Božie ponukam a ludske milosrdenstvo žiadam!!! Milostivy obraz Bozieho milosrdenstva..... su pre mna vzdy lastovicky co sa vratili, a posadali ako poltonove noty na elektricke draty ako na linajky …Viac
Božie ponukam a ludske milosrdenstvo žiadam!!!
Milostivy obraz Bozieho milosrdenstva..... su pre mna vzdy lastovicky co sa vratili, a posadali ako poltonove noty na elektricke draty ako na linajky notoveho papiera, a do prace prebudene vcely co zihadlami mi vzdy pripomenu ze stoji za to tesit sa na ich med, je kazdy vydych hriechu po ktorom sa moze clovek z Ducha Bozieho Milosrdenstva znova nadychnut...... Bozie Milosrdentvo je ubytok z Bozieho nekonecna, a zisk pre cloveka, ........ vsetko take krasne nebyt tej limitujucej vety v Panovej modlitbe
Otce nas....
a odpust nam nase viny ako i mi odpustame svojím vinikom.
Vcera bolo slovo Bozie Milosrdenstvo tolko krat opakovane, tolko pohladov na milostivy obraz Milosrdenstva, ..a ta veta z otcenasu predsa ostala stale tam....
ako i mi odpustame.
Neprijemna veta, pre cloveka, darmo sa on kazdodenne modli korunku, ta veta ostava pre kazdeho. Nie je pruzna ako ludsky paragraf, ziadne pruzne slovko tam nie je...
- aspon tak ako i mi - viac ako …Viac
Milostivy obraz Bozieho milosrdenstva..... su pre mna vzdy lastovicky co sa vratili, a posadali ako poltonove noty na elektricke draty ako na linajky notoveho papiera, a do prace prebudene vcely co zihadlami mi vzdy pripomenu ze stoji za to tesit sa na ich med, je kazdy vydych hriechu po ktorom sa moze clovek z Ducha Bozieho Milosrdenstva znova nadychnut...... Bozie Milosrdentvo je ubytok z Bozieho nekonecna, a zisk pre cloveka, ........ vsetko take krasne nebyt tej limitujucej vety v Panovej modlitbe
Otce nas....
a odpust nam nase viny ako i mi odpustame svojím vinikom.
Vcera bolo slovo Bozie Milosrdenstvo tolko krat opakovane, tolko pohladov na milostivy obraz Milosrdenstva, ..a ta veta z otcenasu predsa ostala stale tam....
ako i mi odpustame.
Neprijemna veta, pre cloveka, darmo sa on kazdodenne modli korunku, ta veta ostava pre kazdeho. Nie je pruzna ako ludsky paragraf, ziadne pruzne slovko tam nie je...
- aspon tak ako i mi - viac ako …Viac
.... pocul som o Bohu často, prilis casto od ludi co mali plne usta Boha a srdcia plne seba, co hovorili o Bohu vzdy a pred kazdym a nikdy nie s Ním o sebe a o ludoch...
.. preto sa mi pacia aj takyto cernossky klauni a ich rozhovor.....
BOH: kde si bol synu?
Muz: BOZE, Boze si to ty? Boh: kde si bol synu?
Muz: Vzal som si trosku prestavku od tvojho slova a dostal trochu od zivota. Ze opacnym smerom …Viac
.... pocul som o Bohu často, prilis casto od ludi co mali plne usta Boha a srdcia plne seba, co hovorili o Bohu vzdy a pred kazdym a nikdy nie s Ním o sebe a o ludoch...
.. preto sa mi pacia aj takyto cernossky klauni a ich rozhovor.....
BOH: kde si bol synu?
Muz: BOZE, Boze si to ty? Boh: kde si bol synu?
Muz: Vzal som si trosku prestavku od tvojho slova a dostal trochu od zivota. Ze opacnym smerom, vsetcia svati by povedali. Sam som si namaloval dnes novy den, aby som zajtra necitil ziaden kríž či bolest. Pozical som si cčs od sveta, pretoze som mal ten „lepsí“ pocit. A akoby povedal Marvin Gaye, potreboval som liecenie sexom. Ale stale som citil ze mam naviac, ale nevedel som prist nato ako naviac? A doslo mi ze si naštvaný, tak som ta nebtazoval tym zeby som prisiel. Boh:Ty si stale maly chlapec! Muz: Prepac mi Boze?!? Nechcem na teba slovne utocit, na tvoju vznesenost, ale ukaz mi trosku lojality a prijmi to. Ty dobre vies a ja uz nie som maly chlapec. Ja som len isiel obchadzkou a chytil sa na navnadu. Ale moje vnutro je stale dobre. A ku tomu ty sa pozeras na ludske srdce a vies ze to bolo pre mna tazke odolat pokuseniu v danej situacii. Preco rozoberas moju mužnosť? Myslel som ze s tebou dobre vychadzam pokial sa k tebe vratim a olutujem. A taktiez cas ktory som stravil vo svete sa neda porovnat s casom ktory som stravil myslenim o Tebe.Tak mi daj prestavku.
Boh: Dat ti prestavku? Nedlzim ti nic! Ale ty, ty si bol vykupeny cenou a to je jedine pravidlo, ze mi odovzdas svoj zivot! Chapes, ja ti chcem otvorit dvere, tak, ze cez teba ma ostatni uvidia.Rozumiem ze mozes byt zmateny niektorymi, ktori sa portretuju za mna, ale oni ma nikdy neuvidia ked su „zo sveta“. Vidis, diabol tiez pozna svate pismo. Pre vecnost nestaci pritomnost a potom si oprasit svate pismo. Dat ti prestavku?!? Nevies ze kazdy tvoj dych je povazovany za prestavku, pretoze moja milost ta zachranuje pred tym aby si isel na to miesto! Teraz si spocitaj prestavky ktore raz budes mat! Mas matematiku tak počítaj! Kazdy den ta chranim pred svojim hnevom, hoci potom ako si ako si sa kupal v bazene hriechu. Znova a znova ta povazujem za svojho syna, svoju lasku, svojho priatela, aj vtedy ked ty uprednostnujes zapadnut, ked som ti jasne povedal vystupit! Ked prides k mojej nebeskej brane,tam nebudu ziadne rozdavania, takze nastal cas stat sa muzom. Alebo sa stiahnut, pretoze jasne nedokazes vidiet, ze si bol vybrany. Namiesto toho aby si si vybral svet, ktory bude tvojmu srdcu blizky. Vidis, pokusenie je cast zivota a moja milost je prichut lasky, ktoru mam pre teba zakazdym ked zlyhas. Od noci do rana som sa na teba pozeral ako chrapes. A hoci bola burka, daval som pozor ze si v poriadku, ja ta upozornujem, nie kricim. A vies upozornenie predchadza zanik. Takze pocas toho ako si chlipnil, hresil a usklaboval sa, rozmyslaj o tom ze som koniec a zaciatok. A prestan predstierat ze si sam seba rano zobudil. Vies ako sa hovori pribeh, naco je dobry chlap ktory ziska svet, ale strati dusu. Nestracaj kontrolu, chod dopredu a postupuj nahor. Je cas prestat sa hrat na krestana, je čas vyrasť a stať sa kresťan. A vykašľať sa na stare chodnicky! A teraz ked si muz, musis opustit svoje detinske chodnicky. Nenechaj ziaru hrichu oslepit ta. Mozes mat zabavu ked je na to cas, ale teraz prestan utekat pred rozsudkom a nechaj nech si ta najde.
Muz: Ale Boze, nemyslim si, ze rozumies ako tazke je vykročiť a byť na čele, ked som bol looserom. Boze byt odsudeny tebou nie je to, coho sa bojim. Viac som znepokojeny z mnozstva lud, ktori budu volat a nazvú ma farizejom. Videl som to vsetko pred tym a uprimne, je mi z toho zle. Odsudenie so zavislostou na „telesnych“ rozhodnutiach skorumpovalo moj pohlad a urobilo ma zranitelnym. A Boze, byt jeden z mala zijucich spravne je velmi obtiazne. Ludia na mna budu pozerat s takou kritickostou. Bolo by to ovela jednoduchsie keby som bol iba ja a ty. A keby som zacal zit svato, ludia ktori ma naozaj poznaju, by ma iba porovnavali s mojim starym ja. Neukazali by mi respekt, Boze. Rozsirim tvoje slovo Boze, ked sa ma nanho niekto spyta. To je v poriadku. Dobre Boze?
God: Whining, whining and complaining is all you seem to do. You find time to do everything you want but nothing I ask of you. But you expect me to have grace every time you come my way. You seem to remember me every Sunday but forget about me on days like today. What if I was to dismiss you, then who would spare your life? What if I decided to take a break? Then what would you expect from your creator? What if I just decided to walk off and just decide to come back later? You don’t realize the things I invest in you and all the talent I give you as a gift. So let’s just reverse our roles and I’ll let you take my second shift. No, don’t ask any questions. I’m handing the power over to you. Now your life is in your hands. Your destiny belongs to you.
Man: God wait, I’ll apologize just listen. I apologize for fitting in when I know you made me different. I just thought that maybe this time, maybe this time…
God: Time! Not even my own son knows the second or hour. I made you a king; no you weren’t born no coward. Son I listen to your every word. There is nothing you say I don’t hear. I open up your eyes to see all things and wipe them all the way for you to see clear. My son Jesus doesn’t even know and you want me to freeze time for you? I’m calling on you for your calling but it’s obvious you have other things to do. You’re afraid of what people will say, but I’m the only one you should fear. For the time works on my watch and mother earth will soon disappear. You may not understand, and this may come as a surprise, but I’ll explain it to you because I’m sick of the lies. I’m the divine truth and nothing shall come before me. How can I explain to you how to be faithful if when I speak, you just ignore me? I give you every inch of power you have to conquer all that you may fear. But consider my voice to be hours on the clock. The end of times are near.
Man: Okay God, I’ll change. I promise I’ll change. But I might as well get used to people looking at me strange.
God: Who cares?!?
Man: What about my imperfections, and everything that’s my past?
God: I’ve perfected your imperfections and made beauty of your past. I made you first when you thought you were last. You see my love is unconditional; it’s something you’ve never felt. I’ve forgiven you of everything, even when you couldn’t forgive yourself.
Man: God, what if I fall? God: You will.
Man: And then what? God: I’ll pick you up.
Man: And even again God, what if I fall? God: I’ll pick you up.
Man: But God, what if I keep on falling? God: I’ll keep picking you up.
Man: but God!
God: But nothing! You will always fall short of my grace. That’s not to debate. You shall face everyday knowing that you have been saved by grace. Let the melodies from heaven rain down on you and take that Bible off the shelf. Stop depending on everyone else. Sometimes you have to encourage yourself. It aint over until I say it’s over, so wipe those tears from your face. You have to continue to move swiftly and make every move in faith. I can continue to show you the right path and you can continue to talk to me. But your words mean nothing, unless you’re ready to walk with me.
Man: God, I surrender.
God: Son, just walk.
.. preto sa mi pacia aj takyto cernossky klauni a ich rozhovor.....
BOH: kde si bol synu?
Muz: BOZE, Boze si to ty? Boh: kde si bol synu?
Muz: Vzal som si trosku prestavku od tvojho slova a dostal trochu od zivota. Ze opacnym smerom, vsetcia svati by povedali. Sam som si namaloval dnes novy den, aby som zajtra necitil ziaden kríž či bolest. Pozical som si cčs od sveta, pretoze som mal ten „lepsí“ pocit. A akoby povedal Marvin Gaye, potreboval som liecenie sexom. Ale stale som citil ze mam naviac, ale nevedel som prist nato ako naviac? A doslo mi ze si naštvaný, tak som ta nebtazoval tym zeby som prisiel. Boh:Ty si stale maly chlapec! Muz: Prepac mi Boze?!? Nechcem na teba slovne utocit, na tvoju vznesenost, ale ukaz mi trosku lojality a prijmi to. Ty dobre vies a ja uz nie som maly chlapec. Ja som len isiel obchadzkou a chytil sa na navnadu. Ale moje vnutro je stale dobre. A ku tomu ty sa pozeras na ludske srdce a vies ze to bolo pre mna tazke odolat pokuseniu v danej situacii. Preco rozoberas moju mužnosť? Myslel som ze s tebou dobre vychadzam pokial sa k tebe vratim a olutujem. A taktiez cas ktory som stravil vo svete sa neda porovnat s casom ktory som stravil myslenim o Tebe.Tak mi daj prestavku.
Boh: Dat ti prestavku? Nedlzim ti nic! Ale ty, ty si bol vykupeny cenou a to je jedine pravidlo, ze mi odovzdas svoj zivot! Chapes, ja ti chcem otvorit dvere, tak, ze cez teba ma ostatni uvidia.Rozumiem ze mozes byt zmateny niektorymi, ktori sa portretuju za mna, ale oni ma nikdy neuvidia ked su „zo sveta“. Vidis, diabol tiez pozna svate pismo. Pre vecnost nestaci pritomnost a potom si oprasit svate pismo. Dat ti prestavku?!? Nevies ze kazdy tvoj dych je povazovany za prestavku, pretoze moja milost ta zachranuje pred tym aby si isel na to miesto! Teraz si spocitaj prestavky ktore raz budes mat! Mas matematiku tak počítaj! Kazdy den ta chranim pred svojim hnevom, hoci potom ako si ako si sa kupal v bazene hriechu. Znova a znova ta povazujem za svojho syna, svoju lasku, svojho priatela, aj vtedy ked ty uprednostnujes zapadnut, ked som ti jasne povedal vystupit! Ked prides k mojej nebeskej brane,tam nebudu ziadne rozdavania, takze nastal cas stat sa muzom. Alebo sa stiahnut, pretoze jasne nedokazes vidiet, ze si bol vybrany. Namiesto toho aby si si vybral svet, ktory bude tvojmu srdcu blizky. Vidis, pokusenie je cast zivota a moja milost je prichut lasky, ktoru mam pre teba zakazdym ked zlyhas. Od noci do rana som sa na teba pozeral ako chrapes. A hoci bola burka, daval som pozor ze si v poriadku, ja ta upozornujem, nie kricim. A vies upozornenie predchadza zanik. Takze pocas toho ako si chlipnil, hresil a usklaboval sa, rozmyslaj o tom ze som koniec a zaciatok. A prestan predstierat ze si sam seba rano zobudil. Vies ako sa hovori pribeh, naco je dobry chlap ktory ziska svet, ale strati dusu. Nestracaj kontrolu, chod dopredu a postupuj nahor. Je cas prestat sa hrat na krestana, je čas vyrasť a stať sa kresťan. A vykašľať sa na stare chodnicky! A teraz ked si muz, musis opustit svoje detinske chodnicky. Nenechaj ziaru hrichu oslepit ta. Mozes mat zabavu ked je na to cas, ale teraz prestan utekat pred rozsudkom a nechaj nech si ta najde.
Muz: Ale Boze, nemyslim si, ze rozumies ako tazke je vykročiť a byť na čele, ked som bol looserom. Boze byt odsudeny tebou nie je to, coho sa bojim. Viac som znepokojeny z mnozstva lud, ktori budu volat a nazvú ma farizejom. Videl som to vsetko pred tym a uprimne, je mi z toho zle. Odsudenie so zavislostou na „telesnych“ rozhodnutiach skorumpovalo moj pohlad a urobilo ma zranitelnym. A Boze, byt jeden z mala zijucich spravne je velmi obtiazne. Ludia na mna budu pozerat s takou kritickostou. Bolo by to ovela jednoduchsie keby som bol iba ja a ty. A keby som zacal zit svato, ludia ktori ma naozaj poznaju, by ma iba porovnavali s mojim starym ja. Neukazali by mi respekt, Boze. Rozsirim tvoje slovo Boze, ked sa ma nanho niekto spyta. To je v poriadku. Dobre Boze?
God: Whining, whining and complaining is all you seem to do. You find time to do everything you want but nothing I ask of you. But you expect me to have grace every time you come my way. You seem to remember me every Sunday but forget about me on days like today. What if I was to dismiss you, then who would spare your life? What if I decided to take a break? Then what would you expect from your creator? What if I just decided to walk off and just decide to come back later? You don’t realize the things I invest in you and all the talent I give you as a gift. So let’s just reverse our roles and I’ll let you take my second shift. No, don’t ask any questions. I’m handing the power over to you. Now your life is in your hands. Your destiny belongs to you.
Man: God wait, I’ll apologize just listen. I apologize for fitting in when I know you made me different. I just thought that maybe this time, maybe this time…
God: Time! Not even my own son knows the second or hour. I made you a king; no you weren’t born no coward. Son I listen to your every word. There is nothing you say I don’t hear. I open up your eyes to see all things and wipe them all the way for you to see clear. My son Jesus doesn’t even know and you want me to freeze time for you? I’m calling on you for your calling but it’s obvious you have other things to do. You’re afraid of what people will say, but I’m the only one you should fear. For the time works on my watch and mother earth will soon disappear. You may not understand, and this may come as a surprise, but I’ll explain it to you because I’m sick of the lies. I’m the divine truth and nothing shall come before me. How can I explain to you how to be faithful if when I speak, you just ignore me? I give you every inch of power you have to conquer all that you may fear. But consider my voice to be hours on the clock. The end of times are near.
Man: Okay God, I’ll change. I promise I’ll change. But I might as well get used to people looking at me strange.
God: Who cares?!?
Man: What about my imperfections, and everything that’s my past?
God: I’ve perfected your imperfections and made beauty of your past. I made you first when you thought you were last. You see my love is unconditional; it’s something you’ve never felt. I’ve forgiven you of everything, even when you couldn’t forgive yourself.
Man: God, what if I fall? God: You will.
Man: And then what? God: I’ll pick you up.
Man: And even again God, what if I fall? God: I’ll pick you up.
Man: But God, what if I keep on falling? God: I’ll keep picking you up.
Man: but God!
God: But nothing! You will always fall short of my grace. That’s not to debate. You shall face everyday knowing that you have been saved by grace. Let the melodies from heaven rain down on you and take that Bible off the shelf. Stop depending on everyone else. Sometimes you have to encourage yourself. It aint over until I say it’s over, so wipe those tears from your face. You have to continue to move swiftly and make every move in faith. I can continue to show you the right path and you can continue to talk to me. But your words mean nothing, unless you’re ready to walk with me.
Man: God, I surrender.
God: Son, just walk.