Jeremiah 25:7 Yet ye have not hearkened unto me, saith the Lord; that ye might provoke me to anger with the works of your hands to your own hurt.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they’ve always done before
Look at the hate we’re breeding
Look at the fear we’re feeding
Look at the lives we’re leading
The way we’ve always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
An’ the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
An’ all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands, time can’t deny
An’ are washed away by your genocide
An’ history hides the lies of our civil wars
D’you wear a black armband when they shot the man
Who said peace could last forever?
An’ in my first memories, they shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall in D.C. to remind us all
That you can’t trust freedom when it’s not in your hands
When everybody’s fightin’ for their promised land
And I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor
Your power hungry, sellin’ soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh? I don’t need your civil war
Ooh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Look at the shoes you’re filling
Look at the blood we’re spilling
Look at the world we’re killing
The way we’ve always done before
Look in the doubt we’ve wallowed
Look at the leaders we’ve followed
Look at the lies we’ve swallowed
An’ I don’t want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all, I’ve seen has changed my mind
But still, the wars go on, as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
An’ all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
We practice selective annihilation
Of mayors and government officials
For example, to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer
I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor
Your power hungry, sellin’ soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh? I don’t need your civil war
No no no no no no no no no no no no
I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need your civil war
Your power hungry, sellin’ soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh? I don’t need your civil war
No no no no no no no no no no, no, no
I don’t need one more war
Ooh, I don’t need one more war
No no no, no whoa, no whoa
John 16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.
Deuteronomy 31:17 Then my anger shall be kindled against them in that day, and I will forsake them, and I will hide my face from them, and they shall be devoured, and many evils and troubles shall befall them; so that they will say in that day, Are not these evils come upon us, because our God is not among us?
Matthew 2:11-14And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense and myrrh. And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way. And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him. When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt:
Revelation 17:1 And there came one of the seven angels which had the seven vials, and talked with me, saying unto me, Come hither; I will shew unto thee the judgment of the great whore that sitteth upon many waters:
THERE IS NO POST TODAY. HOPE EVERYONE HAS A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND SPENDS TIME WITH THEIR FAMILY AND LOVED ONES; BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT LIFE IS REALLY ABOUT. THE NEWS FOR TODAY IS THAT WE CELEBRATE THAT CHRIST OUR SAVIOR WAS BORN. MAY EVERYONE HAVE PEACE AND JOY ON THIS CHRISTMAS DAY AND FORGET ABOUT THE MEANINGLESS FAKE NEWS THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT. GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
VERSE FOR THE DAY
Matthew 1:21 And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins.
Goldback Pros & Cons and a SCAM WARNING (VIDEO) – Financial Prepper – OLDER VIDEO BUT VERY GOOD VIDEO ON THE PROS AND CONS OF GOLDBACKS. JUST SAW MIKE ADAMS TOUTING THESE IN A VIDEO. OF COURSE HE IS SELLING THEM THROUGH AN AFFILIATE SITE. THEY ALSO TOUCH ON THE SUBJECT OF BREAKABLE 50 GRAM VALCAMBI BARS WHICH ARE BETTER PRICED AND ARE 999,9 FINE GOLD. I PERSONALLY WOULD NOT RECOMMEND THE GOLDBACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Matthew 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
IMAGE FOR THE DAY
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK ( I HAVE NO GIFT TO BRING THAT’S FIT TO GIVE A KING )
Come they told me (ba rum bu bu bum) A new born king to see (ba rum bu bu bum) Our finest gifts we bring (ba rum bu bu bum) To set before the king (ba rum bu bu bum) Rum bu bu bum, Rum bu bu bum So to honor him (ba rum bu bu bum) When we come
Little baby (ba rum bu bu bum) I am a poor boy too (ba rum bu bu bum) I have no gift to bring (ba rum bu bu bum) That’s fit to give a king (ba rum bu bu bum)
Shall I play for you (ba rum bu bu bum) On my drum Then he nodded (ba rum bu bu bum) The Ox and Lamb kept time (ba rum bu bu bum) I played my drum for him (ba rum bu bu bum) I played my best for him (ba rum bu bu bum) Rum bu bu bum Rum bu bu bum Then he smiled at me (ba rum bu bu bum)
Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum
( Little Drummer Boy by Katherine Kennicott Davis )
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas” – ( Biden Version )
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the White House, Not a creature was stirring, not even the louse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Hunter soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of them danc’d in Old Joe’s head, And Jill in her ‘kerchief, and I in my Depends, Had just settled my dementia brain for a Dark Winter’s end. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I tripped out of bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I stumbled with a crash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a minature sleigh, and some good-looking deer, With a gun-toting driver, so corrupt and so quick, I knew in a moment it was Hunter holding his prick. More rapid than eagles his hookers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: “Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, “On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixen; “On top of me, and under me and to the top of the wall! “Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the bedroom the hookers they flew, With the sleigh full of Sex toys and St. Hunter too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Hunter came with a bound: He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his skivvies were all tarnish’d with cigarette ashes and soot; A bundle of Sex toys was flung on his back, And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack: His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like roses, he long ago lost his cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was covered in blow; The stump of a hash pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of KY jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of my brain-dead self; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Made me so proud of him, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose He took one last snort and up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his girls gave a whistle, And away they all flew, but he forgot his pistol: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- Ten percent for the “Big Guy”, and to all a good night.
Psalm 72:10-11The kings of Tarshish and of the isles shall bring presents: the kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer gifts. Yea, all kings shall fall down before him: all nations shall serve him.
Numbers 35:33 So ye shall not pollute the land wherein ye are: for blood it defileth the land: and the land cannot be cleansed of the blood that is shed therein, but by the blood of him that shed it.