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Mark ("my words") - from chapter 13

I'd listened in, and heard what Jesus said..
..was after he was walking with his blokes.
They'd said, "..that's quite a building, check those stones,
out! What a sturdy looking thing it is!"

"No, don't expect this place you see to last.
It's only temporary, has a date.
The 'best before' will run out, in the end.
I'll shake your hand and tell you, this is fate."

He said, and when they asked him, 'cross from there,
as they were sitting on an olive mount.
"Please, tell us, so that us four now can hear,
when will all of these things, then come about?"

"Be careful!", so he said, "Now, listen in..
For, many will come who say they are me.
These phoney ones who claim to know the way,
I'm sure that if you look for them, you'll see.

And, kingdoms, countries, nations, go to war,
to fight in battles all around the place.
And, famines carry on, over a score.
It's only the beginning, just a taste.

Then, many who are 'round, will turn against,
the special ones of me, 'ek-lek-to-us'.
That means, elected, and these folks are mine.
They'll learn to be the subject of much fuss.

But, don't you worry, when they bring you in,
to criticize and force you to give up,
your ways. The Spirit, holy, will begin,
to give to you the words, so then, speak up!

And, all of you who listen, understand,
each one of you who sees the ugly thing,
that brings a broken, busted idol in,
and forces humans, precious, to begin,

to do the shameful thing, it is foretold,
I hope that you will see the meaning clear.
I trust I havn't said more than I should.
I doubt that if I wanted to, I could.

So, when you see it standing in that place,
then all of you who are out in the field,
must run and let your feet begin to race,
and don't turn back to grab the things you love.

And all of you who are out on the deck,
don't come back in to take a single thing.
And, all of you who are out on a walk,
don't wander back when you see darkness fall.

Again, I tell you, people will soon try,
to trick all you away, my precious ones,
It's therefore that I'm anxious that you'll hear,
these words, and also heed the things I say.

And, after these things happen, there will be,
great shaking, and much quaking on the Earth.
The lights above will stop giving their gifts.
And even twinkling stars will cease to live.

The sun, the moon, the powers which God made,
to hold it all together, will give out.
The fabric of the universe will tear.
It's then that all will see me coming in,

through clouds, and all my messengers I'll send,
to gather all of my elected ones."
...now, listen to this story, I will end,
with these two, even though I know there's more..

Now, take this story from the apple tree.
When spring is on, the leaves begin to grow.
The buds come out, and this is how I know,
that summer is not long ahead of me...

...a man I knew, called Summer had a place.
It was a massive cherry farm in Young.
He planned to go away, and left in charge,
a group of able men, and women too.

They didn't know which season he'd be back.
So, don't you think they kept it spick 'n span?
It's just like that, the master comes, so, Watch!
Be ready, you don't know the master plan.

Comments

  1. Chris, wow! I think that's Epic! Job well done!
    Good choice of epic speaker to a group.
    A group who'd silently and swiftly run
    around the world to bring Kingdom [no coup!

    -  except the violent overthrow within
    each person; girl or boy, or woman/man,
    of ways of thinking, acting, which begin
    to bring about more of what A.* began -

    that independent living, "choosing" from
    our independent power-base "so called",
    in order to bring life that's not just nom-
    inal, or virt-ual]. This speaker's enthralled

    more humans who are coming off "the skids".
    To get onboard, they have to, yes, they must
    go back to where they left, and start as kids,
    or better still, as lambs who'll learn to trust

    a higher form of life, who'd feed and care
    for, from within its own life, like a mum
    who gives her body's strength and love, breasts bare,
    to feed her babe, to help the growing come!]

    This kind of Epic coaching that's from love
    can never come from other motives (they'll
    betray themselves, and in the end they'll shove
    when they feel they've encountered a betrayal).

    And epic speech! - about epic events!
    The passing of old ways of doing life,
    that angle for a-genders, which when spent
    sometimes leaves empty. New ways through the strife.


    ....... .......... .......

    *  where A. Is the initial(s) of the exemplary leader of humanity who being good, though immature, then chose to try for maturity without the process of disciplined learning under a good coach. He then lost his chance, until the Alternative Leader would come along and spell out a new, and living way forward. The Epic Leader who is the speaker here in your choice of a speech.

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