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Evidences

We do not see the Wind we only hear it sigh

 Treetops gently bend whene’er he passes by.

Don’t see Corona’s power we only hear the cry

And feel the sting of death whene’er, it passes by.

Don’t see our Fathers love nor hear his earnest plea:

Come turn your wayward heart that has forgotten me.

Looks down from realms on high to view a world of sin

Well knows the pain, the grief all unwise actions bring.

His children’s vain ambition, their selfishness and pride

Hearts that are cold as stone, wandered far from his side

Sends them stern reminders that to HIM alone are known.

Thus, shows his sovran Power, to call his Children home.

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A morning Prayer

Father in heaven I thank thee for the safety of the night

For this new Day just begun, the suns returning light.

Place in my heart a little song to follow me the whole day long

I thank thee for my Family, for Home and Friends so dear

A Country free from wars alarm, a life devoid of fear.

For Natures bounteous blessings so beautiful and rare

For all lives simple treasures that I may freely share.

Help me to shun all selfishness, all vanity, and pride

Within the mantle of thy love and mercy let me hide.

To the needs of others may my eyes not be blind

Freely share all thou hast given, joy in service find.

Knowing that each human Soul,

 Needs acts of love, to make them whole.

Should this day bring trials, be wearisome and long

Please help this childlike heart of mine be steadfast, firm and strong.

Believing that sometime, somewhere your love heals every wrong.

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The Road

The road, the straight and narrow

Christ cautioned all men to pursue.

This road, the straight and narrow,

He built for me and you

Build it for peace, for safety,

 When life seems dreary and long,

When Footsteps are weary and tired,

 The heart is devoid off all song,

   Take courage my Friends and know

 Each new morn dispels the dark night.

And the road “the straight and narrow”

Always leads us towards the light.

                                        For Christ has marked all the crossroads

Earned the right to show us the way

In silence is hoping, that you and I

Will return to our Father someday.

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Where

Where the gentle breezes of love do not blow

Only noxious, earth-rooted weeds will grow.

Where the glorious rays of hope are not found

Only sadness, despair and dejection abound,

Where there is no vision, there is no faith

The world is a dreary and lonesome place.

We read 

Clear are the words we read,

Come follow, follow me

Grand us the faith, the vision

Help us dear Lord to see

That through the whisperings

Of thei voice,

By acts of daily humble choice

We may become like thee.

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Our little Coved song

Its written on the rainbow in Letters made of Gold 

Written on the rainbow there’s wisdom to behold 

My friend the little Sparrow flue close enough to see 

Written on the rainbow is this philosophy. 

Chorus    

As you walk the streets you must take great care  

Mind the yellow lines that are everywhere   

When you leave the House, make this your task

Keep your distance, wear a Mask.

  

Had booked that trip to Europe, 

planned our stay in France

But Jetstar rang to tell us there simply was no chance   

Countries have closed their borders, grounded every plane 

Around the world the rich the poor are left out in the rain.

Chorus     

Now folks bake little cupcakes, read book and watch tv 

While others sit around and moan, unhappy as can be

Our Friend the little sparrow has wings to fly away 

You and I do well these days when in our homes we stay  

Chorus:

 By now you odd to get the message:

Just keep your distance wear that mask.

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Our Earth 

Dear Jesus see the Earth is tired, 

 Losing from her boundless treasures, 

Things we cannot replace again.

Mankind has plundered her for Gold,

                        Aimlessly taken, carelessly sold.                          

Her precious gifts of nature’s glory,

 With fearful hearts we tell her story,

Pollutions hide the azured sky,

 Her forests burn, her oceans cry.

Fish and bird no longer flourish

 In God’s given sphere.

In the waste of manmade rubbish,

 They just disappear.

Many a beast you once created,

 Has vanished from our side,

   Come back creator of the earth.

     Come back to make things whole once more.

Come back to set things right. 

Cover für mein neues Buch:

Gerd Skibbe, geboren 1930: Verfasser mehrerer Bücher wie „Konfession Mormone“, „Vom Fisch zum Kreuz“, „Fischerleben im Wandel der Zeit“, „Ordenspriester Dr. Jòse Carranza und sein Sohn“ Teil 1 und 2.
 

Nach jahrzehntelangem Studium der Werke anerkannter Geschichtsforscher resümiert Gerd Skibbe:

„Das war nicht die Geschichte des Christentums: Mit und nach dem 1. ökumenischen Konzil zu Nicäa, 325 n. Chr., verdrängten die Absichten Konstantins das echte Wesen des Christentums.“ Schon bald nach Nicäa, 380 n. Chr., verbot Kaiserberater Bischof Ambrosius von Mailand - man kann durchaus sagen, in echt „leninscher“ Manier -, mit dem von ihm zumindest gebilligten, wenn nicht initiierten, Staatsgesetzes „Cunctos populos“ jede andere Religion im Machtbereich des römischen Imperiums. An die Stelle des Lichtes Christi trat mit dem Konstantinismus Finsternis.  Frauen wie Hildegard von Bingen oder Teresa von Avila waren Lichtgestalten, die sich gegen den Trend zunehmender Veräußerlichung ihrer Religion stemmten. Es gab ihrer viele. Persönlichkeiten wie John Wycliffe, Jan Hus, Martin Luther oder Jan Jessenius - Rektor der Prager Karls-Universität – erhoben ihre Stimme gegen das vorherrschende Kirchentum. Kaiser Ferdinand II. nahm Rache an dem Mediziner höchsten Ranges, der schon als Student schrieb: „Das Volk hat einen Anspruch auf gerichtliches Vorgehen gegen Tyrannen.“ Jessenius wurde 1621 zu Prag enthauptet. Nie sollten die Mühen und die Gutwilligkeit von Helden der „anderen“ Seite in Vergessenheit geraten. Kardinal Melchior Klesl, Vater der Gegenreformation, wurde verhaftet und durch seine Kollegen entmachtet, nachdem er am Vorabend der großen Kämpfe des 30-jährigen Krieges als Kanzler und Berater Kaiser Matthias friedensstiftend wirkte. Mit dieser Broschüre bringe ich meine Hoffnung zum Ausdruck, dass Christen wünschen sollten, einander besser zu verstehen, auch indem sie aus dem Wissen um die Fehler der Alten den Schluss ziehen: Es geht um die Sache Christi, die Sache der Erlösung aus allen Unfreiheiten jedes Einzelnen. Ich freue mich, dass ich hinzulernen durfte, dass wir „göttlichen Geschlechts“ sind