Wooly Bully @ 8 Mile Emmaus Rd (Goin’ the Extra Mile)

If a soldier demands that you carry his gear for a mile, carry it two miles (Matthew 5:41).

Luke 24:13-31
The Road to Emmaus

On that same day, two of Jesus’ followers were going to a village named Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and they were talking to each other about all the things that had happened. As they talked and discussed, Jesus himself drew near and walked along with them; they saw him, but somehow did not recognize him. Jesus said to them, What are you talking about to each other, as you walk along? They stood still, with sad faces. One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, Are you the only visitor in Jerusalem who doesn’t know the things that have been happening there these last few days?” “What things?” he asked. “The things that happened to Jesus of Nazareth,” they answered. “This man was a prophet and was considered by G-d and by all the people to be powerful in everything he said and did. Our chief priests and rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and he was crucified. And we had hoped that he would be the one who was going to set Israel free! Besides all that, this is now the third day since it happened. Some of the women of our group surprised us; they went at dawn to the tomb, but could not find his body. They came back saying they had seen a vision of angels who told them that he is alive. Some of our group went to the tomb and found it exactly as the women had said, but they did not see him.” Then Jesus said to them, “How foolish you are, how slow you are to believe everything the prophets said! Was it not necessary for the Messiah to suffer these things and then to enter his glory?” And Jesus explained to them what was said about himself in all the Scriptures, beginning with the books of Moses and the writings of all the prophets. As they came near the village to which they were going, Jesus acted as if he were going farther; but they held him back, saying, “Stay with us; the day is almost over and it is getting dark.” So he went in to stay with them. He sat down to eat with them, took the bread, and said the blessing; then he broke the bread and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, but he disappeared from their sight.

I Am A Lamb Made of Steel Wool

My Mother’s a Sea Lion;
Father’s a Prize Winning Bull

Now, you may think it strange,
If not quite whimsy derange,
For an animal usual born soft, wooly and white…
Nay! such is not Wooly Bully’s delight
Instead, I’m born so coarse and wiry
That none could shorn my locks
No matter how strong or wily
And make from them socks

They too are made for cleansing
Though not white as snow
And whether you’re at home a’fencing,
Or off on the range or in show
If hear a bleating ball of barbed wire
Do not think it strange to know
This coat I’ve acquired
Which by all may be admired
Protects me from harm who
All may know me true blue
As the Fox of the Wolf
Me coat’s bullet proof
The bleat’s the alarm
I learned on the farm
More like a dinner bell
For when I’m done with cruel canines
They’d rather wish be in confines
With their end ~ a living hell

I know what you’re thinking,
Have I been drinking?
And am I the only One of my kind?
And now, not with my mind
I’ll divine ye an answer
Without weapon or lance, sir
We rip all foes to pieces.



Our secret is this
They did not hear Jesus.

Numbers 14:14-16

John 5:23-26

John 14:24


Wooly Bully @ 8 Mile Emmaus Rd (Goin’ the Extra Mile)

About barzdovg666

I'm a revelationist/prophestylist, and lover and servant of HaShem of Hosts.
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