In the beginning
before time and life begun
God passed through the heavens.
Everything was empty
it was dark –there was none;
no light to show the way.
No time, no date,
no emotional feeling;
just an abyss of nothing.
No way in, and no way out.
Not a single life or being
to love or hate.
God spoke light.
It filled the universe.
No Sun, no moon, nor force.
Light sprung forth out of nothing.
Just a display of luminous
beauty His voice obeyed.
Like with flaming sword;
He separated light from dark;
never to trespass on each other’s side.
Time is born……
Light and dark will clearly mark
separation of night and day.
God smiled.
It was good.
No longer will darkness
dominate the vast
with an infectious blindness root.
No more hiding truth.
Oh, glorious day!
Oh, gentle night!
Partition between work and rest.
The miracle of new beginnings;
this venture just feels so right;
looks so perfect.
Enter Lucifer, wind chimes in his walk-
he speaks with wooden flutes in his talk
Strings of harp in his swift like stride
and a following of one third
of God’s angels divide.
Sudden quiet need be heard.
Oh, Lord Almighty, before thee I come.
You know above Thee, there is none.
No force will ever divide,
into another direction
which Your will has not decide.
Before You we bring our infinite adoration.
Speak Lucifer, please speak your mind.
It gives me pleasure to find
you here in My holy presence;
to exalt and glorify.
Please state your reasons,
honesty won’t be defied.
My Lord, Your kingdom is great
and Your power we cannot rate.
But why this sudden change?
Why this new “creation”.
Elements need to be arranged
and the sudden light invasion?
What is wrong with the old way
that things used to be; I say –
Everything used to be so calm,
just a tranquil quiet.
I’d enchant you with my song
but, now this light burst riot?
My dear angel why the sudden despair?
I am merely adding glory; look out there.
The beginning of light and time
and of more to come.
You’ll all be part in this plan of Mine
just wait and see I am not yet done.
Hear my plan, this is how it goes –
A firmament will divide all water.
Cast into a mirror reflecting eternity.
Windows to see how the water flows.
Yet floodgates of blessing and the author
of many signs in a distant destiny.
This is my creation.
On the very first day.
Just look at the beauty of the distant blue.
This will be seen by many a nation
on which a responsibility will weigh,
to reign over the final result to ensue.
It will carve the path
of the eagle’s flight.
Yet none will know it’s there.
In day it’s blue, yet flexible enough
to turn pitch black at night
and still no touch it’s presence declare.
Hiding the treasure rooms
of pure white snow flakes and hail;
with doors safely locked on My command.
Spectacular displays when thunder booms.
Unleashing from all corners winds that wail.
Once it starts no pause it will grant.
Stacking up pockets of clouds
like bags stuffed with cotton.
or in all directions to disperse.
Can you explain the mystery about
the rain not falling out the bottom
until my request to immerse.
This will be the source of life
that will stimulate all that grow.
Spreading colour and rejuvenation.
Yet its power will cut like a knife.
Everything in its path out of way throw,
leaving behind despair and decimation.
My Lord, your efforts are great
as I respect all you have already create,
but why do you wish to create
when you have so much, I see?
You demand our love – there is no hate,
to this all ... is there any point to it?
Why create to destroy?
Seems to me; it annoy -
You that all is so perfect
and now thoughts to erase
and wrath You direct.
So through it’s destruction it pays.
Creation that’s made to glorify
yet, in its existence a breakdown testify.
You give exquisite beauty
but with power to destroy itself.
To praise Your name; it’s duty
but in moment can dissolve.
Shall I create and you ask Me why?
Can your hands top the bluest of sky?
Can you solve the mystery of time
or separate the waters and sky?
Create a universe bigger than Mine
make My workings look shy!
Show Me how you split light from dark.
Out of nothing; make your mark.
I hold the future closed in My hand
and no one knows but Me.
The past I can change or wash away
for no-one else to see.
I would not go against Thee. Dare
to explore such greatness; as I bare
myself to thee a mere servant.
How can I exalt myself to Your seat?
I am not deserving of it
and I admit defeat.
Earth stretch yourself out above the waters.
Rise yourself up creating borders
and let no one know the secret of your source.
Let waters be directed in their course.
Over earth that is new and dry.
None to find it’s foundations under the sky.
I lock the sea with doors unseen.
Dust flow together where water has been
into hardness, moulding clots.
Water become like stone and interlocks.
These waters I will call sea
and none shall ever stop it’s course but Me.
I have measured the volume; the size.
Meticulous calculations to outwit the wise.
The cornerstone upon My word is laid
and all by My hand’s been made;
to round off My holy perfection.
It is all to My satisfaction.
Hear the rivers running through it’s veins.
See floating clouds sifting down the rains.
Smell the sweet aroma of wet
ground cleansed, by a bed
of rushing waters – everlasting life.
That is what it is about: “Creating life”.
Look closely and see
little leaves barely visible- green.
Seeking out the warmth of the sun’s rays.
Reaching fullness in a couple of days.
Trees bearing fruit; grasses and flowers in bloom
Mixtures of fragrance from morning ‘till noon.
Water representing My Spirit.
Cleansing and renewing life within it.
The earth My Body living out My Word.
It glorifies Me complimenting it’s worth.
The sky is My soul to complete.
Harmonious three in one; not one compete.
Oh, Lucifer! I see you are back!
Come, on step closer to the light
and tell Me what you think; you might
surprise Me after all.
Did you have a ball
roaming amongst my latest creation?
Indeed, I have roamed my Lord.
Yet, I made a few observations indeed.
The earth with its strata; layers planted a seed
in my mind that it seems older
than it is- it also seems colder
at the northern and southern parts.
Fine meteoric dust is settling
on the surface fourteen million tons in time.
Is this unnecessary weight in line
with Your great plans to build
an ever largening ball? Is it Your will
that it just expand?
Even at it’s very beginning
I can already see the end.
The earth is slowing down from the rotation; on which was sent
and the magnetic field decays exponentially;
seem to defy a purpose initially
set; from beginning to have.
My design is perfect and in balance.
Existence of life surely depend complete
on proportion of crust thickness and ocean depth; not to deplete
the absorption of free oxygen and carbon dioxide mix.
Without this simple fact – these sticks
would bare no leaves; no life.
Nitrogen and oxygen in a delicate ratio
enfolds the perfect physical mass and size
affording the balance; to prove how wise;
between atmospheric pressure and gravitational force
and by the way; did you manage to find the source
of the earth’s bountiful water supply?
By the power of one word
I divide night and day;
as by an unseen sword
and by unspoken ordinance the heavens obey.
Reigning sun by day and moon by night.
Complimented by a blanket of stars in dominion at night.
Opposites grabbing the earth by it’s seems
Signs of set times – days, years, seasons to come.
Light up the skies; generate energy all over to be seen.
I tied Orion’s belt never can it be undone.
Lucifer, a star after each angel I’ve named
but I fear that some might be changed.
The sun will bring forth heat
and create the biggest of light daily.
This beautiful energy recurrence will meet
the requirements for plant life to become very
plentiful and to cover the earth in it’s entirety.
A relationship synchronized in unity.
The moon will control the night
giving it’s light continually in phase.
Impacting on the ever changing tide;
putting another type of time in place.
Master of illusion with changes in size.
Creating total eclipse to the sun’s demise.
Stars are scattered as far as the eye can see.
Big an small with colours different shade.
Planets too far for anyone to be.
Harmony of galaxies into distance fade
Sweet influences of plei’ades I bind.
The rejoicing of God’s sons – a glorious sound.
Placed at the right distance
as if accurately measured by an architect.
Precision engineering with greatest persistence.
Not a flaw in this design to detect.
Made to sustain a tiny planet
at the heart of it all as I planned it.
Though precise in design
and a beautiful picture in Your Name signed.
Take a closer look at the distance of the sun
if closer it scorch; further freeze
and in creating light the only one
sustainer of life; yet destroyer with ease.
The same goes for the moon.
Functional yet creator of ruin.
Great danger and great risk I see
if it had to leave it’s path.
Floods turning land twice a day into sea
and killing all life in wrath.
I fear in Your greatness there is a flaw;
though Your word is all and Your word is law.
Call me Abbadon or Appolyon indeed
if all this keep their perfect ways.
In darkness and rejection I’ll take my seat
if this all last for a thousand days.
May I fall like a star from heaven.
If You complete this plan on day seven.
Your attempt is noble to create perfection,
but I cannot see how it will work.
May I be made Belial as redemption
even call me liar; as this is absurd.
Your questions I have tolerated
and My ingenuity has been demonstrated.
I have let you in on my master plan
and I have given you free reign to inspect.
I challenge you without any ban.
If a mistake you find, you’ll gain My respect.
My Lord, I serve You well
but my following is great – I can tell.
In starting Your creation, You shift the balance
and we do not see Your point.
Though I have done my own surveillance,
Your optimism cannot be joined.
Once again I will speak a word.
You may; in your words say “absurd”.
I call the things that does not exist
and I call it as if it exist.
By My word I command existence.
By My word I’ll have no resistance.
Suddenly; like pouring out a silver flood;
the ocean becomes alive turning to mud
as sea life burst into explosive numbers.
Each for a home- play seekers and finders.
Empty blue now contains biggest creature-whale
to smallest one celled organisms it inhale.
At the same time the skies turn black
with overwhelming sounds that boredom lack
defying the laws of gravity with greatest of ease.
The most beautiful sight any eye to please.
Brightly coloured in green blue and reds
and even the less obvious, but by no means “dead”.
The eagle rises up above the highest clouds.
The ostrich is not sad, though his feathers amounts
to nothing more than flapping;
for no other can beat him when running.
The beautiful song of the nightingale is soothing to the ear
yet, the crow’s song is avoided with fear.
Coral reefs in colourful eye candy.
Silvery schools in playful prelude so dandy!
Starfish, angelfish, seahorse, shoal.
Eel and hermit crab in every hole.
Think of a colour, you’ll find it there.
A blend of plant and creatures everywhere.
Feathers resist water from head to tail.
Different colours to match in finest detail
to blend in with their habitual surroundings.
You can hear their joyful song, but finding
them might not be so easy, yet bliss
when spotting before they disappear in the blue abyss.
To the beauty in the coral I do say :”Aye”
but in case of damage it will die
and might never survive an onslaught
as it will take centuries again to form.
What about the sea life with its dependence?
This simple fact could end all of this?
Who will stop the sparrow from falling?
The eagles entangled in mating embrace tumbling
to earth and again thrusting their way up
into the sky exerting extreme pressure on delicate wings.
Who will keep their babies from leaping
out of the nest leaving a helpless mother weeping?
I am who I am; I am what I am.
I will into being what I want and to end I will damn,
I am the God of the swallow
and the Father of all that live.
I keep them dry in the pouring rain.
I lift them up against gravitational strain.
The seas are at places different in heat and cold.
Sometimes it seems clear and sometimes salt.
this in itself creates borders; on forever
increasing numbers of creatures.
Why not create a creature so great
to rise from the seas’ depth to sky defying fate?
I might just do so; It’ll draw power from darkness
striking fear into hearts filled with blindness.
The great red dragon; the angel of the bottomless pit
will reveal himself at the end of time.
Never a physical creature will he be.
Yet, distinctly hated- you’ll see.
Please, please! When; will You say?
When will this widely feared creature see the day?
I am not for violence and cause of mayhem at all,
but this seems to break the boring routine.
I guess I’d better go and search for it’s lair.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll find it there.
Animals now will roam the earth;
running around; wild and free.
I’ll create a variety some in mirth
and others afore all will flee.
From the depths of the earth’s crust
to creatures great; kicking up dust.
Monkeys run around playful in the sun
chasing one another; in branches all day
but in spite of folly; they care for their young.
None will dare take it’s child as prey.
Whereas the reptiles don’t nurture,
but leave their young to the cares of nature.
Agility, speed, hibernation features infinite
all perfectly balanced to sustain all.
Never exploding into populations but in it
lies the secret of all species’ survival.
A chain structured on co-dependence
yet, to the eye it seems like total independence.
Who can construct like the beaver?
Who can outrun a cheetah at speed?
Who can do a search like the golden retriever?
Who can lift or move the elephants’ feet?
All have a function; all play a role
in this master plan; that slowly unfold.
Look at the sheep so pure and white;
with wool so soft and warm.
A tender beast indeed, in it’s heart no fight
will ever enter; never another threat fully warn.
Rather a humble retreat in it’s mind no harm
by this animal no hurt will be done.
The horse is proud with it’s head held high.
It’s strength and speed; a well balanced breed.
Manes flowing in dust filled wind- running under blue sky.
Purpose it’s destiny and power lies in it’s seed.
Friend and worker. Pet and tool.
To ignore this creature you’d definitely be a fool.
Pretty sight indeed it is. Beautiful I agree.
But, what is it with this one thing I see?
Zebras, donkeys and horses seem so alike?
Yet, wild and tame a line that separate.
Sterile birth from crossed borders seems an unlike
match; that like a parasite will infiltrate.
The goat walks around a little destroyer.
Foraging on everything in it’s path, a real annoyer
to all around always ready for a fight
even though it is so small.
Dear Lucifer, it there a problem with your sight?
Maybe not very useful, but a definite resemblance I see…
Stay now quiet and you’ll see the best is yet to come.
Number six marks the day of man.
Born in My image Spirit, Body and Soul.
The ruler of it all, he will make it whole.
Only merely less than yourself in glory; he can
do so much; this idea definitely needs a raised thumb!
Out of dust the first man is meticulously formed.
The breath of life; I’ll gently breath into his nose
and I’ll raise him up to stand proud and tall.
You’ll look over him so that he does not fall.
You’ll be a messenger on matters that might have arose
in the past so that important lessons can be learned.
The genesis of my creation announce great things to come
All was good until now, but now it has been made perfect.
This is oh, so marvellous and yes so magnificently great!
I will be the author and the master of all it’s fate.
The naming of all the creatures I’ll let man elect.
I think My work on this new creation is almost done.
Subdue it all to your reign my little man.
Enjoy the produce of seed bearing plants and fruit bearing trees.
Stay always clear from the tree of knowledge, dear.
In it lies the secret of good and evil which lead to fear.
You can call on Me to fulfil in all your daily needs.
No matter how big, you know that I can.
I see your sorrow, your loneliness, be at rest
I’ll create, bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh.
As if one body, you’ll become in love too.
Be the head to her submission, be gentle and true.
Become fertile and by My word, be blessed.
Walk in confidence and truth, again be blessed.
I have created your friend; man with breast and man with womb.
Her skin as soft as milk and lips sweet as honey’s gold.
The pinnacle of creation’s sovereign beauty.
Your support and emotional refuge her reciprocal duty.
Against all odds in your arms you’ll hold.
Smell her hair, see her smile in her heart for you ample room.
Beautiful this creature called woman indeed.
A lusty lure, enticing paramour; swaying a dazed man.
Wrapping him around her finger, the ruler fall because she can.
Hot blooded man in her arms becomes calm and cool.
Her vulnerability she will use as a tool- man is a fool.
Yet, she will carry forth the manly seed.
Opposites they are like night and day.
You call it balance, but I say it will oppose.
Never in agreeance, always pulling up the nose.
How can there be harmony between fire and ice?
Although there is now love in those steaming eyes,
I cannot see that it is a condition that will stay.
How will her magnificence submit to man?
How will man love her as his own body,
when he is built so rough and she so lovely?
One of mind, body and soul You say they’ll be,
but how will they know without eating from the forbidden tree?
I am an adversary to this new plan.
Man is weak; I see the fear in his eyes.
In selfishness he will give in to fleshly desires.
This weakness will awake murderous fires.
Your command of rule will stir his arrogance.
He will deny you and forget his dependence.
Temptation leads to death, breeding nothing but lies.
How will he stay standing against flesh and temptation?
Will he ever know the true meaning of love;
or purity and gentleness like the whitest dove?
In truth they walk, but will it last forever?
To live in Your presence will they continually endeavour?
Save by your grace she will never become a nation.
Puny man less than an angel to rule over all?
He who stumbles over his own feet, complete dependence.
It’s utter annihilation; how can You defend this?
How will he subdue it all in his own strength?
I don’t see him doing this at any length
As sure as I stand, this man will fall!
The seventh day –the day of rest.
Sanctified by men and by My hand blessed.
The day of cleansing; a holy sabbatical most solemn.
This My promise if you walk in My favour.
No reaping what you’ve sown, fruitful expiation.
Come unto Me, all ye that labour
and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Eve alone; admiring creation as Satan approach.
Share thee no communion with your man today?
What pleasing tastes and sights these trees bare; I dare say.
Did God not say all these trees are good?
Surely we may eat of all but one.
Death comes from tasting or touching its fruit-even one.
You will surely not die; if you dare to eat.
An eye opener; on God’s level you’ll meet.
You will know the difference between good and evil.
God knows this and refuse you this to prevent
you from taking His seat and in that event
your actions are justified – Later.
Purest satisfaction, reddest ruby glow in morning’s glorious glimmer.
Cool to touch, causing wet water drops of silvery pearl.
The sweet sensation like spring blossom around you in the wind whirl.
There are no regrets like opportunities missed; a chance gone by.
What if I dare and die? What if I don’t?
Will I achieve a higher state of knowing? What if I won’t?
One juicy bite bleeds down the corner of her lips.
Wiping mouth; I’ve done nothing wrong; hands on hips
Why would you look at me in this manner?
See that no death has come to claim me;
take a bite and see if this heavenly taste pleases thee.
Did you not hear what the snake had to say?
Hot breath; condenses down on sticky skin.
Lips gently touch the sweetest desire.
Coolest taste quenches the nervous fire.
Pulsating throats take it all in.
Eyes look for a moment in this seductive dare.
Clasped hand suddenly climax into open flare.
Closed eyes shut out the truth of a moment’s sin.
Innocence’s ignorance is dispersed with the passing wind.
Like sunlight breaking through clouds exposed.
No longer shame to conceal worthless flesh and disgrace
of the impure spirit that blotches a shiny face.
Hide us away and let us be.
Meanwhile Lucifer ushers in the light of the morning;
like Venus the brightest morning star.
I am in glory like the most high God
and the whole universe sees me from afar.
I will replace Him on His throne
for all to see as God, heed my warning.
Suddenly with a flicker in his eye he snickers.
God, I am- I am God! Just wait and see!
While, You rested I worked hard about my plan.
I will prove man as an imperfect sinful being.
I will rise up against man and defeat him.
Between himself and his wife I see two very social believers.
With glory dimmed he sets of into the night.
I will turn them away to dishonor and disgrace
their Creator; the one they call “Father”.
I will proudly then sneer in His face,
while I devour their offspring as soon as it’s born.
Dying a slow spiritual death; unconscious to be fright.
Put out the light; I make my big divorce.
No long in God, but in myself I’ll put my trust.
One by one I’ll set my sights on His kingdom’s riches,
so that like a thief; in my pocket His posessions I will thrust.
Through the power of suggestion I will expand
into an empire that is the greatest – a reckoned force.
Camouflaged; blending into the shadows dark
of every mind, deceit will bear false whitness.
Like a slithering serpant ready to strike,
sliding up to the unexpectant, unguarded and defenceless.
Coveting the earth and all that that is contained within.
On an evil mission this angel now embark.
As lightning cuts down across the sky like a shining shooting star;
Satan is cast into the earthl fallen from his exalted place.
Beheld by the the Word’s omnipotent stare
the deceiver hides in prideful shame a now scarred face.
A silent host lets a two thirds gasp
as the defiant breaks through their loving barr.
The evening wind sends chills down spines
though not cold as their sins they need to hide.
A call once so sweet now cuts through the trees.
Layered lies attempt to conceal but weighs them to their knees.
Toppling over like a tower of pride all is now revealed
leaving not a stone unturned; nothing can be concealed.
Man, did you eat of what I have thee forbade?
Yes, but the woman You gave me plucked –and I ate.
The snake has been there to deceive me, she replies.
A curse upon you serpent to eat dust and on belly you’ll writhe.
With emnity between you and her and her seed likewise.
To bruise your head and you to bite his heel before your demise.
Woman you will be greatly multiplied,
but this will not come without a fight.
In great pain will every child be brought to life
and for your man you will long; to always be his wife.
You will submit to him as he submits to Me
reigning over you to My glory this will have to be.
Man, you heeded to the woman’s careless persuasion
and now you will suffer in labour througout all nation.
Through eviction of thorns and thistle you will sweat
until to dust you will return, just to eat your daily bread.
Leave this place; you have crops to grow.
You will now taste death, from here you have to go!
Man is sinful and I am sorely grieved.
Yet, I will make with him a covenant and lead him from deceit.
I will set My Word within his heart.
He will conquer the earth through this war he he’ll start.
Amongst him I will set up judges to rule,
but for earthly kings he will beg- Oh, what a fool!
Leading him into war and chaos; away from my loving arms;
killing every prophet bearing promise instead he’ll take up arms.
I will even send My Son as a sacrife for man’s sin.
Man will not know Him, but eternal life His word will bring.
First man will have to submit to me through captivity
before I can set him free from sin and grant longevity.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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