WFRL: Heart of Gold

The fruits of the Spirit are
love, joy, peace, longsuffering ~
kindness, goodness, faithfulness ~
gentleness, self-control.
~ Galatians 5

WFRL: People Are Strange...

Dear friends,
I urge you,
as aliens and strangers in the world,
to abstain from sinful desires,
which war against your soul.
~ 1 Peter 2

WFRL: Thunder Dreamers

Sing to GOD,
Oh kingdoms of the earth,
sing praise to the Lord,
Selah!
To him who rides the ancient skies above,
who thunders with the mighty voice.
Proclaim the power of GOD...
whose majesty is over Israel,
whose power is in the skies.
~ Psalm 68

WFRL: Temporarily Like Achilles

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,
but on what is unseen.
For what is seen is temporary,
but what is unseen is eternal.
~ 2 Corinthians 4

Attenzione, Achtung:
The much maligned Haloscan has been updated and replaced.
You are not hallucinating, mores the pity!

WFRL: Shining Through

The path of the righteous
is like the first gleam of dawn,
shining ever brighter
till the full light of day.
~ Proverbs 4

WFRL: Little Dreamer

The angel of God said to me in the dream, 'Jacob.'
I answered, 'Here I am.'
~ Genesis 31

He had a dream

in which he saw a stairway resting on the earth,
with its top reaching to heaven,
and the angels of God
were ascending and descending on it.
~ Genesis 28

Attenzione, Achtung:
The much maligned Haloscan has been updated and replaced.
You are not hallucinating, mores the pity!

WFRL: Save Me...

But GOD sent me ahead of you
to preserve for you a remnant on earth
and to save your lives by a great deliverance.
~ Genesis 45

WFRL: Gimme Some Truth

I do not hide your righteousness in my heart;
I speak of your faithfulness and salvation.
I do not conceal your love and your truth
from the great assembly.
~ Psalm 40

WFRL: Neighborhood Bully

Well, the neighborhood bully,
he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered
about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back,
he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die
when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully
been driven out of every land,
He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered,
his people hounded and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob,
he was criticized,
Old women condemned him,
said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory,
nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it
and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules
that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck
and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him
is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.
He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for,
he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons
and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood
to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists
who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly
that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait
for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that's enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise
in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody,
under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books
have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed
was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world
and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease
and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin', they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.

"Come, O Zion!

Escape, you who live in the Daughter of Babylon!"
For this is what the LORD Almighty says:
"After he has honored me
and has sent me against the nations
that have plundered you—
for whoever touches you
touches the apple of his eye-
I will surely raise my hand against them
so that their slaves will plunder them.
Then you will know that the LORD Almighty has sent me.
~ Zechariah 2

WFRL: Never Never Gonna Give You Up...

But I will not take my love from him,
nor will I ever betray my faithfulness.
~ Psalm 89

WFRL: Property of Jesus

He's the property of Jesus

Resent him to the bone...
You got something better
You got a heart of stone.

My Jewsus flashes because of Robomonkey...

See, the stone I have set in front of Joshua!
There are seven eyes on that one stone,
and I will engrave an inscription on it ~
says the LORD Almighty...
and I will remove the sin of this land in a single day.
~ Zechariah 3

WFRL: Ballad Of A Thin Man

You hand in your ticket

And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone...
~ The Prophet Zimmy

You
are a people holy
unto the LORD your GOD,
and the LORD your GOD
has chosen you
to be a peculiar people
unto himself,
above all other nations
that walk upon this earth.
~ Deuteronomy 14


Well fa la fucking la
It's Pogrom Season in Romania once more....
(Hat Tip: WriterMom)

RABBI JEWSUS SEES YOU!
CLOP CLOP MFers....

You Samaritans worship what you know nothing about;
we Jews worship that which we know,
for salvation comes from the Jews...
~ Jesus (Yeshua - Salvation)
as recorded in John 4:22

Animation of Image by Robomonkey

WFRL: Open My Eyes...

Underneath your gaze I was found in
The haze I'm wandering around in
I am lost in the dark of my own room
And I can't see a thing but the fire in your eyes

Clear my eyes, make me wise
Or is all I believe in lies

I really don't know when or where to go
And I can't see a thing 'til you open my eyes

I've been told by some you'll forget me
The thought doesn't upset me
I am blind to whatever they're saying
And all I can see is the fire in your eyes
Can't believe that it's on your mind
To leave me behind...

....The oracle of one whose eye sees clearly,
the oracle of one who hears the words of God,
who has knowledge from the Most High,
who sees a vision from the Almighty,
who falls prostrate,
and whose eyes are opened:
"I see him, but not now;
I behold him, but not near.
A star will come out of Jacob;
a scepter will rise out of Israel.
He will crush the foreheads of Moab,
the skulls of all the sons of Sheth...
~ Numbers 24

WFRL: Obviously Five Believers

And because of his words
many more became believers.
~ John 4

WFRL: Gates Of Eden

Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
~ The Prophet Zimmy

You were in Eden, the garden of GOD;
every precious stone adorned you:
ruby, topaz and emerald,
chrysolite, onyx and jasper,
sapphire, turquoise and beryl.
Your settings and mountings
were made of gold;
on the day you were created
they were prepared.
~ Ezekiel 28

WFRL: Ochi Chernye

If my people,
who are called by my name,
will humble themselves
and pray
and seek my face
and turn from their wicked ways,
then will I hear from heaven
and will forgive their sin
and will heal their land.
Now my eyes will be open
and my ears attentive
to the prayers offered in this place.
~ 2 Chronicles 7

WFRL: My Back Pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard
when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
~ The Prophet Zimmy

Hear this, you kings!
Listen, you rulers!
I will sing to the LORD,
I will sing;
I will make music to the LORD,
the God of Israel.
~ Judges 5

WFRL: Visions

He said, Listen to my words:
When a prophet of the LORD is among you,
I reveal myself to him in visions,
I speak to him in dreams.
~ Numbers 12

WFRL: Learning To Fly

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reel
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension, that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I

The sky receded like a scroll,
rolling up,
and every mountain and island
was removed from its place.
~ Revelation 6

WFRL: I'm A Man...

Then I heard a voice from heaven say,
"Write:
Blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord from now on."
"Yes," says the Spirit,
"they will rest from their labor,
for their deeds will follow them."
So I looked, and there before me was a white cloud,
and seated on the cloud was one like a son of man
with a crown of gold on his head
and a sharp sickle in his hand.
Then another angel came out of the temple
and called in a loud voice to him who was sitting on the cloud,
"Take your sickle and reap,
because the time to reap has come,
for the harvest of the earth is ripe."
~ Revelation 14

WFRL: Something She Said...

Brothers, do not slander one another.
Anyone who speaks against his brother
or judges him speaks against the law
and judges it.
When you judge the law,
you are not keeping it,
but sitting in judgment on it.
~ James 4

WFRL: Nobody's Fault But Mine

...And when you and your children
return to the LORD your GOD
and obey him with all your heart
and with all your soul
according to everything I command you today,
then the LORD your God will restore your fortunes
and have compassion on you
and gather you again
from all the nations where he scattered you.
~ Deuteronomy 30

WFRL: Peek-A-Boo!

For everything in the world—
the cravings of sinful man,
the lust of his eyes
and the boasting of what he has, and does—
comes not from the Father
but from the world.
~ 1 John 2