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Fallen Heroes

From the day I was conceived God had for me a plan - He wanted me to get involved to help 
my fellow man - I know some were against it but God knows what is best - Since the day He 
took me home I've had perfect rest - Heaven is so beautiful - I'm walking streets of gold and 
now I'm serving others including saints of old - I know some still have anger about the way I 
died but God and I both have seen the many tears you've cried - He is a God of comfort - His 
love will never cease - Give your feelings to Him and He will give you peace - As painful as I 
know it is please don't hold a grudge - Remember this my loved ones - God alone will judge  
Then on that resurrection day when all the dead will rise - The Lord will reunite us together in 
the skies - So don't give up dear friends - my memory is alive - Put your trust in the Lord 
and I know you will survive.

                       In Memory Of All Fallen Soldiers, Police and Firefighters


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The Gift To God, I Gave To Give -

To myself to I, to God I asked
what nature of sample shall I give,

the tribute must be something, already possessed
and not a thing to be acquired or easily accessed,
what type of treasure, what placid pleasure,
what measure of scintillating success should be expressed,

many feelings, dealings, winnings and blessings I have
like the menificent merchant of an ageless & melancholy market,
however I am disinterested in the buying & selling of impressive items,
something of my core should be present, priceless, respirative,

multitudes give Deity thick thanks in pompous prayers
or grim graveling of worship,
others offer animal immolation or coin from shallow pocket,

as does everyone I experience the panic of pain,
that terrible teacher of no remorse whose curriculum 
makes carion of cowards,
but as a student of Life and thus a pupil of pain
I realised that my mind can be a calm cistern,
my heart a coffer of adversity's copious rewards,

the determination is made,
my proudest possession, enlightenment derived from pain,
enchanting and admonishing like the howls hungry beasts,
a gift of character, a jewel of dreams manifest,
God accepted and said,
" Someone, somewhere, somehow is suffering to better feats" -

J.A.B.


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To Believe or Not To Believe: The Power of Unbelief

your belief system is the major indication
of what you can accomplish with positive validation
if you can see it, you can achieve
if you can perceive it, you can believe it

underachievers are always underestimating themselves
non-achievers are always looking for a handout and the most help
average achievers do only what is usually just required
but overachievers strive to realize their heart's desire

in The Bible Mark 6:5-6 are two of the saddest scriptures to me
it tells of the time when Jesus went to His birth place
to spread His Father's ministry
it is somewhat troubling to me when He could find there no relief
because the Nazarenes were in a mind set of utter unbelief
even though He had worked many miracles
in most every town he had ventured to
the citizens of Nazareth were unwilling to give Him His proper due
a showdown in Nazareth, Jesus trying to evangelize God's word
but they saw Him only as the carpenter's son attempting to do the absurd

the power of God can only manifest in an arena of positivity
it can not gown nor gravitate in an atmosphere of negativity
Jesus was rendered powerless, the passion in Him had subsided
because the unbelieving Nazarenes remained unyielding 
and completely one-sided

there is a significant amount of unbelief
in many church congregations
where some are just sayers of the Word
and don't believe in the power of the consecration
it takes one drop of negativity
to yield a whole crop of unbelieveability
understand that the Living God can't work in anyone's life
if they are in a state of mind clouded by negativity and strife
there is nothing that can't be accomplished if you know this in your heart
that God can work miracles just believe in His powers from the start
for God can move mountains, He can make a river divide
His powers are omnipotent, just keep a positive attitude in mind

don't undermine God's purpose for you life, allow Him some control
don't underestimate what He can do for you, if you surrender to Him your soul
always look for the victory, don't settle for defeat or loss
use the power of your belief, the power of the blood, the crown and the cross

if you believe God can open doors
what more could you ask for
just believe with God that you can do it
just trust in Him and let Him prove it
just believe in the power that is Jesus Christ
and imagine what you can accomplish
if you just let Him work in your life






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If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see

If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty?

In order to paint a picture of me loving God 
I would have to access all the experiences that to me life did impart
did I have a good relationship with my mom and my dad?
was it loving and supportive or distant and sad?
did I get along with my siblings? did we look out for each other?
did we play and love each other like true sisters and brothers?
were my needs being meet? did I ever learn to trust and believe?
am I balanced enough to cope according to the lessons in life I've received?

Multi-generational, familial or systemic social receptions
all of this has played a part in my life perceptions
we all have distortions in every aspect of our living
we now must deal with the reality at this time we've been given

was my life exactly as I remember? or are there things that I've repressed?
are there issues that are buried inside me that now make me depressed?
deep-seated anxiety, personal pain and high expectations
feelings of inadequacy, destructive criticism and bouts of frustration
we all have issues that we now need to bring out and discuss
in order to have authentic relationships we need to have real trust
we all have some brokenness that needs to be healed 
so that our full love for the Lord God can one day be revealed

God is not distant like a CEO in the corporate tower
God is not pressuring us with His omnipotent power
God does not keep score He just watches over our souls
God is fair and just and doesn't set for us high goals
God is all embracing He nurtures, instructs and forgives
He's kind, patient and loving in this life to us He did give  

So if I had to paint a picture of what it looks like for me to love God
it would be a colorful canvas of emotions, perceptions and reflections from my heart


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THE MATRIARCH

the matriarch is the oldest female head of a family
and I'm so elated that God has preserved this position for me
I've lived a life that has been almost four scores
and I've seen what my people have had to endure
as I stand here today I'm a living testimony
of the goodness the Lord Our God has given to me
now surrounded by several generations of my loving descents
as the matriarch for me this moment is heaven-sent
to my sons, my daughters, my grands, my cousins and all of my kin
I'm so joyful that I'm able to have this reunion with you once again
may the Lord continue to grant us grace and bless each and everyone
and I pray that I'll see you all next year for my living is not done


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How Majestic

His words! Life and substance, they vomit both, He knits into one big unit. His perfect craft leaving no deficit and the work of his hands, obvious and explicit. Is it the numerous biological processes in just one digit? Or handling the entire earth in one orbit? What about the accurate blending of different physical forces to fit? And the awesome function of the eye in its obit? How majestic is He! That His foot stool the Earth inhabits and His glory not limited to the pulpit. Showering His blessings and not considering merit. Showing His power which has no limit. Glorious and wondrous is this spirit when His favour hits with no end the favoured debits and enjoying full benefits beyond all forms of profit. Oh! How majestic is this being.


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God

God, The One placed above all,
I call Your name in times of tears,
I call Your name in times of laughter.

God, The One placed above all,
I write You this...
You already knew I would,
You already know what comes after it.

God, The One placed above all,
Thank You for life,
Thank You - I feel alive.
These are Your days I live,
The life You planned for me.

God, The One placed above all,
God, I thank You for it all.


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In Reverence To The One Up There

How did we acquire the knowledge of getting food following all protocols and procedures of knowing when the Earth is in a fine mood to give a handshake of bountiful harvest? In search of knowledge and understanding man has explored Nature, down to its hood and due to his short comings, treated humanity unfairly and rude. Knowing the mechanics of an existing phenomenon makes one a happy and creative dude but having no idea how it even existed makes his understanding still bare and nude Under a higher authority, we’re all nursed be it a gentleman with the fine name-Jude or matter in a non-stop pause having no artery of sustenance like the wood Life and existence, wisdom and health, He’s the source Him- not even the microscopes can elude He is existing, everlasting and much more than a force He is no other than God and He is good.


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The face of love

Trying prayer, realising

 it doesn't stop right there.

 You say a prayer and hope

 that its enough, that your

 words of love have reached

 Heaven above. Just stop and

 think how we have asked? Was

 it behind a mask of sorrow and

 shame.Thinking we are not good

 enough to receive a blessed gain.

 We have it all wrong as its what

 Jesus has already done. None are

 worthy its Gods free gift of grace.

 So raise your head, truly open your

 eyes. Look up and realise love does

 have a face, thank you Jesus


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BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.

IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO TEACH OUR YOUNG MEN HOW TO BE A FATHER AND A MAN,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, GOD GAVE YOU THE WISDOM AND THE KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT'S WHY YOU ARE BEING REPRIMANDED,

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL.

THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOU TO GET IT TOGETHER, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE LOST FOREVER,

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD, BE TALL,
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.

GIVE GOD THE GLORY, FOR THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS, DON'T BE ASHAMED TO GIVE HIM PRAISE, HE'S GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO REACH OUT TO HIM, DON'T BE AFRAID OR YOU'LL EITHER SINK OR SWIM.

SO MY BROTHERS, IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL



THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE BROTHERS IN PRISONS AND TIME TO COME HOME






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God Bless This Stump

Along the fair road
On which I amble
I conceived this ode
In which love is ample

God bless this stump
Supporting the tree
That provided so much 
For our futurity

When counting its rings
There can be no doubt
About all the things
That tree brought about

For the pencil to compose
Cherished love letters
On paper I chose
So you’d love me better

And it offered shade
Plus spots to snuggle
Near a lovely glade
Away from life’s struggles

We enjoyed peaches
From that old tree
As we partnered to reach
Picking memories

It blessed our marriage
Shaped as a steeple
And framed the carriage
To make our jaunt regal

And It supplied timbers
For the house we live in
Built with skilled fingers
On boards thick and thin

When cold overtakes
We always say grace
For the warmth it makes
In the brick fireplace

Our love will not slump
It’s always burning
Because of you, stump
Our world keeps turning

For January 2014 Ode contest


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My Princess Growing

Started off so small
Growing so tall
Put Smiles on my face
In my head its Amazing
Grace
Hoping you won't be a static
Changing in every great way 
Its because my princess growing into
A queen

My queen you give me hope
and pride
Dignity and self efficiency you
will be someone Great I owe
it to GOD he gave me a princess 
growing into A queen
You are my light shining when 
I'm in the dark 
You make me not 
want a father not need one
I got you my princess
Growing into A queen

I'm going to raise you right
Tell you everyday how beautiful
you are 
You don't need to hear it from a 
man 
You are my princess growing
Into a queen thanking you for
Giving me hope and pride to
Succeed 

What would I do if
I lost you, God forbid
that come true
Your my life when
there is no hope
You give me strength when 
There is no time
Princess don't worry you won't 
Lose me to drugs,prostitution
Addiction and Eviction 
I'm here to stay 
Because my princess
Growing into a Queen
I will make Great decisions 

Mianna you are my Princess 
Growing Into A Queen
 


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The Journey of a New Dawn

God never fails
He’s the best ever 
Every day is a new day
Miracles surround me 
I have crossed many hurdles
And my paths are laid straight
I walk, I stride, and I jump
in all, all is born
I thank Him for the oil on my head
For the legacy He’s leaving by my tail
Every day I thank HIM
I will always praise HIM
In Him I dwell and have my Being.

Greg Jones


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Earth Missile

O'Lordy, a nuclear missile, yes nuclear.
Bent on control and devastation, control of a nuclear bomb destroying the Earth.
On land when feeling the destruction, fearful, powers of the lord, while seeking
the Lord.
Fearful, frightened, shivering, the day of judgement is only to'so.
How to construe power, fear and destruction.
The power is immense, shivering, a crack in the core.
Fearful, how will I survive?


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GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMEN - REVISED

Hello everyone. I decided to revise the classic Christmas carol God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen - I hope you all enjoy it.

(Of course it helps if you sing along)


GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMEN...REVISED!!!!


God bless us all and keep us safe
throughout this Christmas time,
And if I don't celebrate much - I'm
just a miserable swine,
Santa is drunk as a skunk, 
And he's going to do a bunk,

(Oh whinging is good for my soul,
good for my soul,
Oh the toilet is were I will crawl.)


I do believe the fairy's are out
to badly misbehave,
They are with old Santa Claus - 
they're all snogging in a cave.
But Santa tries to nibble their
ears,
To banish all their fears.

(Oh no it's the police now, they
are here, now we all fear,
Oh no Santa has now turned 
all queer!)


God rest ye merry MPs now,
they drink their Christmas slush,
So they sit down when at work,
and play the Candy Crush.
Then someone takes a photo
shoot,
And now they get the boot.

(Oh MPs are full of merry slush,
and candy crush,
Oh MPs they need a smack in
the mush!)


Tis Christmas time we all know
that, and the TV is all dire,
I read the festive TV guide - 
but I chuck it on the fire. 
The same old stuff is on 
again,
It really is a pain.

(Oh banish this Christmas time
I do say, come what may,
Oh the Tesco staff don't get 
their holiday pay!)


God help me to escape this
world, and the annoying 
mobile phone,
Every time I'm on a bus - I
have to have a moan.
I hear them texting all the
time,
It really should be a crime,

(Oh please god I need a 
holiday, I need to get away,
Please god I do feel such
dismay!)


God bless us all at Christmas
time, the carols I can hear,
But I am sick and tired of
them - I hide my ears in fear.
Begone you carol singers now,
Go and join the 'swingers' row,

(Oh good riddance to this
festive season rap, I now need
a nap,
Oh good night I say - this farce
is a money trap!)


God bless the UK parliament
they are so darn corrupt,
They misbehave and fiddle 
their dues - and then act so
abrupt.
But Sir Guy Fawkes is coming
back
Their backsides he will whack,

(Oh bless us all this Christmas
time ye know, bless us we
know,
Oh bless us all, the starving
and the poor!)

THE END

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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Paths to God

They search for 
the supreme
Many paths lay 
before them

Pantheism 
declared God in all 
a thing
Agnosticism 
suspended verdict 
on God's being
Yi king says gohdt 
is her 
transformation
Atheism found out 
God's hiding
Vampirism says 
God is in her
Taoism supports yi 
king
Confuscianism 
married taoism
Shinto kissed 
confuscianism

Deism rejects 
theism and 
endorses deism
Druze found a 
tender in 
submission and 
wisdom
Eckankar is light 
and sound
He is neither male 
nor female
Gnosticism hid her 
in secret 
knowledge
Scientology kept 
the lion in her 
domain

They continue in 
their quest
The paths are 
seductive

Judaism kept the 
mighty one in an 
ark
Christ sings 
undeserved love 
for all
Islam prays the 
total submission
Buddhism walks 
on the eight-fold 
path
Jainism believes in 
the pure thought
Bahai faith says 
God is one nations 
free from war
Zoroastrianism 
claims she is the 
first monotheism
Creativity 
movement in the 
issue of old

Wicca's scripture is 
the wind and rain
Hinduism kept the 
omnibenevolent in 
the mandira
Hare Krishna isn't 
divorced from 
Hinduism
Caodaism exclaims 
formless and 
nameless
Yazdanism is the 
custodian of the 
pearl
Druidism is a child 
of taoism
Vodun in magic
Bless your friends 
and harm your 
hates

Sikhism joined the 
ladies;
God is in the one 
brotherhood of 
humanity
Satanism jumped 
on him;
Love those who 
love you
Witnesses climbed 
the cliff;
She excerpted the 
synagogue and 
cathedral

The quest continues
The paths are 
multiple
Which is the true 
path to God?
The true path lies 
beyond our blind 
sight
The narrow path 
of truth
The invisible path 
of the spirit
The accurate path 
of reasoning.


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Ode to David

an English Ode 

A shepherd-boy composer sang of hope -
pastoral psalms were first heard by his lambs,
his soothing music helped King Saul to cope,
distressing psalms related rival's scams.
Young David, you respected God as Lord
and recognized that giving thanks is praise.
Recalling God's own mighty triumphs past,
you wrote of vict'ry, friendships with accord;
you shaped forgiveness, faith, your Father's ways.
As king, you wrote of blessings deep and vast.

Oft-quoted, sung and prayed by millions wide
Psalm 23, perhaps the best-known psalm.
And "Bless the Lord, my soul," we've gladly cried,
Psalm 1-0-3 are verses penned to calm.
We lift up praise, "majestic is Thy name,"
to God from both Psalm 8 and 21. 
"Create in me a clean heart, Thou my God," 
writes David when confronted with true shame; 
Psalm 51 recounts how cleansing's done.
King David's psalms, sweet music to applaud.


Taking other's estimation of you, David, as enough justification to write of the biblical King David in your honor.  I know you will miss your friendships here.  May God bless your future plans as only He can. 



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Awake, Morpheus

Arise son! The night is nearly here!  
Others may work in the light of the sun but you in that of the moon
Get up boy! Listen to your mother! 
Your father will return soon;
He has placed the earth in a deep slumber
It is now ready for you
Why do you still stand there?
Hast thou looketh into the eyes of Medusa?
Those messages won’t deliver themselves...
Get up, Morpheus! GET UP!!
Zeus has entrusted you with this great duty; 
Don't brush him off like one shoos off a fly!
Your task is perhaps the most important of the gods!
How can the humans believe in our message if they don’t know the message? 
You will send messages in the form of dreams
Men will worship you! Oh how they’ll worship you!
Morpheus, "The god of dreams!"
That is what they will call you! 
My son: Morpheus THE GOD OF DREAMS! 
What a proud mother I'll be!


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Love from afar

A glorious yellow sun

 hot enough to burn, to

 Scotch all life out of

 existence. Yet if this

 tremendous ball of gas

 is of further distance into

 the vast. Our beautiful blue

 planet would be like a giant

 marble, a ball of frozen glass.

 This magnificent feat of exactness

 is not by chance, look up take a

 glance. Its perfection, perfect love

 from above.


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A Portrait of A Pastor

a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God

people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world

a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life


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HAIL TO COURAGEOUS PATRICK

" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
The Christian Irish loudly sang,
taking their chant to all Ireland...
and that made Milchu very sick!


In his veins ran pure blood of Roman nobility;
at that brutal era, Druidism was Ireland's religion,
and he, the follower of Christ, felt much contention...
but armed with determination Patrick fought it fiercely!  


" Hail to courageous Patrick!"
As a saint he never accepted defeat;
he was bread and water for the weak...
endless fear for the High Priest!


" Pagans, you shall not worship neither the Sun
nor idols, Christ is your true Lord! "
He preached in all villages ignoring any frown
from that warrior waving his sword!


Would he had never been captured
and sold into slavery, all Ireland wouldn't have known liberty;
his task was to tend sheep as David,
but choose to give his entire soul to God to wipe out idolatry!  


" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
Every man, woman and child shouted without being afraid;
they knew that God had sent this holy and kind man to them
to teach prayers of fervent faith!


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ODE TO FORGIVENESS

I SALUTE THEE,OH MY GREAT SENSE,
YES MY SENSE OF FORGIVENESS,
IN FURY AND PAIN,IN INNOCENCE AND TRUTH,
I HAVE FORGIVEN THEE,
IN THE ART OF RESPECT AND IN THE HOPE OF HEALING,
I HAVE FORGIVEN ,
JOURNEYING THROUGH INDIFFERENCE,HATRED AND OVERBEARING 
INSOLENCE,I HAVE FACED,HOPED AND EVEN FEARED FOR MY SPRING TO 
COME,
I HAVE SEALED MY LIPS IN DEEP SILENCE AND WAITED SECRETLY,
I HAVE SUFFERED QUITELY,
I HAVE SEARCHED ENDLESSLY,
I HAVE STAYED FRIGID AND COLD JUST BECAUSE I REFUSE TO BREAK,
REFUSE TO YEILD TO THE CRUEL AND UNJUSTIFIED CHAINS OF THE 
VICIOUS CIRCLE THAT SURROUND ME,
I STAND ALONE,
FACING ALL,EVEN IN THE MIDST OF THE UNCONCIOUS GLOOM AND COLD 
DEFEAT,
HATING ALL,BUT SMILING,
YES INSANITY BUT BEING ALIVE,
I REMEMBER THOSE DARK NIGHTS CLOUDED WITH HAUNTING FEARS,
WHEN I CRIED LIKE AN ANGEL,
AND GOD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS,
I COULD FEEL A LIGHT BURNING INSIDE ME THEN,
YES A LIGHT OF WISDOM AND FAITH,
I KNEW THEN AS I PAINFULLY AND WITH DIFFICULTY UNDERSTAND NOW,
THAT TO REACH MY HEAVEN I REALLY HAVE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCIES 
THAT THIS MORTAL NATURE OF MAN DISPALYES UPON ME,
I WILL HAVE TO FIGHT,FACE AND SOMETIMES HEAR,
THE DECEIT,THE INJUSTICES,THE JEALOUSIES,
THE CORRUPTION OF TRUTH,
AND I WILL LIVE THROUGH EVERYTHING,
I HAVE LEARNED TO FORGIVE THE BITTERNESS IN LIFE,
I SAVE MYSELF FROM DEFEAT,
I KNOW I WILL SURVIVE TO REACH THE BEST,
BECAUSE GOD WHISPERS HOPE INSIDE OF ME,
COURAGE TOO,THAT IS MY PRIDED SHIELD.


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Belief

Making new friends, turning new

 bends. Upon a steep mountain slope

 focused on breaking old trends. We are

 children of God all saved by the same grace.

 We should all do the good Lords work, yet

 that's not what gets us through heavens gates.

 That my friend is believing in Jesus. Perfect man

 and perfect God, our sinless saviour nailed our

 sins to the cross


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WHAT WE OWE GOD: An Eternal Debt of Praise

a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship

some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God

when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice

things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame

created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue

God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you
  


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I Believe in God

I Believe in God
I believe in a higher power
I believe in that power to be greater than myself

I also believe in Jesus and what that means to the Christians 
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in the Buddha teachings and what that means to the Buddhists
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Allah and in the prophet Mohammad and what that means to the Islamics
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Hashem and what that means to the Jews
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

There are many other religions and many other faiths. There is no right or wrong each of us 
follows a path that is best suited for a purpose. We are here not to ridicule or judge others 
but to assist our brothers and sisters regardless of ones belief or faith.  We are spiritual 
beings having human experiences. As soon as we recognize and honor the integrity of each 
other our world will change.


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In this world

Beautiful day, sun full beam upon

 my face. A fresh brilliance as I Inhale,

 this world is truly indescribable. I

 certainly cannot comprehend the

 depths of the deepest oceans to the

 highest mountain peaks. I could ponder

 till the grave the vastness of the landscapes,

 every creature God has made. A world

 teeming with life every corner far and wide.

 I have let the barrier down. In this world

 God's love is beyond our understanding. Its

 unconditional and forever lasting


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PROPS FOR OUR PASTOR

props for our Pastor to honor him for his anointing
to give him encouragement in his Godly appointing
to be a bride to the church is a Pastor's primary role
an Undershepard to his flock in the kingdom of saving souls
he's the angel of the church chosen by the Lord God
ordained and equipped to give the Gospel from the depths of his heart

props for our Pastor for whom we should always pray
to gird him up for the battle that he faces everyday
we're in the midst of spiritual warfare where every moment is a fight
so please pray for our Pastor morning, noon and night
pray that God protects him from powers and principalities in high places
pray that God covers him when he encounters those enemies with two faces
and when you pray for our Pastor also pray for yourself
that you will increase and be full of spiritual wealth

praise for our Pastor in his leadership capacity
praise for his sacrificial personality
he gives to his flock his all in all 
and for his congregation he will respond to every call
props for our Pastor as he preaches the Holy Word
in a prophetic manner never before heard
speaking words of power and revealing truths to authorities
as he proclaims the Gospel and how it came to be

props for our Pastor as he labors in word and doctrine
in a delivery of the Gospel of which he does not modify nor spin
he gives the full Gospel and testifies from the heart
he cuts down the enemy and deflects its fiery darts
props for our Pastor for his preaching and teaching
convincing and convicting us that the hand of God is all reaching
be one who inspires him for his spiritual calling
be a support to him on this mission into which he has fallen
and watch out for the goats in the midst of the flock
who are always butting in whether you want them to or not
be aware of the instigators, the agitators and the dictators sitting in the pews
lurking around like evil is wont to do

props for our Pastor as we protect and safeguard his back
for by the enemy he's constantly under attack
be one of the faithful few that keep gossip away from him
and use your spiritual gifts to shield, empower and defend
partner with out Pastor and help ease his load
be a compliment to him and his family as we travel this road
and also pay our Pastor so that for his flock he can give his best
tithe to the church and then let God handle the rest
with prayer, praise, partnership, protection and pay
props for our Pastor as we honor him this day




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Ode To Billy

Young Billy was a soldier in the War Between the States; 
And scars of war made Billy feel a victim of the fates. 
He fought for Mr. Lincoln and the preservation creed 
Yet saw too many dying and he saw too many bleed. 

Now Billy knew the dreams of war so vivid every night, 
Were dreams of almost everyone who'd caught that bloody fight. 
The war he fought sought righteousness which he believed was true 
But never understood how North and South could split in two. 

His parents died of fever while he fought in Tennessee, 
A fact he didn't know until the North claimed victory. 
His papa, wise and sullen like the Irish Sea he knew, 
Had come to this America with dreams to start anew. 

Young Billy hoped his mama knew he'd made it through the war 
For she had shed no salted tears when he marched off before - 
But mothers bury very deep such pain within their soul 
So only God could touch her there and try to make her whole. 

Now both were gone along with wisdoms they could gently share 
To help him lift conflicted pain no man should have to bear. 
He prayed that Father Dave back home in Dublin had been right - 
A man can speak with loved ones in the starlight of the night. 

The things of life one covets can be lost to history, 
Including soldiers buried by the war's ferocity. 
He cried out loud in anger at the God he once adored: 
"Why did You leave me all alone my precious, precious Lord? 

What grave offense did I commence before Your loving eyes?" 
Though God was silent in repose great clouds then cleared the skies 
And Billy's father softly spoke and made the two as one 
With words of wisdom's calming balm to heal his broken son. 

"The wisdom of this world are pearls wrapped snug in crystal rain 
Proclaiming life will never end but just begin again." 


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GOOD GOD AND ALLAH - SHARE A BOTTLE OF WINE

GOOD GOD AND ALLAH...
SHARE A BOTTLE OF WINE.

 

Good God and Allah sat
down for a wee chat,
When Good God told
Allah: “You are getting
quite fat!”
“Do you mind, Allah
said, it is all that curry,”
“Oh, is that what you 
call it said Good God – it 
smells just like a slurry!”

“You cheeky son-of-a bitch,
said God, as he had a drink
of beer,”
“It is nearly Christmas said
Allah, with a festive sneer!”
“To heck with Christmas said
Good God – it is just too 
commercialised, 
And if you mention it again – 
you will be circumcised!”

“Let us drink together, said 
Allah, and cheer the holy birth,
Oh, okay then, said God - but 
please don’t call me a smurf!” 
“What shall we chat about,
asked God looking tipsy? 
Well if you wee in my wine 
again - you’ll get a little fisty!”

“How dare you say I’m tipsy,
I am Good God – and a saint?
But I really must admit it – I
do feel rather quaint!
You are a very bad influence,
said God to a drunken Allah,
I bet I’ll have to carry you home, 
again, remember glory hallelujha!

“Do stop your moaning said God,
and pass me that jug,
Would you like a cigarette, God?
they don’t call you a mug?
A cigarette, what do you mean?
I am a Good God now, you’ll see,
Oh listen to the holy one – you 
cannot kid me!”

Both Good God and Allah rested
their bodies, and both went to 
sleep, 
But even those pesky angels – 
did have a little peep?
Did they dare to indulge - in the
temptation of a drink?
Just as they were considering 
too – Good God gave a wink!

Oh goody, the boss has winked 
at us - we can all help ourselves,
But who the heck put the wine,  
on the top-high blinking shelves?
Good God and Allah – both woke
up from their dream,
Then finding out what they’d
done – they didn’t half scream!   


BY
DARRYL ASHTON  
        


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GOOD GOD AND ALLAH GET DOMESTICATED

GOOD GOD AND ALLAH
GET DOMESTICATED 


Good God and Allah sat
down to eat their meal,
God asked Allah: “Why
do you kneel?”
Allah took his shoes off
but his feet weren’t so
clean, 
So Good God got his 
hoover out and cleaned
them using steam.

You are tickling my feet,
said Allah – please don’t 
don’t do that, 
Shut up whinging, said
Good God – and your
feet are getting fat!
You look so very smart
tonight, said Good God
yawning with a bore,
Oh, thank you, said Allah,
now why don’t you play 
the piano?

Play the piano? But I 
cannot play? 
Oh don’t be a spoil sport – 
we could always pray!
Yes, I know that – we do
that every day – 
We need some excitement – 
and we can shout; HOORAY!

After our meal we can do
some cleaning – 
Who’s bright idea is that  
then - I can’t reach the 
ceiling?
Oh, just sit on the magic
carpet, that you stole the
other day,
And you have the nerve
to seek forgiveness – when
you kneel to pray?

We can both clean our
cave – and evict those forty
thieves,
Who trample all over the 
place – wearing nothing  
but their fig leaves!
Those forty thieves are all
my friends – how dare you
call them that?
Oh, shut up whinging – and
go and feed the cat!

And please stay off the 
mobile phones – and try to
look professional?
We live in a cave you know – 
not an Indian temple!
We’ll have to spray the cave – 
it stinks of curry spices,
How can I bring a lady back - 
and act out some heavenly 
vices?

Heavenly vices, what about
me? 
Oh you can watch if you want
to – or sit firmly on my knee?
Sit on your knee – and watch
you? I’m not a blinking pervert?
Well, you can join in if you so
desire – you can snog that guy
called Bert!       
Who the heck is Bert, I know
not that funny name?
Oh, that’s the guy on the dance-
floor – he danced with that 
great fat dame!

We can invite two lovely ladies,
into our heavenly mosque,
Then sit down, have a beer – 
and haggle on the cost!
Haggle on the cost - what are
you expecting?
Well, you never do know – 
things could get exciting!

We can take them to the 
disco – and bop the night away-
And we can do some somersaults – 
but you always want to pray?
We can take to the dance floor -
both hand in hand – 
Jiving like we are demented – 
to the meerkat rock n roll band?

Who the heck are they, are
they from the temple?
You know; Aleksandr, Sergie,
and baby Oleg – they always
say; “simple!”
Oh, yeah, now I know – I see
them on TV,
Aleksandr, Sergie, and little 
baby Oleg – their toys, they
gave to me!

Gave to you – how do you
mean – you don’t drive a
car?
No, I know that, you silly 
man, but I do smoke a cigar!
And as the politicians keep 
saying; “smoking, is bad for
you” – 
I have to make a claim – and
get quickly what I’m due!

Yes, yes, but that’s in the
future, what about Christmas?
Oh, let that wait – I’m sick
of it – we’d better go to mass?
Well you can go as I’m staying
in – and watch the boring TV,
Well, if you don’t pay your TV 
licence, in prison you will be!

Just then their alarm went off,
and what a dream they had.
Let’s go to the holy temple and
pray for my dad?
Why, what’s special about your
dad – is he still classed as mad?
He used to be a terrorist – oh 
he was very bad!

Okay, old chum, we pray together – 
but please sit over there,
As when you let off an horrible
fart – the stench will fill the air?!
Here’s to good times and freedom
for everyone, 
Now just don’t forget to carry – 
that thing called a ‘mobile phone’?

So, as both Good God and Allah,
both held each other’s hands –
They started to mysteriously dance – 
and also threw in handstands!
Both Allah and Good God – have
now achieved world peace, 
And everyone lives in harmony – 
in the glorious human race!


BY
DARRYL ASHTON