Joseph James Breunig 3rd
Biography of Joseph James Breunig 3rd
Having been an IT (Information Technology) professional of thirty years, Joe has launched a new career as a poet. Back in November 2006, He published his first book of Christian poetry. Presently a new book is under development; stayed tuned for details.
Joseph James Breunig 3rd's Works:
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
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Joseph James Breunig 3rd Poems
Gazing into a starry night, I see a deep indigo sky with perfect placement of twinkling light. Stars reveal the expanse of time
It's hard to extol the merits of mankind and to lavish excessive praise is insane; recognize the gamut of vain emotion and treatment of our brothers that's inhumane.
Sinner Like Me
Pushing this flesh into alignment, guided by The Word most holy and pure, I’m striving to learn principles for a sanctified life to endure.
We are wronged by people daily, but to not forgive is unconscionable. The Universal King had died for all; for in eternity's view, we're pardonable.
Experiencing God directly, is the way to go – Be submerged in His Spirit, under His heavenly flow. The lighted path to absolute freedom and peace is accomplished from following Jehovah’s method of release.
Danger Of Zealous Fervor
Yes, the goal is to reach souls; but at what further cost? Unacceptable is using fear as mind control for reaching those considered 'lost'.
On God's Mountain
To be on your mountain top with an elevated view, could my chances increase for getting a glimpse of you?
Written down is God's Word; we are encouraged to be heavenly, joint heirs. So examine His Word for Truth's proof, for His wish is that 'we join Him there'.
The Bridegroom Cometh
Preparations by the Groom have been completed; He joyfully awaits the day that marks the remainder of eternity when the Church shall be swept away.
Visionless is no way to be: having sight, yet unable to see. Soul's blindness that's dark and deep indicates your spirit is fast asleep.
Today's Great Undead Poets
Today’s great undead poets, awash in the Internet sea, seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness of our cyberspace world.
Wellspring of spiritual water, It's bubbling inside me. Gently soothes my bruised soul - Covering Life's pain of mystery.
In the quiet garden of Heaven, one day I'll walk beneath the trees with the coolness of God's Spirit flowing more gently than an Earthly breeze.
Forcing an alignment of corporate resources for some theory of best fit correlation doesn't work on Kingdom People when using an unspoken method of tabulation.
Poem: The Dark Heretic
In diligent search of God
was the dark heretic,
a master of the natural world
and our father of modern physics.
In defiance of the Church
stood Sir Isaac Newton alone,
cloistered in his office, clinging…
To personal beliefs, of his own.