Global Warming

God Help Us All
Is the effect of global warming the effect of world pollution or is it the result of violating the chapter of Leviticus chapter 18.
We are all so intoxicated searching for happiness we are blind to the effect violating the advice of Leviticus 18.
As the standards of law is challenge the integrity of the godly will rise.
Institutions will rise up to quarantine the lawless as we navigate the straight and narrow against the broad way to destruction.
God help us all

Crossing Over

This life it’s not warm and cozy.
Like a candle’s glow from a flickering flame.
It’s as cold as the universe and hot like hell.
It’s like slow moving lava creeping under ground.
It’s the blast of an overnight sensation A flash of lightning
surfacing the planet with tributes of Hell.
But on the revelation of Jesus Christ,
We are moving steady.
Steady and there she goes.
Before and beyond the bands of religion.
Nestled in the stars beyond comprehension.
Abraham’s searched a nomadic few.
To the Deliverer’s Cross for the whole crew.
That flickering flame of a consuming fire.
Jesus came and took us
As the four winds blow in every direction.
Blow that trumpet in every nation.
To the bridge we are Crossing over.
No glory in a woman
No glory in a man
To the bridge we crossing over. GB

Runner up’s

John the Baptist came before Jesus to affect change in the world.
Christ came before the church to affect change in the world.
The internet came before the perfected body of Christ and is affecting change in the world.
Let’s get connected so that the world will Know that we are all that we are a people of God.
Surrender your head to the headship of Jesus Christ.
Crucify your flesh to a spiritual awakening in Christ.
Go in to all the world and publish the gospel.
Get connected to each other at the speed of Light in holiness.
Without holiness no man will see God.
We are the Light of the world, runner up to Jesus Christ Himself.

A so we dance so we free

Fight on
We are here today
gone tomorrow
Like blowing dust in the wind
A so I dance asowe we free.

I worship the man of my flesh and bone.
Lord know’s how he persecute me.
I worship in a Spirit tried and true.
A so we dance a so we free.
We are spirit tried and true.

Projecting thy will
Oh Lord my God.
Cause it is you that I pool from.
The the great I am.

From dust I am
And to dust I return
Here today and gone tomorrow.
Sowe dance asowe free.
Son of man will you dance with me.
You are The I am that I am
And I worship you in spirit.
As the story goes oh righteous man in his time.
We are righteous in our time.
Evel without yet righteous within.
A warrior’s gate between heaven and hell,
The Devil without and Jesus within.
Like two sides of a coin paying dues.
But the gates of hell will not prevail
Because greater is He than is within
than he that is without.
There is a battle raging in my heart.
The battle is won
my soul is save
Still I must fight for my place in the promise land.
There are times when we are week
But glory be to God
He won the war
My soul is saved.
Fight on till you reach the promise land
The battle might be hard
The battle might be long
But rest assured the war is won. Repeat

Hell No!

Hell No! 

While we establish our churches on the rock of Jesus,

Jesus said that on the knowledge of Knowing Him by the revelation of God The Father He will build His church.

And the gates of Hell will not prevail against it.

That is you and that is me,

But who are we to boast.

We are proactive by confessing with integrity that Jesus is The Christ Son of the Living God.

That is you and that is me.

But who are we to boast.

We can build our steeples to be seen for miles.

We can draft bylaws to segregate ourselves.

But not until it becomes a saint to confess that Jesus is  The Christ, The Son of The living God.

Until then Hell will enlarge itself on the Bodies of great men.

We measure our success on the affluences of the rich,

Who persecute and enslave us.

But the church that Jesus builds we measure not

for the humbleness of our God.

There is no census to measure the statue of this Man.

Through Christ we accomplish much more that money could buy,

the merchandise of His Spirit  is more than silver or gold.

We have the authority of a mighty angel,

To declare things not as though they were.

It’s no secret anymore, of what our Father has in store.

In all that they do comes to nothing,

except where there is advantage for the workings of God.

Let our prayers be heard from within our doors, where the gate of Hell has invaded.

Let our worship be whispered in the most unlikely places, where Hell is broadcast.

Let our love for God and each other be reveled in our conversations, one to another.

And the gates of Hell will not prevail. GB


Matthew 16:15-19 the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”

New International Version (NIV)

15 “But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?”

16 Simon Peter answered, “You a

onah, for this was not revealed to you by flesh and blood, but by my Father in heaven. 18 And I tell you that you are Peter,[a] and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades[b] will not overcome it. 19 I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven; whatever you bind on earth will be[c] bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be[d] loosed in heaven.”

Evangelism required.

Before we experience revival we need to evangelize our churches.
Forty days after the resurrection Jesus walked among the people showing Himself. Prior to His death he lived for thirty-three years preparing for that death, burial and resurrection.
If we were to die and be resurrected, would we do the same? If we die to Him we now live in Him. Let’s show ourselves projecting a resurrected Christ to the world. This is the single most important purpose for every believer. By the example of the resurrected Christ, evangelism is the only option.

By example of Jesus appearing to many of His followers proves that even Christians needs to be evangelized. The gospel is making appearances in all forms of media, and that’s very good. Unfortunately here there is no touching of the Body Of Christ to handle Him. In our tents of meetings we have substituted ourselves for well promoted productions on stage. I truly enjoy the talents that appears From our stages, but I miss the handeling of The Body Of Christ. I’m not saying it doesn’t exist, but it appears to be in hiding or too spiritual to be seen globally. While we wait for His appearance globally let every believer show Him globally by example of the forty days Christ showed Himself before departing.

◄ 2 Timothy 4:5 ►

Genesis 4:10
Genesis 4:10
If God heard the blood of Able crying out from the ground. How much more the blood of Jesus. Lets not forget the cross and all it’s benefits. Let evil be evil and good be good until the time of separation. There is no middle ground between good and evil. Only the blood of Jesus.

I became interested in music as a child watching my father play his steel guitar. He brought it back from Florida then I began teaching myself to play it. Since then the guitar has been a close companion absorbing all my spare time. Considering that I played every chance I get, maybe it’s the other way around. My home is still filled with music.
Not long ago I clicked on my daughter’s voice note and was blessed to here her personalize a version to one of my songs.
St. Elizabeth Jamaica.
It is late afternoon and the birds are settling in for the night. The road is still warm to my feet from the blistering heat. A lone happy hour patron sips on a Red Stripe. It won’t be long now.  This little town square will be the center of attraction. The locals will compete to prove their hand with a deck of cards or on the pool table. It’s been a long time, but I remember well my childhood home in Newell, St. Elizabeth, Jamaica WI. My father, the Tailor, played the Steel Guitar.  Cepheus, the Shoemaker, played the Banjo, and Jakie, the Farmer, played acoustic, and me on air guitar. I was such a happy lad.

It was there and then, I began learning guitar. I was a promising student in English and a model student in Math. Then I added a music workshop outfitted with guitars and pianos. My music teacher was impressed with how I played my father’s steel guitar, a positive reinforcement that was to influence the rest of my life.

Music is to be heard anywhere at any time. As a musician, my own life is enriched with playing, writing and producing music. I have never heard anyone express their disdain for music. I want to breach the barriers of hate with music. Right now Reggae is the best way to describe my style of music. Reggae offers me the vantage point to meet and greet all styles of musical expression. With today’s technology, I can’t imagine what will emerge and be lasting. I believe the guitar will be the continued superstar. Guitar players will continue to break the sound barrier, and reflect the generation much like the Beatles. Not forgetting all the other greats, and all the unsung heroes that influence them. There are many artists that I admire. Bob Marley is my number one. Besides being a master in reggae music, life in all its twists and turns embrace him. He was hot or he was cold, whatever one’s opinion might be, he was not a placid performer.

I began my ambition for music as my father and his friends played the bars, and I watched from afar. I have played the clubs a time or two, but never until I played in the spirit of God did I feel what I saw as my father played that old steel guitar. Life is filled with twists and turns, but God watches us all. I hope this project will be the release of all the inspiration and aspiration my soul has to offer musically. GB

Brooklyn New York.
Thanks for visiting my page, I’m glad you are here. Say what you think about, and download if you do. If you don’t like, tell me. I would like to know.
All the instrument are played by me with a GR30. A GNX1 guitar Processor.The drum tracks were done with a idm02. The recording is with a Tascam 2488 neo. The guitar is a Rockwood Pro.
I’m completely self taught on the use of all this equipment, writing and producing as ago. All this for less than $1500. An avid bargain hunter but as for my experience in reggae music I’m priceless, simply confounding to the wise and prudent.
I remember my first plane flight from Jamaica to Queens New York. From warm and sunny Jamaica to the blistering January winter in Brooklyn New York. From my window seat the city lights were like flying above the stars. On the ground I left the airport with my head hanging out the car window. My ears was so cold but I always drive with my head out the window. I thought that after a few miles the wind would warm up. Mom have me some ear muffs and globes and dropped me off at Winthrop Junior High in the year 1975 in the dead of winter.
In less than a week I was enrolled in school. You could say I hit the ground running. In a culture shock I went from Junior High to college in four years. That was until I used my college grant to buy a Gibson Les Paul from Sam Ash in Manhattan. With that I played the reggae clubs some of Jamaica’s reggae finest. There I met the most attractive girl I’ve ever seen and got married in 1985.
For the first time in life music took a back seat in my heart. Now I have a wife three children and a Sunburst Les Paul Gibson Guitar and Living in Tennessee USA. The land of The Blues and Country music. No one I met there has ever heard of reggae or Bob Marley. Everybody wanted to know where I’m from and how I learned to play that Island style music. I’m from Jamaica I replied, that’s how we rock. I never did fit in the Bible Belt of Cleveland or Memphis, but it’s all good. I sponsored a gospel reggae concert with Newly converted Dobby Dobson as the head liner. I financed it with cd’s I recorded and sold to my co-workers and church friends. By now the kids are all grown up and I had already pawned my Sunburst Gibson Les Paul for a trip to my father’a funeral in Brooklyn New York. If you don’t find this very interesting musically, stay tuned it get’s more main stream.

It’s by accident I came across Songcast. The process was so easy to upload and distribute. Before I knew what I was doing I started clicking away on my iPhone. Who know’s I just might buy another Gibson Les Paul. That darn thing is so heavy I’ll have to sit when I play. Maybe I’ll get that one Bob Marley used. In the future indie music might ask more of me. It’s all good, God is good. Whatever I’ve given up for the love of God will be returned many times over. And if not It was fun.


Walking Down The Avenue
Walking down on the avenue,

see the blind one selling roses.

A panhandler with a master degree,

top ten in the class of ninety nine.

No need to worry about the youth on the corner,

cause the money in your pocket is a replica.

We’ve buried the last of Hitler’s regime,

and the Jews all rally around Israel.

Saints in the sky in quiet serene

on a back drop rumble of an A train.

Walking down on the Avenue

See the blind one selling roses.

There is no need for retaliation

this is just an observation.

Man and man a look for peace

anyway to get some release.

With a chip on your shoulder and a chip in your hand

Walking on the Avenue.

I can’t find no peace
in this new age religion.

Gone are the praises in this vision.

I hear the old ones cry out from their hiding place

As they look to the sky for a good day to die.
Walking down on life’s freeway
I remember the vision of the Black Man.
From Africa to America and all the regions throughout the Caribbean.
In a blood sweat and tears in harmony to overcome Martin Luther lamented his vision.
Music identifies the times of life as time creates music that stays in our hearts.
Born in Jamaica now living in Memphis Tennessee, Gairey Blake aspires to be what God has made him to be. A singer singer writer influenced in time by the Word of God.