Some poetry of mine and verses from the Bible

                            

Running scared.

On every verse.

Universe,

making a pathway,

those, running scared.

The creation cry.

Who ever would promise to die,

to save the creation.

Lord's illumination.

Stop, listen, hark.

The dark converts into morning.

Somewhere alluring,

is the morning star.

You've been awake, for all night long.

And you think, I did the wrong.

But has He stopped me from singing this song?

Forgotten so long a go.

I lean to the wall,

My breath is heavy.

I tried to save the world,

but I was maddened.

I never wished to curse the birds.

For this I do not know the words.

I apologize, maybe for tenth time now.

Somewhere the birds still fly high.

Running scared, and the world turned into black.

I know there is no going back.

Limbing, sighing I turn against the wind.

I do want to remember everything.

I kneel down, I shelter.

Maybe I hear the world moving towards better.

I keep my guard, my morning star.

The friends live so very, very far.

As the snow easily fly.

I do not want to die.

Byt I lie.

Don't know why.

I long for you, Jesus.

Make sense of all this.

Thee are my courage.

A Sense of bliss,

in middle of all this.

The society lives within the walls of house.

There are children, there are spouse.

Such a society respecting one another.

Or raised up in anxiety, doing trouble.

In every house, there is a society within.

The hand of God, keeping guard.

As the family, such the city.

Is it glorious, is it pretty?

Almighty guards the paths of women.

Illuminating light of morning.

Some small tracks on the snow.

Keep my eyes low.

Keep my eyes low.

                                 

Luuk.21:

10 Sitten hän sanoi heille: "Kansa nousee kansaa vastaan ja valtakunta valtakuntaa vastaan,

11 ja tulee suuria maanjäristyksiä, tulee ruttoa ja nälänhätää monin paikoin, ja taivaalla on oleva peljättäviä näkyjä ja suuria merkkejä.

Mrk.13:8

Sillä kansa nousee kansaa vastaan ja valtakunta valtakuntaa vastaan, tulee maanjäristyksiä monin paikoin, tulee nälänhätää. Tämä on synnytystuskien alkua.

Mark.3:26

Ja jos saatana nousee itseänsä vastaan ja riitautuu itsensä kanssa, ei hän voi pysyä, vaan hänen loppunsa on tullut

Matt.24:7

Sillä kansa nousee kansaa vastaan ja valtakunta valtakuntaa vastaan, ja nälänhätää ja maanjäristyksiä tulee monin paikoin.

Miika 7:6

Sillä poika halveksii isää, tytär nousee äitiänsä vastaan, miniä anoppiansa vastaan; ihmisen vihamiehiä ovat hänen omat perhekuntalaisensa.

Mark.3;24-26

24 Ja jos jokin valtakunta riitautuu itsensä kanssa, ei se valtakunta voi pysyä pystyssä.

25 Ja jos jokin talo riitautuu itsensä kanssa, ei se talo voi pysyä pystyssä.

26 Ja jos saatana nousee itseänsä vastaan ja riitautuu itsensä kanssa, ei hän voi pysyä, vaan hänen loppunsa on tullut.

I call to Thee.

It's time to sleep.

Counting sheep.

Watching ghosts.

One who boasts,

I have always been.

But I like ghosts,

when their staring at me.

Counting breaths.

Counting temperature.

Counting heartbeat.

Counting time.

Counting weight.

Counting days.

Few months to go.

The summer glows.

Counting the years,

I was a teen.

Counting blessings,

made me be.

Counting heartache.

Counting tears.

Counting mates.

Counting dates.

Numbers show,

I am old.

Yes, I've been humble,

I've been bold.

All the fairy tales,

I've been told.

Turned into gold.

In my soul.

Counting hair,

so says God.

And the birds.

So says God.

Not a one of them,

will fall in secret.

His hands shelter.

His hands delivers.

In the valley of the death.

I count my breath, how I breathe.

I am not dead yet.

I repeat, and repeat:

The Lord is my Shepherd.

There is a valley near by,

where people don't shig,

nor cry.

That a valley where songs sound clear.

And the air is fresh and warm.

I love it. When I hear it.

The song of life,

life that does not die.

Am I scared.

Yes I am.

But I don't damn,

the One, who gave me life.