the mansion and walks down the long drive, at the gate a car is waiting she gets frightened all of a sudden, then she see’s the smile and jumps in an angel was waiting for her, the boss sent me he smiles
The look of despair in a young girls eyes as her father took her to the waterside,
wading in it got colder and colder rises up and up till it came to her shoulder,
Daddy’s eyes smile little girl doesn’t realise this is the last time she’ll feel those ties,
Please please she struggles fighting for her life please daddy gulping then it’s all over,
no more surprise no song for mammy but it’s pleasantly calm she feels no pain,
she’s in the land of the angels and free holding hands with mother nature and friends,
Clarissa was her name and a bright spark and flame she’s an angel now that I’m sure,
Some things we can’t explain we search for reasons but doubts will always remain,