What weathered days and wind drawn nights stand against the loss of a man’s heart? What light deprived in sooty dark that befriends him in identity forgotten? What promise keeps him sturdy, what righteousness makes him crave that which is good? What is America without freedom? dead

From this wondering in our own misunderstanding never established an identity but that which the world assigned, we were babes. Then He Spoke and awoke within the whisper of a Father remembered before our time began. That Loving Voice of Creation shaping us for purpose and design

I aroused them from slumber and we watched as they ransacked our world from our hidden perch. Our Church, our school our fields and Work all reduced to ash while our silent tears flowed through the mask of fear we obediently dawned. Pride, what pride we had withered and blew away

What Am I that I may lay claim to creating? This body, heart and designated passage are none of my making. How then may I lay claim to the mastery and lordship of my own determination? I do so only because the Father of life bequeathed each of us the choice to become or withdraw.

What of the many who do not see the worth and praise found with freedom, Liberty and love? Do we force them into the light, re educate them to the practical, enlighten them to reasons pause? They would push us over hasty furrow with relief at our passing. Isn’t that Our Puzzle?

Will we the designated Shepherd the stewards of marsh, field and mountain defend her from pillaging barbarians? Will she be held pure in morning’s light or shall we leave her to their lust and will and demanding appetites? These are the children of darkness who shall kneel to Him

What is that impetus that brings a man to claim, Enough? Is it the torture of another, seeing their freedom’s stripped that kindles the desire that thrash the wicked? Is it Jesus outraged at the wicked and their brazen misuse of God’s good blessing that forced us from our chair?

There must be a Test of my faith to determine its surety. Do I place my hands, my life, my praise my worth in God’s Will and Judgment or do I seek safety at the sake of faith’s passing?

I am safe. So what that I know 400 thousand children disappear for consumption by those with whom I work, those I pay to entertain, those I voted to lead this righteous Nation where our children are the reason for defense. I am safe. Until I must face mirror or the voice of God.

I pray with all my heart that the cruelty that has been done to these children is the catalyst for human demand of Change. No more political banter, no more rhetoric to establish King and Crown. The removal of that behavior from within U.S. Supervising it’s death for all time.

Have I upset your personal plans you carefully designed path to the castle of your Eye’s design? Sorry, A man cannot both live to please other men and serve God if there is slightest conflict. And in this case the world has gone far asunder of God’s Will there is no common ground

I would rather die by God’s Will through a virus that he has allowed to capture my last moments then to be freely muzzled and never know the sweet air he gave me for to breathe. For that LIFE IS FEAR and giving to fate, luck and aligning my self with the world in enmity With God.

I was not made to give up, nor to acquiesce, nor to stand bye as innocence is diminished, lost or destroyed. That is not the stuff of my construction. If you want to lose America, that is your choice, but as for me I will Serve the Lord God and He gave U.S. this freedom to defend

I was made TO LOVE Him with all of my spirit, soul, character and person, beyond the controls of Time’s constraining hand. I was made to Love you people that He created, seeing in each of you, his Likeness. This life is not meant to be wasted but Lived in Abundance til afterlife.