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Heaven and earth collide, one step upon the mountains, the other among the clouds. The kingdom has come. It dwells in your heart. It dwells with those who offer a home. Heaven and earth collide. A tree is adorned with sacrifice. Son of the most high, offered for iniquities of this day and the next. God's only son begotten. To save creation from itself. Heaven and earth collide. A tomb filled with glory. Those in fear find hope, an everlasting song of praise sung in the devastation, peace be with you, as Heaven and earth collide. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

"Prosperity knits a man to the world" -  C S Lewis - Screwtape Letters Wealth, success, and worldliness, even the priest on the altar blurs the reflection. It is difficult for one to slip through the needle's eye when endowed by the world's blessing. The kingdom will be full of paupers, simpletons, and rouges. For it is easier for those without to sever the ties of a world, broken, and normalizing its indulgences. Fix yourself to God's word. Hold fast to His truth when the world's ideology is flawed. Listen to those who speak from pulpits with a single agenda. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com “Paupers, simpletons and rogues” from the song “Surely God Is With Us” by Rich Mullins

The Sermon on the Mount 1873 - Woodcut - Author Unknown Have you not listened? You seemed to have turned away. You look at wars and long for peace. Your news media divides you, regardless of what you believe. Those who speak for you, speak only for themselves. Some hunger for bread when there is plenty. Some wish for comfort, when they have a pillow. Some long for Camelot, but that was long ago. Have you not listened? Your culture claims to have no need of ears. You seek sameness when you are made with uniqueness. You seek a moral high ground you cannot bear. You embrace twisted ideologies that thrive in no garden. Money is your god. Power is your love. Pride is your death. From Eden to the Temple, from the manger to the cross, sonnets of the truth are spoken. Have you listened?  Have you not listened, without twisting what you hear? You seem to have dug your graves in sand. Wars will always be, for not all children seek peace. Division stands in its strength, as long as you are it...