I wrote this letter April 18, 2011
Good morning, Charleston, WV. Good morning, America. I'm writing this letter concerning some of the problems in my life and concerning just life itself. I represent the Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord and my Savior. I'm writing this letter today, April 18, 2011, because I was born April 24, 1950. Also, I have a twin sister. I have five brothers and five sisters living. My dad was the late Reverend Solomon Honeycutt. He was Pastor of the church located at 837 Eastview Heights Dr. Charleston, WV 25311. He preached the Word and lived the Word. He hung the Ten Commandments on the wall in our house and taught us to live by them.
The Ten Commandments
1. Thou shalt have no other gods before me.
2. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.
3. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.
4. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.
5. Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.
6. Thou shalt not kill.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultry.
8. Thou shalt not steal.
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.
10. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house...nor anything that is thy neighbour's.
Every house and every school should have the Ten Commandments in them, this is my opinion. The First Commandment taught me to believe in God only. The Second Commandment told me not to worship a car or a house. The Third Commandment taught me to fear God and God only. The Fourth Commandment taught me to do good rather than evil and to keep every day Holy. The Fifth Commandment taught me to honour my mother and my father, other people's parents, and to give honour where honour is due. The Sixth Commandment taught me to help me overcome the hate, prejudice, and jealousy of people because prejudice and jealousy is the same thing. I say this all the time. Because Black people are killing Black people, White people are killing White people, and people are killing each other of all races. So, It's Praying Time. The Seventh Commandment is a hard Commandment to obey when you have Pastors, Preachers, Police Officers, and one of the past Presidents committing adultery. Because of the drugs, x-rated movies on TV, and the Internet, our children have become victims. The Eighth Commandment taught me that the banks shouldn't be stealing, nor the Electric, Sanitation, or Water Companies. Because surely they have been found guilty of oppressing people. The Ninth Commandment taught me that you shouldn't lie on people because you're a liar because of jealousy, prejudice, or ignorance. The Tenth Commandment taught me that you shouldn't be jealous of what another man owns or is paying for. I am writing a book to express my life.
Easter falls on April 24, 2011, which is my birthday. I'll be turning 61 on my birthday this year. I died March 23, 1979, which was 32 years ago. I've been running my ministry for 32 years, which is my House of Prayer and Community Workshop. I'm in a lawsuit with Chase Home Finance. They are trying to take one of my homes. The Kanawha County Commissioners had torn down one of my homes and cost me to lose over $30,000. This had hurt my ministry. My ministry is to work with the homeless, people with drug, alcohol problems, and children that are being abused. With the help of God, I will continue my ministry. The Electric Company is trying to cut off my Electric illegally at one of my guest houses that I use for my ministry. They wouldn't let me make a payment arrangement because of their prejudice. By adding late charges and deposits on a bill, it will make it impossible for anybody to pay their bills. The Electric Company's CEO made $9 million last year but they want to raise everybody Electric bill. They are more worse than any thief that I met on the street.
For he that is called in the Lord, being a servant, is the Lord's freeman: likewise also he that is called, being free, is Christ's servant. Ye are bought with a price; be not ye the servants of men.
I Corinthians 7:22-23
House of Prayer and Community Workshop
P.O. Box 11703
Charleston, WV 25339
hop2communws@gmail.com
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Friday, November 4, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Why I Have To Tell You About The Day I Died
I wrote this nine years ago on May 21, 2002.
As the Spirit of God is upon me, the Spirit of God is telling me that it is time to write my books, it's time to write my poems, and it's time to keep on telling my story about the day I died.
Why oh why? I say to myself, I keep thinking every day about the day I died.
I keep on remembering, I still see that day in my mind.
No matter where I go, when I lay down before I sleep, and when I wake up in the morning I can still remember and see the day I died.
It's just as plain today as it was on that day, March 23, 1979.
That's the date that I died.
Oh, I can never forget it.
I tell my friends, my family, even my enemies, everywhere I go, and everywhere I be.
I keep on talking about the day I died.
Oh, I know that they are tired of hearing me talk about that day, March 23, 1979, the day I died.
Oh, but after writing the poem Who Will Hear the Cries of a Child, who wants to know, I want the world to know, and who wants to hear about the day I died?
Why oh why? I said to God.
Why must I keep on telling people each and every day, over and over again about the day I died?
Are they tired of hearing it or they don't want to believe it because I told the story about the day I died.
I was fired from my job, I was put in jail, I was lied on, and I was called everything but a child of God. Some believed and some didn't believe.
Oh, I will always believe and thank God for the day I died.
I got to see what Kings haven't seen, I got to see what Priests haven't seen, I got to see what the Bishops are preaching about, and I've seen what the Pope hasn't seen.
Why?
Because I can talk about the day I died.
Oh, I thank God everyday for my Lord Jesus Christ.
Oh, Hallelujah. Thank you.
I got to come back and tell my story about the day I died.
I said this morning, "God, why?"
Shall I write it in a poem, shall I write it in a book, or make a small story that people will read.
I hope and pray that they believe.
Then God spoke to me. He said, "This is why you must tell it now.
Get it in a poem and get it in a book about the day you died".
I said, "Why?"
He said, "Because I'm tired. I'm tired of seeing kids commit suicide. I'm tired of seeing young men kill one another. I'm tired of seeing innocent people going to the death penalty for the crimes somebody else committed. Oh please talk, tell it in a poem, or tell it in a book about the day that you died".
He said, "What really disturbed me and troubled me were those that claimed that they are my children. Those that called by my name, the leaders that represented me, that molested children and doing sin before me day by day".
Oh, but he said, "It is finished".
Oh, my my my.
With All Power In His Hands, He Died for Me and He Died for You.
Jesus, is his name, and I'm not ashamed of Jesus' name.
I'm not ashamed.
I'll say it again.
Jesus is his name and I'm not ashamed.
Why oh why? Because he died for me.
But, I'm here to tell you about the day I died.
Why do I have to tell you in a poem or in a book? Because God told me.
But when some priests was caught committing sins, they committed suicide.
Suicide is wrong.
Killing is wrong.
This is why I have to tell you about the day I died.
Yes, I was put in jail.
Yes, I was fired from my job.
Yes, I was sent to a federal prison in Butler, North Carolina.
I sat before ten or more psychiatrists. They wanted to know about the day I died. They wanted to hear but they wanted to say that I was crazy. They wanted to say that I had a delusion. But, I'm here to say that I will never deny the day I died. I know you want to know what did I see on the day I died.
I want you to know that after death, comes the judgment.
You have a soul and you have a spiritual body.
With the breath you breathe; God can see you, know what you think, and know what you are doing just by the breath you breathe.
How I know because I died on March 23, 1979.
Here it is now, May 2002.
Hallelujah.
It's May 21, 2002, and I'm still talking about the day I died.
But, I'll be back to tell you this story because I want my brothers and my sisters to know, no matter what race you are, and no matter what color you are to know that after you die, comes the judgment.
I know and I can tell you about the day I died.
Oh, please I beg you and I cry unto you.
Look at the sky. Oh, how beautiful the sky is.
Look at the ocean. Oh, how powerful the ocean is.
Oh, take your time and think about your life.
Think about if you commit suicide that there is nothing in life that bad that you will have to commit suicide.
Because there is a point when all men have to die.
After death, comes the judgment.
Believe me, I'm telling you the truth about the day I died.
Oh, I'll be back to tell you more about what my soul seen on the day I died.
Because God said to my soul, "My will, will be my will".
So, it's God's will that I tell you today about the day I died.
So, don't commit suicide, quit killing your brothers, love your families, love your friends, look around you, and thank God that you are breathing the breath. With this breath, he can see you and he can hear you.
So, please hear me about the day I died.
I'm writing it in a poem, and I'm going to tell it in a book.
I hope before God that you believe that there is life after death. After death, comes the judgment.
You'll see, there's a God and you will meet him in your spiritual body when you die.
Oh, the flesh don't fear God nor can it be subject to God.
So, that's why we toss to and fold with sins in our life and confusion.
Oh, whether I stand, whether I fall, or whether I die again, I want you to know that I'm going to tell you the story about the day I died.
Because it was the anointing by God that I wrote the poem Who Will Hear the Cries of a Child. It's time for me to tell you about the day I died.
I'll be back to tell you what I've seen on the day I died.
House of Prayer and Community Workshop
P.O. Box 11703
Charleston, WV 25339
or
hop2communws@gmail.com
As the Spirit of God is upon me, the Spirit of God is telling me that it is time to write my books, it's time to write my poems, and it's time to keep on telling my story about the day I died.
Why oh why? I say to myself, I keep thinking every day about the day I died.
I keep on remembering, I still see that day in my mind.
No matter where I go, when I lay down before I sleep, and when I wake up in the morning I can still remember and see the day I died.
It's just as plain today as it was on that day, March 23, 1979.
That's the date that I died.
Oh, I can never forget it.
I tell my friends, my family, even my enemies, everywhere I go, and everywhere I be.
I keep on talking about the day I died.
Oh, I know that they are tired of hearing me talk about that day, March 23, 1979, the day I died.
Oh, but after writing the poem Who Will Hear the Cries of a Child, who wants to know, I want the world to know, and who wants to hear about the day I died?
Why oh why? I said to God.
Why must I keep on telling people each and every day, over and over again about the day I died?
Are they tired of hearing it or they don't want to believe it because I told the story about the day I died.
I was fired from my job, I was put in jail, I was lied on, and I was called everything but a child of God. Some believed and some didn't believe.
Oh, I will always believe and thank God for the day I died.
I got to see what Kings haven't seen, I got to see what Priests haven't seen, I got to see what the Bishops are preaching about, and I've seen what the Pope hasn't seen.
Why?
Because I can talk about the day I died.
Oh, I thank God everyday for my Lord Jesus Christ.
Oh, Hallelujah. Thank you.
I got to come back and tell my story about the day I died.
I said this morning, "God, why?"
Shall I write it in a poem, shall I write it in a book, or make a small story that people will read.
I hope and pray that they believe.
Then God spoke to me. He said, "This is why you must tell it now.
Get it in a poem and get it in a book about the day you died".
I said, "Why?"
He said, "Because I'm tired. I'm tired of seeing kids commit suicide. I'm tired of seeing young men kill one another. I'm tired of seeing innocent people going to the death penalty for the crimes somebody else committed. Oh please talk, tell it in a poem, or tell it in a book about the day that you died".
He said, "What really disturbed me and troubled me were those that claimed that they are my children. Those that called by my name, the leaders that represented me, that molested children and doing sin before me day by day".
Oh, but he said, "It is finished".
Oh, my my my.
With All Power In His Hands, He Died for Me and He Died for You.
Jesus, is his name, and I'm not ashamed of Jesus' name.
I'm not ashamed.
I'll say it again.
Jesus is his name and I'm not ashamed.
Why oh why? Because he died for me.
But, I'm here to tell you about the day I died.
Why do I have to tell you in a poem or in a book? Because God told me.
But when some priests was caught committing sins, they committed suicide.
Suicide is wrong.
Killing is wrong.
This is why I have to tell you about the day I died.
Yes, I was put in jail.
Yes, I was fired from my job.
Yes, I was sent to a federal prison in Butler, North Carolina.
I sat before ten or more psychiatrists. They wanted to know about the day I died. They wanted to hear but they wanted to say that I was crazy. They wanted to say that I had a delusion. But, I'm here to say that I will never deny the day I died. I know you want to know what did I see on the day I died.
I want you to know that after death, comes the judgment.
You have a soul and you have a spiritual body.
With the breath you breathe; God can see you, know what you think, and know what you are doing just by the breath you breathe.
How I know because I died on March 23, 1979.
Here it is now, May 2002.
Hallelujah.
It's May 21, 2002, and I'm still talking about the day I died.
But, I'll be back to tell you this story because I want my brothers and my sisters to know, no matter what race you are, and no matter what color you are to know that after you die, comes the judgment.
I know and I can tell you about the day I died.
Oh, please I beg you and I cry unto you.
Look at the sky. Oh, how beautiful the sky is.
Look at the ocean. Oh, how powerful the ocean is.
Oh, take your time and think about your life.
Think about if you commit suicide that there is nothing in life that bad that you will have to commit suicide.
Because there is a point when all men have to die.
After death, comes the judgment.
Believe me, I'm telling you the truth about the day I died.
Oh, I'll be back to tell you more about what my soul seen on the day I died.
Because God said to my soul, "My will, will be my will".
So, it's God's will that I tell you today about the day I died.
So, don't commit suicide, quit killing your brothers, love your families, love your friends, look around you, and thank God that you are breathing the breath. With this breath, he can see you and he can hear you.
So, please hear me about the day I died.
I'm writing it in a poem, and I'm going to tell it in a book.
I hope before God that you believe that there is life after death. After death, comes the judgment.
You'll see, there's a God and you will meet him in your spiritual body when you die.
Oh, the flesh don't fear God nor can it be subject to God.
So, that's why we toss to and fold with sins in our life and confusion.
Oh, whether I stand, whether I fall, or whether I die again, I want you to know that I'm going to tell you the story about the day I died.
Because it was the anointing by God that I wrote the poem Who Will Hear the Cries of a Child. It's time for me to tell you about the day I died.
I'll be back to tell you what I've seen on the day I died.
House of Prayer and Community Workshop
P.O. Box 11703
Charleston, WV 25339
or
hop2communws@gmail.com
Sunday, October 2, 2011
God told me to tell you that We the Churches have Lost Our Power of God and the Power that was Given to Us In Jesus Name
Cause JESUS said, "In my name, you should Have Power". But We the Pastors, Ministers, Preachers, Bishops, Deacons, Mothers and the First Ladies of the Church, Church Choirs, Members of the Churches have Lost the LOVE, POWER, and TEACHINGS of JESUS CHRIST. Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus. Philippians 2:5. For JESUS said, "Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also". St. Matthew 6:19-21
90% of all Churches are trying to build a pretty church, begging for tithes and offerings, became as the World, and talking about GOD and JESUS but denying the Power thereof. We forgot about what the Churches are supposed to be doing. On the day of Pentecost, He that hath two coats, let him impart to him that hath none; and he that hath meat, let him do likewise. St. Luke 3:11. No matter how Great and Holy you think you are, JESUS said, "Verily I say unto you, Among them that are born of women there hath not risen a greater than John the Baptist: notwithstanding he that is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he". St. Matthew 11:11. So what will that make us Preachers of Today. Preachers that are weak, full of lies, deceit, full of covetousness, adultery, and lifting up their name and not JESUS name. We are all guilty of some of these sins. But if you are not guilty of none of these sins, then fly to Heaven, come back, and tell me what God told you. Believe it or not, I've been to Heaven and back. I'm here to tell you that the time has come for me to tell you now and to accept the Power that JESUS is waiting to give Us.
House of Prayer and Community Workshop
P.O. Box 11703
Charleston, WV 25339
90% of all Churches are trying to build a pretty church, begging for tithes and offerings, became as the World, and talking about GOD and JESUS but denying the Power thereof. We forgot about what the Churches are supposed to be doing. On the day of Pentecost, He that hath two coats, let him impart to him that hath none; and he that hath meat, let him do likewise. St. Luke 3:11. No matter how Great and Holy you think you are, JESUS said, "Verily I say unto you, Among them that are born of women there hath not risen a greater than John the Baptist: notwithstanding he that is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he". St. Matthew 11:11. So what will that make us Preachers of Today. Preachers that are weak, full of lies, deceit, full of covetousness, adultery, and lifting up their name and not JESUS name. We are all guilty of some of these sins. But if you are not guilty of none of these sins, then fly to Heaven, come back, and tell me what God told you. Believe it or not, I've been to Heaven and back. I'm here to tell you that the time has come for me to tell you now and to accept the Power that JESUS is waiting to give Us.
House of Prayer and Community Workshop
P.O. Box 11703
Charleston, WV 25339
Thursday, September 22, 2011
AMERICA, We Need To Pray More because We Are In Trouble
As John F. Kennedy, one of our Great Presidents, said, "Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country".
We have our First Black President of the United States of America. President Barrack Obama is great, intelligent, cool, full of wisdom, called, chosen, and ordained by God. People are looking for him to give them jobs, pay for their big houses, their big cars, to save the economy, to put everyone back to work, and to cure the trillions of dollars of debt that we are in as a country. But, where are the Church leaders and their powers at? Where is all the money that the Churches collected for tithes and offerings in Jesus name? Why aren't the Churches giving people jobs? Instead of building $1 million to $10 million dollar churches, spending millions on private airplanes, and on their houses. The Bible says "What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? I Corinthians 6:19 In other words, your body is supposed to be the temple of the Holy Ghost not the church building. I do thank you and God thanks you for the handful of Churches that are giving a handful of people jobs.
But the Church is supposed to have more Power than the Government and the welfare system. The Churches and the Church members have allowed the People of the World and the Things of the World, to Raise Our Children. Such as Television, the Internet, Cell Phones, Rap Music, X-Rated Movies, Gangster Movies, Drugs, and Alcohol. We allowed the Government to control our children by taking PRAYER out of School, taking away Our Rights to Correct and Chastise Our Children, but yet they blame us when our children go bad. They are the first ones to put our children in jail and take our children away from us when we try to Correct Them.
We have our First Black President of the United States of America. President Barrack Obama is great, intelligent, cool, full of wisdom, called, chosen, and ordained by God. People are looking for him to give them jobs, pay for their big houses, their big cars, to save the economy, to put everyone back to work, and to cure the trillions of dollars of debt that we are in as a country. But, where are the Church leaders and their powers at? Where is all the money that the Churches collected for tithes and offerings in Jesus name? Why aren't the Churches giving people jobs? Instead of building $1 million to $10 million dollar churches, spending millions on private airplanes, and on their houses. The Bible says "What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? I Corinthians 6:19 In other words, your body is supposed to be the temple of the Holy Ghost not the church building. I do thank you and God thanks you for the handful of Churches that are giving a handful of people jobs.
But the Church is supposed to have more Power than the Government and the welfare system. The Churches and the Church members have allowed the People of the World and the Things of the World, to Raise Our Children. Such as Television, the Internet, Cell Phones, Rap Music, X-Rated Movies, Gangster Movies, Drugs, and Alcohol. We allowed the Government to control our children by taking PRAYER out of School, taking away Our Rights to Correct and Chastise Our Children, but yet they blame us when our children go bad. They are the first ones to put our children in jail and take our children away from us when we try to Correct Them.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Back from Heaven and Mad As Hell
Why? Because there is No Justice in America for the Rich or Poor of Any Race. I died March 23, 1979 and came back March 26, 1979. I came back to Testify what I seen in the body and out of the body. To talk about what God told my soul and what God's Will Is for His People. My First Sermon that I Preached was "You Ain't in Heaven until You Get There". THE ONLY WAY YOU GET TO HEAVEN IS THROUGH JESUS.
For 32 years, I studied, watched, and listened to people. Out of every 100 person that I met or talked to, I found out that 75% of them have no knowledge or understanding of who GOD is. They have no understanding of God's beginning, about the birth of His son JESUS, JESUS Baptism, JESUS Death, JESUS Resurrection, and how JESUS and His Father are ONE.
For 32 years, I studied, watched, and listened to people. Out of every 100 person that I met or talked to, I found out that 75% of them have no knowledge or understanding of who GOD is. They have no understanding of God's beginning, about the birth of His son JESUS, JESUS Baptism, JESUS Death, JESUS Resurrection, and how JESUS and His Father are ONE.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Who Will Hear the Cries of a Child?
I wrote this May 13, 2002
While laying in my bed trying to sleep, tossing and turning thinking about Election day soon to be.
Who will vote for the children, who will speak for the children, who will be their voice, who will hear their cry, who will think about them when they go to the election polls?
Will they think about the priests that are molesting the children, will they think about the kids whether they are Black, White, Jewish, no matter what race, minority.
Will they think about how they are living?
Will they think about how they have been abused?
I sit, I think, and I can hear the cries of the children and the voices of the children.
As I watch the children, study the children, I can remember the Scripture in the Bible when Jesus said "Suffer little children that come unto me forbid them not for such is the kingdom of God". He also said, "Accept you come as a little child you should know wise entering into his kingdom". He also said, "If any man offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it's better for him to have never been born."
Oh, I can see the children.
There's a child I see, that comes from a poor family, no father, and three, four, and five sisters or brothers.
Mother doesn't have a job and on crack cocaine. Any man that has twenty dollars to support her habit can spend the night. Oh, yes she gets food stamps, but she sells some of the food stamps to buy dope. She took away her children's hope because she's on dope. So, this little child hadn't ate in one or two days Saturday or Sunday. It's like being in hell living in her home. Oh, but the little child was so happy and so glad when she got to eat a good school meal. Oh, but little did the teacher know that the little child looked at the other little children looking so pretty and so clean, even with a smile on their face. The little child even looked and saw the parents drop them off in a beautiful car, didn't know what kind of car it was, but it was a beautiful car.
Oh, if you can only see and spend the night or a month with this poor child. It makes no difference what color of skin the child has. The child is a child. Oh, the little child had seen something on TV. Oh, how she wished that she had a mommy or a daddy that can give her a nice, clean bed to sleep in at night. A pretty car and she would like to have a better home for her mama. But all this child sees is cursing, hollering, shooting, and somebody getting killed.
Oh God, if you can in the eyes of a child.
A child that is being abused.
Now here's another child that's in my mind.
A child that lives in a beautiful home. The mother has a good job and the father has a good job. They belong to a good church. They go to church. Here's a child that trusted an adult whether it be a priest or a preacher and was molested and didn't know what was happening. Only the pain of hurt and the pain of shame.
Oh, who will stand for the child and who is going to hear their cry? When you vote, can you remember the child? Oh, you came up with your zero tolerance. Oh, you came up with your talk to tell the children, if your mama whip you, your daddy whip you, or try to correct you, come and tell us and we will lock them up for child abuse.
But did you realize that so many children don't know about prayer, don't know about God, and they come to you to look for an example. But they saw you smoking outside of the school, they saw you laughing at other kids, they saw you make fun of kids, and they heard other little kids make racist remarks.
Oh, if you can only look through the eyes of a child.
Can you think back when you was a child?
Was your childhood wonderful, or was it beautiful, or was it sad?
Oh, I can hear the voice of a child.
I can look in the eyes of a child whether they are one or two, a day old, or twenty to twenty-one years old.
Once, I saw a girl on the street, fifteen years old prostituting just to eat. I said, "God what happened to this child". I looked in the eyes of this child, I took time to talk with this child, and realized that this child was abused and misused.
Was it her fault when she was four that she was not strong enough to defend herself?
Not wise enough to talk with somebody to tell somebody that she was being abused. That she was being molested.
Oh, look in the eyes of a child and see if you can see their life. Try to understand that when you see a child, judge them by what you know.
Have you talked to their parents?
Have you been in their neighborhood?
You can ride through and say vote for me, but do you know this child?
Oh God is not going to let the abusers go unpunished.
Surely, can you help this child and vote for a child?
Put Prayer in school and give them hope.
You put the kids out of school because you say they are acting unruly, or their attitude don't seem to please you, or maybe it's just the color of their skin, maybe it's because their rich to whom you can really respect, or maybe it's because their poor.
Oh, but you are mad with the children and you can't even see it.
So, you put the kids out of school because you said the law says zero tolerance. You put a child out there with no education. He's on the street. He's with his friends. He has no home because when he gets home, his mama whipped him and beat him. Oh, but you said that's child abuse. How is it child abuse when the abuser is the abuser. The ones that set the laws and the ones that set the rules.
Oh, if you can see in the eyes of a child.
Oh, if you can hear the cry of a child.
How can you put them down, so quick to speak, and laugh, and mark a kid.
So the child is in the streets because you put him out of school.
He has no education and he can't keep a job. So, whom does he turn to? He goes to sell drugs. He goes to stealing because the human flesh is going to survive. He turns to love and looks for love because he doesn't know love.
Remember, it was you that said you couldn't talk to God in school or Pray in school because you don't believe in God.
Or you was worried about interfering with God, state, and school.
Oh, if you take God from the children, you take the teaching of Love. For God's rule is to have love for one another. Love your brother and Love your neighbor as you love thyself.
But how can a child love himself if he doesn't really know himself. All he knows is that he seen his mama cry and he seen his daddy arguing because he has no job. He wondered why his dad didn't have a job.
Oh, if you can look in the eyes of a child and be in their mind.
Oh, I wish that you could come stay a month with children that live in different areas.
Whether it is in The Projects or whether it is out in the woods in an old shack with no running water.
So, it makes no difference whether your Black or White but it's a shame that it makes a difference in this world whether your poor.
Oh God, will somebody stand up for the children. I hear their silent voice cry. I remember talking with the children and listening to their stories. Not only did I listen but I went to their homes and I went by where they play at. Nobody had to tell me that they were hungry and nobody had to tell me that their clothes were dirty.
Oh, who will hear the cry of a child? Will somebody please look in the eyes of a child and say children, "God Loves you and I love you".
It's not your fault what color you are born to be.
It's not your fault that your born rich or poor.
Because why?
YOU ARE A CHILD AND JESUS LOVES YOU AND SO DO I.
Will somebody stand up and vote for the child?
As a nation let us pray for the children, for the children are our future.
Written by Marvin Honeycutt in the Spirit and Wisdom of the Lord Our God.
While laying in my bed trying to sleep, tossing and turning thinking about Election day soon to be.
Who will vote for the children, who will speak for the children, who will be their voice, who will hear their cry, who will think about them when they go to the election polls?
Will they think about the priests that are molesting the children, will they think about the kids whether they are Black, White, Jewish, no matter what race, minority.
Will they think about how they are living?
Will they think about how they have been abused?
I sit, I think, and I can hear the cries of the children and the voices of the children.
As I watch the children, study the children, I can remember the Scripture in the Bible when Jesus said "Suffer little children that come unto me forbid them not for such is the kingdom of God". He also said, "Accept you come as a little child you should know wise entering into his kingdom". He also said, "If any man offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it's better for him to have never been born."
Oh, I can see the children.
There's a child I see, that comes from a poor family, no father, and three, four, and five sisters or brothers.
Mother doesn't have a job and on crack cocaine. Any man that has twenty dollars to support her habit can spend the night. Oh, yes she gets food stamps, but she sells some of the food stamps to buy dope. She took away her children's hope because she's on dope. So, this little child hadn't ate in one or two days Saturday or Sunday. It's like being in hell living in her home. Oh, but the little child was so happy and so glad when she got to eat a good school meal. Oh, but little did the teacher know that the little child looked at the other little children looking so pretty and so clean, even with a smile on their face. The little child even looked and saw the parents drop them off in a beautiful car, didn't know what kind of car it was, but it was a beautiful car.
Oh, if you can only see and spend the night or a month with this poor child. It makes no difference what color of skin the child has. The child is a child. Oh, the little child had seen something on TV. Oh, how she wished that she had a mommy or a daddy that can give her a nice, clean bed to sleep in at night. A pretty car and she would like to have a better home for her mama. But all this child sees is cursing, hollering, shooting, and somebody getting killed.
Oh God, if you can in the eyes of a child.
A child that is being abused.
Now here's another child that's in my mind.
A child that lives in a beautiful home. The mother has a good job and the father has a good job. They belong to a good church. They go to church. Here's a child that trusted an adult whether it be a priest or a preacher and was molested and didn't know what was happening. Only the pain of hurt and the pain of shame.
Oh, who will stand for the child and who is going to hear their cry? When you vote, can you remember the child? Oh, you came up with your zero tolerance. Oh, you came up with your talk to tell the children, if your mama whip you, your daddy whip you, or try to correct you, come and tell us and we will lock them up for child abuse.
But did you realize that so many children don't know about prayer, don't know about God, and they come to you to look for an example. But they saw you smoking outside of the school, they saw you laughing at other kids, they saw you make fun of kids, and they heard other little kids make racist remarks.
Oh, if you can only look through the eyes of a child.
Can you think back when you was a child?
Was your childhood wonderful, or was it beautiful, or was it sad?
Oh, I can hear the voice of a child.
I can look in the eyes of a child whether they are one or two, a day old, or twenty to twenty-one years old.
Once, I saw a girl on the street, fifteen years old prostituting just to eat. I said, "God what happened to this child". I looked in the eyes of this child, I took time to talk with this child, and realized that this child was abused and misused.
Was it her fault when she was four that she was not strong enough to defend herself?
Not wise enough to talk with somebody to tell somebody that she was being abused. That she was being molested.
Oh, look in the eyes of a child and see if you can see their life. Try to understand that when you see a child, judge them by what you know.
Have you talked to their parents?
Have you been in their neighborhood?
You can ride through and say vote for me, but do you know this child?
Oh God is not going to let the abusers go unpunished.
Surely, can you help this child and vote for a child?
Put Prayer in school and give them hope.
You put the kids out of school because you say they are acting unruly, or their attitude don't seem to please you, or maybe it's just the color of their skin, maybe it's because their rich to whom you can really respect, or maybe it's because their poor.
Oh, but you are mad with the children and you can't even see it.
So, you put the kids out of school because you said the law says zero tolerance. You put a child out there with no education. He's on the street. He's with his friends. He has no home because when he gets home, his mama whipped him and beat him. Oh, but you said that's child abuse. How is it child abuse when the abuser is the abuser. The ones that set the laws and the ones that set the rules.
Oh, if you can see in the eyes of a child.
Oh, if you can hear the cry of a child.
How can you put them down, so quick to speak, and laugh, and mark a kid.
So the child is in the streets because you put him out of school.
He has no education and he can't keep a job. So, whom does he turn to? He goes to sell drugs. He goes to stealing because the human flesh is going to survive. He turns to love and looks for love because he doesn't know love.
Remember, it was you that said you couldn't talk to God in school or Pray in school because you don't believe in God.
Or you was worried about interfering with God, state, and school.
Oh, if you take God from the children, you take the teaching of Love. For God's rule is to have love for one another. Love your brother and Love your neighbor as you love thyself.
But how can a child love himself if he doesn't really know himself. All he knows is that he seen his mama cry and he seen his daddy arguing because he has no job. He wondered why his dad didn't have a job.
Oh, if you can look in the eyes of a child and be in their mind.
Oh, I wish that you could come stay a month with children that live in different areas.
Whether it is in The Projects or whether it is out in the woods in an old shack with no running water.
So, it makes no difference whether your Black or White but it's a shame that it makes a difference in this world whether your poor.
Oh God, will somebody stand up for the children. I hear their silent voice cry. I remember talking with the children and listening to their stories. Not only did I listen but I went to their homes and I went by where they play at. Nobody had to tell me that they were hungry and nobody had to tell me that their clothes were dirty.
Oh, who will hear the cry of a child? Will somebody please look in the eyes of a child and say children, "God Loves you and I love you".
It's not your fault what color you are born to be.
It's not your fault that your born rich or poor.
Because why?
YOU ARE A CHILD AND JESUS LOVES YOU AND SO DO I.
Will somebody stand up and vote for the child?
As a nation let us pray for the children, for the children are our future.
Written by Marvin Honeycutt in the Spirit and Wisdom of the Lord Our God.
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