Heaven Upon Earth Ministry, Egypt
Dr. Tharwat Maher
www.HeavenUponEarth.com
دكتور/ ثروت ماهر
خدمة السماء على الأرض/مصر
وجه أسد ووجه نسر
صلوات نبوية قبل عظة: شفاء النفس واطلاق السلطان الروحي ٢٠٢٤
سلسلة مفاتيح السلطان الروحي 2024
الأربعاء 27 مارس 2024
د. ثروت ماهر

خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر
الاجتماع الأسبوعي - الأربعاء من كل أسبوع 6:00 مساءً - كنيسة المثال المسيحي - شبرا - شيكولاني - محطة مترو مسرة
اجتماع الشباب - الخميس من كل أسبوع 6:00 مساءً - بيت عمانوئيل - قاعة عمانوئيل - الفجالة
اجتماع الأخوات (الشابات والسيدات) - الاثنين من كل أسبوع 6:30 مساءً - بيت عمانوئيل - قاعة ليديا - الفجالة

وجه أسد ووجه نسر/ صلوات نبوية/ د. ثروت ماهر/ الأربعاء 27 مارس/ قبل عظة شفاء النفس وإطلاق السلطان

ياللي أمامك حياتي من قبل تكويني - خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر

كنيسة فيلادلفيا (الباب المفتوح) |  الأخ فليمون متواضع

Heaven Upon Earth Ministry, Egypt
Dr. Tharwat Maher 
www.khwaterro7ya.blogspot.com.eg
www.heavenuponearth.com
سلسلة عظات: يسكن المجد أرضنا
د. ثروت ماهر
تسبيح وصلوات قبل عظة يفتح لك الرب كنزه الصالح فيفيض المجد!   2025 
خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر
الاجتماع الأسبوعي - الأربعاء من كل أسبوع
صيف 2025
الأربعاء 20 أغسطس

خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر
الاجتماع الأسبوعي - الأربعاء من كل أسبوع 6:00 مساءً - كنيسة المثال المسيحي - شبرا - شيكولاني - محطة مترو مسرة
اجتماع الشباب - الخميس من كل أسبوع 6:30 مساءً - بيت عمانوئيل - قاعة عمانوئيل - الفجالة
اجتماع الشبات والسيدات - الاثنين من كل أسبوع 6:30 مساءً - بيت عمانوئيل - قاعة ليديا - الفجالة

تسبيح عظة يفتح لك الرب كنزه الصالح فيفيض المجد!/ 20 أغسطس 2025/ د. ثروت ماهر/ السماء على الأرض- مصر

حياة تصنع فرقًا .. د. يوحنا رضا

خذني بقرب قلبك - خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر

لن يسلب العدو مني شيئًا + أستطيع كل شيء + نعظم دم يسوع الخروف المذبوح + روحك لنا يشعل قلوبنا - خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر

رنموا لله يا كل الشعوب - خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر

The Town (prod. bloom x arcane)

Lyrics:
In us something growls—no plea, just sign;
Dress shoes full of forest sand—ready on the line.
On paths where memory powders down to dust,
Too soon departed; breath turns slow and hushed.
Family, tradition—half-bowed in the rite;
I lift a little pebble—same longing, tight.
My polished soles scrape hard along time’s flint;
We cling to leaves that whisper in the…

Wind over us, wind on the face,
Wind—wind—our hearts grow soft and light.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

No grave—only ash that travels, lets go in the wind;
Learn to bear what will not fall—be patient, kind.
Small stones in my palm—mute language, broken band;
We honor without signs—the breathing no-man’s land.
Between the ribs a hollow bell is spanned;
It rings for all we carry like a handful of sand.

[Chorus] (2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

She stands—a young widow—still in the square;
Her voice cuts through manners—pain’s the only prayer.
Relics I call pebbles—steam and moss for heat;
Too-early leaving cuts the hand; time ticks in linen sheet.

I weigh the stones—can weight restore his place?
I whisper, “Where’s his grave?”—too hurried a chase.
He sighs, “Only ash—no granite, no stone.”
Our shoulders drop; the silence walks alone.
“Ash,” he repeats—like air above the sea;
I nod, let go, and trace the edge more free.
Names rise like grains; what’s near fits in the hand—
Enough for those who stay to understand.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

Hearts Soft and Light

BOOKLET: https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1377739/five-the-fifth-season-booklet.pdf

CHAPTER 7. THE FIFTH SEASON - CROSSROADS
“COULD IT GET ANY WORSE?” depicts the planet’s absolute collapse after unchecked climate catastrophe, a future where sun and seasons have vanished beneath an “iron cloud” and the natural cycles that once sustained life are permanently broken.  Images of “rivers rust,” “fields of ash” and “oceans of stone” turn the world into a silent graveyard, while children’s brittle dreams and the earth that “forgets our every name” signal not just ecological ruin but the erasure of human history and memory.  The song’s slow, echoing piano and final low hum amplify the sense of irrevocable loss, transforming the piece into a stark warning of what humanity risks if it fails to act.

Report: “COULD IT GET ANY WORSE?” – A Worst-Case Climate Scenario
Executive Summary
“COULD IT GET ANY WORSE?” presents an imagined end-state in which humanity has failed to prevent runaway climate breakdown and ecological collapse.  It functions as both a cautionary narrative and a stark artistic depiction of what unchecked warming, ecosystem failure and cascading social crises could produce. The song’s minimalist, mournful style mirrors the emptiness of the world it describes.

Key Themes in the Lyrics
1.Permanent Loss of Sunlight and Seasonal Cycles
The “iron cloud” and the absence of dawn evoke a planet where the natural rhythms of light and dark have been permanently disrupted—whether by runaway atmospheric pollution, volcanic-scale geoengineering misfire, or the smoke of global wildfire.  This symbolizes the death of the very conditions that once sustained life.
2.Total Ecosystem Collapse
“Rivers rust” and “fields of ash, oceans of stone” indicate that water cycles and fertile land have failed.  Soil fertility is gone, oceans are lifeless, and the biosphere’s regenerative capacity is spent.
3.Extinction of Human and Non-human Life
The lines “stars fall silent” and “dreams as brittle as winter’s bones” convey the finality of mass extinction and the psychological desolation of the few survivors, if any remain.
4.Social and Cultural Erasure
“The earth forgets our every name” suggests not only the loss of individual lives but the disappearance of human history and memory.  Civilisation’s narrative is erased along with its environment.

Scientific Correlates
This scenario extrapolates from the worst projections of current climate science—such as a high-end warming trajectory beyond 4 °C, large-scale ice sheet collapse, and feedback loops (methane release from permafrost, forest dieback) that amplify warming.  Combined with societal breakdown, these processes could produce chronic darkness from mega-fires and aerosols, global food and water scarcity, and irreversible biodiversity loss.

Cultural and Ethical Implications
As art, “COULD IT GET ANY WORSE?” functions not as prophecy but as warning.  By stripping away hope, it dramatizes what is at stake if political will and collective action fail.  Its bleakness serves to jolt audiences out of complacency, underscoring the ethical imperative to act while the chance for mitigation and adaptation remains.

Conclusion
The song is a sonic dystopia—a speculative report from a future in which humanity ignored every warning.  It crystallizes the ultimate cost of inaction: a planet without dawn, where both nature’s memory and humanity’s story have been erased.  Its power lies not in predicting an inevitable fate, but in making tangible the stakes of the present moment and the urgency of choosing a different path.


COULD IT GET ANY WORSE?  (FIVE 7.1)

ترانيم وصلوات نبوية لدكتور ثروت ماهر وفريق خدمة السماء على الأرض - من اجتماعات خدمة السماء على الأرض- مصر

الاجتماع العام كل يوم أربعاء الساعة ٦:٠٠ مساءً 
بكنيسة المثال المسيحي شبرا ـ مصر

اجتماع الشابات والسيدات كل يوم اثنين 
الساعة ٦:٣٠ مساءً ببيت عمانوئيل بالفجالة قاعة ليديا

اجتماع الشباب كل يوم خميس الساعة ٦:٣٠ مساءً ببيت عمانوئيل بالفجالة قاعة عمانوئيل.

خذني بقرب قلبك - خدمة السماء على الأرض - مصر

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