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Stories of Beijing--Part Two

A dark tunnel under the streets of Beijing
A mother tries to wake her child from his bed of newspaper
She looks frail and lost
He looks hungry and weak
My brother and I, well fed and healthy
Watch this scene with the itch of tears starting to form
We look at each other in the shame of being blessed
And without a word, we walk up to her, emptying our pockets on the way
She recoils at first, and I can't help but think of a beaten dog
My composure wants to fail
I want to cry
Instead, I give her the brightest and most gentle smile I can muster
We hold out our hands, wishing we could do more for them
She looks at it, and quickly looks back at us ... in shock ... or suspicion
We nod, and she takes the 500 RMB, enough to feed them for quite some time
It's all we had on us, and anything less would have insulted our purpose there
Few things are as great, as giving til' it hurts ... giving all
Looking at the ground, she takes our hands and kisses them
She's crying, and doesn't want to look at us
I duck down so she has to look at me, and she does
I kiss her hand like she did mine and smile at her again
She smiles back ... and it is a thing of pure beauty
The whole world couldn't buy the memory of that smile from me
We came out of the other side of the tunnel ... penniless ... 
The richest men alive


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FATAL ATTRACTION

FATAL ATTRACTION
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His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs

Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering 

His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares

Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm

Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death

Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing

She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION


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Mary Magdalene

One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
To me it seemed just one more night--
Like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
Would hear the tinkling of the bells,
Would see the garish harlot's robe
And painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
It did not matter much to me--
A nobleman, Samaritan,
A Roman or a Pharisee,
Someone would pause and with one glance
Strip me again of maiden pride,
And leaving, later, never know
The shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
He would not see my hollow heart
Nor hear me curse him for his pay.
T was then I saw a band of men
Approaching down the narrow road;
There should be one among that crowd
Who wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
My loneliness and misery.

I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He sups at Simon's house__
All day the dusty paths we roamed;
But, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
Small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
Till from His side I cannot stay;
I'll wash His feet with tears of love
And with my hair wipe them away.


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SHAKEN BUT NOT BROKEN

 
FROM THE MOMENT THAT SHE MET HIM 
SHE WAS AWESTRUCK!!! 
HE HAD THE WORDS, HE HAD THE CLOTHES, HE HAD THE LOOK 
HE HAD THIS SMOOTH, UNCANNY WAY 
THAT EASED HIM RIGHT THROUGH HER DEFENSES 
THAT LEFT HER DANGLING, HELPLESS...FROM HIS HOOK 
SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN WOMAN, AND 
SHE MINISTERED IN CHURCH 
HAD NEVER KNOWN A MAN LIKE THIS BEFORE 
A MAN WHO KNEW THE BIBLE 
EVERY CHAPTER...EVERY VERSE 
A CHARISMA, SHE FOUND TOO HARD TO IGNORE 
HE DATED HER THE CHRISTIAN WAY 
SHE MET HIS FAMILY 
THIS HUMAN BROOM, WHO SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET 
RESISTING EVERY SEXUAL URGE 
UNTIL THEIR WEDDING NIGHT 
BUT ON THAT NIGHT, HE TOOK HER, HOT, AND SWEET 
HER SPIRIT KNEW, BEFORE HER "MIND" CAUGHT ON 
SOMETHING HAD CHANGED 
A HORROR UNEXPLAINED HAD GRIPPED HER SOUL 
THIS CHRISTIAN MAN SHE MARRIED 
HAD TURNED OUT TO BE A DEMON 
AND HER COMPLETE DESTRUCTION, WAS HIS GOAL 
WITH COLD METHODIC PURPOSE 
HE HAD PLANNED HIS WIFE'S DEMISE 
HE GAVE HER AIDS, AND THOUGHT HER FATE WAS SEALED 
SHE WAS SHAKEN, BUT NOT BROKEN 
AND WITH STEADFAST FAITH, SHE SHOUTED... 
"THANK YOU JESUS! BY HIS STRIPES, I'M HEALED!!! 
HE HAD COME TO CHURCH TO FIND A SAINT 
WHOSE LIFE HE COULD DESTROY 
THE DEVIL WRAPPED, IN CHRISTIAN MALE ATTIRE 
HE GOT IN THROUGH HER EGO 
AND DESIRE TO BE LOVED 
BUT OH PRAISE GOD, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR 
THE LESSON HERE, THE DEVIL 
GOES TO CHURCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO 
DELIGHTING IN DESTRUCTION OF THE FLOCK 
AND SHOULD YOU FIND YOURSELF A TARGET 
OF HIS DEADLY PURPOSE 
REMEMBER, ALWAYS...JESUS, IS YOUR ROCK! 

AMEN! 


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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


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THE SEARCHING HEART

I look through the crystal waters
Running through the quiet woods
Walking along the shores
In search of the man from Galilee

I asked the wind, where it had driven him
I asked the storm, did you strike him
I asked the mad man, did you hurt him
I asked the centurion, have you killed him 

None answered, but with a sigh they shunned me
I went to the caves, where he spent his nights
I went to the temple, where he taught
I went to the praetorium, where they judged him
I went to the Pharisee, to seek to see him but they said
He was the fee for the fees of the deeds of the seeds like the sand of the sea

I run after him as they pushed him through the streets
His mother and brethren were wallowing in tears
With few words, he comforted them
I followed with my mind, but now my heart yearns after him
The hands of men took him to Golgotha and
Finally I found him on the cross
And I knew it was for my sake he hanged 

I left in tears, hearing tearings in the temple 
I asked the disciple, where they laid him
I asked the guards, where they kept him
I asked the gardener, if he can show me
But the angel asked me, why seek him here

Where else, who else, and why ask, I said
But the voice that answered was still, small and peaceful
Like the voice of the shepherd, when he grazed us
He asked me, why I weep and comforted me
He said to me; you are free; you are saved; you are mine
Then together we worshipped as he disappeared in our eye
To where, some asked
In your hearts he answered
I found the dead Jesus, alive in my heart and he lives forever.


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Internet Angel

	One day
Social Worker came
Said, received a call about me
Reported someone harassing me
Answered, worry not, “I’m fine”
[Eternal] God’s taking care of me.

Couple of days
Police detective came, Katie
Interviewed me
Took a copy of Cris picture
Even his son’s picture
Very worried
Brought 2 Social Workers
I took a test, told them the truth
She said, “Oh…He got scammed”
Told them not to worry,” I’m fine”
Said depending with test result
They’ll contact me
Never heard from them ‘til now
Told them “Father Christ got my back”


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THE SAVIOR

MY ALL IN ALL

MY EVERYTHING

MY ROCK.

THE ONE WHO KEEPS ME SANE.

THE ONE WHO GIVES ME STRENGTH.

HE IS MY LORD, MY SAVIOR, THE MESSIAH.

THE ONE WHO SPEAKS TO ME THE ONE WHO TOUCHES MY HEART.

THE ONE WHO DIED ON THE CROSS FOR MY SINS.

THE ONE WHO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR ALL FUTURE CHRISTIANS.

A TEACHER OF ALL TEACHERS AND A MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKERS OF THEM ALL.

HIS NAME IS JESUS AND HE IS MY SAVIOR.


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Purpose we are on earth

We are on earth to know To love Eternal God To do good according to His will And to go someday in heaven Human being means to come from Eternal God To go back to Eternal God The Truth is Our origins goes back farther than our parents Our parents are Eternal God’s tool For us to be on earth Sometimes we feel our Creator is near Sometimes we feel nothing at all So that we might find the way home Eternal God sent His Eternal Son Who freed us from sin Save us from the Eternal Father’s world destruction Eternal God, wanted to destroy the world Depressed People He created were sinning Eternal Son stopped Him Eternal Father is Yahweh Means “I AM” Eternal Son is Jesus Christ He is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church We call Catholic priest, father Represent Father Christ He is the Highest Priest The Eternal Father is in Him Jesus Christ is Father Christ He is the way The Truth The Life 4092013


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The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)


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