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When we pray we just don’t talk to God on our own. It’s not just a forgive me and I’d like this or that, it’s so much more involved. I vision a prayer which describes how I look at it when I pray…

“Christ I stand and kneel to you and confess my sins that made you bleed for me. I want off this winding road! Let me walk with you… Overfill my cup and restore my soul.
Jesus be my mediator as we walk to the Father. Be my snow white umbrella, taint-less and clean so that I can see and talk to the Father? Christ said, “I became your snow white umbrella when I died for you and Aloud you to be in the presence of the Father…”
We approach the Father and He says, “who comes before me?”
Christ says, “One I saved by Your grace and he is our personal son, to Us.”
The Father then says, ” I have known you from before the foundation of the world and you are now White by your saviors blood, once and for all!”
I thank you Father for sending your Son who became the final sacrifice for me and for all the other saints. Help me live this life according to your will in the name of Jesus Christ Amen!
Then I wake from the prayer filled with the Holy Spirit with a chill!
Thank You YHWH!

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How can we answer the question, “Why do we believe in something  we say we do”?

Especially concerning religion and faith for two?

I’ve been examining my own self for a while now,

and some of the questions of why I believe in one thing of another.

To do this I had the idea of the foundation of a building and labeling this the first fact of why I believe.

And as the building rises, pieces and pieces come together to form a beautiful structure of an ugly building.

The beautiful structure is made by every piece being a fact, something that is true, and the ugly building which may have parts that look nice are full of anomalies or false, untrue anti-facts.

I believe all of us can answer right to some things yet, when it comes to your faith it becomes complicated without using ‘circular logic’ or false, obvious lies…

I could type out why I believe in Christianity but that would fill a book and it would be hard building up the structure.

And I think we should question why, and I encourage people to do the same thing and find out how many pieces are ugly based on hear and believe thinking. I pray everyone can find ultimate truth where their structure is built on all the things that are facts, but that would be very hard if not impossible. But build it up as great as possible and then faith comes into play…

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Constantine convened a council in Nicaea in A.D. 325

A creed reflecting the position of Alexander and Athanasius was written and signed by a majority of the bishops.

The two parties continued to battle each other and In A.D. 381  a second council met in Constantinople.

It adopted a revised and expanded form of the A.D. 325 creed, now known as the Nicene Creed.

The Holy Spirit proceeds not only from the Father, but from the Father and the Son

We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen. 

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one Being with the Father.
Through him all things were made.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven:
by the power of the Holy Spirit
he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary,
and was made man.
For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end. 

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
With the Father and the Son he is worshiped and glorified.
He has spoken through the Prophets.
We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
We look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come. Amen.

The year 600 from the book of Common Prayer

1. I believe in God the Father Almighty

2. And in Jesus Christ his only begotten Son, our Lord

3. Who was born of the Holy Ghost and Virgin Mary

4. And was crucified under Pontius Pilate, and was buried;

5. And the third day rose again from the dead.

6. Ascended into heaven, sitteth on the right hand of the Father;

7. Whence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead;

8. And in the Holy Ghost;

9. The Holy Church;

10. The remission of sins;

11. And the resurrection of the flesh, Amen

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Finally got all my poetry copyrighted by the US Library of Congress so I’m posting some of them for everyone to look at. Thank You!

Love of No End

The Heavens shook in tears,
When they lost her to this earth.
Have You God given up a great joy for me?
Into the comfort of my arms?
For the rivers of the world,
Could not contain the tears I have for her!
And the air of the sky could not sustain it,
Nor can anyones eyes keep it dry,
For only she can stop them!
And my true love for her,
Fire cannot char!
For love cannot burn.
Water cannot sink it,
For passion cannot drown.
The earth cannot shake it,
For love fazes not.
An hourglass of time cannot end it,
For my heart can never forget it!

© James Anthony Forro 2010

Boundry of Space and Love

Your hairs are strains glittering in the evening moonlight,
Your eyes are oceans under a vast sky of starlight.
The mountains tremble to your voice and the stars submit,
Your tears flood the heavens to your wishes I commit.
The mountains level  as your path requires passage,
With every breath my heart craves your undying passion.
The sky disowns its color to fill your hearts ocean,
Your very beauty serves me as a curing potion.
Your flaring eyes could flood the boundary of darkened space,
As I hold your frail heart, your perfect body I brace.
Your will is mine to the very end of endless time,
To abandon your heart; hell would be a worthy crime.
There is no sorrow less than your tears upon my soul,
And there is no wrong in how much love your pure heart stole.
A river could not count for the rage of love herein,
For an empty ocean is full within… You…

© James Anthony Forro 2010

Your

Your breath is the wind that carries my sails,
And your eyes guide my way when my hope fails.
Your love is the sun,
I blind from the light!
And your heart is the stars,
Under a lit night!
Your love is the shore,
that calls my heart near.
And your hands pull me under,
Within your care!
Your hair is like a rose,
Sweet and mild scent.
And your trancing lips speak,
As an angel sent!

© James Anthony Forro 2010

I Walk The Night

I walk through this dark night, under a clear vast sky…
And I question with greatness,
Why?
Why is it raining upon my skin?
Why do I feel It’s Crimson staining my heart, From within?
And I stumble back and fall upon wounded knees,
And pray…
Where is the Light of day,
Where I can see You and pray?
For there is no torch in this darkness to see!
And I beg you open my eyes,
Please!!
And I pray…
They say there is no Crimson stains!!
They say only a crazy vapor you see,
Only your imagination, creating such rains -
You must be insane!
And I say, Can’t you see my wrinkled, soaked skin?
Or sense my flood from within?
And the only response I get is…
Stop crying before I am mad!
Before your Curse in me begins!!

© James Anthony Forro 2010

Parasomnia War

I saw Demons,
And they saw me!
In my dreams, and throughout my life.
In this reality,
And in theirs…

I’ve scaled their molten mountains!
I’ve walked their sulfer plains!
I’d breath hells burning winds,
And crawled under the crimson skies!

I’ve seen them in hooden robes,
Standing next to my bedpost!
And I’ve seen their human likeness,
And their dragon like scales!

I saw their long sharp teeth,
And their curved narrow claws!
They would chace me endlessly,
Through any, which reality!

Once trapped me down,
And pealed my skin!

I screamed so loud, God save me now!
But Hell went on…

Do You test me Lord,
To build me strong?

To build my patience,
To know just from wrong?

Do You test my spirit,
Against the powers of dark?

Or is it just a game,
And I’m insane?

Yet I think unto the past,
And to my present future.
And You were there,
And so were they!

War is all I know,
In my Heart and in my Soul!

From day one on,
To this present toll!

My guilty worn out nature,
Against His given Christ like self!

Many times I’d wish You take me!
But I wake up to another morning…

Yet I pray,
Your will for me is great.
That my life is not vane,
Like a dried out lake!

But stand before You, in the end -
And hear You say,

You are righteous!
By Your Saviours Blood!

Come eat with Us,
From the Tree of Life!
Where there are no sorrows,
Nor tear,
Nor vice…

© James Anthony Forro 2010

Gemstone

An angel of passion, how far have you flown?
I see your heart as white, and your strength as stone.
In the midst of night – even your presence Shone!
My blind eyes glance open, I stand not alone.
But you I see,  as a dream – I am outshone!
Through the storm I prevail, to you my Gemstone!

© James Anthony Forro 2010

Memorie Snow

I traveled so far…
So far along the Sea.
So far alone.
So long to me.
But your memory, I see!!

Along the bank side cliffs.
Whenever the warm waters drift.
Within the cold winds grip,
Your memory is set adrift,
In me!

At night I curl in sand,
To sleep and see your hand.
I awake in trance,
To a dimming glow…
It is you my Snow!

I wish thy breath,
And a kiss from thee.
But as I reach,
You flee from me!

In tears I cry,
Awake and aware!
For every morn,
I find this despair!

And I always say, in Twilight Morn,
Goodbye my fading Snow…
Perhaps after this moments end
The sun will be as fake as so…
If not?
I ride still more,
In search for my Memorie Snow.
And when I find her I will say,

Take some wine,
And dine with me,
before this life is gone!
Kiss these lips,
That I have wished,
From long ago of thee.

© James Anthony Forro 2010

Fading Snow

I see every night, a fading light from above the hills.
It is you my Snow, getting farther from me.

And the sorrow gains with distance…

To a blinding heart-ache from my chest.
I can feel it so!
Growing greater and lost – from my Fading Snow…

Behold, my crimson eyes!
Behold, these thoughts,
These fears,
These dreams I hold!
For you will never see them
Nor never think, feel, nor breath them!
And for this, I cry!
For this, I die inside!
For this…
I wish you see.
My pain for thee, my fading Snow!

© James Anthony Forro 2010

For You, Snow

Your my morning glow!
And my heart you stole.
Back in the past,
In the days of old…

I craved your kiss,
An evening bliss!
I missed your lips,
So tender Sweet!
Under that special tree,
Where we would meet…

But no more now,
Yet I remember…

When we were young,
That one December.
We sled rode down,
A hill together.

But even then, I knew one thing.
That I would Love you,
Forever…

But yet again, I still remember.
Back in the woods,
Where we would kiss,
And hold each other close.

With leaves around us,
And trees above us.
We owned the forest floor!

And on one day, we made a pact.
You shed your blood,
And I with you.
You changed me red,
From the deepest blue!

And on the bus,
Our lips would touch,
Our tounges entwine -
That the French would whine!

You seared my heart closed!
In thoes days of old…

And on thoes steps,
When goodbye came.
I hugged you tight,
And smelled your sweet, golden hair!
And I whispered something special,
In your right ear.

And that was,
I Love You!

My precious Snow, I thought…
When we were young, I loved you so.
And when I left,
I craved your Soul!

Yet I think to the past,
And I remember.

When I was almost young,
I thought of you…
I held your picture close for months.
And my nightly tears melted you!

No more picture,
But a memory alive.
I died inside,
But you kept me breathing!

A prayer or two,
A tear or three -
I fell asleep dreaming,
Of thee…

I grew up fast, and all the women -
Just past.
But you somehow,
Were always with me.

In my dreams, my poetic screams -
In my belief of a fairytale!

But I grow old now,
But not with you!

I hope thee happy,
With whom thy be.
But ask you to remember,
My true love for thee.

My Snow!
My Memorie Snow…
My fairy tales broken!
And my heart is soaking!
Yet the clock is ticking,
And our destiny is limiting!

I know I’m not crazy,
True love is what raised me!

And when in heaven,
I will still love you!
And I pray endlessly for that day,
To tell you so…

Dedicated to the Snow of my past, she is gone and I moved on!

© James Anthony Forro 2010