Strengh in the Espirit

In the spirit is the streng to subdue the body
Those of the flesh do things of the flesh
Those of the spirit do things of the spirit (Rom,8,5)

Whatch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation
the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak (Mt 26,41)

For to be carnally minded is death.
but spiritually minded is life and peace (Rom, 8,6)

Seek to unravel the mistery of your spirit,
the spirit holds the secret to your eternal life

Troutght  your spirit, you can subdue the body
For no other strengh is grater than the spirit´s
Its strenght deriving from the spiritual world

The spirit si the bluesprint of the phisical: 
Its heals the body and creates the future. 

Faith trough the spirit is endless power!

The Ascencion

As Jesus declared. His final message of Love,
The sky slowly unfolded befor his disciples.

Surronded by the splendor of rosy white clouds,
Hevenly gates become visible for all to see.

The midpoint illustrated a superb radiance,
From which descended six-winged archangels.

Cherubins echoed " Holy, Holy, Holy is His Name:
While celestial being played their instruments.

Jesus majestically levitated heavenward,
Ascending towards His glorious awaiting Throne.

The disciples despaired as Jesus faded away,
Displaying their weak lasting corporal nature.

The cloud formation gradually blended together,
Sealing this supernatural marvel for eternity.

The foundation of the christian faith originated,
Establishing the church or eternal redemption.


ANONIMOUS

My suffering, Oh Lord, my suffering

My suffering, Oh Lord, my suffering
Its sense like the whole world
The suffering of the whole world
But you Friend Jesus,
you pouring me, loving
me for ever

Now it´s no my suffer
It´s Your truly suffering
Your sorrow for the whole world
Did that you suffer a lot more than nobody
Thanks, for your True Loving
heart.



ADRIÁN PRUNOTTO

The Doubster´s Prayer

Eternal power of earth and air!
Unseen, yet seen in all around
Remote, but dwelling everywhere
Tough silent, heard in every sound.

If e´er thine ear in mercy bent
When wretched mortals cries to Thee.
And if ,indeed.Thy Son was sent.
To save lost sinners, suchs as me.

Then hear me now, while kneeling here.
I lift to thee, my heart and eye.
And all my soul ascends in prayer,
OH GIVE ME- GIVE ME FAITH. I cry.

Without some glimmering in my heart,
I could not raise this fervent prayer,
But, oh! a stronger light impart.
And in Thy mercy fix it there.

While Faith is with me, I am blest
It turns my darkness night to day:
But while I clasp it to my breast,
I often feel it slide away.

Then, cold and dark, my spirit sinks,
To see my light of life depart
And every fiend of Hell, methinks,
Enjoys the anguish of my heart.

What Shall I do, if all my love.
My hope, my toil, are cast away,
And if there be no God above.
To hear and bless me when I pray?

If this be vain delusion all,
If death be an eternal sleep,
And none can hear my secret call.
Or see the silent tears I weep!

Oh, help me , God! For thou alone
Canst my distracted soul relieve,
Forsake it not: it is thine own,
Thought weak, yet longing to believe

Oh, drive these cruel doubts away:
And make me know,that Thou art God!
A faith, that shines by night and day,
Will lighten every earthly load.

If I believe that Jesus died,
And waking, rose to reign above
Then surely Sorrow, Sin and Pride
Must yield to Peace, and Hope and Love.

And all the blessed words He said
Will strenght and holy joy impart:
A shield of safety  o´er my head,
A spring of comfort in my heart.


ANNE BRONTE

By Night when others soundly slept

By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest.
My waken eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.

I sought him whom my Soul did Love
With tears I sought him earnestly
He bow´d his ear down from Above
In vain I did not seek or cry

My hungry Soul he fill´d with Good.
He in his Bottle put my tears.
My smarting wounds washt in his blood
And banish thence my Doubts and fears.

What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I´ll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity


ANNE BRADSTREET

All things are full of God

All things are full of God. Thus spoke
Wise Thales in the days
When subtle Greece to thought awoke
And soared in lofty ways
And now what wisdom have we more?
No sage divining-rod
Hath taught than this a deeper lore
ALL THINGS ARE FULL OF GOD

The Light that gloweth in the sky
And shimmers in the sea.
That quivers in the painted fly
And gems the pictured lea.
The million hues of Heaven above
and Earth below are one.
And every lightful eye doth love
The primal light, the Sun.

Even so, all vital virtue flows
From life´s first fountain, God
And he who feels, and he who knows,
Doth feel ans know from God.
As fishes swim in briny sea.
As fowl do float in air.
From Thy embrace we cannot flee:
We breathe, and Thou art there.

Go, take thy glass, astronomer,
And all the girth survey
Of sphere harmonious linked to sphere,
In endless bright array
All that far- reaching Science there
Can measure with her rod,
All powers, all laws, are bur the fair
Embodied thoughts of God.


JOHN STUART BLACKIE

The Tiger

Tiger, tiger burning bright
in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand, and what dread feet?

What the hammer, what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terror clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water´d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile, His work to see?
Did He to made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


WILLIAM BLAKE