MY SISTER KATHY'S ARTWORK VIDEO MADE BY BEAR

          My Sister Kathy's Artwork video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjJbIl3AzI4

                        My dear sister Kathy's amazing art work as done to some great classic music. It's so peaceful and beautiful...............I hope you love it as much as we do. The video work was done by Bear, Kathy's nephew who did a wonderful job on it.  enjoy!!!

LINDA AND J.T. MAKE A HIT RECORD VIDEO BY ME

J.T. and Linda make a hit record

by Voo

song by J.T. and Linda (SpiritSong)

A THOUSAND KNIVES

A Thousand Knives

Beyond darkness,

Unforgiveness shouts

Like a thousand knives

Forgetfulness, 

Soiled beneath memories,

Creaking, lying………

I feel terror,

Torment,

Loneliness,

My lover

Is an angry mob.

©by Voo

June 28, 2011

10:10 p.m.

HANDS OF FIRE

Hands of Fire 

I took the fire in my hands

Blew upon the blaze,

Clasped it to my hungry heart

And upwards I did gaze.

My mind was full of worry

My soul was full of woe,

My body was a tired thing

That did not want to go.

But down within, my spirit man

Stood up and said goodbye,

Waved farewell to the slaves of hell

And every scheme and lie.

They didn’t want to let go

They screamed their angry screams,

They threatened to make nightmares

Out of all my dreams.

And though their threats were frightening

And my flesh fought hard to flee,

I didn’t let them see my fear

Or weakness within me.

I turned not to the right or left

I kept my face like flint,

I felt the fire consume me

Though I was not burned or bent.

The devils howled in terror

The demons crawled away,

But the fire they feared, that holy fire

Refined me there that day.

My flesh began to crumble

My soul sought to submit,

My spirit grew to ten feet tall

And my mind was awed by it.

No more a faithless, worthless worm

No more a dirty rag,

My inner man, the eternal me

Stepped out of that worn bag.

And as I stood and watched it die

My mouth began to praise,

My eyes began to see the plan

Designed in ancient days.

And all my soul was quieted

And all my heart was healed,

And all the false things in my life

Fell off and became real.

I burned and burned as I drank deep

Of the new wine in the cup,

I burned when I ate of the bread

And I did not burn up.

I walked the world in flames of fire

That shot out of my eyes,

My heart, a wounded thing made whole

That heard the whole world’s cries.

And even now, as I write this

I must, of God, inquire,

How can I hold this paper here

When my hands are on fire?

I long to lay them on the heads

Of lost and dying men,

To show them hope in hopelessness

And make them live again.

I want to im-part what I’ve learned

To unbelieving fools,

Share with them the joys of life

Equip them with new tools.

I need to take them to the well

And bid them to drink deep,

Break their chains of dark despair

And give them keys to keep.

I desire to give this holy fire

That burns now higher still,

To man and woman, boy and girl

And whosoever will.

I’d give my life for others

If others my life could save,

I’d pull them out with my own hands

From the coldness of the grave.

This fire that’s shut up in my bones

Bids me to preach and teach,

This fire in my heart and hands

Bids me to seek and reach.

I yearn to touch the untouchables

And make them clean and new,

Watch the dross burn out of the gold

May I share this fire with you?

©by Voo Shining Stone

EVIL LAUGHS WHILE HOLINESS CRIES

Evil Laughs While Holiness Cries

What is this thing that turns the heart?

That makes the brightest eyes go dark?

That steals the innocence out of the soul

And makes the wealth of the world it's goal?

What is this rot that creeps in the garden?

That demands a life sacrifice and never gives pardon?

That uglies the beauty and disdains the sweet

While craving the worship and kissing of feet?

What is this wretched, wretched woe

That spreads it's death every where it can go?

That laughs in delight when a soldier falls dead

And howls at the nightmares that live in the head?

It is evil, pure evil, the bane of mankind

The destitute, driven, despairing and blind

Power of darkness, and Lucifer's ploy

To rid all the planet of it's solace and joy.

And while it laughs in the face of the dying

Holding onto the rope that it's ever untying

There is holiness here that is watching with eyes

And while evil is laughing, that holiness cries.

Cries to the Heavens for mercy and grace

For tears to be wiped from each sad human face

Cries for the homeless, the poor and the lame

Weeps for the wounded, the lost and un-named.

Holiness living and breathing in men

Who've turned from the evil and seduction of sin

Holiness falling from the Heavens like rain

To revive us and make us into His image again.

Holiness from God, that invisible thing

That flows from His throne and His unending spring

To the hearts of the people that from evil have run

To the arms ever outstretched and the love of His Son.

That holiness bids us to righteously live

And flee from the foolishness that evil will give

To reach out in mercy and touch in His name

To give Him the glory and evil the blame.

For that evilness came from a realm so dark

It killed all the love in Lucifer's heart

It turned his soul into stone and to pride

And all of his beauty and blessedness died.

And in God's face, he shook his fists

And his musical voice became a hiss

As he watched his pure light begin to flicker and dim

He laughed, "I'll take all of His beloved from Him."

And from that day, in evil's grasp

He's turned bright futures to blighted pasts

And men that love that hated lie

Have laughed with him even as they die.

But holy tears and holy cries

Can break through barriers to Heaven's skies,

Dispatch the minions that evil sends

And reach the cold, dead hearts of men.

For holiness is of the Father most High

The power and presence that no mortal can buy

But His Spirit gives freely of that presence and power

To the forgiven, made righteous, in the Earth's darkest hour.

We do not laugh now, our heads are bowed

We've been so humbled, we've appeared so cowed

We've hidden ourselves from the world and it's pride

While evil was laughing and holiness cried.

But one sweet day, the tide will turn

And the realm of darkness will blaze up and burn

And all that laughed then will be mourning, condemned

But holiness still, will be crying for them.

©by Voo

Feb 22, 2014

10:35 p.m.