i just heard this song on the radio


STING LYRICS

"They Dance Alone"

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone

Father, I ask You to bless Our Troops my friends, relatives
and those that I care deeply for, who are reading this right now.
Show them a new revelation of your love and power.

Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment.
Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy.

Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace.
Where there is need, I ask you to fulfill their needs.
Bless their homes, families, finances, their goings & their comings.

In Jesus' precious name. Amen.

Hi Vanessa,

Hope you had a great day!!

Love and Prayers for our troops...

Come home safe.

Lord God,


I thank you for life & a brand new day

a chance to Love & share Your Light

to other's along life's way

God Protect All of our Troops today...

help them individually & collectively

keep them in the paths of righteousness

guard their comings & goings

& let no weapon formed against them prosper


In Jesus Precious Name i Pray ...

by Your Stripes we are healed...

what was scarlet is now white as snow


In the name of all things bright and beautiful

i lift all this up in prayer & send good vibes

across the country and across the world for our Military


for peace and love to prevail...

that the leaders of this world collapse to their knees

in reverence of you Lord, & in shame for their greed

and let them beg Your forgiveness for their evil plans

& make peace with all countries throughout our lands

and that everyone ~ everywhere will lay down their weapons

and start giving each other flowers once again , instead

Hi there Sherry...


good day to you Sister...


nice speaking with you on the phone the other day

God bless you & thanks so much for your prayers


and love of our Military ..

..God Bless Them everyone

hey nessa hun


just saw this vid on youtube a dedication to the men and women from the armed forces thought you might like to see it


http://youtube.com/watch?v=WPatV7ZwhaY

God Bless our troops and their families....

And God Bless Vanessa for finding all the great poems and quotes to put on this thread...

Oh, dear Sherry,


you are so amazingly sweet and kind...


thank you so much


for all your endless love prayers & support


it makes me so happy to see the love from you folks

and it makes me cry , too,

at how awesome & beautiful you all are

Our soldiers


One by one
They are going down

Fighting as brave soldiers
In a war they did not ask for

Defending there country
Young and old

Side by side
One by one
They die

A war
A war nobody even asked for

But still it is raging
Why?

No answers for the asking
They keep us in the dark

Oil is the main reason
For this treason

But nobody will admit it

Serenity Fay

A Miracle for Our Strong Determined Troops

By: S. M. Grenon

"Messages of Hopes and Miracles For Our Troops"


As I finished writing my review,
my muse brought this through

I wish to send a spiritual miracle
to all the troop families
for their grieving and receiving
as my wish is place upon a shooting star
to be given to those near and far

May their hearts
stand tall and strong
knowing their loved ones
fought hard
through all the terrifying windfalls

Then as I send out my wishes
may it be granted
that all will suspend
their fighting knowledge
they were once given

For as they do
a miracle is being sent to you

This is my miracle wish
I must persist
to send out my energy
their way
knowing they will receive them
without delay
on this special magic miracle day.

Morning Vanessa,

God bless the soldiers and their families... Pray for your safe return...

Good afternoon, Sherry




AMEN


I pray that Our Beloved Troops


come home safely & soon...




May God Bless & Enlighten Everyone today!!!

God Bless our troops.... come home safe...

My son comes home in a little over a month!!! I can't wait...too much going on where he is right now. It's all very worrisome. Thanks to everyone for there prayers and support of our military personnel!!

Yayyyyyyy!!!!!!


I am so happy to hear that your son is coming home soon


Praise the Lord...


I will continue to keep him in my prayers...

Good Morning Family & Friends...


Top of the morning noon & night to You all..


Prayers, Blessings, lots of Love,

Deep Respect & Great Admiration

to the Awesome Men & Women...

our Families & our Friends...

who also are our Courageous Troops


Who place themselves in harm's way


to protect our Nation & Freedom


to protect & cover all of our lives


every moment of every day & night



THANK YOU TROOPS

http://passionateworship.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-weapon-formed-against-me-shall.html


Ponderings from the Path

Ponderings from the Path is a piece of my documented journey
in understanding the Lord Jesus Christ and my identity in Him.
These are my thoughts and experiences as well as the truths
and revelations I have received as I seek to follow the Lord.
By sharing them,
I hope to encourage and uplift others as well as strengthen others' faith in, hope in, & love for the Lord Jesus by always
sharing His faithfulness, love, & salvation in my life.

Jerri Phillips
9/19/2007
No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper

Do you know we are in a war? Seriously.

I’m not asking if you know there is a good and evil.
I’m not asking if you believe in Heaven and Hell.
I’m asking if you know there is an enemy whose desire is nothing less than your destruction and eternal damnation.

The Bible says the enemy goes about like a roaring lion
seeking whom he may devour. It also says his character,
the very thing that drives him, is the desire to kill,
steal, and destroy.
I think most of us do not realize the ravenous appetite
of destruction that drives the enemy.
I think we underestimate his hatred.
I think we underestimate his cunning.
I think we underestimate his willingness to use anything
as a weapon against us,
including those we love and who love us most.

This is not the stuff of childhood nightmares. This is real, and you better believe you are a target for the enemy’s rage.

Now, let me ask you this:
Do you know there is a God who has power over this enemy?

Do you know that the greatest weapon the enemy has is death, and it was defeated 2000 years ago when a stone moved
and Jesus walked out of a tomb
after laying there dead three days?
Do you know the same power that caused that heart to pump
and that blood to flow after laying there cold and stiff
for three days lives in you?
Are you aware that the authority
that allowed Christ to speak to the sick in body and mind
and give healing has been given to you
as His ambassador in this world?
Do you know as a child of God reigning with Christ
you have the same authorities over demons that Christ did?

And do you know that the very God
who released the power to raise Christ from the dead
and was the Father Christ looked to as an example
of everything He said and did
has declared that no weapon formed against you shall prosper?


Do you understand that whatever the enemy throws at you
God has already prepared victory for you?
Let me put it this way:

NO WEAPON—NO PLAN OF THE ENEMY TO KILL,
STEAL, OR DESTROY THE POWER OF LIFE
THAT RESIDES WITHIN YOU
AS A CHILD OF GOD—WILL PROSPER.

That is a promise from the book of Isaiah. If you believe Christ truly died to forgive your sins, you can have just as much faith that no weapon formed against you shall prosper.

Let me rephrase that. I, Jerri, know that my God sent His Son to die on a cross for me because He is the Giver of Life, and when I accepted Jesus into my heart, the Lord poured Life into
it, and there is nothing the enemy can throw at me that will prosper or succeed against that Life. Jesus is my Way, my Truth, and my Life, and the enemy cannot destroy, steal, or kill that. My Jesus is rock solid, and Life reigns in me.

I bring this up because I’ve been seeing new weapons, and they caught me off guard. Praise the Lord for the Holy Spirit who leads me into all truth, reveals the plans of the enemy, and reminds me of my True identity. If it weren’t for Him, I’d be hiding in a hole right now, and I don’t know when I would come out. However, because God is faithful to reveal the Truth and set us free from any condemnation or shame that the enemy tries to heap on us, I can write you about the weapons used, why they can be effective, and why they won’t prosper.

The first new weapon hit me broadside yesterday morning.
We had spent a few days at the beach and were enjoying our last morning in the sun when the enemy whispered, “You only make this trip once a year. You only have three to five more years when the children are going to want to do this. In fact, you probably have less because once they get close to their teens they won’t want to build castles, dig holes, and boogey board like they do now. All these sweet things you love to do will just be memories. Just think about it. Maybe a total of 24-30 more hours of this kind of joy with your children. That’s hardly more than a day. You have less than two days total of this kind of fun left before your children don’t care anymore, and it’s all in the past.”

Now, you are probably thinking, “Jer, that’s crazy. That is just gloom and doom and misery…Jer, it takes effort to be that dark.” If you are, YOU’RE RIGHT!!! It does, and that should be the first sign these are not my thoughts!

When those thoughts came to me, I was standing hip deep in some chilly water letting waves splash by me so my children could laugh and crash (if you have a boy, you know) on their boogey boards. I was laughing and loving the time with my family. My thoughts were, “Wow, God, you’ve done an incredible job of healing me so that I can stand out here and do nothing but watch them play while I fight shifting sand under my feet and absolutely love it. I love being with my children, and I love how much I enjoy them. You are amazing, and I thank you for giving my life to me. This is beyond anything I thought would ever happen.” I'm glorying in the healing and restoration of my heart and family when suddenly, it’s gloom, despair, and agony on me.

My thoughts were joy, gratitude, and life. Those thoughts that suddenly assailed me were death. Those were not my thoughts. Those thoughts were a weapon the enemy was using to destroy my joy and the life the Lord had given me in my spirit and heart.

At first, sadness washed over me. Then I thought, “I’ve wasted so much time. I’ve been so broken for so long, and I wasted so much time. I’ll never get it back, and now time is so short, and I don’t know if I can make a difference, and what if I have done so much damage I can’t fix it? What if the children really don’t want to be around me when they are older? I’ve squandered the time, and it’s gone.”

Again, those are NOT MY THOUGHTS. My thoughts were all about what God had done and is doing. My thoughts focused on God’s restoration and healing. My thoughts were focused on hope and a future. My thoughts were looking forward with excitement. How can thoughts change so quickly? BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT MINE!

Those thoughts were well targeted emotional missiles that were sent to bring me down mentally and spiritually. Those thoughts were sent to destroy my hope, steal my joy, and kill my faith. Those thoughts were death-based. Know how I know? Look at the focus. My past actions. My past brokenness. What was missing. My inability to fix things. Hopelessness. Damage and wounding in me and by me. Fear. Shame. Condemnation.

What might have looked like simple “negative thoughts” were actually weapons designed to exploit areas where the enemy had been successful at pulling me down in the past.

I admit when they first hit I was sent reeling for a moment. Then the Spirit said something simple, “No weapon formed against you shall prosper.” FREEDOM! I did not have to stay in that emotional mire any longer, and instead of expending a bunch of energy to “overcome”, I simply said, “Yeah, your right. The Lord already handled that.” When my emotions didn’t line up, I prayed, “Lord, the enemy threw death at me. I know it is a lie. I want to enjoy the Life you gave me. Please restore to me the joy I had before.” And He did.

Now, as you know, the enemy does not get rebuffed once and go home with his tail between his legs. He has to see if he can wear us down, and I had to declare several times that no weapon formed against me would prosper. I even said aloud, “I will not choose death. I choose Life, and I choose the joy the Lord has provided. I am bound to God and His heart for me, and I will walk in nothing less.” Sometimes I had to confess mentally wandering down the “someday” road, which is another weapon. God says to pray for today’s bread because anything beyond that is His domain, and we don’t need to be worrying about His domain. "Someday" only makes us anxious wondering if we are doing enough today. I had to confess entertaining the thoughts (i.e. playing with the enemy's missiles as though they were harmless toys) and ask forgiveness and get back in agreement with the Lord. He is faithful to forgive and restore, and we were back on track.

I have to confess that I was feeling pretty good about my victory when I went to bed last night. I had heard the Spirit. I had walked in the Spirit. I had taken thoughts captive. I had stood in my identity in the Lord. I won, and really, it wasn’t that hard, and I was sort of excited that the old weapons weren’t working so the enemy had to try something new. To me that meant I was growing, and that was exciting.

Then came this morning.

The enemy didn’t come with a weapon. He came with an entire platoon. I’ve been overcoming an impacted sinus infection for a week. The medicines I’m on are attacking the infection and allowing the gunk to drain but have the effects of legalized Speed. I have been sleeping 3-5 hours each night, and that has been in increments. Today the stuff in my head is really breaking up and draining, so my ears ache. My throat is sore. I am nauseated and dizzy, and the room spins a lot. Between the fatigue and the meds, to say my thinking is fuzzy would be an understatement. To say my temperament was lagging also would be an understatement.

Unfortunately, I thought too highly of my spiritual victories, and after overreacting to a few things, I decided the family was better off with my trying to get less done, so I tried to find a place where I was accessible but not obstructive.

At one point, I was just sitting trying to read and keep the information in my brain long enough to remember the last statement my eyes had followed when Anna asked, “So, Mom, how is your day going?”

“I’m having a great day.”

Anna sighed and said, “I’m sorry, Mom. I just had an ugly thought, and I’m sorry. I just thought, ‘Please don’t say you’re stressed like you always do.’”

This is what happened in the next few seconds:

I looked at my beautiful daughter who was clearly second guessing the wisdom in her confession.

The Holy Spirit said, “No weapon formed against you shall prosper.”

The enemy said, “See, you are such a crappy mom. Your daughter is afraid for you to talk to her. She is afraid to even ask how your day is. Do you see what you’ve done? You’ve taught your children to dread asking how you are. Their hearts are hard against you, and you know all the ways they’ll try to find love and acceptance and someone who won’t be stressed. You’ve condemned them to a life of seeking what you failed to give them, and they’ll look in all the wrong places. They are wounded, and it’s all your fault. You are just like your dad, and they’ll be just like you.”

My spirit rose up and raised my sword and shield and looked the enemy in the eye and said, “I have a new name, and I won’t walk in your shame and condemnation any more. I will glory in the healing and deliverance of my God.”

I said calmly to Anna, “Anna, have I answered that way lately? Have I been stressed lately?” She shook her head. I continued, “Anna, I used to be that way, but just like God is doing a work in you, He is doing a work in me, too, and I am not the high strung person I used to be, and I’m not stressed. I need to go to bed and get well, but I’m not stressed. I’m blessed, and I am thankful to be your mom.”

Now, I could go on for a few pages and tell you the truths of my past. I was high strung. I was so busy trying to be the perfect mom and perfect wife and perfect person that I didn’t enjoy any of it, but the Lord has set me free from that. I enjoy being a mom. I enjoy being a wife. I’m excited about who I am and what my life has in it. I’m excited about where I am going. Yes, time passed while I was broken, but God holds time in His hand, and He can do what He needs to with it. The enemy tries to steal the Life the Lord has planned for us and placed in us, but no weapon—not past brokenness, not today’s illness—will prosper against the purposes of the Lord in my life or the lives of my children.

I love how the Amplified puts it:
17 But no weapon that is formed against you shall prosper,
and every tongue that shall rise against you in judgment
you shall show to be in the wrong.
This [peace, righteousness, security,
triumph over opposition] is the heritage
of the servants of the Lord
[those in whom the ideal Servant of the Lord is reproduced];
this is the righteousness or the vindication
which they obtain from Me
[this is that which I impart to them
as their justification], says the Lord. – Isaiah 54

Every tongue that rises against me in judgment.
The tongue of the Accuser.
The tongues spewing half-truths
or misinterpreted information.
Any tongue that wants to steal, kill,
or destroy the Truth about me or in me.

This peace, security, and triumph over opposition
is my heritage because I responded to God’s love
by acknowledging Christ as my Savior,
and Christ is being replicated in me.
Everything He had and was,
is being replicated in me.

And all of this is a gift from my Heavenly Father.
It is His work and His impartation.
He has declared it to be so, and therefore it is.

And so, I am going to bed having battled through the day,

knowing the enemy will be ready to attack again tomorrow.

The weapons will look different,
and I might take some hits, but despite knowing that,
I am so peaceful because I know my God.

I know His character. I know His promises,

and I know no weapon formed against me will prosper.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLlDOOVZ1HQ



Harvey Andrews -

The British Soldier

In a station in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again

Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade

Then came the call for Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name the blind against the blind

The soldier stood between them between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin

The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun

A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging their children crying from the bomb upon the floor

The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet

Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here

The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well

He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone

A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
There was no time to cry or shout there was no time to moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones

The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel song
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong

And will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend