Life is difficult as it is,
Life is short at best,
Life has its ups and downs
Please do not take mine and drag me to your heaven,

Happiness is elusive at best,
Happiness is temporary and never lasts,
Happiness is only for few moments,
Please do not take mine and drag me to your heaven,

My freedom is scarce at its best,
The government takes part of it,
The institutions take part of it,
Please do not take mine and drag me to your heaven.

Don’t force me to cover up,
Don’t force me to pray,
Don’t force me to church, temple or mosque,
Please do not drag me to your heaven.

Don’t tell me how I should look, eat or drink,
Don’t tell me what to say or think,
Don’t tell me what to read, see or do,
Please do not drag me to your heaven.

If God cannot prove his irrefutable love for me,
If God does not talk to or hear from me directly,
If God is not righteous, merciful, forgiving,
Please do not drag me to your heaven.

You should let me decide for my own,
You should not judge or condemn me,
You do not own me or is my master,
Please do not drag me to your heaven.

If you covet, lie or steal,
If you are righteous in your own sight,
If you judges or condemns, I do not need your god,
Please do not drag me to your heaven,

If God is truly God, I will be found by Him,
God agrees with your judgments or accusations,
Then he is not god for me,
Please do not drag me to your heaven.

God will do His own work in me,
God does not need your help,
God does not need your opinions,
Please do not drag me to your heaven.

All men and women has a right of free will to choose
If  I  cannot freely choose to love God,
Then, love contrived for forced is not love at all,
So please do not drag me to your heaven

PRETTY PINK BLOSSOMS ON THE CASUARINA TREE

T’S A HOT N HUMID WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, AFTER THREE,

IN KUCHING, BY THE BANKS OF THE SARAWAK RIVER

TWAS IN THE YEAR 2018, ON 24 JANUARY AND NOT SEPTEMBER

THE BIRDS, PINK BLOSSOMS AND WIND BORE WITNESS, SURELY,

TWO SOULS FROM WORLD’S APART, DESTINED TO MEET ENTIRELY,

WITH A DIVINE APPOINTMENT IN THEIR INELUCTABLE FATE

AND THEY HEARD A SWEET WHISPER N ALL THAT WAS SAID

FROM ONE AND A REPLY FROM THE OTHER

THE TWO SOULS KISS AND THEIR HEARTS CAME TOGETHER

TWO LIVES JOINED AND CHRIST JESUS ALONE EVER GLORIOUS

MAY HIS WILL BE DONE BY FAITH AS HE ALONE IS RIGHTEOUS

2018.02.25 Norman Law

EVOLUTION

They teach and preach evolution all day,
Worship the high altar of C. Darwin everyday.
They poo poo you, if you disagree,
Denigrate and despise you, if contrary.
The intellectuals and media jump on you,
To sneer, laugh and double over, not a few.

They all ride their high horse pompously,
Chastise you, if you think differently.
The whales and dolphins often beached,
Men’s actions are contrary to what is preached.
On the shore, they all gathered to see,
And then dragged them back out to the sea.

The whales and dolphins are really trying,
Their flippers, fins and tails shedding.
With a mighty leap, their feet and hands to grow,
Really frustrating for them, don’t you know?
Wanting to walk upright and smoke cigars
And be pushed back to the sea again, dah!

Do they not see? Are they not believing?
Their DNA mutations are happening.
New species are evolving,
Their arms and legs to grow,
Hoping to dance and strum a banjo.
Really frustrating for them, don’t you know.

With their pride and intellect they elected,
The mighty hand of God rejected.
With thumbs up their noses to despise,
God’s beloved Son, the Almighty and Wise.
That they may believe Darwin’s evolution,
To God, the rejection and humiliation.

But I will praise you, Almighty Elohim Adonai,
Creator of The Milky Way, Orion and Beta Cygni.
Your glory in the flowers to me shared,
And in your Son your mercy displayed.
That sinners like me to forgive and bless
There is none like you, O God, I confess.

THE PROMISED SEED

Hmm…m to Abraham a promised seed was given

A promised land to Abraham’s children

Through that seed the whole world is blessed

The promised seed to save Adam’s race

To the Almighty Elohim Adonai let Him be praised

Hmm…m through King David a seed to fulfill

Son of David and yet before Abraham was, you are

The heavens and the earth was made by Him

All creation declare the splendor of His glory

Praise Him with joy for the uprightness of His ways

Hmm…m the people thought the seed would come

A land to conquer and a kingdom to rule

With swords and spears a mighty war to wage

Hardly did they know a child to virgin given

Even the heavens and angels rejoiced at His coming

Hmm…m the best man, John, came to proclaim

A spotless lamb has come his kingdom to reclaim

Beloved Son of God, His life he gave

The hearts and souls of men to save

Mighty Son, let all bow down and worship Him

Hmm…m upon the tree a spotless lamb was slain

From the curse of the law and mankind to redeem

The Holy Spirit has come and His people to fill

All wait for the fullness of time for your reappearing

To the promised seed, all hail to the Almighty Elohim.

O GREAT AND SOVEREIGN KING

O Great and Sovereign King,

Long ago, it was written, you proclaimed.

You had returned your kingdom to reclaim.

In your kingdom the rewards I enjoy not a few.

I am citizen, yet my King I do not truly know you.

O Great and Sovereign King,

I heard your Great Love you would not spare.

So all may enter your kingdom realm, to share.

My Sovereign, I am under your covering.

Not spending the time to know you, regretting.

O Great and Sovereign King

Tested a little and sadly my heart falter

I could not hold up even under a feather

A fickle, how shall I come back to you and stand

But humbly beg forgiveness for this wayward man

O Great and Sovereign King

Who can stand the wrath of your anger and fury?

Who can stand in the midst of your glory?

No, not I, so I plead for grace and mercy,

Even your shadow will overwhelm me.

O Great and Sovereign King,

Again I prostrate myself at heaven’s gate pleading.

Maybe on me, a few drops of your mercy falling,

Let me behold but a little glimpse of your Begotten.

Your Great Love on this earth had trodden.

O Great and Sovereign King,

Let Him be my reward for that which I do not deserve.

He is whom my spirit and heart chases.

The hem of His garment let me cling,

That I may for a moment apprehend Him.

O Great and Sovereign King,

How shall I praise you, from just what I had heard?

Even the Queen of Sheba did journey,

To see for herself Solomon’s wisdom you had given.

Likewise, I hunger to see the living Word.

O Great and Sovereign King,

I come with fear and trembling,

Let me the least in your kingdom see.

To behold Him is to change forever.

So praise Him, a Great King ever.

O Great and Sovereign King,

Even if you don’t grant me my desire,

Let your Word be in my heart, a treasure.

I will live from faith to faith, ever.

Praises and honor be to you forever.

O Great and Sovereign King.

Be merciful as I am base and full of dross.

Pour your oil from my head down to my toes.

Let me with joy shout from the mountaintop.

Proclaim your Great Majesty, Mercy and Love.

       SONG BIRD

The sun shining in all its glory,

A clear azure sky is a dome over me.

I should feel blessed and free,

But, why is there this empty feeling?

I am grasping for something.

Song bird, where are you?

A cheery melody, chirp for me a few.

There is a hole not so visible.

It has been around for sometime now.

I was busy and it did not matter anyhow

Now that I have time to putter,

The hole seems a lot bigger.

Song bird, where are you?

Spellbound arias sing to fill the space.

I am neither happy nor am I sad, but maybe,

I am thinking too much about me.

A temporary distraction will do fine.

But, in the stillness of the day or nighttime,

In my solitude, the emptiness finds.

Song bird, where are you?

Whistle for me a soothing harmony.

I have been the world over,

Viewing tulip blooms and Van Gogh brushes.

At the Mariinksy Theatre, Giselle dances.

Sleeping under Saharan stars and sandy seas,

Good and wholesome distractions for me.

Songbird, where are you?

Jam for me some harmonica blues.

Maybe the emptiness is good for me.

Pain or laughter makes me feel alive,

To strive, is to live a purposeful life.

To arrive is to go past the 18^th fairway,

Ha, I am rationalizing myself away.

Song bird, where are you?

Blast me with your rock n roll tunes.

Ah, to be alive is to be blessed,

But how shall I fill that emptiness?

Though unable to keep my former promises,

With new resolve and purpose, I go.

Will it be different this time? I do not know.

Song bird, where are you?

Strum a few chords, a ballad sing.

Do give me a new vision.

Breathe in me a new life to go.

From my head, let the oil flow

Down on to my beard and my toes.

Less of me and of you, I desire more.

Song bird, where are you?

Beat the drum and let the rhythm flow.

I know this chosen path is not an easy.

By myself I am unable to keep, you see,

As many promises are broken by me.

So help me fall and die.

To die is to live and dying is not pretty, sigh.

Song bird, where are you?

Play a requiem for a farewell song.

When the time is come,

Return this base mortal to the soil.

There will be no more struggle or toil,

And no reward will I claim, after.

But, be among the glorious flowers ever

Song bird, where are you?

Blow your trumpet, a resurrection song.

ICE COLD WATER

I knew I was wrong.

But, I was just a little boy.

Steel myself against the pain inflicted,

Steel myself against the hurt.

You would not see my tears.

Turned my heart into ice-cold water

I knew I did wrong.

Not yet a teen and just a young boy,

But I would not let you see my pain.

I would not let you see my hurt.

You would not see my tears.

Turned my heart into ice-cold water.

Then I did no wrong.

I was a young man,

I cannot feel the pain.

Ice-cold water ran in my veins

And I could not feel glad or sad.

Did not give it any thought, I am afraid.

Then I did no wrong.

I was a fully-grown man,

Ice-cold water in my heart remained

I cannot feel any hurt,

Nor did I feel happy or blue.

I did not get help or know what to do.

Now I have done no wrong.

Upon my head are a few grey hairs,

Some ice-cold water is still there.

I seldom shed a tear,

Feel compassion or full of cheer.

All is set and nothing can be done.

Pride would not let me cry

Nor let me shed a tear.

Pride hid my aching pain and hurt.

I had forgiven but the scars ran deep.

Now there is no cure or little hope,

For a heart that pumps ice-cold water.

Life is sometimes sadly humorous.

Is it pride or is it stubbornness?

Ice-cold water is like a two-edged knife,

It has ruined many lives.

But it gives me self worth or esteem.

It preserves me and keeps me going.

To the great Elohim, Adonai, my preserver.

Come heal my heart that flows ice-cold water.

Fill it with gladness see, the glory in your flowers.

Let warm tears flow for your love and sacrifice.

Praise and worship to you, my saviour King.

Would you be my exceeding joy, my Elohim?

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile,

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, where are you?

Your beauty is known the world over,

Precious stones of blue and ruby red,

Embedded in golden necklaces,

Embraces your fair and slender neck.

We have looked high,

We have looked low,

We have looked deep in all the Pyramids,

But, Queen Nefertiti, where are you?

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile,

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, where are you?

Perfect in beauty, most beautiful,

In white flowing robes and sash of red,

A golden diadem or a double plume,

And sun disk upon your royal head.

We have looked high,

We have looked low,

We have looked in all the Sarcophagi,

But Queen Nefertiti, where are you?

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile,

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, where are you?

They painted you with full red lips,

High cheek bones and black eye brows,

Wearing a flat top golden crown,

You are a beauty to behold.

We have looked high,

We have looked low,

We looked in all the Alabaster jars,

But Queen Nefertiti, where are you?

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile,

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, where are you?

We see you engraved in stones,

True love of Akhenaten, Ruler of the Nile,

Your cartouche talks of your grace,

And wisdom in this great land.

We have looked high,

We have looked low,

We have checked all the Mummies found,

But, Queen Nefertiti, where are you?

Chorus:            Nefertiti, Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile

Nefertiti, Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile,

We have looked high, we have looked low,

Mummy, oh mummy, where are you?

No God,

From eternity to eternity,

Everything that matters,

Comes to nothing.

In the doldrums of this long and cold winter’s blight,
I dream of spring time blossoms in the night.
In pretty purple, red, yellow and white dresses the crocuses display,
Unfolding themselves above the carpet of snow and in the sunlight glare.
Sweet smells of French lilacs fill the air around.
Daffodils and tulips with their bright colors abound.
The grandeur of the cherry and apple blossoms covered trees.
Ah, I wonder what the springtime blossoms will bring for you and me.

Will it be blossoms of charity, mercy, pleasure and blessings?
Or will it be blossoms of bitterness, regrets, disappointments and crying?
They quickly turn brown, fade and lay bare,
The wind will blow and carry them all away.
The blossoms are not upset with the wind as it blows,
Nor do they weep as they fall to the ground and are no more.
But if you do not forgive the wind and are sore,
It will bring you bitterness to your soul every time it blows.

The fruits of the blossoms take time to ripen.
The seasons are long and some are shortened.
As some fall to the ground before their time,
Aphids and caterpillars infest some before their prime.
The weather can be too wet or too dry, you see,
It is never constant or the way it is suppose to be.
Judgements are plentiful and they come suddenly like a tornado,
And if you let them overwhelm you, sadness will flow.

Harvest comes and there are fruits of blessings to be picked and eaten.
Mercies and charity are left for the squirrels and birds, never to be forgotten.
For some there are no fruits but or simply blossoms of pleasure.
Others bare sour fruits of disappointment and regrets for sure.
Some are fruitful and multiply to bring blossoms again for the spring, next year.
Past blossoms are forgotten and there are no answers or insights, I fear.
But to see spring time blossoms again, my spirit lifts and my soul to cheer.
All pretty and sweet smelling blossoms of hope for this new spring time year.