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ODE TO SAINT JOSEPH
ODE TO SAINT JOSEPH
Joseph, humble, silent vase of splendor and abundant grace protector, defender of our Lord as a strong and flaming sword
Joseph, most just, most pure what no man could ever ensure guardian of the holy house stronghold of your Holy Spouse
Joseph, treasurer of the Heavenly King for Whom the angels in adoration sing so underestimated in the world's eyes with whom you never did compromise
Joseph, without titles behind your name you never sought perishable fame you were an honest simple worker envied and attacked by the evil lurker
Joseph, example of husband and father you never thought of yourself, but rather in obedience to God, with love and humility you shouldered the caring responsibility
Joseph, assist us in our daily tasks never forsake us nor the one who asks to be non-judgmental and steadfast to obtain those virtues of yours at last.
Rita Biesemans March 19, 2011
16-03-2015 om 21:54
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26-09-2014
What Would Jesus Do
W W J D
JESUS, IM COMING TO SEE YOU !
IMPOSSIBLE CHILD, IM BUSY
I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO
AND YOU ARE FAR TOO TIZZY
Lord that doesnt sound like you !
Of course not, child, Im imitating
the behavior of members of my crew
it bothers Me its very irritating
Lord its urgent Im in dire strait !
and I am in a meeting, child
the only thing for you is to wait
Just keep on trying He then smiled
BTW you didnt give Church tithing
my representatives are really upset
Why ? oh Lord Im barely surviving
my job is gone, Im in a lot of debt
Your pastors, Lord, nowadays
are consumed by worldly matters
they put the needy in the sick bays
far away avoiding nasty scatters
I know all to well whats going on
the day is close in justice I will come
then theyll long for times foregone
Wanting it or not, they will succumb
Jesus You never needed a steeple
Your word is not bound to a temple
You preached in front of the people
Youve always been a living example
My child, just come to Me day or night
I love you, Im always there for you
your future kiddy will be ever so bright
pray for My pastors, only a few do
I will never forsake you, My loved devotee
I see everything, I know everything
remember nothing is impossible for Me
I give you my Royal Heavenly Blessing
Jesus, I offer you my pains and mishaps for the Church
Rita Biesemans, September 18 2014
26-09-2014 om 17:08
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07-08-2014
POEM : THE WORLD ON HIS SICKBED
THE WORLD ON HIS SICKBED
This world is so sick since it removed the brick the cornerstone, the pillar and became the GOD killer
The only healing medication is not a vaccination but a remorseful return if not, this world will burn
When plagues afflict us we act like a wuss We freak out about Ebola try some Granola
a worse disease is rampant it comes to us very lambent its the disease of immorality of lawlessness and bestiality
God, the infinitely Merciful and Just keep challenging Him, Hell combust who do we mortals think we are a new sparkle shining Dog Star ?
We beg of You, Our Lord and Savior bring a halt to the worlds barbaric behavior As Your loyal followers, to You we cry out help us even if You have to use a knout
2 Peter 3:10 But the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything done in it will be laid bare.
Rita Biesemans August 6 2014 Feast of TRANSFIGURATION
07-08-2014 om 02:32
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03-08-2014
POEM : JESUS IS GOD, GOD IS LOVE
JESUS IS GOD, GOD IS LOVE
LOVE has been everything but loved
In this world He persistently is being shoved
His very own creatures brush Him aside
so do many apostles of His Bride
He is being betrayed over and over
being scourged even by the Herds drover
Gethsemanes blood sweating anxiety
does not even bring us back to piety
My Jesus, You suffered for us, for me
the most terrible, bitterest agony
to reopen the Gate of Your Kingdom
which for us still is an unearned income
My children, offer Me all your worries
calm down, get rid of all your flurries
leave the world for what hes worth
give your soul a new virgin birth
Come sit with Me in the Silence of My Home
let go, escape from this worlds pressure dome
know that I am the most Lonely Daddy
I wait for you My children, are you ready ?
Father, may Thy Kingdom come SOON on earth as it is in Heaven
Rita Biesemans, August 2 2014
03-08-2014 om 16:27
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31-07-2014
POEM : SWAN SONG FOR "MOTHER" EARTH
SWAN SONG FOR MOTHER EARTH
In this world so full of pride its all about ME, set God aside the pressure is on to collect fancy titles forcing others to listen to our recitals
Man wants to live in his own perception twirling in a pool of vile deception following the voice of the great deceiver acting as satans true believer
How can there be any peace how can the worlds fire cease if we see ourselves as the center of the earth which we cover with blood and dearth
Weve lost the sense of right and wrong we can as well sing our swan song and we dare to call her MOTHER while its her we try to smother
Mother earth is taking revenge she shows her face as an avalanche how can you do this to us we ask well simple, you didnt fulfill your task
In maltreating her, we defy our Creator He placed us here to be her curator but even in the Garden we didnt behave and chose to become satans slave.
The Father begs us to open our eyes to turn back to Him and be wise if not, the dice will be cast die will the dead hand of the past.
No greater blind than he who does not want to see No greater deaf than he who does not want to hear
Rita Biesemans, July 31 2014
31-07-2014 om 22:13
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29-07-2014
EUCHARISTISCHE AANBIDDING
BIJ JEZUS IN HET TABERNAKEL
In de stilte kom ik U beminnen enkel onze zielen luisteren heel zachtjes hoor ik U vanbinnen geen spreken is't, veeleer een fluisteren
Wanneer Uw Godheid mijn ziele raakt wil zij de vlucht naar boven zij kan nog niet, zij is nog naakt louter z'in Uw Liefdesoven
Wanneer ik klein en nietig ben wendt Gij Uw Aangezicht naar mij dan weet ik Heer dat ik U ken dan voel ik U nabij
Ik sluit mijn ogen, hoor Uw Stem 'k durf U bijna niet aan te kijken, "ik ben niet waardig" zeg ik Hem "van zoveel liefdeblijken"
Ik vraag niet langer meer naar het hoe en het waarom omdat ik zeker ben, O Heer dat Gij rechttrekt wat was krom !
Rita Biesemans 19 November 1986 Feest van Sint Elisabeth
29-07-2014 om 02:28
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29-06-2014
OUR HEAVENLY FATHER
O U R H E A V E N L Y F A T H E R
Father, were begging You for help
watch us, like a lions whelp
trying hard to persevere
thru the cracks in our veneer
Is there anything to fear
with a Father ever so near
a Father Who is Almighty
sounds good ! Alrighty !
All is safe in Your hands
You have no contrabands
Your gifts are so precious
receiving them, our soul refreshes
You are our Fortress, our Stronghold
King, Commander of our household
our Defender in the spiritual battle
to escape satans poisonous rattle
With You we will be victorious
though the battle be very laborious
triumphant banners we already wave
with You on our side, we are ever so brave
Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done !!!
Rita Biesemans, June 28 2014
29-06-2014 om 03:23
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27-06-2014
poem : THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS
THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS
In You, My Jesus, I confide
to guide me thru this spiritual test
enough, enough is that I cried
help my mind and spirit rest
King David said that every breath
every heartbeat in our chest
even the very moment of our death
is defined by You, NOT second-guessed
Child, what good is it to weep and cry
Im waiting for you, dont you see
your tears hurt Me, I cant deny
come to Me, go on a loving spree
Feel the beating of My Heart
it beats with love for you
dont leave Me, dont depart
its too early to say adieu
You and your dearly beloveds
are under My Divine protection
I am the One Who longs for and covets
your love, keep walking in My direction
I love You so much my Jesus, my Master
I dont want to pierce Your Heart
if I ever face that disaster
touch me with Your Heavenly Dart
Rita Biesemans, June 27 2014
The Feast Day of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus
27-06-2014 om 10:27
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26-06-2014
DARKNESS COVERS THE ABYSS
DARKNESS COVERS THE ABYSS
In a world so full of darkness
hearts transform into harshness
mouths are hurling insults
living the Me, Me, Me, cults
A brother killing his brother
a daughter killing her mother
kids who choose rather
than to obey, to kill the father
a world drenched in the occult
and in God refuses to exult
has chosen its own direction
thus asking for Your correction
As in the times of Noah, we are in the days
You spoke of in so many different ways
we live in the end of time as we know it
in which finally Thy Kingdom will be legit
Please Lord, let Your Light
more than ever be so bright
let it shine upon each faithful son
to achieve the victory already won
Jesus will triumph in the final victory over the devil
Rita Biesemans June 19 2014
26-06-2014 om 03:24
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19-05-2014
POEM : GOD'S GIFT TO HIS LITTLE CHILD
GODS GIFT TO HIS LITTLE CHILD : The Best
Daughter-in-Law I Could Ever Dream Of
Thank You Jesus for the gift
of the one who gives me a lift
when my soul needs uplifting
she provides the free gifting
She is my sister-soul mate
she makes my storm abate
I can see in her my mother
though this I try to smother
She went thru lots and lots in life
which made her the perfect wife
for my so dearly beloved son
whos heart she easily won
She trusts Our Heavenly Father
so much so that she would rather
give her life then turn her back
on Him, living in His right track
She brings Gods Light in darkness
He gave her a great inner starkness
thats how God had her designed
our souls are getting intertwined
What would I be without her
my life would pass in a blur
I love you so much, my Luz
you help me carry His Cruz
Thank You Jesus for my family we belong to You and only You
Rita Biesemans, May 17 2014
19-05-2014 om 06:04
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14-05-2014
THE PRESENT SODOM AND GOMORRAH
THE PRESENT SODOM AND GOMORRAH
Though I am the Light
you walk in the darkness
Though I am the Might
you follow the barkless
Though I am the Truth
you prefer the liers booth
Though I am the Way
you say its ok to be gay
Though I am the Life
you choose eternal death
Where weeping and gnashing is rife
and for sure there wont be any Meth
Oh you stubborn generation
stop this horrific aberration
You keep flirting with the seducer
so dont blame Me, blame the abuser
Though I am the utter Merciful
Im also the eternal Just
Your behavior is extremely hurtful
My patience you finally bust.
Wake up and smell the coffee or it will be too late.
Lord, please, hasten Your Coming!
Rita Biesemans, May 13 2014
14-05-2014 om 20:51
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13-05-2014
FATIMA, Hoop van de wereld, Apocalyptisch Vizioen
FATIMA, Hoop van de wereld,
Apocalyptisch vizioen
O Vrouwe, bekleed met de zon
de maan onder Uw voeten
Gij in wie ons Heil begon
O Maria, Naam zo zoete
O Hart zo vol van smarten
vernietig onze eigenwaan
vernieuw Gij nu onze harten
O Poorte om tot God te gaan
O Lieve Moeder, zuivere Maagd
zegen ons Uw kinderen
te vaak zijn wij door hem belaagd
O kom satan's macht verminderen
Doe ons zingen een nieuw lied
van eenheid en van vrede
Uw triomf Maria, in 't verschiet
vervullen wij Uw bede
Rita Biesemans, 13 Mei 1987
13-05-2014 om 06:02
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12-05-2014
13 Mei 1st Verschijning van O.L.Vrouw in Fatima
Fatima, Hope of the world, Apocalyptic Vision
O Woman, clothed with the sun
the moon under Your feet
You, in Whom Salvation begun
O Mary, Mary name so sweet
O heart so full of smarts
come defeat our self-conceits
renew our ungrateful hearts
O Gateway that to Jesus leads
O dearest Mother, Virgin pure
upon your children blessings shower
against the devil most effective cure
O come to annihilate satan's power
O sing with us a whole new song
of Unity and Godly Peace
Awaiting your Triumph all along
O help us fulfill the Heavenly pleas
Rita Biesemans, at Fatima May 13 1987
12-05-2014 om 20:23
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25-04-2014
POEM : JESUS I TRUST IN YOU
JESUS, I TRUST IN YOU
I say Jesus, I trust in You while Im dragging my cross as a lonely wandering Jew following my Celestial Boss
I vowed for better or for worse to take it to the letter as a NO nonsense verse
My child, look at the flower look at the sparrow do they have to shower do they have to sow ?
Learn what it really means to trust its easier to say than to do am I not the Eternal Just ? then walk in MY field of view
I feel for you, My daughter why would you not trust Me come drink of My Salvation Water I wait for you at the Olive Tree
I know how it feels to be treated like scum come, run head over heels away from the evil one, dont succumb
surrender your hurting emotion to Me, to My Merciful Heart let it span My Pacific Ocean I want to see you dart
You and your loved ones are mine even before you were born let your arms about Me entwine trust in Me and you wont be torn.
You have a place in your Fathers Heart, My children, trust Me, accept the Yoke of Heaven, unite your will to that of Mine. I will NEVER abandon you, My children. Rita Biesemans, written April 26 2014 Our lady of Good Counsel
25-04-2014 om 08:09
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
19-04-2014
POEM : HATRED KILLED THE SON OF GOD
HATRED KILLED THE SON OF GOD
God Himself came into this world
to share the life of us, His creatures
the scroll of the Lord got unfurled
He showed us His heavenly features
But we treated Him so hateful
so arrogant and so defiant
with a behavior so ungrateful
refusing to be anything but compliant
Although he came to save us
from the gates and fires of Hell
we scourged Him calling Him a cuss
we crucified Him and said farewell
Though we dont deserve Your compassion
Your Love and Mercy overcomes it all
You keep acting in a persevering fashion
to have us perform well over the long haul
Thank You Jesus for saving us and setting us free from the bondage of satan and the fires of Hell.
I realize all too well that its up to us to accept or reject this freedom by accepting or rejecting You.
I love You Jesus, dont let me ever go astray.
Rita Biesemans, Good Friday April 18 2014
19-04-2014 om 05:31
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18-04-2014
POEM : ELI ELI LAMA SABACHTANI
ELI ELI LAMA SABACHTANI
Eli Eli lama sabachtani ! Is that what you think, My child ? calm down, trust Me, don't be riled I am always at your side, don't forget, also for you I died. The world makes a lot of noise those who don't follow, it gladly destroys. I work in silence to open the doors I will provide you the perfect oars to steer your boat in My direction which will request a lot of circumspection. For you I don't set exorbitant expectations nor turn away when I see your frustrations I never promised you life would be easy more often than not it can be very cheesy. Stay with Me, My child, don't ever leave Me I hold you tight each time you want to flee you are so much Mine, I need you, I need you when it's difficult I pull you through. I promised you the victory which presently might seem contradictory but know My child that GOD NEVER LIES the way I will act will be a surprise. Come rest at My Heart while My Love is mounting and every hair on your head I have been counting. Walk in My footsteps it's your only security to continue your life in innocence and purity. This world is heading for total destruction 'cause it surrendered to the evil one's seduction. Offer Me all your doubts and hardships and I will turn them into Divine Worships. I wait for you, My daughter to refresh your soul with My Salvation Water.
Your Jesus, Your Lord and Savior who loves you more than you can imagine. Rita Biesemans June 17th 2013
18-04-2014 om 21:18
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POEM : AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS
AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS
O Mary, your bitter tears my heart do pierce Our Mother is crying Her Son is dying to save us humanity from complete insanity. At the foot of the Cross for words I feel at a loss our sins are causing You distress I'm begging You for forgiveness I offer You my fears and mishap crawling on Your Mother's lap O my Jesus, I need You, I need You satan plans coup after coup to destroy me, hoping I'd revolt he scares me like a thunderbolt but while walking in Your footstep on satan's knuckles I will rap enough, enough, I do tell him the cup is stored unto the brim. Kneeling at His cross's foot Jesus tells me to stay put "Let My Graces thee overflow My Cross gave satan the final blow" I love you so much My child and while dying He even smiled. Thank You, Mary for this gift, and by this my soul did lift.
Rita Biesemans, Good Friday 3/29/2013
18-04-2014 om 21:15
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03-04-2014
POEM : COMPLETE SURRENDER
COMPLETE SURRENDER
Child, complete surrender
its all that I ask
its your only fender
its your daily task
Why make it more difficult
than what it is already
surrender works as a catapult
towards your Heavenly Daddy
I still have so many plans
for you and your beloved kin
turning from it makes no sense
it will bring you only more chagrin
I have it all under control
nothing happens without My permission
fulfilling My Will be your only goal
come, work for your Divine Physician
I know, I know, its not easy to let go
for often your stubborn personality
is simultaneously your one and only foe
and your concurrent instrumentality
I wait for you, My daughter
surrender to My Fatherly Charms
Ill refresh you with My Spring Water
for you belong to My Coat of Arms
Your tears hurt Me, My child
they even wrinkle your skin
surrender, you wont be beguiled
believe Me it will be a situation win win
Your Jesus, Your Heavenly Master Who loves you so much.
Rita Biesemans, April 2 1014
03-04-2014 om 04:03
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
08-03-2014
a POEM in Spanish (I only wrote 2 Spanish Poems)
O JESUS
LUZ
DE MI VIDA
ESPERANZA DE MI DIA
AMOR DE MI CORAZON
CAUSA DE ESTA CANCION
ALABADO SEA DIOS
MI CREADOR
GOBERNADOR
Y GUARDIA
ALEGRIA
DE MI ALMA
BASTANTES PALABRAS
NO TENGO
PARA DAR LAS GRACIAS
A TU SABIDURIA
A TU OMNIPOTENCIA
A TU DIVINA PROVIDENCIA
CON LAS CUALES
TU VIGILAS Y GUARDAS
A TU HIJA
POR FAVOR
MI AMOR
TRANSFORMAME
CURAME
PARA QUE
SEA
MAS DULCE
MAS PACIENTE
MAS CLEMENTE
CON OTROS
PRECISAMENTE
COMO TU
O MI JESUS
TE LO SUPLICO
VEN, MUY PRONTO
EN UN FUTURO PROXIMO
MUY PRONTO, TE PIDO
Rita Biesemans, el primer de Julio 2002
08-03-2014 om 00:07
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
07-03-2014
O QUE DULCE for the Spanish speakers in Belgium
O QUE DULCE DE VIVIR POR TI O MI JESUS DE CAMINAR EN TU CAMINO DE BANAR EN TU LUZ Rita Biesemans, el primer de Julio 2002
07-03-2014 om 23:50
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
M E D J U G O R J E
M E D J U G O R J E
Medjugorje, dierbaar oord
draagster van het Goddelijk Woord
uitverkoren onder velen
om ons mensen ziel te helen
Gij verzamelt daar God's kinderen
dat kan satan niet verhinderen
ondanks de grote last der reis
want gij wijst ons 't Paradijs
Moederke, Fontein van Vrede
gebed en vasten is de reden
van wat Gij aldaar komt vragen
ook boete doen zal U behagen
Mijn Moederke, ik heb U lief
blijf ons zegenen asjeblief
Uw eer verdedigen wij met vuur
in dit bange, duistere uur
Wanneer Gij ons zult verlaten
en de wereld ons gaat haten
neem ons veilig dicht bij U
Moederke, aanhoor ons nu
O, Gij driemaal wonderbare Roos
die God boven ied're vrouw verkoos
geen woord genoeg wil bij mij rijzen
om U te danken, te loven en te prijzen.
Amen
Rita Biesemans September 8 1984
07-03-2014 om 23:19
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FEEST VAN DE ROSA MYSTICA 13 Juli 1983
FEEST VANDE ROSA MYSTICA 13 Juli 1983
Ik heb zo'n diep berouw
omdat ik was zo lauw
ik was een Simon Petrus
vergeef en red me, Jezus !
Hoe vaak vondt Gij mij slapend
daar waar ik moest zijn wakend
tekort geschoten in gebed
de duivel had zijn val gezet
Vol bitterheid en spijt
is't dat ik nu verwijt
mijzelf het zondig leven
dat ik niet op kon geven
O Moederke, Mystieke Roos,
die God boven tal verkoos
omsluit Gij mij met Uw Mantel
voor een heil'ger levenswandel
Gij, die warm maakt onze harten
Gij, de Moeder aller smarten
Uw schoonheid wordt niet meer gezien
verstoten zijt Gij bovendien
Door Uw tranen is mijn ziel besproeid
nieuw leven is hieruit gegroeid
begrepen heb ik nu Uw smeken
'k wil Uw Hart niet meer zien breken
O geheimnisvolle Roos
Uw kind ben ik voortaan altoos
Gij Draagster van het Eeuwig Leven
mijn ja-woord heb ik U gegeven
O witte, rode, gouden Roos
en is mijn ziel dan nog te broos
bekleed Gij ze met Uw reinheid
met Uw Moederlijke fijnheid
Gebed en offer komt Gij vragen
boete doen en niet te klagen
't is de redding van Uw kinderen
zo kunt Gij de straf verminderen
O mijn lieve Lieve Vrouwke
die hier zwijgend staat op 't schouwke
laat Uw Engelen ons ook helpen
ons met vreugden overstelpen.
Rita Biesemans 13 Juli 1983
07-03-2014 om 23:00
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AAN EEN BEVOORRECHTE ZIEL
AAN EEN BEVOORRECHTE ZIEL
Ik heb in uw ogen de Hemel gezien
een voorrecht voorwaar dat ik niet verdien
ik heb door uw mond Zijn Woorden gehoord
zij hebben zo dikwijls mijn ziele bekoord
Hoe schoon is de mens waar God in woont
hoe warm is het hart waarin Jezus troont
hoe zuiver de ogen waardoor Hij kijkt
hoe zoet is de mond die Zijn woord ons reikt
Welzalig de mens waar de Heer in leeft
voor hem is't dat satan siddert en beeft
welzalig de oren waarin Hij fluistert
zalig is hij die naar Hem luistert
Ik prijs U en loof U, O mijn Welbeminde
mijn hart dat springt op als een jonge hinde
ik dank U voor 't lijden dat ik mocht beleven
zo weinig heb ik tot nu toe U gegeven
Gij, die ons aller liefde waardig zijt
Gij, door de wereld het meeste benijd
Gij zijt nog altijd de Grote Verstotene
de mensheid veracht het door U Gebodene
Laat dan Uw werktuigen hier op de aarde
onder de Mantel van Haar die U baarde
voor ons, arme kinderen, een licht en een steun zijn
een wijzer die richt naar het Hemels terrein.
Rita Biesemans 20 Februari 1984
07-03-2014 om 22:42
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13-02-2014 om 07:46
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
12-02-2014
Comment on POEM of 13-12-2013
When I wrote my Poem : "Mourning and Weeping in this Valley of Tears" 13-12-2013, I knew nothing about Psalm 6:6 written by David. A few weeks after I wrote my poem, I started reading the Psalms under "Heavenly prompting" and wow David expressed his feelings in the same way. All of the sudden I felt very connected to him. Thank You Lord for guiding me, thank you for my loving family, they are my soul mates. Rita Biesemans
Psalm 6:6 Parallel Verses New International Version I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
New Living Translation I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.
English Standard Version I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
New American Standard Bible I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I dissolve my couch with my tears.
King James Bible I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Holman Christian Standard Bible I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my pillow and drench my bed every night.
International Standard Version I am weary from my groaning. Every night my couch is drenched with tears, my bed is soaked through.
NET Bible I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.
Aramaic Bible in Plain English I am weary with my groanings, and I have watered my bed every night and I wash my mattress with my tears.
GOD'S WORD® Translation I am worn out from my groaning. My eyes flood my bed every night. I soak my couch with tears.
Jubilee Bible 2000 I am weary with my groaning; all the night I flood my bed; I water my couch with my tears.
King James 2000 Bible I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.
American King James Version I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
American Standard Version I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Douay-Rheims Bible I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.
Darby Bible Translation I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.
English Revised Version I am weary with my groaning; every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Webster's Bible Translation I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
World English Bible I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
Young's Literal Translation I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
12-02-2014 om 22:44
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11-02-2014
AAN MIJN OUDERS Kerstmis 1982
AAN MIJN OUDERS
Welk een zwaarden voor uw ouderlijk hart te zien dat na zo'n goede start kinderen andere wegen gaan dan die door u hen voorgedaan.
Gans uw leven was offer en ontbering dag en nacht geleefd hebt ge voor uw gezin nu is't een gebed voor hun aller bekering een hevige pijn die brandt binnenin.
Gij hadt het wel anders gehoopt en verwacht een belofte van God toch uw leed wat verzacht want anders hoe zoudt gij dit alles verdragen dit Kruis dat ge sleept in uw levensdagen.
Meer leed dan wel vreugde waren uw deel steeds moest gij zwijgen uw hoofd naar beneen en toch zoudt gij geven uw leven geheel opdat zij niet kennen : 't geknars en geween.
Toch komt eens de dag, o mocht g'hem beleven dat gij al uw kinderen zult mogen vergeven hun zwakheid en fouten die deugden hen leken hier zullen zij u dan nog vurig om smeken.
En komt eens de dag van uw Hemelse glorie wil ik, saam met u, aan de Hemelpoort staan, maar, moet ik dan nog wachten op deze victorie kijkt mij, alstublieft, dan vanginder toch aan.
Rita Biesemans KERSTMIS 1982
mama stierf op 1 November Allerheiligen, papa 12 jaar later op 1 November Allerheiligen : zeer toepasselijk voor mijn ouders. Dank U Jezus voor mijn ouders.
11-02-2014 om 21:59
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
25-01-2014
POEM : BE A GOOD SAMARITAN
BE A GOOD SAMARITAN
I heard the Good Shepherds invitation
to be a Good Samaritan
to the destitute of His Creation
in this love-deprived Globalistan
If it is really You, my Lord
calling me to do this chore
dont let it be an inedible gourd
bring me where You want me, I implore
I want to love You in the needy
whom You called me to serve
so that eyes may be bright and beady
and all tears may quickly swerve
Im ready Lord, just pick me up
dont let me wait too long
to drink the longed for stirrup cup
just let the big bell bong
I will give myself completely
until I no longer can
and will be waiting discreetly
for the coming of my Good Samaritan
Rita Biesemans, January 24 2014
To be a Good Samaritan : Help others in need without any thought for recognition or reward for yourself, for Heaven will be your reward.
Luke 10 : 25-37
The Good Samaritan Society in the USA : a mission of providing shelter and supportive services to older people and others in need
25-01-2014 om 04:17
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
11-01-2014
Rabbi Yitzchak Kaduri on Jesus and Ariel Sharon
Rabbi Kaduri, Ariel Sharon and Jesus (Yeshua)
In the very interesting categorycomes this prophecy by the famous Jewish Rabbi, Yitzchak Kaduri.
It is said that the Lubavitcher Rebbepredicted that Rabbi Kaduri would bear witness to the coming of the Messiah. That got my attention, because quotes from the Lubavitcher Rebbe (Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson) comprise one of my favorite books, Bringing Heaven Down to Earth: 365 Meditations of the Rebbe.
During his final years on Earth, Rabbi Kaduris thoughts were centered on the coming of the One who would redeem Israel. The Rabbi passed on in January of 2006.
Rabbi Kaduris Prophecy
Before his death, though, he wrote down two hints about the Messiah (Mashiach). First, that Messiah would appear after the death of Ariel Sharon. Next, that the Messiahs name is Yeshuah, you got it, the one that most English speaking moderns call Jesus.
Very interesting AND 2006 is the same year Ariel Sharon was declared to be incapacitated: serious medical problems began in January, the very month Rabbi Kaduri died.
News Flash, January 28, 2013: An MRI brain scan has shown significant brain activity in Ariel Sharon. His medical crisis has now lasted for seven years. Is his condition about ready to change?
News Flash, January 1, 2014: Reports now say, Ariel Sharon is suffering kidney damage, and his condition has worsened. JANUARY 11 2014 : ARIEL SHARON PASSED AWAY
Could Rabbi Kaduris Prophecy be True?
Yes, there is big controversy over thismany claiming that it is all an invention of Christians, and others saying it is a sign that the end of the world as we know it is imminent.
Any way you cut it the entire situation is both strange and interesting. I need to research more, before I can comment, but didnt want to hold back on sharing the video below. By the way, I know nothing about the folks who are behind this film, but I do appreciate their making it available.
Ill close with a snippet of this followup, from the Israel Today website
Israel Today was given access to many of the rabbis manuscripts, written in his own hand for the exclusive use of his students. Most striking were the cross-like symbols painted by Kaduri all over the pages. In the Jewish tradition, one does not use crosses. In fact, even the use of a plus sign is discouraged because it might be mistaken for a cross.
But there they were, scribbled in the rabbis own hand. When we asked what those symbols meant, Rabbi David Kaduri said they were signs of the angel. Pressed further about the meaning of the signs of the angel, he said he had no idea. Rabbi David Kaduri went on to explain that only his father had had a spiritual relationship with God and had met the Messiah in his dreams
11-01-2014 om 20:10
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10-01-2014
Obama's Presidentiele wagen :
Wist ge dat de naam van Obama's officiële presidentiële wagen (auto) is : THE BEAST !!!!!!!!
RITA B.
10-01-2014 om 09:51
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POEM : CALLED TO BE A NURSE POEM : CALLED TO BE A NURSE
CALLED TO BE A NURSE
When You called me to be a nurse
I pretended to be deaf, not to hear
but Your call was very terse
I felt You more than ever near
I loved my job as a translator
I tried with all my might to escape
the deal with My celestial Debater
looking for the smallest tiniest gape
I barely ate, I barely slept
I refused to watch Dr. Kildare
for his nurse on me her eyes she kept
I had to run from her inviting stare
I like to serve but if at all
then as a flight attendant
this dragged my parents into a brawl
in which I acted as the defendant
Then came the day that I woke up
hearing Your inviting Voice
offering me to share Your loving Cup
how could I refuse this choice
You asked me to prepare
myself for my task for later
to get ready for the nursing care
and in Your Name to cater.
I accepted without restriction
and went swift to nursing school
my belief and strong conviction
became my most powerful tool
You've always been with me at the bedside
even patients testified of your omnipresence
some of them hot tears they cried
thankful to receive so much pleasance
but Lord wherever You are
there Your opponent prowls
as the magnificent dog star
enticing me to throw in the towels
I may well have lost a battle
but You promised me the victory
he will stop his tail rattle
when I read him his valedictory
I trust in You, my Savior and Provider. Rita Biesemans, 01/09/2014
10-01-2014 om 09:48
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
01-01-2014
LUKE (Lucas) 10:18
Luke 10:18: I beheld Satan falling as Lightning from the (stage, platform,
rostrum,podium, tribune,forum, height). Lightning in
Hebrew is Barak, from the stage, platform, height etc
in Hebrew is : pronounced "OBama"
I heard that on a Christian TV program, I looked it up in my Hebrew Bible and indeed it is barack
obama.
Barack Obama's code name is Renegate : lawless one, rebel
Michelle Obama's code name is Renaissance : rebirth
Scary times.
May 2014 bring you and your family abundant blessings !
Rita B.
01-01-2014 om 07:35
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
20-12-2013
THE CHURCH IN AGONY
THE CHURCH IN AGONY
Penance Penance Penance
to avoid His Divine vengeance
for not showing any remorse
and trying our will to enforce
The reign of the Impostor has arrived
the Church, of TRUTH is being deprived
the whole world hangs on his lips
while being readied for a total eclipse
The true followers of Christ
trying to pull off the heist
are persecuted for non-compliance
and being countered with defiance
When it will seem that all is lost
everything sacred has been tossed
God will deliver us from our agony
and reign forever in all His Majesty
SO LET IT BE WRITTEN, SO LET IT BE DONE
A M E N
Rita Biesemans, December 19 2013
20-12-2013 om 14:53
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16-12-2013
CONVERSATION WITH JESUS IN THE HOLY TABERNACLE
CONVERSATION WITH JESUS IN THE HOLY TABERNACLE
I can live without fancy goods
without flamboyant cloths or foods
but not without my Jesus, my God, my Lord
My Master, my Savior, my eternal Reward
Although You, I dont deserve
dont let me make the swerve
from the saving, Heavenly route
I would be lost without a doubt
I hear You say : I set you apart
feel the beating of My Heart
it beats with love for you
believe it or not, but it is true
Ask Me everyday for this gift
for My love for you knows no thrift
for you I still have so much in store
but first go close the back door
I wont allow you to escape
from the stage of the great reshape
once completed I might call you home
freed from the human pressure dome.
Thank you, My daughter for visiting Me, for consoling Me in MY loneliness
Rita Biesemans, December 15 2013
16-12-2013 om 02:07
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13-12-2013
POEM : MOURNING AND WEEPING IN THIS VALLEY OF TEARS
MOURNING AND WEEPING IN THIS VALLEY OF TEARS
I could swim in the tears I shed
but the thing is : I cant swim
I will soon float on my waterbed
for my cup is filling to the brim
Didnt you say : you would follow Me
on the Way to the Cross
that was planted on Calvary
dont look at it as being dross
This is the best investment
you could ever have made
give it a reassessment
and all you sorrows will fade
I know all too well deep in my heart
that nothing happens without Your consent
sometimes though it can be very tart
and You, went through it till the end
Daughter, take up your cross after Me
and keep walking in My Footsteps
thats how you will win the Grand Prix
without driving any extra laps.
Always keep your handkerchiefs or tissues handy
Rita Biesemans, December 13 2013
word explanation : DROSS means : worthless material that should be removed
13-12-2013 om 23:03
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POEM : THE RIGHTEOUS JUDGE
THE RIGHTEOUS JUDGE
If you follow the Master
the world will reject you
as it rejects the Pastor
with a lot of ballyhoo
The disciple is NOT above the Master
nor the servant above his Lord
the world is heading for a disaster
the Creator is ready to have it restored
The Queen of Heaven comes to warn
us poor children of naughty Eve
if we dont listen, well surely mourn
in an eternity full of grief
Each one of us is free to decide
whether to follow God or a worldly path
whether to be humble or full of pride
whether to be full of Love or full of wrath
The Righteous Judge keeps patiently
inviting His children to choose wisely
but most of us refuse blatantly
to follow His Commandments very precisely
He who will not hear, will feel .
Rita Biesemans, December 12 2013, the Feast Day of "La Virgen de Guadalupe"
13-12-2013 om 09:17
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
11-12-2013
The statue of the scourged Christ in the Ecce Homo Basilica
O Jezus om onze zonden
zwaar gegeseld en gehoond
de handen vastgebonden
bespot, geslagen, met doornen gekroond
onschuldig staat Gij daar en wacht
om als Offerlam te worden geslacht.
Rita, aan mijn mama, geschreven in Jerusalem 18 December 1970
On Tuesday, December 10, 2013 8:45 PM, Rita Biesemans wrote:
11-12-2013 om 05:02
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
03-12-2013
POEM : THE ATTACK ON CHRISTMAS
THE ATTACK ON CHRISTMAS
After 2000 years a new Herod
tries to kill baby Jesus again
he doesnt just sit there on his tod
he arrogantly comes out of his den
No more Merry Christmas
only enjoy, Happy Holidays
no more allowed to witness
no more allowed to praise
An old man, they call Santa
supersedes the Holiness of The Child
dressed in a fluffy red manta
he domineers and Jesus is reviled
No more public Mangers allowed
only most fancy Holiday trees
in front of which heads are bowed
asking the tree the world to appease
Oh, my Jesus, please dont delay
Your coming on the clouds
so that all of us this Christmas day
may testify to the crowds.
Rita Biesemans December 2 2013
03-12-2013 om 00:46
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30-11-2013
Feest van Sint Anna en Joachim- 26 juli 1986
NA DE REIS naar Padua,Loreto,Cascia,San Giovanni Rotondo,Foggia,Pietrelcina,Aquino,Monte Cassino,Assisi,Tivoli, Montechiari,Monte Sant'Angelo,Siena,San Vittorino,Pater Leopoldo Mandic,Caserta,Rocca Porena,San Damiano.
NA DE REIS Wat zal ik de Heer wedergeven voor alles wat Hij mij schonk vijftien dagen genadeleven een heilzame liefdesdronk
Hoe dikwijls was mijn ziel verenigd met U, mijn God, mijn Heer, mijn Al hoe dikwijls mijn verdriet gelenigd waarmee vervuld is mijn tranendal
Maak mij nederig, maak mij klein laat dit de vrucht dezer dagen zijn ik ben de Uwe, geheel en al hoewel ik dikwijls kom ten val Laat mij in de andere mensen Uw gelaat steeds zien, o Heer, wat anders zou ik kunnen wensen dan U te dienen, meer en meer !
En Gij, Moeder van de schone Liefde neem mij stilletjes bij de hand vergeef Gij mij wat U griefde verstevig onze Liefdesband
Binnenin is alles stil ter aanbidding van Gods Wil hier passen geen woorden meer 'k buig mij voor Uw Aanschijn neer. AMEN
Rita Biesemans geschreven te Cascia, 26 Juli 1986
30-11-2013 om 21:07
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MARY, THE MYSTICAL CITY
MARY, THE MYSTICAL CITY
Mary, Mystical City
where Jesus, our Savior, resides
look down on us with pity
who are carried with the tides
Will we ever fathom
the greatness of Your being
satan spitting his venom
to prevent our souls from healing
But You, Gods living Tabernacle
are constantly pointing to Your Son
to prevent us from sudden debacle
to bring us the Victory already won
We cry out to You, Oh Mystical City
to pull us out of the dangerous sinkholes
we are willing to be gritty
to save our eternal souls
Mary, our Mother spread Your Mantle over us to keep us safe in Your City.
Rita Biesemans written 11-29-2013
30-11-2013 om 03:56
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06-11-2013
POEM : PERSECUTION
PERSECUTION
Woe, Woe, Woe
satan is using a hoe
to attack us and destroy
hidden in the horse of Troy
he puts on a "friendly face"
for, "just in case"
we fall into his trap
he can deride us in his lap
Following You, our heavenly Boss,
on the way of the Cross
satan always lies in wait
to entice us with his bait
As he has only a short time left
his behavior becomes very deft
enticing as many as he can get
to lure them in his evil drag-net
But I know, oh my Lord
that I try to strike a chord
to elicit Your intervention
to keep satan in detention
Impatiently waiting for Your return
which we still need to earn
free us from the snares of the devil
push him back to the lowest level
In God we trust
Rita Biesemans November 5 2013
a hoe = schoffel, houweel, hak, hakmes
to deride = bespotten, uitlachen, bespottelijk maken
to entice = verlokken, weglokken, verleiden, aanlokken
deft = handig, aardig
chord = akkoord, overeenstemming, snaar, pees
to elicit = uitlokken, ontlokken, aan het licht brengen
06-11-2013 om 18:10
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
16-10-2013
POEM "Jesus and His little lamb" BY RITA BIESEMANS
JESUS AND HIS LITTLE LAMB
My precious little lamb
feel the beating of My Heart
full of love, this ain't no spam
I will never let you fall apart
I love you, My little one, always
I hold you so close in My arms
I will never abandon you, no delays
I ask you don't push the panic alarms
I have always been with you
surrender your emotions to Me
continue to live in My angle of view
all will be well, listen to My plea
Be at peace, My daughter
I repeat that all IS well
I'm not asking you to slaughter
the lamb in you, this idea I do repel
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOUR GOD
RITA BIESEMANS OCTOBER 14 2013
16-10-2013 om 07:19
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
07-10-2013
4th Thursday of November THANKSGIVING DAY
Thanksgiving Day 2011
I was born on Thanksgiving
my brother came out winning
I was the surprise turkey
and came out pretty perky
I thank You Lord for my life
for the easy and the strife
for the hardships and the struggle
it saved me from the worldly bubble
Thankful for the love I know
which empowers me to show
that no matter the years I measure
l view life as the greatest treasure
Let me, My Master and My Savior
celebrate through thankful behavior
many many more Thanksgiving days
following Your footsteps and Your ways.
Amen
Rita Biesemans November 21 2011
07-10-2013 om 02:25
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30-09-2013
Huwelijksverjaardag van mijn ouders
46-STE HUWELIJKSVERJAARDAG VAN MAMA EN PAPA
HEIMWEE NAAR DE KINDERJAREN
DAT WIJ ZO GOED BIJ U WAREN
HEIMWEE NAAR DE KINDERTIJD
ZIJN WARMTE EN GEBORGENHEID
BIJ 'T OUDER WORDEN BEN IK BANG
U BEIDEN TE VERLIEZEN
OCH KONDEN WIJ IN ONS BELANG
DIT UUR VAN AFSCHEID ZELVE KIEZEN
DE TIJD HEEFT ALLES UITGEWIST
WAAR WIJ ONS HEBBEN IN VERGIST
WAT OVERBLIJFT IS DANKBAARHEID
EN 'T VOORBEELD VAN UW STRIJD
SAMEN MET DE HEER, UW GOD
VERGEEFT G'ONS WAT U GRIEFDE
VOOR U WAS ER MAAR EEN GEBOD :
MIJN OUDERS WAREN "LIEFDE"
RITA OCTOBER 2 1983
30-09-2013 om 22:52
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19-09-2013
IMPORTANT MESSAGE OF OUR LADY OF LA SALETTE
September 19 Feestdag van O.L.Vrouw van La Salette : ziehier Haar Boodschap :
The Message of Our lady of La Salette "Our Lady's Apocalypse"
Delivered by Our Lady to
MELANIE CALVAT and MAXIMIN GIRAUD
The message was approved by the Catholic Church and was published in its entirety at Lecce. France, on November 15, 1979 with the imprimatur of Bishop Zola.
Published by the Shepherdess of La Salette with Imprimatur by Mgr. Bishop of Lecce.
"Well my children you will pass this on to all of my people."
Simple reproduction without commentary or controversy of the original edition of Lecce in 1879.
APPARITION of the BLESSED VIRGIN on the Mountain of
LA SALETTE the 19th of September, 1846
The following Secret was given by Our Lady to two children, Mélanie Calvat and Maximin Giraud, on September 19, 1846, while they were tending cattle on the mountain of La Salette, France.
"On the 18th of September (1846), the eve of the Holy Apparition of the Holy Virgin, I was alone, as usual, watching over my Masters cows. Around eleven oclock in the morning, I saw a small boy walking towards me. I was frightened at this, for it seemed to me that everyone ought to know that I avoided all kinds of company. This boy came up to me and said:
"Little girl, Im coming with you, Im from Corps too". At these words, the natural evil in me soon showed itself, and taking a few steps back, I told him: "I dont want anybody around. I want to be alone." But the boy followed me, saying: "Go on, let me stay with you. My Master told me to come and watch over my cows together with yours. Im from Corps."
I walked away from him, gesturing to him that I didnt want anybody around, and when I was some distance away, I sat down on the grass. There, I used to talk with the little flowers of the Good Lord.
A moment later, I looked behind me, and there I found Maximin sitting close to me. Straightway he says to me: "Keep me with you. Ill be very good."
But the natural evil in me will not hear reason. I jump to my feet, and run a little farther off without saying a word and again I start playing with the little flowers of the Good Lord. In an instant, Maximin was there again, telling me he would be very good, that he wouldnt talk, that he would get bored all by himself, and that his Master had sent him to be with me, etc. This time, I took pity, I gestured to him to sit down, and I kept on playing with the little flowers of the Good Lord.
It wasnt long before Maximin broke the silence by bursting into laughter (I think he was making fun of me). I look at him and he says to me: "Lets have some fun, lets make up a game". I said nothing in reply, for I was so ignorant I didnt understand what games with other people were, always having been alone. I played with the flowers, on my own, and Maximin came right up close to me, doing nothing but laughing, telling me the flowers didnt have ears to listen to me and that we should play together instead. But I had no liking for the game he told me to play. I started talking to him, however, and he told me that the ten days he was to spend with his Master would soon be over and then he would go home to his father in Corps etc...
While he was talking, I heard the bell of La Salette, it was the Angelus. I gestured to Maximin to lift his soul up to God. He took off his hat and was silent for a moment. Then I said: "Do you want to have dinner?" "Yes, he replied, lets eat." We sat down and I brought out of my bag the provisions my Master had given me. As was my habit, before breaking into my little round loaf, I made a cross with the point of my knife in the bread, and a little hole in the middle, saying: "If the devils in there, may he leave, and if the Good Lord is in there, may he stay!" and I rapidly covered up the little hole. Maximin burst into laughter and kicked the loaf out of my hands. It rolled down the mountainside and was lost from site. I had another piece of bread which we shared. Afterwards, we played a game. Then, realizing that Maximin must still be hungry, I pointed out a place on the mountainside covered with all kinds of berries. I urged him to go and eat some and he went straight away. He ate a few berries and brought back his hat full of them. In the evening we walked back down the mountain together and promised to come back the next day and watch over our cows together.
The next day, the 19th of September, I met Maximin on the way up. We climbed up the mountain side together. I discovered that Maximin was a very good, simple boy, and would willingly talk about what I wanted to talk about. He was also very flexible and had no fixed opinions. He was just a little curious, for, when I walked away from him, as soon as he saw I had stopped, he would run over to me to see what I was doing and hear what I was saying to the flowers of the Good Lord. And if he arrived too late, he would ask me what I had said.
Maximin told me to teach him a game. It was already late morning. I told him to gather some flowers for the "Paradise". We set to work together. Soon we had a number of flowers of various colours. I could hear the village Angelus ringing, for the weather was fine and there wasnt a cloud in the sky. Having told the Good Lord what we had learned, I said to Maximin that we ought to drive our cows on to a small plateau near the gully, where there would be stones to build the "Paradise". We drove our cows to the selected spot and then had a small meal. Then we started collecting stones to build our little house, which comprised of a so-called ground floor which was where we were to live, and then a story above which was to be, as we called it, "Paradise."
This story was decorated all over with different-coloured flowers, with garlands hanging from flower stalks. This "Paradise" was covered by a single large stone which we had strewn with flowers. We had also hung garlands all the way round. When we had finished, we sat and looked at the "Paradise". We began to feel sleepy and having moved a couple of feet away, we went to sleep on the grass.
II
When I woke up I couldnt see the cows, so I called Maximin and climbed up the little mound. From there I could see our cows grazing peacefully and I was on my way down, with Maximin on his way up, when all at once I saw a beautiful light shining more brightly than the sun.
"Maximin, do you see what is over there? Oh! my God!" At the same moment, I dropped the stick I was holding. Something inconceivably fantastic passed through me in that moment, and I felt myself being drawn. I felt a great respect, full of love, and my heart beat faster.
I kept my eyes firmly fixed on this light, which was static, and as if it had opened up, I caught sight of another, much more brilliant light which was moving, and in this light I saw a most beautiful lady sitting on top of our Paradise, with her head in her hands.
This beautiful Lady stood up, she coolly crossed her arms while watching us, and said to us:
"Come, my children, fear not, I am here to PROCLAIM GREAT NEWS TO YOU."
These soft and sweet words made me fly to her, and my heart desired to attach itself to her forever.
When I was up close to the Beautiful Lady, in front of her to her right, she began to speak and from her beautiful eyes tears also started to flow.
"If my people do not wish to submit themselves, I am forced to let go off the hand of my Son. It is so heavy and weighs me down so much I can no longer keep hold of it.
I have suffered all of the time for the rest of you! If I do not wish my Son to abandon you, I must take it upon myself to pray for this continually. And the rest of you think little of this. In vain you will pray, in vain you will act, you will never be able to make up for the troubles I have taken over for the rest of you.
I gave you six days to work, I kept the seventh for myself, and no one wishes to grant it to me. This is what weighs down the arm of my Son so much.
Those who drive carts cannot speak without putting the name of my Son in the middle.
These are the two things which weigh down the arm of my Son so much. If the harvest is spoiled, it is only because of the rest of you. I made you see this last year with the potatoes, you took little account of this. It was quite the opposite when you found bad potatoes, you swore oaths, and you included the name of my Son. They will continue to go bad, at Christmas there will be none left."
At this point, I was trying to interpret the word "potatoes" (pommes de terre): I thought I understood it to be "apples" (pommes). The Beautiful and Good Lady, reading my thoughts, repeated thus:
"You do not understand, my children. I will tell it to you another way.
"If the harvest is spoiled, it does not seem to affect you. I made you see this last year with the potatoes. You took little account of this. It was quite the opposite when you found bad potatoes, you swore oaths, and you included the name of my Son. They will continue to go bad and at Christmas, there will be none left.
If you have corn, you must not sow it. The beasts will eat all that you sow. And all that grows will fall to dust when you thresh it. A great famine will come. Before the famine comes, children under the age of seven will begin to tremble and will die in the arms of those who hold them. The others will do penance through hunger. The nuts will go bad, the grapes will become rotten."
At this point, the Beautiful Lady, who was entrancing me, for a moment did not make herself heard. I could see, however, that she was continuing, as if speaking, to move graciously her kindly lips. At this moment, Maximin was receiving his secret. Then, turning to me, the Most Holy Virgin spoke to me and gave me a secret in French. Here is this secret in its entirety as she gave it to me:
"Mélanie, what I am going to tell you now will not always be a secret; you can publish it in 1858.
"Priests, my Son's ministers, priests, by their evil life, by their irreverences and their impiety in celebrating the holy mysteries, love of money, love of honor and pleasures, priests have become sewers of impurity. Yes, priests call forth vengeance, and vengeance is suspended over their heads. Woe to priests, and to persons consecrated to God, who by their infidelities and their evil life are crucifying my son anew! The sins of persons consecrated to God cry to heaven and call for vengeance, and now here is vengeance at their very doors, for no longer is anyone found to beg mercy and pardon for the people; there are no more generous souls, there is now no one worthy of offering the spotless Victim to the Eternal on the worlds behalf.
"God will strike in an unparalleled manner. Woe to the inhabitants of the earth! God will exhaust His anger, and no one will be able to escape so many evils at once. The heads, the leaders of the people of God, have neglected prayer and penance, and the devil has darkened their minds; they have become those wandering stars which the ancient devil will drag with his tail to destruction. God will permit the ancient serpent to sow divisions among rulers, in all societies and in all families; both physical and moral punishments will be suffered. God will abandon men to themselves and will send chastisements one after the other for over 35 years.
"Society is on the very eve of most terrible scourges and greatest events; one must expect to be governed by a rod of iron and to drink the chalice of God's wrath.
"Let not my Son's Vicar, the Sovereign Pontiff Pius IX leave Rome after the year 1859; but let him be steadfast and generous, let him do battle with the weapons of faith and love; I shall be with him.
"Let him beware of Napoleon; his heart is double, and when he will want to be both Pope and emperor at the same time, God will soon withdraw from him; he is that eagle who, desiring always to rise, will fall on the sword he wanted to use to force the peoples to exalt him.
"Italy will be punished for its ambition in wanting to shake of the yoke of the Lord of lords; thus she will be handed over to war; blood will flow on all sides; Churches will be closed or desecrated; priests, religious will be driven out; they will be put to death, and to a cruel death. Many will abandon the faith, and the number of priests and religious who will separate themselves from the true religion will be great; even Bishops will be found among these persons.
"Let the Pope beware of miracle workers, for the time has come for the most astonishing wonders to take place on the earth and in the air.
"In the year 1864 Lucifer, together with a great number of devils, will be loosed from hell; little by little they will abolish the faith, and that even in persons consecrated to God; they will so blind them, that without a special grace, these persons will take on the spirit of these evil angels; a number of religious houses will lose the faith entirely and cause many souls to be damned.
"Bad books will abound over the earth, and the spirits of darkness will everywhere spread universal relaxation in everything concerning God's service: they will have very great power over nature; there will be churches to serve these spirits. People will be transported form one place to another by these evil spirits, and even priests, because they will not have lived by the good spirit of the gospel, which is a spirit of humility, charity and zeal for the glory of God. The dead and the just will be made to rise."
[Mélanie interpolated here: "That is to say, these dead will assume the prospect of righteous souls who once lived on earth, in order to seduce men more easily; these so-called resurrected dead, who will be nothing other than the devil under these faces, will preach another Gospel contrary to that of the true Christ Jesus, denying the existence of heaven, if these be not in fact the souls of the damned. All these souls will appear joined to their bodies."]
"There will be extraordinary wonders every place because the true faith has been extinguished and false light illumines the world. Woe to the princes of the church who will be occupied only with piling up riches upon riches, with guarding their authority and lording with pride!
"My Son's Vicar will have much to suffer, because for a time the Church will be handed over to great persecutions: it will be the time of darkness; the Church will undergo a frightful crisis.
"With God's holy faith forgotten, each individual will want to direct himself and rise above his peers. Civil and ecclesiastical authority will be abolished , all order and justice will be trampled underfoot. Only murders, hatred, jealousy, lying and discord will be seen, with no love of country or family.
"The Holy Father will suffer greatly. I shall be with him till the end to receive his sacrifice.
"The wicked will make a number of attempts on his life without being able to harm him; but neither he nor his successor will see the triumph of God's Church.
"Civil governments will all have the same objective, which will be to abolish and make every religious principle disappear, to make way for materialism, atheism, spiritism and vices of all kinds.
"In the year 1865, the abomination will be seen in the holy places; in the convents the flowers of the Church will putrefy, and the devil will establish himself as king of all hearts. Let those who are at the head of religious communities be on their guard concerning the persons they are to receive, because the devil will use all his malice to introduce into religious orders persons given to sin, for disorders and love of carnal pleasures will be widespread over the whole earth.
"France, Italy, Spain and England will be at war, blood will flow in the streets; Frenchmen will fight Frenchmen, Italian with Italian; then there will be a general war which will be appalling. For some time God will no longer remember France or Italy, because the Gospel of Jesus Christ is no longer known. The wicked will unleash all their malice; even in homes there will be killing and mutual massacres.
"With the first lightning blow of His sword, the mountains and all nature will tremble with dread, because the disorders and crimes of men are piercing the vault of the heavens. Paris will be burned and Marseilles swallowed up; a number of large cities will be shattered and swallowed by earthquakes; all will seem lost; only murders will be seen, the clash of arms and blasphemies heard. The righteous will suffer greatly; their prayers, their penances and their tears will rise to heaven and all God's people will ask pardon and mercy and will ask my help and intercession. Then Jesus Christ, by an act of His justice and His great mercy toward the righteous, will command His angels to put all His enemies to death. At one blow the persecutors of the Church of Jesus Christ and all men given to sin will perish, and the earth will become like a desert.
"Then there will be peace, the reconciliation of God with men; Jesus Christ will be served, adored and glorified; charity will flourish everywhere. The new kings will be the right arm of Holy Church, which will be strong, humble, pious, poor, zealous and imitative of the virtues of Jesus Christ. The Gospel will be preached everywhere, and men will make great strides in the faith, because there will be unity among Jesus Christ's workers and men will live in the fear of God.
"This peace among men will not last long: 25 years of abundant harvests will make them forget that the sins of men are the cause of all the woes which happen on earth.
"A precursor of the Antichrist, with his troops drawn from many nations, will wage war against the true Christ, sole Savior of the world; he will shed much blood and will seek to annihilate the cult of God so as to be regarded as a god.
"The earth will be struck with plagues of all kinds;" [Mélanie added here: "Besides pestilence and famine, which will be widespread"] "there will be wars up to the last war, which will then be waged by the ten kings of the Antichrist, kings who will all have a common design and will be the sole rulers of the world. Before this happens, there will be a sort of false peace in the world; people will think only of amusing themselves; the wicked will indulge in all kinds of sin; but the children of Holy Church, children of the true faith, my true imitators, will grow in the love of God and in the virtues dearest to me. Happy the humble souls lead by the Holy Ghost! I shall battle along with them until they reach the fullness of maturity.
"Nature begs vengeance on account of men, and she shudders with dread, awaiting what must happen to the crime-stained earth.
"Tremble, earth, and you who profess to serve Jesus Christ, while interiorly you adore yourselves, tremble; for God will hand you over to His enemy, because the holy places are in a state of corruption; many convents are no longer houses of God, but pastures for Asmodeus and his own.
"It will be at this time that the Antichrist will be born of a Hebrew nun, a false virgin who will be in communication with the ancient serpent, master of impurity; his father will be a bishop (Ev.). [We spell out the word "bishop" here. In the French text appear only the first two letters of évèque, the French word for bishop, but there is little doubt that this is the word they stand for, because in Mélanie's first draft of the message the whole word is spelled out.]
"At birth he will vomit blasphemies, he will have teeth; in a word, this will be the devil incarnate; he will utter terrifying cries, he will work wonders, he will live only on impurities. He will have brothers who, although not incarnate devils like himself, will be children of evil; at the age of twelve, they will be noted for the valiant victories they will win; soon they will each be at the head of armies, assisted by legions from hell.
"The seasons will be changed, the earth will produce only bad fruits, the heavenly bodies will lose the regularity of their movements, the moon will reflect only a feeble reddish light; water and fire will lend convulsive motions to the earth's sphere, causing mountains , cities, etc., to be swallowed up.
"Rome will lose the Faith and become the seat of the Antichrist. "
"The demons of the air, together with the Antichrist, will work great wonders on the earth and in the air, and men will become ever more perverted. God will take care of His faithful servants and mend of good will; the Gospel will be preached everywhere, all peoples and all nations will have knowledge of the Truth.
"I address a pressing appeal to the earth: I call upon the true disciples of the God living and reigning in the heavens; I call upon the true imitators of Christ made man, the one true Savior of men; I call upon my children, my true devotees, those who have given themselves o me so that I may lead them to my Divine Son, those whom I bear as it were in my arms, those who have lived in my spirit; finally, I call upon the Apostles of the Latter Times, the faithful disciples of Jesus Christ who have lived in contempt of the world and of themselves, in poverty and humility, in contempt and silence, in prayer and mortification, in chastity and in union with God, in suffering, and unknown to the world. It is time for them to emerge and come enlighten the earth. Go, show yourselves to be my dear children; I am with you and in you, provided your faith is the light enlightening you in these evil times. May your zeal make your famished for the glory and honor of Jesus Christ. Do battle, children of light, you, the few who see thereby; fir the time of times, the end of ends, is at hand.
"The Church will be eclipsed, the world will be in consternation. But there are Enoch and Elias, they will preach with the power of God, and men of good will will believe in God, and many souls will be comforted; they will make great progress by virtue of the Holy Ghost and will condemn the diabolical errors of the Antichrist.
"Woe to the inhabitants of the earth. There will be bloody wars, and famines; plagues and contagious diseases; there will be frightful showers of animals; thunders which will demolish cities; earthquakes which will engulf countries; voices will be heard in the air; men will beat their heads against the walls; they will call on death, yet death will constitute their torment; blood will flow on all sides. Who could overcome, if God doesn't shorten the time of trial? At the blood, tears and prayers of the righteous, God will relent; Enoch and Elias will be put to death; pagan Rome will disappear; the fire of Heaven will fall and consume three cities; the whole universe will be struck with terror, and many will allow themselves to be seduced because they didn't adore the true Christ living in their midst. It is time; the sun is darkening; Faith alone will survive.
"The time is at hand; the abyss is opening. Here is the king of the kings of darkness. Here is the beast with its subjects, calling itself the savior of the world. In pride he will rise skyward to go up to Heaven; he will be stifled by the breath of St. Michael the Archangel. He will fall and the earth -which for three days will be in constant change- will open its fiery bosom; he will be plunged forever with all his followers into hell's eternal chasms. Then water and fire will purify the earth and consume all the works of men's pride, and everything will be renewed; God will be served and glorified. "
19-09-2013 om 18:02
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
13-09-2013
Poem : WHO WILL CRY FOR YOU, AMERICA ?
WHO WILL CRY FOR YOU, AMERICA ?
I, will cry you a river And much much more My dear dear America, Once so beautiful ! You sold your soul To a bunch of mercenaries Which entered your sheep-fold As wolves and goats You sold your skin To the highest bidder You resemble a harlot The new BABYLON Eating and drinking With the rich of this world Prostituting yourself For money and power And became a den Of thieves and murderers You forgot all about The One Who blessed You so abundantly Biting the Hand of the Blesser Embarrassed to mention His Name ! Did He not teach you To be wise as a serpent And harmless as a dove Why then do you behave As a silly goose ?? He invited you to His dinner Table He so diligently prepared But, you made light of it And went your worldly, haughty ways One to his farm, Another to his business. But as the Father of Fathers He waits for your return The return of His prodigal daughter WAKE UP, AMERICA !!! Humble your pride And follow the Way, the Life and the Truth !!! Or, I SHALL cry you a river A river of bloody tears And much much more !!!
Rita Biesemans 02/17/2003
13-09-2013 om 19:09
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
12-09-2013
Medjugorje
MEDJUGORJE precious place
chosen as fountain of Grace
herald of the Word Divine
strong and healing Warning Sign
You gather us, Gods littlest kids
satans temptations Heaven forbids
the toilsome voyage so worth the price
you show us the way back to Paradise
Dearest Mother, Fountain of Peace
prayer and fasting need to increase
as a Mother Your Son thee sent
to prompt us our life to amend
Sweet Mother, I love you so much
I beg You, just let me go Dutch
Ill defend Your Honor with zeal
You crushing satan with Your heel
I dread the day that You will leave
us poor wailing children of Eve
I beg of You to keep us close
O You Threefold Mystical Rose
The world hates who belongs to God
and treats them as a lightning rod
but the Victory is ours, already won
upon achieving a judgment of ippon
Medjugorje between two mountains
you teach us there are no bargains
in this life its either God or the devil
either Gods Silence or satans revel.
Rita Biesemans September 8 1984
12-09-2013 om 02:12
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
08-09-2013
Poem : SAINT MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL
Feast Day of Saint Michael
Saint Michael, my Hero
stay at my side
reduce satan to zero
the one puffed up with pride
Fight with me, Saint Michael,
guide me in the Spiritual Battle
help me in this reprisal cycle
to silence the viper's rattle
Satan is a murderer and a thief
he steals away God's Creation
he leads man to erroneous belief
he is vicious, a vile abomination
Saint Michael, "Who is as God" !
let your battle-cry be heard
using your sword as a prod
you disperse all of satan's herd
Safely protected under your wings
we will defy his spiritual plunder
we will escape his poisonous stings
YOU,cast him forever,deep down under
Saint Michael Pray For Us
Rita Biesemans, 5-8-2013
08-09-2013 om 00:24
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
Gedicht : Ode aan Maria
ODE TOT ONZE LIEVE VROUW
O VROUWE, BEKLEED MET DE ZON
DE MAAN ONDER UW VOETEN
GIJ IN WIE ONS HEIL BEGON
O MARIA, NAAM ZO ZOETE
O HART ZO VOL VAN SMARTEN
VERNIETIG ONZE EIGENWAAN
VERNIEUW GIJ NU ONZE HARTEN
O POORTE OM TOT GOD TE GAAN
O LIEVE MOEDER, ZUIVERE MAAGD
ZEGEN ONS UW KINDEREN
TE VAAK ZIJN WIJ DOOR "hem" BELAAGD
O KOM satan's MACHT VERMINDEREN
DOE ONS ZINGEN EEN NIEUW LIED
VAN EENHEID EN VAN VREDE
UW TRIOMF, MARIA, IN 'T VERSCHIET
VERVULLEN WIJ UW BEDE.
RITA BIESEMANS, 13 MEI 1987
08-09-2013 om 00:12
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
26-07-2013
POEM : MY HEAVENLY TEACHER
MY H E A V E N L Y T E A C H E R
M Y H E A V E N L Y T E A C H E R
Kneeling in front of You, My Heavenly Teacher
I try to attentively listen to Your Voice
I look at You smiling at Your little creature
who's making not even the slightest noise
Nobody knows me better than You
I don't have to utter a single word
still I'm telling You things You already knew
repeating myself, behaving as a loving bird
All of the sudden I hear You calling
trying to get my attention span back
drifting off from You, to me is appalling
but You are pulling me back on track
I'm looking at You in reverent prostration
picturing what You underwent and still undergo
to save our souls from eternal damnation
since most prefer to follow the turbulent flow
Just remember, My daughter, keep following Me
return when you went off the right path
I will always be there for you, My busy bee
I will help you to heal from the aftermath.
Remember what I taught you today, Your Heavenly Teacher.
Rita Biesemans, July 25 2013
26-07-2013 om 05:34
geschreven door Rita Biesemans
«De Boodschap is een stroom van liefde over de wereld. Ze is de weg voor de besluiteloze, voor hen die gebukt gaan onder de huidige tegenstrijdigheden, ze is de vertroosting voor de gekwetste harten die in de geweldige beroering van deze tijd vereenzaamd zijn.” (23.7.68)
Wat is het doel van de Boodschap?
Jezus tot Marguerite
“ Ziehier het doel van mijn Boodschap: grondiger kennis van mijn liefde voor de mensen. Wat Ik vraag: offers, gebeden,verstervingen; levendiger Maria-verering; ijver voor de rozenkrans die overal dient hervat” ( 29.1.67)
Moet men deze Boodschap aanvaarden?
Jezus tot Marguerite
“Voorwaar Ik zeg u: de wereld blijft vrij ze aan te nemen of te weigeren. Ze zal de gevolgen van haar keuze op zich nemen” (18.7.67)
Wat zal de Boodschap teweegbrengen?
Jezus tot Marguerite
“De Boodschap ontsluit de harten voor de liefde en voor de kennis van een God die verliefd is op zijn schepselen.” (5.5.70)
Komt deze Boodschap werkelijk van Jezus?
Jezus tot Marguerite
“Ik ben de auteur van deze geschriften, Ik ben degene die ze ingeeft. Twijfel daar niet aan. Wie zou u nu op dit ogenblik durven bedriegen?”(24.3.66)
Waarom een legioen kleine zielen?
Jezus tot Marguerite
“Omdat Ik goed en barmhartig ben hou Ik meer rekening met het goede dat men doet dan met het kwade dat men mij aandoet.
Mijn gerechtigheid wijkt graag voor mijn barmhartigheid. Ziedaar waarom Ik een leger kleine zielen verlang, die zich innig verenigd tussen mijn gerechtigheid en de zondaars zullen opstellen onder de hoede van mijn Koningin-Moeder” (20.7.67)
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In the very interesting categorycomes this prophecy by the famous Jewish Rabbi, Yitzchak Kaduri.
