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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


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A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


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Crust Method

Eye  control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click

Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives thru sublimation

Disgorge over the stern of the barge
Decrepid canal lazes with crude afterbirth
Charged with aborted sludge 
Stripping the last shreds of life from the shopping carts that pose on the bottom
Fist-nose, lymphnodes spliced with tar
Near here the fear steers clear from afar
The fetid bargeman stalks the scape defiled
Drapes his rape on the nape of the last paedophile.


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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


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Natural Beauty

Acknowledge beauty
Convey delight
Enjoy fully


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this roads i walk are hurting my feet

this roads i walk are hurting my feet,
i get home. i take my shoes off. i lie down.
i wake every morning wishing and hoping.
But guess what, this roads am walking them again.
 
It's a tragedy how my suffering is projected.
For the whole world to see. yes, they do feel sorry.
But i was a woken monster cursed to sleep.
Now am an achiever sent to a prison.
 
this roads i walk, are, hurting. My feet.
take a walk with me, but be scared, i can walk you for 100% your life.
aah, my feet. this roads i walk, are hurting. My feet.
You were asked, then you agreed, to walk with me. 
 
my name is knowledge, for you those who don't understand poetry.
look up, am the beautiful sky that you see at night. now all am asking you,
is to come with me.
 
this roads, my feet and you.
walk with me. i grow everyday, in you.
one day when am really grown up, you will be among
the stars. like i said; this roads, my feet and you.
 
am just like purity, am really good to the young,
but taste better for the old.
am not the Nazi, or the Ku klux klan. i take all.
am free. Use me. Take advantage of me for all i care.
 
am black, am power. am magic.
i move mountains of stupidity, am the king.
Am the word, the power, am knowledge. But.
this roads i walk, are hurting my feet.
 
nourish me, let me grow in you. so i get stronger.
then i can grow as we walk  this roads i walk.
that are hurting my feet. cause i get weak.
get me shoes, yes, this roads, if you walk with me,
you'll be among the stars.
 
word, know, slow down. take time. this roads.
my feet hurt. word. not animore. know. we'll succeed.
we have roads to walk, bear with me, i get weak. so.
nourish me, let me grow in you.


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The man's destiny

 Even if the oceans become dry ...
And all the fish fly so high ...

 Even if the wolves and the sheep ...
Together,eat,play then sleep .....

 Even if the peace oneday can ...
Exist between satan and man ...

 Even if the Christ returns to earth ...
Brings love and stops the death ...

Even if all these miracles or any ...
Nothing can change the man's destiny...


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Guide my Ride

A little Prayer that I wrote.

Guide my Ride.

Dear Almighty in Heaven above 
Please place your Hands on my 
Shoulders and hold on to them 
Strong,

Please keep the Sanity in my Mind , 
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from 
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,

And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in 
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their 
Rides in to Your Light away from the 
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.

AMEN.

By : Shawn Muñoz


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Metepora

What lies beneath 
The flooding drains
A spiders web
Spawned of rustic chains
If you ask me how I am 
I'll reply that I'm ok
Hiding behind this mask
As I resume to face this day
Then theres the sights
A synonym of what I cannot find in you
But I have found
Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food
Have I lost my Faith?
Its something that I could never see
Then theres your eyes
Still falling away from me
But if I was a better man
Would your rivers run deep into outer space
While all along your insisting
That we are both two worlds away 
Behold this longer list of denials
And uncertain hope
Reflecting fears of affection
And you still keep your eyes closed 
Then by my own admissions
My heart has grown from cold to colder
And by my own submissions
Losing your love has bled me sober


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Demon in the Night

I stand brave at might within my room 
Without a single sight of fear 
As thunder roars from outside 
My heart as pure as gold 
This ugly bloody demon came upon me 
Face so gruesome yet posed expression without a soul to take 
Here in a home of faith that lingers in 
Thou demon in the night you can not have my heart nor soul and steal it within this night 
As the demon spoke to me in tounges 
I could not understand words that's been spoken 
And as I pray on my knees with my merry roseary beds in palm 
I wished for this demon to banish forever from my sight
And never again to appear to me within thee night 
That demon in the night can harm me no more 
By Brian Otoole


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More Than I Am

I pull my blinds down shut to end another day
An eerie silence fills the halls with lonesomeness and decay
I draw my sheets back and clear the thoughts inside my head
Because the quietness breaks my heart when im alone in bed
I turn the T.V. on to turn the emptiness down
I hear the voices speaking, but I can't make out the sounds
I look at my bible filled with guilt and shame inside
I havent picked it up to read for quite some time
And with hell I look up to my ceiling and cry
Have You abandoned me too for ever leaving Your side
Lord just light the way and I will come back home
Lead me back to that place I was once before
I know I havent prayed, because I have been afraid
I know I let You down and I was scared of what You might say
Forgive me for ever thinking I could do this on my own
Please give me strength so that I can carry on
And help me turn these pages once again
So that I may be all I'm meant to be in the end
A better friend, a better son, and a better brother
A better uncle, nephew, cousin, and a better lover
Teach me to be a father who leads his child with strong hands
Because I know that You made me to be more than I am

*JJF*
4/18/2013


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The Kiss of Love

When our lips meet our souls touch..
Quenching the desire to become one
again.

Consumed by passion we linger in
eternity..
Absolved by love we enter the divine.

Lost in your kiss I am transformed &
reborn..
The ancient rite of union with the 
sacred spirit.

Mouth to mouth.. Breath to breath..
Heart to heart..Soul to soul..

Kiss me again....
Kiss me forever....


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Return of the Tyke

Return Of The Tyke

Tyke, tyke, tyke' they’d chant to bait the bairn.
But insult hurled at Yorkshire folk is water off a back.
Take it, use it, grind it through the crank
As fuel for the fire, grist to mill.
Man as boy the tyke unwraps his bike. 
Ride a mile, another ten. No stopping, pumping into the blood.
Cycle, eat, drink. Eat, drink, cycle.
Life’s biggest problem, darkest mood, cured in the turn of a pedal.
Through God’s own country
A yellow jersey pulls a golden thread.
Up fell down dale, through Yorkshire’s warp and weft,
It’s cruelest contours purled,
A bright new yarn weaves into the fabric of the hills.
Past mill, past gate, past pit-head dead, history’s milestones marked.
The ride is metaphor, the towns tell out my story.
Otley, Ilkley, Asgarth, Hawes.
Mum at factory, Grandma, The Black Bull - still standing.
The first sip of warm beer.
Mallerstang, Fleet Moss, Tan Hill.
Simonstone, that teacher, my Dad, Wensleydale and Granddad Thompson.
The Scar, the Cove, the Stang – part of us in every crevice, crook and corner.
Muker, Reeth, Masham, over cattle-grid, up the switch-back,
Buttertubs - Buttertubs - Buttertubs.
Suck at the air, tramp on the pain, tyres spit rubber, spit grit.
It’s all about the climb. Locked in battle against the gradient.
She’s out to hurt us, here to make us suffer.
In sickening waves her sweet call comes to quit, to quit,
To quit this spiritual ascent.
Up ahead, on the tarmac one by one, the giants of the fells swing into sight.
Robinson ‘55, Hoban ’68, doff your cap to Tommy Simpson
And Beryl Burton, she showed the lads a clean pair of heels.
I close the gap and hear them urge: “We too were once like you. 
Ordinary.”
My own story is forced out,
Spat through bleeding gums and panted breaths it comes
“I’ll catch you, catch you, catch you.”
In Oxenhope and through Cragg Vale
Spirit generations line the streets “Make us proud son, make us 
proud.”
We race by in a flash. As lives lived, as lives past.
One evening,
When final stage is done and life turns back to dust,
Take us back to the mountain top. Pause a moment as the weather turns,
Then set us free in the teeth of a gale.
I’ll call them on, those that struggle through the sleet and hale, soft and 
strong.
As I myself, one morning, was called.



© Ben Hodgson 2014


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A Mutual Enemy

A Mutual Enemy
By Reg Rhodes



My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy. It is called alcohol, and 
it is killing her. 

Masquerading as her best friend, the alcohol is cunning.  Repeatedly, it sells 
her dreamy promises of escape from reality. 

The alcohol is baffling; it keeps her convinced that she is not sick, that 
another drink wont hurt.  

Powerful in its relentless pursuit of her soul, the alcohol exposes its true 
intentions, slowly draining her life.

Escape from reality was only an alcohol induced illusion, the relief only 
temporary.

Only small traces of her once-vibrant personality remain,  her proud stature 
reduced to an unrecognizable slouch. Her once healthy figure now skinny and 
frail.   
Alcohol; now the great betrayer, is tenanciously pursuing its goal to kill my 
friend, just like it tried to kill me.      

The alcohol is merciless, and it aspires to steal her soul.  

The alcohol is patient; slowly destroying my friends life, drowning her in a sea 
of loneliness and despair. 

She frantically swims for shore, and it is so far away. Miraculously, a raft 
materializes. Gods concern is apparant.  
She rejects the concept of God, even In the face of adversity. She is stubborn, 
and refuses to see the raft, rejecting Gods help. She swims right by.  

The alcohol shows no sympathy; it destroys it's victims slowly and painfully. 

The alcohol is poison in her body; it doesn't care that her liver is shutting 
down. 
It pays no mind to the plethora of mysterious health problems,  the endless 
barrage of doctor appointments or the many surgeries she must endure.   

The alcohol is cunning; providing her with a dark veil of tears, keeping her 
blind to her own terrifying reality. 

The alcohol is the great deceiver; keeping her wrapped in a cloak of denial, 
the pleadings of her friends and family go unnoticed.                        

The alcohol is the great repressor; It stole her smile, her laugh, her 
personality. 

The alcohol knows nothing of love; it has no regards for her kids, her family or 
her friends..    

The alcohol silences her fear of death.  It replaces happiness with anger, joy 
with sadness, and confidence with bewilderment.        

The alcohol is the great supressor. Warnings from her doctors go unnoticed, 
she no longer fears death. 

The alcohol keeps her in a constant state of self loathing, sadness, loneliness 
and fear. 

My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy that preys on our 
unaided will, it makes her blind to Gods love for her.  
Stripped of her many wonderful attributes, she no longer sees his plan for her, 
or what he had in mind when he created her. 
If only she would stop pushing God away, and allow him to embrace her with 
his love, forgiveness, tolerance and understanding. 
If she could only understand that only God can restore her sanity. That only 
he can relieve her of the unbearable cravings and compulsions to drink.
If only she could believe in a higher power greater than herself, give up her 
stubborness, drop to her knees and cry out for help. 

Even an inadvertant prayer can be powerful, provided she has an 
overwhelming, genuine desire to stop drinking.
For her,  a spiritual awakening would mean freedom from the bondage of 
herself. 

A liberating fact for her is that she doesn't have to drink anymore.  
The chaos and turmoil in her life will disappear. 
Tumultuous mental torture will be removed, and she will feel serenity and 
peace. 
She will find that God will do for her what she couldn't do for herself.  

Hand in hand, my friend and I will skip our way along the road to happy 
destiny.  
Our dangerous mutual enemy, no longer a threat.   

  

































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Until It Does

Deep in silence I focus on my pain
I've kept it buried below and softly away
Disabling all of my false and insecure pride
Filtering through the faces I keep disguised
Its been well overdue for me to make a change
While my words become like rotting fruit and falls away
Searching for something to mend a shattered heart
Insearch of inspiration, but instead I fell apart
Give me a pair of wings and watch me fly
Then watch me crash and burn out of the sky
I know that my plate is made warm for me on the table
As I begin to wonder if I will change at all
Honestly I'm not sure that I can
Behind a box of excuses you will find a man
With a heart so big and wants to save the world
But yet so selfish that my punishment is well deserved
I'm so tired of defending what I'm not and have become
And still I keep pretending that nothing is wrong
Throw me the obvious and I will wear it on my back
As the summer night illuminates memories I can't have
I know that my dinner is getting cold as I grow unstable
Uncertainty has become all but a poetic fable
But I will keep on digging until the whole is dug
As the hole keeps getting bigger with every plunge 
Tomorrow doesnt exsist until it comes
So tonight I light a candle for hope until it does

*JJF*
4/18/2013


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Just concur with your makeup

What about heart-rending?
Does it kill?
How many have died so far?
Who are those?

It is not going to be permanent
It is just a rent not rend
Who benefits more by the way?
Tenant,  landlord?
Or both?

How does it feel to be heartless?
Do you even know?
You can’t, but your victims do
Heartlessness kills
Yes, it does
Nobody can function without a heart
Be it natural or artificial, it is vital

A heartless body is dead
Many souls are dead
Many are even dead to themselves
They cannot even rent their hearts to themselves
How can they do to neighbors then?

You will see them everywhere
Walk hopelessly
Even talk senselessly
Thinking that they are doing it to THEM
But little do they know it is done to them
Believe it or not

These are self-murders
They kill themselves before killing others
Burying their heads under the sand,
Ignoring the reality
But why?
They have lost themselves,
Maybe even their names

Only brave ones face reality
Courageous men strive for good
Living soul fight for goodness
You will see them fleeing from injustice
Always trying to do right
You will find them fitting into bigger shoes,
They do not fear whatsoever, all they want is unity

These speak to hearts
Heart-warming is their focus
They tug at heartstrings
They make heartening news,
Preventing heart failures
They are hearty
Heartiest

Full of life!



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I'm Here

I awoke in heaven this morning
And I wanted you to know
That my passing, my dying
Was just part of life's natural ebb and flow.

There were so many here to greet me
And while I'm missing family and others
I'm surrounded, loved, and cherished
By so many sisters and brothers.

Every moment here is new
There's so much to tell of each day
Living here in His presence
In that love that won't go away.

This is such an exciting journey
As I wait for you to arrive
For the spirit-filled peace and comfort
Gives new life to being alive.

Just as told in time of old
He is my strength, my staff, and rod,
And I'd rather be no other place
Than here in the presence of God.

by E. Marshall Evans


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Sweetness

All day I dream of an freedom.

Belaboring through life like any marching.

Carrying out my orders as a soldier would not questioning my superior.

Dealing with all the curves in life trying to stay on my path.

Everyday I think of breaking theses chains of expectations.

Forever lusting for the embrace of true freedom.

Growing up with only sips of freedom starving for more.

How am I to not dream of the sweetness of freedom feeling careless and truly happy.

I am just a young lady with a heart that yearn for something more in the world.

Justified only by the restraints this world has formidable put on me.

Kind of heart and open mind I am sometimes repressed by peep for they do not understand me or what other stand for.

Longing for the day I can feel the warmth of freedom and not having a care in the world.

Maybe freedom also longs for me.

Never giving up on my hopes and dreams for the sweetness.

On that day I shall be at peace have no pain and be able to be me through and through.

Planning to one day run away from all the hate and escape to a paradise just made for me made by me.

Quite is what I will hear and enjoy the soundness world and love every minute of it.

Resting all day as my body can finally take a nap with no tensions of worry or of fear because I shall be safe.

Sweetness is what I call it my sweetness of nirvana , my true freedom and carefree life that for now I can only visit when I dream.


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Is it really you

When I was young I thought I knew every thing.

But when I got older I realized I didn't know every thing.

SO HERE IS HOW THE STORY GOES!

One night I was at home feeling so along, crying and thinking of the past and all the the things I've done wrong.

And sudanly I feel a hand on my shoulder and a voice in my ear.

And the voice said to me "Don't cry my child I am her with you, you don't have to worry any more because I am always wacthing over you".

I had to turn around to see who this man was, and I couldn't belaeve my eyes.

Is it really you Jesus?

And he said to me " YES MY CHILD IT IS ME"!


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Enslaved


Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
 This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing Reconciliation


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Eyes

Though cold and dark, they are submitted
To where winds of fate are omitted
this lonely pair remains committed

mortal life?
a prison!

Death?
...a window given


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Come Rest With Me

God saw you getting weary, 
He did what He thought best. 
He put His arms around you and said, 
come with Me and rest. 
He opened up His Golden Gates, 
on that heart breaking day. 
And with His arms around you, 
you gently slipped away. 
It broke our hearts to lose you, 
you did not go alone. 
A part of us went with you, 
the day God called you home. 
And with this poem I write, 
I bid to you goodbye. 
Rest in peace my loving parents, 
I'll see you on the otherside. 


By William P. Darnell Sr.


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My God

My God can budge mountains and if you’re thirsty for his knowledge here’s a fountain
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

Failures are unfamiliar in behalf of your behavior my preaching to you is pray to my Savior
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

The Lord is my shepherd bear fruit assemble a herd and God will repay you for your labor
Quit scheming evil, it’s clear your starving

Heavy times cleanse away like sins our cleansed away but not as long as you stay this evil way
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

Go straight through misery with love and faith your God is beyond space and he’ll always keep you safe
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

Repent, a new spirit in you is the new invent, but know the profane spiritual world will curse you for who you represent
Quit scheming evil, it’s clear your starving

Temptations one day expand in amounts augmentation, but as long as you digested the Holy Spirit you want crumble with starvation
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

Humble yourself I know life can be a savage jungle where it seems like all the animals was lions who rumble
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

Right is to supply seed to the sower to enlarge the harvest of your righteousness,
For God is love and he reveals kindness
Quit scheming evil, it’s obvious your starving

Job had a job temptation knocked on his door and not all could challenge what was on the reverse side of the door when you twist that knob
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

When your born you’re a sinner to no degree a winner, flee with endurance be a sprinter, I suppose you come to your senses an get baptized be a swimmer
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

Let a communion be my reunion at a altar with angels probably a million and that sounds brilliant and all of this is my opinion
I discontinued scheming evil, I’m stuffed of a Christian Spirit
- Loverboi


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Through An Angels Eyes

                                        THROUGH AN ANGELS EYES
                                 She's a mother who shines white light
                                 She's gone down many winding roads
                                For I am her Angel with sorrow in my eye's
                      And Iv come to say she feels as if she's running out of time
                 She's going down your path where your thoughts you leave behind
                  She will go right through with steamy smoke depression where her
                   Thoughts are always on paper where her wind blows around her 
               For the safeness of her children where they never feel lost and all alone
       But now your shadow is much further up the road making her feel lost and all alone
                  For there is a path that you can stop at and help this lady along
                    This is the path I want you to go down where two hearts will 
                      Forever become one and that feeling of happily ever after
                         For she's a lady you can get to know if you go slow
                 For her heart is still warm and tender from that once long ago
                            For her spirit as always Cried out to us Angels
                         For she knows all the lords Angels Love the Same

                                                                                                                 TRS

            
                    
                     


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the ministry of the dance

the ministry of the dance is always Scripture based
it's all about bringing the Holy Spirit into the place
the ministry of the dance has a purpose that is two-fold
of Godly deliverance and breaking demonic strongholds
to deliver someone from the spiritual bondage of society
and show with the power of the dance there's spiritual victory
to break demonic strongholds with divine break through
to show in dance what the joy of the Lord can do

the ministry of the dance is a physical manifestation of love
for Jesus the Christ, the Holy Spirit and Father God who dwells above
to know that the tears which are cascading from our eyes
was enough to touch a soul and move them to cry
to know that the spiritual energy we emanate so much
made someone feel that by the hand of God they've been touched
the ministry of the dance is a physical portrayal of the Holy text
and not based on one's age, gender, race nor sex
a powerful ministry that is open to all
of which by the Spirit one is called
a ministry of faithful dedication, true devotion and total commitment
with love for the Lord, trust in the Spirit and a Godly contentment

the ministry of the dance is more that just a worship service
it's a ministry of true faith with a specific purpose
to dance with the Light of the Lord radiating through 
and the Spirit of the Lord filling up the church's pews
the ministry of the dance is to give honor, glory and praise
to Jesus who died on the cross and 3 days later was raised
a ministry of divine inspiration
a ministry of divine elevation
to lift up someone and move them beyond their comfort zone
to lift someone up and move them to kneel before the throne
it's about the Holy Spirit taking complete control
it's about sacred dancing in order to save some souls

the ministry of the dance will forever be spirit-led
it's a visual ministry serving of the Daily Bread
it's not a ministry that is meant to entertain
it's a ministry powered by the sacrificial blood stain
the ministry of the dance is about spiritual victory
that which Jesus died for to give to you and give me
it's not a performance and it does not invite vainglory
it's about being used an instrument in the outward expression of the Biblical story
the ministry of the dance is a ministry of total sacrifice
to submit your body, heart and soul into the hands of Jesus the Christ

THE MINISTRY OF THE DANCE


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The Wake Up Call

Every morning 
When He calls me awake
I thank the Lord
With each breath I take.
For every night
As I close my eyes
I wonder where I'll be
When I arise.
I thank Him for 
The passing of night
And this one more chance
To get it right.
Thank Him to know
That I'm still here
Still here to love you
My sweet, my dear.
I thank Him for
Your sounds of sleep,
For protecting you 
Beyond what I could keep.
And for the refreshing
Gift of rest
That allows me today
To do my best.
Still as I awake
To greet each day
It all begins
The selfsame way
And I smile as I rise
With a lurch and a jerk
To realize 
What don't hurt won't work.

by E. Marshall Evans


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Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.


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That Such Great Love Comes Near

There's a peace in the land
That's much more than it seems
It feels of God's hand
Much more than our dreams.

As troubles come rumbling
And anger walks about,
As peace seems crumbling
Beneath the scream and the shout,

Yet a peace walks about
In the shadow of the cross
And comforts those who doubt
And share only in their loss.

Chorus:
Jesus, Jesus, gift of love
Who wipes away anger, sorrow and fear
Your love from heaven, and the Father above
Fills every heart, with You so near.
Jesus, Jesus, gift of love
Knowing  our prayers you promise to hear
Hear now our thanks to heaven above
That such great love comes near.

It comes from the Christ child
The babe who arrives
From the depths of God's love
To transform our lives.

Listen, don't be beguiled,
Feel Him come near,
Know the love of the Christ Child
That wipes away fear.

Count every pain
No matter how unfair
As a new Godly gain
For our Father is there.

Chorus:
Jesus, Jesus, gift of love
Who wipes away anger, sorrow and fear
Your love from heaven, and the Father above
Fills every heart, with You so near.
Jesus, Jesus, gift of love
Knowing  our prayers you hear
Hear now our thanks to heaven above
That such great love comes near.

 by E. Marshall Evans


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The Devil Went for Charlie Daniels

The Devil went down to Colorado
To see if he could pull Charlie's chart.
While Charlie was out snowmobiling,
The Devil would work on Charlie's heart.
But he got a shock when he went for Charlie
For there was a prayer barrier all around him.
Charlie's Guardian Angel had called for reinforcements
And a cohort of God's own angels now surround him.
We done told you before, Devil,
God has His hand on certain men
So you're wasting your time going for Charlie,
Don't even bother coming back again.
Yes, the Devil went down to Colorado
And he never dreamed he'd fail
But all he got for his trouble
Was cold feet and a frozen tail!

by E. Marshall Evans


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Clouds

Clouds.
The other day I was looking at the clouds. 
I saw so many different things.
I saw a dog and what looked like a frog.
I saw a goat and a boat.
A ball I did see and top with wings.
But the prettiest of all.
Was an angel with a horn.
Her wings were a fluffy white.
She stood there in the sky until the night did fall.
The clouds they change so much.


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Resurrection Changes Things

What once required the sacrifice,
That bloody gift of death and gore,
Of animal life to pay for sin
Is left behind and is no more.
Resurrection changes things. 

Jesus Christ obeyed the Father,
Sacrificed Himself on the cross,
Evened up those holy books
That list our profit and our loss.
Resurrection changes things. 

Where once we followed our understanding
And made our own decisions,
Now belonging to Jesus Christ
Our life is one of holy revisions.
Resurrection changes things. 

When we're united with Jesus Christ
We're a new creature in the Son;
Our old way of life hangs dead on the cross
And life everlasting is now begun!
Resurrection changes things. 

No prison doors can hold our soul.
Christ sets our spirit free
And fills our life with love and hope
That rings our world in victory.
Resurrection changes things. 

So tell someone in the pain of their life
Of the freedom Jesus brings,
That sets us apart from sin and death;
How the soul that's set free sings!
Tell them:  Resurrection changes things. 

by E. Marshall Evans


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The Still Voice , To The Lord: Jesus Christ

Depth's of My heart, 
loves all people for who they are. 
The still voice talks, 
but who is listening. 
He weeps with sorrow, 
cause his children's gone astray. 
The still voice talks, 
but who is listening. 
He talks once again, 
to be astray to His land, 
The still voice talks, 
but who is listening. 
One said, I heard you talk to thee, 
And the love pours about. 
The still voice talks, 
hence, someone was listening.


By William P. Darnell Sr.


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I Have a Friend, Trapped in Sin

I have a friend who's close to me
Entrapped by a sin; he can't break free.
While flowers fill his life and needs,
Still there grows up a crop of weeds.

My friend says he knows he's bad
And whispers in a voice so sad
He hopes that the Father above
Will see he's weak and forgive in love.

Sometimes my friend was trying, sometimes he wasn't.
Sometimes he wins, sometimes he doesn't.
His life is a struggle between  good and bad
Winning a little, losing all he had.

I lift him up in a prayer a lot
And he tells me God is all he's got.
Seems to me he always wants more
And turning from God he loses the score.

When he's sorry, he lays it on thick,
But in the end, repentance won't stick.
I have to wonder what God thinks of it all
Watching my friend be a bouncing ball.

But I love my friend, so I won't quit
Trying to get him and God to fit.
And for me there'll be no surprise
If in heaven he's right there before my eyes.

For two things I know as sure as He lives
My friend loves Jesus, and He forgives.
And thirdly, He can set the worst of men free.
After all, He salvaged me.

by E. Marshall Evans


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Once Is Not Enough

Little by little, a moment at a time
That's how my Lord sees me through.
Once I had wanted Him all at once,
To have Him do all He can do. 

I thought if He'd give me His blessing
I would not need to be in prayer.
The world would be my playground,
Everything all sweet and lovely and fair. 

Yet I need Him every hour now,
Seek His presence every moment more.
Once is not enough, I love Him yet
For every moment to know Him better than before. 

Once is not enough to meet Him.
Once is not enough to love Him.
Once is not enough to know His presence.
Once is not enough to know my Lord. 

He is so precious to my very being
That I seek Him like the sunlight,
Searching for a reason, an excuse
That I might glory in the warmth of His delight. 

There is something in the power of His presence
Something in the knowing of His love,
That lifts my heart to soar above the darkness
That lifts my eyes to search for Him above. 

How I need Him every hour now,
Seek His presence every moment more.
Once is not enough, I love Him yet
For every moment to know Him better than before.

Once is not enough to meet Him.
Once is not enough to love Him.
Once is not enough to know His presence.
Once is not enough to know my Lord.


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His Heavenly Land

For human was born unto this world, 
as He so chose to be. 
This God of our's, now Jesus Christ, 
is great Blessed love to see! 
We build our homes and decorate too, 
for all of us to be. 
The very ground you sit upon, belongs to Him, 
not you or me! 
As the wind blows softly, 
through the leaves of trees. 
The flowers dance mirthful in thier beds. 
The harvest of the field grow by day, 
while the wind blows through their pads. 
To see the harmony of the nature grows, 
Mother land plays in this part. 
Thus we see that God had made, 
this great world we live apart.


By William P. Darnell Sr.


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When All God's Sheepdogs Get Home

Oh, there'll be such a celebration
When the folks from every nation
Come to worship at His throne
And all of God's sheepdogs get home.

Those who stood 'twixt us and danger
From now clear past the manger
Are God's sheepdogs tried and true
Loving God and loving you.

All the singers will be singing
And the praises will be ringing
The honor torches they'll be lighting,
T'will be oh so exciting.

We will finally be at peace
When all the conflicts cease
And returning from where they roam,
All of God's sheepdogs get home.

by E. Marshall Evans


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The Gods of Gods of Gods

There are gods and gods galore
For men are forever making more
To fit the slant of the bank they're on
Then yet another when that one is gone.

Claiming a bridge to God, yet all the while
They go their way, ignore the trial
That they've been told awaits their sort
With sentence passed in God's own court.

For while they hate their brother,
Murder, steal, do unto one another
In violation of the birds and the bees
God knows, and God sees.

They prattle on in merry-making
While God's own love they're forsaking
Ignoring the signs, the prayers and the shout
That tell them plainly, the bridge is out.

by E. Marshall Evans


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Lord I am Sorry

                                    I used to be blind,
                              but I conquered and unwind,
                              seeing the truth in my eyes, 
                                  staring at the skies,
                            I recognize the world's purity, 
                          even beneath its anger an cruelty.

                               Instead of punching walls,
                       I push my rage aside, and let it all fall,
                              even through the midnight,
                                   with the full moon,
                                    it's a sign of light.

                                   The ways of reality,
                                  the ways in humanity,
                                  relate in the fantasies,
                            an the lessons in the memories.

                            Before I sleep an I be resting,
                                        I would say
                          angels "you have my blessings"
                              even with all of my sins,
                                   I would say sorry,
                      to you Lord, I hope you can forgive me.

                                 Through times of pain,
                                and times that were fun,
                             I hope you can still help me,
                           even for all the things I've done.


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Shadows Beneath Me

                                     A spirit appears at night,
                                       showing its cold eyes,
                                    simply glaring at it in fright,
                                    a memory I couldn't erase,
                                    for that spirit had my face.

                                      With its red eyes glows,
                                  it disappears from the shadows,
                                even when I was walking at night,
                                     no man, woman or child,
                           but feel that same presence behind me,
                                  but there was no one in sight.

                                  even though I continue to walk,
                             I can feel a cold chill beneath my feet,
                             that spirit only appears in the shadows,
                            not a speck of moonlight or a single spark,
                                 enjoying itself hiding in the dark.

                                    it rises beneath the ground,
                                       showing its ugly frown,
                                with its eyes looking dead at me,
                                        beware the shadows,
                                    for it's never been foreseen,
                                       beware in the night,
                                      because it's Halloween.


                                             


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Near

How glad I am to feel you near, 
to have you as a friend of common Faith. 
To open up my heart to one not too afraid to look, 
or too displeased to care. 
But one who peers with interest rapt into the center of my soul. 
How pleasant here to feel your voice role over me like the sea, 
bright and fresh as a summer afternoon. 
Whose thoughts draw my anxious eyes as a rainbow in the sky. 
Oh, the joy unearned to gaze into a mind so pure, 
a model of the Holy life, next to me as in the war, 
or just to rest in silence savoring our tender tie. 
Oh, to sit so close to one who knows my good and bad, 
and chooses still my side. 
Now to share that clean, unselfish, flame of nearer inner bonds, 
the soft embrace of hearts who truly care. 


By William P. Darnell Sr.


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You Were on His Mind

The night before Jesus was crucified
in the Garden of Gethsemane
He wept uncontrollably and sweat drops of blood
from being in such agony

The intense anguish and sorrow Jesus felt
as blood dripped down to the ground
He knew in detail the events that were to follow
and of all the lost souls that had to be found

betrayed by one of His very own disciples
soon after the trials would begin
Although he had never done an act of evil
he would be punished for all of our sin

The crowd would gather yelling crucify!
as he was handed the sentence of death
not once did he try to repeal his innocence
knowing shorty he would be taking his last breath 

Disfigured beyond that of any man
was the torture that our Lord bestowed
beaten worst then an animal he laid,
in a puddle of blood from his wounds that flowed
                                                 
What was it that he was thinking 
as they drove the nails deep into his hands and feet
what kept him from calling angles to help him
was it the blood that he choked on,
as he could barely speak?

It was the love he had for all of humanity
the lost , the broken and all of mankind
he was thinking about how much he loved 
each and every one of us,
cause it was you that was on his mind...


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Terminal worry

As I sit here 
feeling my own pity
selfishly thinking of myself
knowing good and well

cursing brutal words 
wanting to flow from my quill
angry exhaustion filling my mind
yet battered heart slowly continues
to beat upon 
the next morn...

instead of thankfully getting up
getting ready for the gift of this day
instead of being grateful 
instead i turned away

already worrying about tomorrow
about things that have yet to come
instead of trusting You 
to love me enough...

to give me enough strength
for the battles i face

knowing our fates were decided
an eternity ago
by the one holding
times swinging pendulum 

had wings of palest gold
like the sparking yellow
of campfires flame
or a fireplace offering
welcoming warm blaze

his tall staff also of gold
held in strongest hands
see yonder!

through that haze
through fog of white of gray
reminding us of thunderstorms
through warmest 
months of May

mayhap He was a vision
maybe i shall never know
if twas another dream
relief would course through
for He said last eve
tis almost time to go

He whispered with that loving grace
words heard inside my heart
telling me to enjoy this life
for too soon twill be time
to part...

Although i am sure i would love heaven
and i have loved ones there i dearly miss 
can i please stay here awhile longer Lord
i feel i still have plenty to give

my heart is pure 
only meaning the best
through you i will try to reach them
with a gift of words
in which you blessed






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I Hear A Little Whisper

I hear a little whisper in my ear
So near
That I have to look around
But the whisperers have gone to ground.
It seems I'll have temptation
For the duration,
Strife
For life.
Delights I see before my eyes
My imagination turns to lies.
I cannot wander down that path
For two plus two equals ... do the math.
"I will never leave you,"
It's true
What Jesus said
That led
To standing on solid ground
To astound
The critics and accusers,
The bullying abusers,
Who never knew,
Were unaware of the whispering crew.
But then Satan doesn't give a whim
For those who never bother him.

by E. Marshall Evans


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Spirit of Life

We start as mear creatures. 
Bloom to the lust of flesh, 
and Flower to the act of love! 


By William P. Darnell Sr.


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When the angels come

When the angels come
When the angels come I will be waiting.
My time to reach the gates to heaven 
I will not shed a tear for he will be waiting for me.
I will walk with those that left before me.
In the joy of heaven, the angels will come together to see me.
So don't cry. I will meet you when the angels come.
Then side by side we will walk the streets of heaven 
And we will get our wings so we can be one of the angels that come for those 
who wait.