When Dereck Rose first went to Israel, he intended to stay there for Three months, but ended up staying five years. In the Holy Land he discovered who he was.
Jamaican born Dereck came to England as a child and grew up in Brixton. He discovered his musical talent in church and at 16 bought his first guitar and taught himself to play it.
His career in music took him to many countries, including the USA, Jamaica, Tunisia, France, Italy, Denmark and Germany. But it was in Israel that he came into his own as a musician and spiritual being.
“I was drawn to Israel from my Sunday school days when I heard all the Stories that took place in Jerusalem, Bethlehem, Nazareth and all those Amazing places that the Bible speaks about”, says Dereck. “I felt I was Destined to go there”
He spent a month with a friend who’d invited him to the country, then after feeling a great zealousness, he packed his bags, took his guitar and headed for Tel-Aviv where he bought a tent and lived on the beach for almost three months. It was in “Lifta”, a beautiful abandoned Arab village in a valley near Jerusalem, that he pitched his tent under a some fig trees and lived there for one year writing many of these beautiful songs. “It was a truly peaceful place with spring water that made me happy after I washed in it, and ancient stone houses”, says Dereck, who speaks reminiscently of cooking on open fires and washing his clothes in the spring. While busking one day, two guys asked him if he was interested i
MASTER PLAN VERSUS RELIGION:
At the age of 19 my Mother moved from Dalvey, St Thomas to live in Kingston Jamaica where she shared an apartment 8-9 years with 2 other girls, one of them was my fathers cousin, so that’s how they met, though my mother described it as, “Claiming to visit his cousin every time he came, until he popped the question of marriage to her one day”, so they finally got married in August 1952, then she moved to Redlands in Clarendon and I was born the following year August 1953, until my father emigrated to London in 1955. Up until she met my father, she studied and learned how to be a seamstress, and described herself as, “An ordinary working person” so before long she was making her own clothes, c
THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH, SO HELP ME GOD.:
SOME PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THE TRUTH BECAUSE IT HURTS, THE BIBLE SAYS; TRUTH SETS US FREE, SO IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, THEN YOU GO AND EXAMINE YOUR OWN SELVES. THE TRUTH I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS SOMETHING ABOUT BLACK AMERICA, HOW A TROUBLED PEOPLE WHO BATTLED THROUGH SLAVERY, ONGOING RACISM AND WHITE AMERICAN OPPRESSION, ARE STILL TIED DOWN, SHACKLED, AND FETTERED TO THINK THAT CALLING THEIR ONE ANOTHER n***S, MOTHERf***ERS, DAWGS (DOGS), h** (WHORES) AND ALL KINDS OF NAMES ARE COOL. IF ANY FOOTBALLER CALLED THESE NAMES TO OTHER BLACK PLAYERS ON THE FIELD DURING A GAME, WE ALL KNOW TOO WELL WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO THAT PLAYER, HE WOULD BE BOOKED, SENT OFF, FINED, OR EVEN MISS A FEW GAMES BY THE FOOTB
BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER NOW:
What grievousness and pain she endured
What strength and magnitude she possessed,
What love and blessings she had given and got,
The ups and downs of life, sometimes a living hell
But triumphantly, she had given up all for Messiah,
And now, she lay at peace with us, and ever so still,
secrets stolen from the living, lay buried
Until the judgement, never to be revealed
Only to the Maker all her secret works he knows,
Mother, we loved you,
But, it doesn't matter now we must still go on.
To look upon your empty mortal frame
Where once was soul and spirit, is the glory of God
As you lay flesh and bones, lifeless like first mold.
Of all the powers that men possess on e...
So many castles left in ruins
And civilisations razed to the ground,
Around the forts people built their cities
Where prosperity and riches were easily found.
The peasants brought in the harvest
While Chancellor and councillors collect,
The king, his knights and his armies
From barbarians their kingdom they protect.
It’s like the similitude of a crocodile
Opened-mouth and floating in the water,
While the birds fly in to toothpick his teeth
But once hungry, he'll devour your daughter.
They're both doing themselves a favour
And in the end they find their relief,
But those feathered ones who boldly eat
Are more fragile than a giant leaf.
Why build economies around a castle?...
The Mount of transfiguration:
I finally decided to make my pilgrimage to mount Tabor in the north of Israel, so I took a bus from Tel Aviv heading north and got off a couple of stops from a place called Afula. When I got off the bus I had to cross over a muddy field narrowly avoiding cattle’s, as they probably had never seen a black man on their patch before. The monastery was built like an ancient castle on a mound, which was surrounded by a village that I had to pass, and then up through an olive grove to reach the edge of the mount. When you look at the mountain from afar off it seems like it would be so easy to climb, but once you get to the bottom, it was like standing at the feet of a big giant. I’d always been so
Don't let any man take your crown:
Simon Peter who was a follower of Jesus Christ, said unto him in St. John 13:37, that he would lay down his life for his sake, yet in St. John 18:25-27 he denied that he ever knew him three times. yet Jesus said to Peter in St. John 21:15-17 that he should feed his Lambs and Sheep's,
None of us are perfect in any way, and The Lord knows it. I am not perfect but these words I speak with all authority.
In Revelations 3:11 it says, Behold I come quickly; Hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown.
Only a King or Queen wears a crown in this world, so don't be fooled, your crown means "YOUR HEAD, YOUR MIND"
Always be true to yourself, In the very end of all this, it is you w...
mother said I was born wicked-page 48:
After the merriments of Christmas
And the New Year had now been past,
January’s snowfall was glistening
Upon the trees and grass.
Christmas is just one special day
That we wait a whole year for,
And then before we know it
It’s gone right through the door.
In those days it was a special time
None of this secret Santa business,
Receiving gifts from siblings
But don’t even know who it is.
To be a miser has become the norm
In these modern yuletide days,
People find all kinds of excuses
To avoid expense in many ways
Once upon a time we looked forward
Spending time with family or friend,
Now everyone wants to go on holidays
So they don’t have to give or pretend.
mother said I was born wicked-page 47:
After the grace was finally said
And around the table we sat,
The food looked so yummy
And the turkey was nice and fat,
My father sliced up the roasted bird
Like the head-man’s expected to do,
While the rest of us pulled some crackers
Filled with paper hats, and jokes no one knew.
The first and second course
Was all my belly could take
I ate so much that I had to stop
To loosen my trousers and take a break.
Mother asked if we all would like
Some pudding with Ice cream and jelly,
“No way” I said, “I’m filled right up
I’ll sit and watch some telly.
When everyone was finished eating
We all sat and had a laugh,
To every joke that was told
No matter how stupid or daft.
mother said I was born wicked-page 46:
Mother said I was born wicked, Life in a rhyme, Page 46
Christmas morning was now upon us
And outside was white with snow,
Santa Claus had long been gone
At least who she was, we know.
Everything seemed so joyful and still
As I watched the Christmas lights flash,
holding on tightly to my silver gun
Wearing a plastic cowboy moustache.
My brother had the smallest gun
And was jealous so we started to fight,
The big one’s mine I said to him
Mummy put it on my bed last night.
Well the chocolates kept him quiet
As he filled up his tipper truck,
With bounty’s, mars bars and toffees
And the driver who was a rubber duck.
Breakfast was always ackees and saltfish
Fried dumplins and ...
THE UK POPPY OF REMEMBRANCE DAY:
11th OF November is the day of remembrance in the UK for all those who fought in the world wars. If it were not for those brave men who went to war to defend the country, many of us would not be here today, or maybe we would be all speaking German if Hitler had his way. This England is a multi-cultural country but yet it is still divided, because thousands of people live here who don't even know anything about this country, or how freedom was won by those unknown dead, but thank God there are those who still have those words written in their hearts, " WE WILL REMEMBER THEM" I will also.
I as a black person in this society, I wear a red Poppy because Black people also fought in the wars. Man...