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Detoured Dreams

I always thought of heaven,
as a warm, New England Fall day. 
The leaves were shining brighter
than the street post lamps at midnight. 
I’m cruising along the highway. 

Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us?
Everything that was -is 
fortunately apart of today.  

And I write-
because it relieves my pain. 
I create
because it’s nice to remember how to love.
Am I therefore less worthy, 
if I one day choose to make money, 
off my lovely creations?

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
Legend has it at one time, 
that’s what he wanted out of life.

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill?
He could have sipped wine, 
painted on blank canvases,
and basketed in reflection of the moon.

He could have
Made love, 
and wrote songs, 
and Praised God, 
for the fortune of being able to dream. 
 
Instead, 
He abandoned his love for creation,
His love of art, 
praised only the devil
and became crazed with hate,  
millions were slaughtered, 
millions had to pay the price.
How tragic can life be?  

But now, 
I’m Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us? 
Everything that was -is 
unfortunately apart of today.  

we never know just how much
shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream
can effect so many other people’s dreams.
and the generations to come. 

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
 would it have spared us some?


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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


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Precious Promises

Fear not, for I have redeemed you.
I have called you by your name.
To demonstrate my glory;
To my majesty bring fame.
When you pass through the waters,
I’ll be by your side;
No river will over flow you,
For my hand is on the tide.

Fear not my child, 
For you are my own.
When you walk through the fire,
No burn or scorch will be shown.
I have redeemed you;
Let the whole world know.
I will always be with you,
Wherever you walk below.

I am the Lord your God;
Your Savior who cares;
Watches over you daily;
Takes care of your trials and fears.
Claim my precious promises;
Believe what I say.
Faith is the essence;
Love, leading to obedience, is my pathway.

I seek the lost who are troubled,
And ask you to go;
Tell them of your Savior;
Not one soul forego.
Tell them they have a Savior;
Who wants them to be redeemed.
They need not fear the circumstances,
Where my promises are esteemed.

Featured in my book No. 2, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright © 2009-2011 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org


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The News: Lack of Love

The News: Lack of Love

We couldn’t read the news, nor decode a word
Nor the cries and prayers among the relics of hearts
I didn’t understand why freedom couldn’t taste Albanian
I couldn’t believe that we started hurting animals

And I committed suicide because I believed, wanted to breath
Me, or…repeatedly my shadow, or someone else
Those, I gave a hand and received poison and bullets; rusty words and iron
We were killing; bloody hands remained above the hell of love

Letters and verses torture unstoppable dormant conscience
The kind of people who soaked homeland, faith and soul of forefathers
Bloody infant of tears that don’t dry squirms yet today
And we remain orphans of love on the roads of the world

I don’t want to believe in animalistic nation that suffers from misdemeanor offenses
And, I don’t know why I hang myself through the pathetic hope of remake
What kind of damnation sucks the tired pieces of motherland cells?!
On behalf of who would be said my self-hanging, if there still exists tomorrow!

Pause of self-hanging through the national romanticism is like a homeland without love
Man, only fragile fiction of broken dream as ancient mosaic,
Oh, I need a pause to inhale tobacco smoke,
To not believe that we are hurting animals, oh my Lord...!


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The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


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The Lottery

I have won the lottery
Though the numbers are not drawn.
I'm promised that it's foolproof,
So my waiting won't be long.

I have my winning ticket
Mounted to the wall.
Each day I bow down to it
Praying for the draw.

These numbers are quite special.
A wise man told me so.
He said he got the numbers
From another long ago.

You've got your set of numbers,
But they are not like mine. 
I'd say that's rather foolish
Because my numbers are divine. 

There can only be one winner
And mine is guaranteed.
You'd better change your numbers,
So you can be as smart as me.


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LOVE FOR MY FATHER

I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord 
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is  to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow 
He may still be sitting in the church he loved. 
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....


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THE WEARING OF THE GREEN

On Roman ruled British isle, to the deacon and his wife fair; 
On a beautiful morn, our Patrick was born, in a forth century lair 

Young and bright as a button; taken by knavish raiders - not fair
At tender age sixteen, long time not be seen, a dutiful slave to Eire

God spoke to devoted Patrick in a dream on this Emerald Isle
Boarded ship and set sail, in Britain to tell the tale; Gaul: priesthood and file
 
In 432, back to Eire to convert the pagans worshiping even a rock 
To explain the Holy Trinity, enlightening them till affinity, he used the shamrock

Pat inspired the Irish festival, history tells his colour was blue,
The wearing of the Green, even if one can't keen - Skyfest invites all parties true


Sung by a tone deaf (they all were) mistrel, tanked up on green beer
   
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Receiving The Lord And Sharing His Word 1

I lovingly proclaim I am a Christian,
This does not mean I am any more good,
Than anyone else who I may meet or greet,
Rather it means I know I've been fooled,

I've been fooled into thinking that I,
Had all the answers and knew the way,
When I had not a clue about the road,
And how I arrived there that day,

For the world came crushing down,
Leaving me with a soul full of hurt,
And just when I felt there was no hope,
I was given a precious copy of the word,

And in that prison I lingered so long,
That I read the Word and slowly grew,
I found great promises and stories told,
And slowly absorbed all that I could,

And through this personal trial,
I found myself convicted of the truth,
And as I continued to study the Word,
I felt the spirit overtake this fool,

I was blind but now could see,
The blessed gift I received,
Placed me at the feet of my master,
Knowing that the least of men was me,

I found just how very much I was loved,
By first believing and opening the door,
Opening with a heart fully convicted,
The Holy Spirit filled me to the core,

But my trials did not end there,
I had to learn to turn the other cheek,
I had to care for the hopeless,
And learn the lessons of the meek,

But from seasoning by fire,
Came a man humble who now knows,
That this true disciple inspired,
Would hold faith which always grows,


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A lesson from the Buddha

 A Lesson From the Buddha

The Buddha had been getting round
And listening to the crowd.
He’d often sat there silently
And heard them moan so loud
About their own sad burdens
And all the hurt they’d had.
So he thought up a little plan
That didn’t seem half bad.

He called the crowd together
Said “listen here you guys
I’ve been thinking for a great long while
And I have thought it wise
To grow a special tree for you
And here it lies before you
Now listen well to what I say
I’ll tell you what to do”

He said “this tree before you
It’s to hang your troubles on
Each one of you must go to it
And your troubles will be gone
As you hang them on it’s many branches
Then what you’ll need to do
Is take yourself some others burdens
And make them part of you”

The people thought that this was cool
It seemed a grand old way
To rid themselves of all their burdens
It was a happy day!
As each smiling so broadly
Placed there burdens on the tree
Then they thought for just a while
And they began to see.

As each the truth did hit them
More restless did they get
At least they knew their burdens
So each with no regrets
Did race back to that trouble tree
To grab what they had hung there
The Buddha smiled good humoredly
He had made them all aware.

29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.


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Most Richly Blessed

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for--
but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my
unspoken prayers were answered.
I am, among all men,
most richly blessed.


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A Saga Awaits You

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...

Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...

But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...

Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...

You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...

The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...

And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...

Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us... 

For selfish deeds trap us, 
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...

And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...

Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!

My Gull Wheels On!


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Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


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CONQUERING DIVISIONS

I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..

I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..

I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..

They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..

We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..

By: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
1:16am


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The Artist and The Poet

There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
 Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
 This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/
 I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/ 
I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/
 Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/ 
Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/ 
I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/
 But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/ 
My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/ 
Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/ 
Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/ 
Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/ 
A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/
 I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/ 
Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/
 There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/ 
I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/ 
All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/ 
F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/
 Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/ 
I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/ 
Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/
 I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/ 
A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/
 I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/ 
My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/ 
I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/
 My freedom day is near I will not blow it/ 
This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/
 MAKE WAY PEOPLE FOR THE SE7EN KING ARTIST AND POET


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Listen

Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.


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Receiving The Lord And Sharing His Word 4

You are what the Lord wants most,
Forget your past sins and start anew,
Remember that Grace is forgiveness,
And your faith in His grace will save you,

Good fruit will naturally flow,
Once the Lord has you upon the path,
And all of the seeds of faith you sow,
Will give others what you now have,

Your life will be filled with the light,
And this is the thing we must all share,
For in knowing we are wretches saved,
You can help others to be spared,

Once you find yourself on the path,
And temptation bothers you no more,
There is more work to do in your mission,
Until brotherly kindness becomes yours,

And there are gifts so glorious,
Which come to those sanctified,
Those practiced in the faithful walk,
To be used so the Lord is glorified,

But life gets us so caught up,
We may be saved but we may forget to play our part,
Forgetting reasons we have been given these gifts,
For we should always shine with all the love in our hearts.

We need to each be a road to the Lord's path,
We need to each always glorify our Lord,
We need to remember that being Christian,
Means we should be rejoicing in our reward,

For being Chirstian, doesn't mean,
That I am better than anyone else,
It only means that I find I stumble,
And I need the Lord's blessed help,

Finding the Lord did not make me,
A better man than anyone I know,
Rather it has made me understand,
How what I've done brought me low,

Receiving the Lord and sharing his word,
This is just a natural reaction,
One minute I am a man trapped by his sin,
And then a glorious thing happened,

I was forgiven all of my trespasses,
I then felt the rush of the spirit,
And then came a whisper so quiet,
So quiet, you could hardly hear it,

It told me the price of this gift,
Was to follow where it would guide,
To simply live a life of love,
And by the commandments abide.

Michael Wilson


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Receiving The Lord And Sharing His Word 2

Stumbling I've seen the price,
Of not answering the call,
In touch with the Holy Spirit,
I've seen the love within us all,

I have been in the company,
Of the one who brushed sin away,
He is beautiful, loving and kind,
He asked me if I'd like to shape clay,

Now to this day I have studied,
I have shared in great fellowship,
I have tried to capture the truth,
Praying and fasting in loving worship,

And lessons I learn and share,
Combined with the life I have led,
I hitched over twenty thousand miles,
And people around the world I've met,

I have worked in ivory towers,
Had a radio show across the land,
But I have also been a laborer,
Who worked until I could hardly stand,

Trained in real estate regulations,
Insurance and securities rules too,
But I've also been a garbage man,
And begged for my dinner a time or two,

The blessings of this up and down life,
Where I've been up and down so many times,
I now know the benefits of this strife,
It's helped me understand my crimes,

Those times so full of arrogance,
Where I hurt those who I hardly knew,
But even worse were the sad times,
When I hurt those I professed love to,

I was weak and tired but I tried to stand,
Not worthy but the Lord gave me power,
When I followed his simple loving way,
Then Holy blessings were like a shower,

The more I reach to understand,
What the Lord would have me do,
And to answer the call of the Lord,
I am always led right back to you,

I am not sure what I can share,
For I've seen the world good and bad,
And all people need to be spared,
To be blessed with all they need to have,


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A woman

A woman
Rommel E. Gabitan


is a temptress that lures
hundreds of souls into their curse
Helpless Adam tempted by Eve
suffers now because he is bare

Naked as a baby, he helplessly crawls
into the depth and breadth of his soul
Regretting intensely, that he had eaten
the Ancient Apple that was Forbidden

Crying in despair is Adam the Man
leaving his Paradise in the midst of anger
Of the Mighty Creator, full of Compassion
Who promised to give him Eternal Salvation


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Words of the master

Words of the master

A man once asked the master
Which of us has the worth?
To enter in the holy kingdom
This man was down to Earth
And liked to ask the questions
The truth he had to know
The master looked into his eyes
With a deep, and holy glow.

A Rabbi, he took note of this
He thought it would be he
For he had all the virtues
Such a holy man he be
The master looked on past this man
Till his eyes lit on a child
He called the small child unto him
And at the lad he smiled.

He took the child into his arms
And said for all to hear
Those who be like this small child
The father he holds dear
They have the worth to enter in
My father holy place
The crowd they did not understand
Confusion touched each face


These words the master spoke, were true
To find that holy place
One must re find his innocence
Re-enter each that space
That each of us were born into
Each soul must delve within
And find the joy that each did know
When their days, did first begin.

16 December 2013 @ 1310hrs.





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I'm Free

God, I've questioned you so often On this journey we've been through... You've proven to me ore and ore, To just put my trust in you. I hear your gentle whisper Telling me so many things, Oh the joy beyond belief Just knowing you does bring. You've told me that I'm free, From condemnation here, And that with you I walk in wisdom And can take it anywhere. To use all for your glory, That you have blessed me with, For it is not my own, You have let me borrow it. Would I love the souls, You have placed upon my way? Would I share your glory, Each and every day? Would I come to realize, How real to me you are? Not some silent spirit, Somewhere among the stars. You're right here in my heart, You're in my husband's eyes, You're everywhere I look, You choose not to disguise. Oh Lord, my soul is singing, Your peace and love it holds, I pray that everyone I meet Takes one look at me and knows; That mighty is my loving God, Who wants good things for me, And through His grace and Mercy, My soul He has set free!


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God's Love Song

God's Love Song


You are the 'apple of my eye'
You've been gone for way too long
It's time for you to come back
Come back home.

It doesn't matter what you've done
Or where you have been
It's time for you to come back
You're Forgiven.

Come back home--to me
Come back home--you'll see...
         Love is gentle
         Love is kind
         Love wants to be around all the time
         Love is always there in what you're going through
That's my love for you...Oh..
That's my love for you.

I'm stretching out my arms again
Reach out and take my hand
I'll wipe away the past
I understand.

As a child I called your name
And gave new life to you,
It's time now, that you come back
I still love you.

Come back home--to me
Come back home--you'll see...
         Love is gentle
         Love is kind
         Love wants to be around all the time
         Love is always there in what you're going through
That's my love--for you...Oh...
That's my love--
For you...

~by deborah burch©
9/19/2005


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AWAY FROM TEMPTATION

I want money and richness
I want praises and loveliness
I want power and authority
I want prestige and popularity

I want all
I want all
I want all

Temptation is in everywhere
Greediness comes anywhere
God talks and speaks
God tests and warns peak

Falling - into, one must runaway
Giving - up, a no way too
Don't be tempted, says our God
For sins and faults makes me sad

Stay strong, you will last
Hold on, God is steadfast
Pray fervently, you must
To Him, all things you cast

by: olive_eloi
10:45am
01/20/2014

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try not be tempt..
all while don't attempt..
No one sure an exempt


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God's Own Son

As Mary rocks her baby boy
She's filled with sadness, filled with joy.
She looks upon that tiny face
And sees hope in every race.

Her heart is filled with a mothers glow
And she never wants to let him go.
She'll see him run around and laugh and play
And longs to keep him safe each day.

His life won't be an easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

Mary sees the miracles he will perform,
The lepers healed and free from scorn.
The lame will walk, the blind will see.
She sees his love will set us free.

And she sees him on a cross.
She feels his pain and feels our loss.
She knows his life must come to this.
She sheds a tear and gives a kiss.

His life won't be and easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

So as Christmastime draws near
And we are all so "busy" here,
With shopping, baking, trees of green
Let's ask, what does this really mean?

Let's take a moment from the fuss,
And think of all their gifts to us:
A mother's love, a baby boy,
Peace and comfort, love and joy.

For he was horn for everyone,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.


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Humanity Lost

Wings spread out, the sun in its face, a scavenger set out hunting, Looking for anything it could find to satisfy its hunger; Down below a little boy lay, barely alive, hardly breathing, His battered face turned towards the lifeless body of his father. The ground around him once dusty and dry, Now wet with the blood of this innocent child… Death hovered over him, lingering, waiting, watching; Time slowed down, the child blinked – and then never opened his eyes. A hundred flies quenched their thirst, the blood now pooled beside them. The vulture circled overhead, now joined by his friends, The table was set, their lunch was served, For the little boy and his father it was a gruesome end! Victims of a war, not that among nations… Rather a war of the human spirit, twisted by false ideals Humans killing humans in the name of religion; Blinded by hate, fuelled by intolerance, humanity’s dark side revealed. The vultures and flies enjoy their fill, While we whisper a prayer for those lost souls; What will it take to stop this madness? What will it take to heal this world? (A tribute to the lives lost in the recent religious conflicts)


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AMAZING FATHER GOD

Closing my eyes, I plea
Unto You God, My Dear
I am certain not to fear
Avoiding a fall of tear

Father God, shine thy light
Unto me yield thy might
Forget me not, I say and wire
Let me not be weary or tire

To my anxiety, comfort me
To my failure, strengthen me
To my faults, mercy unto me
To my confusion, direct me

I invite you come be nearer
Hold me You're my bearer
Gracious love flowing like river
Most precious than any silver

Envelope me with Your grace
Through me, You might efface
Each season, each life phase
Our Father God, You amaze

by: olive_eloi
2:04am
01/22/2014

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Inspired by the BIblical verse II Samuel 22:29 : "You are my lamp, O Lord turns my darkness into light"


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Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar


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Receiving The Lord And Sharing His Word 3

And after all of my trials and lessons,
I now know what they need the most,
The ability to know our loving Lord,
And the loving guidance of the Holy Ghost,

For in this they will find themselves free,
From the terrible plight of sinful ways,
And understand that in not being wrong,
They will find that love fills their days,

Our faith broken into many different walks,
Has many wondering which way to turn,
When the answer is just as simple as,
Following what you belief and learn,

Know that your belief must be followed,
For your faith to be confirmed,
And that your understanding expanded,
Or you will face the fire that burns,

While it may seem odd and strange,
You must have a heart wide and great,
When you consider these things,
So you can pass through the narrow gate.

For when the Lord said that,
All things you bind on earth,
He was talking to all of those,
Who were to build up his Church.

Thus each of the Apostles were ordained,
To go out and build up great missions,
And given power in this majestic way,
To lead their Churches by their decisions,

Of course some took issue and broke away,
And some were those who passed along the Word,
But now with many doctrines and denominations,
We now battle over which Christian path is sure,

Here is the truth as it was passed to me,
If a person truly has faith in the grace,
And produces wonderful fruit for all to see,
Who are we to judge their Christian ways,

For my friend this is a belief system,
Where you must follow that which you believe,
Yet your professed Christian brothers and sisters,
Meet with a Christian Kiss and let them be,

For we will all have to answer to our master,
And we will all learn that he is one and the same,
And on bended knee we will all bow before the Lord,
All of us will know our Lord and know his name,

But back to the here and now,
What words can I share with you,
To help you to overcome when life is hard,
Except to tell you that you are the fruit,


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Why Dogs Have Wet Noses

This tale dates back to Noah
and his famous ark built of wood,
how he saved a pair of canines,
not behaving as they should.
 
The animals lined up two by two,
each pair logged in at the gate,
for God had said it was crucial,
every creature participate.

The mischevious dogs were oblivious,
that their turn for boarding was near,
Noah called to them impatiently.
“dogs come, check in over here”.					
					 			
They wanted to play, not listen
and when Noah lost sight of the two,
he put in an emergency call to God,
asking him what he should do.

He was told the flood was upon them,
through the downpour, before it got dark,
his eyes searched the water, he spotted 
dogs swimming frantically out to the ark.

He opened the hatch, there was barely room,
though he tugged to fit both of them in,
he had no heart to cast them aside,
and he knew it would be a sin.

Everything fit but their noses
so he drilled two holes in the wood,
forty days and nights their noses got soaked,
never got warm and dried like they should..

Thanks to a couple of water drenched pups
God taught a lesson they wouldn’t forget,
thereafter each dog he created was doomed
to live with a nose that was wet!


 



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GOD BURSTS EVERYWHERE

My eyes has never perceive Him
Yet, He magnifies all that I perceive
My nose has never smelled Him
Yet, each scent lingers and fills

My skin has never feel Him
Yet in numerous ways He touch me
My ears has never hear Him
Yet all His words a soothing melody 

Inside the home..
On every four corners
In a school, shops...
On every building

Out from nowhere
Out of the blue
Through every season
Through every person

Your presence endears
Your presence encourages
Your presence an essence
Oh God, You burst everywhere!

by: olive_eloi
4:57pm
01/20/2014

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 hehehe a barrowed title from my soup friend michael byte :D hope it's ok.. :) was really inspired by the poem :)


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The Change of Sweet Rain

O sweet rain wash me away
Cleanse me of my sinful impurities
Purify my soul, revitalize my spirit

Bring with you; the wind of change
Strip me of my old garment
Allow her breeze to carry new raiment ashore

Become fresh in the new day
No longer fear my insecurities
For when the wind whistles, I want to hear it

A sound that's no longer strange
Soaked in his glory of life
Dancing in the rain; to a sound that is pure


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La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir


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God does answer prayers

we pray for understanding 
              God gives us the wisdom to understand
                   we pray for strength
              God gives us the power to be strong
                    we pray for courage 
              God gives us the opportunity to be courageous
                     we pray for forgiveness 
               God gives us a chance to  amend the wrongs
                      we pray for faith 
                God puts it in our sights to believe it
                      we pray for love 
                 God opens our hearts to receive it 
                       we pray for wealth 
                 god gives us the will to achieve it 
God just doesn't gives us what we want no matter how hard we plead 
but he does answer our prays according to our needs


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Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself


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Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris

Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Sleeping atop a Mountain Far from Greenwood village enthralling people of Folly Under calamity Thou Doesn’t notice Thou Do not take notice of Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris veiled as Travelers Believe they’re always here So pay Heed and forever be benevolently And Fortuna pursue thee provide them with Strife They will show Thee what adversity fills our world Light-Hearted-Ale Intoxicated trickery singing blissfully Awaiting Audience, Wait and see shown Thy Hospitality With Bread and Cheese O' Morgan ap Rhys Play the Harp so Enchantingly All Will dance Until death bestowed following the Revenging road Abuse the will Of The Unseen Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution Thou Couldn’t see how enchantment Curses Evil For In the Night All Will Disappear


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Finding the spirit and the truth within

This poem came from verse two of the ‘Gospel of Saint Thomas’. This is one of the gospels that the church did not want us to see. How can the ambitious ones who want power over us, rule us if we know that salvation comes through looking within. Not just from belief. I bought this gospel, and was pleasantly surprised. Jesus says in this gospel what the Buddha, Lao Tzu, and many other great spiritual leaders, Say. This is the way I live my life searching for the truth within. I will never ever just believe. Not too many people know about this Gospel. The church has done well in hiding it from us…….Peter

Finding your own truth.

Jesus said to the people
So very long ago
{He really loved to teach these folk
He wanted them to know]
‘Let they who seek, keep on searching
Until one day he finds.
When he finds, he will be troubled
It will astound his mind.

When astonishment touches you
Over all you then will rule
You must seek then to discover
The truth so wonderful
As you realize the spirit
That dwells so deep within 
And know within your own experience
The truth beyond the din.

It is not enough to follow
The truth that’s found by others
No one else can give you truth
Whether sisters, or your brothers
Each person must discover it
And find salvation too
Through the liberation of his soul
That’s what we all must do

7 February 2014 @1323hrs.




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The Concept of Freedom

The concept of precious freedom
Was born in the bowels of heaven.
In the bondage the world offers;
Fear throughout our lives is woven.
God hates mental or physical bondage,
Common to many an earthly kingdom.
The Passover is commonly known
As the festival of freedom.

Blood on the doorposts of Egypt
Was God’s symbol of freedom.
Freedom from the plague
That held death in its bossom.
The faithful were under the cover
Of the shed blood of the lamb.
Freedom from death was provided
And is God’s eternal, freedom plan.

When church and state combines,
As we have seen in certain cases,
The freedom of God’s people
Always ceases or diminishes.
Enforced ‘religion of the day’
Always persecutes and destroys.
No freedom to worship
For bondage has its envoys.

Freedom is a privilege,
Born from walking with our Lord.
To delight in His law of love
Brings freedom from discord.
Fear is the common basis
Of every type of bondage.
Fear needs to dictate or control,
And both lead to freedom’s carnage.

By Maureen LeFanue







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Lycanthrope-Lover

Silent pulses of Krileanine’s Pentagram Lure the young men of the hamlet Lönam Oh how she sains them with The Heptagram Curiosity killed the cat And made the Nightbeast Darkly, she commenced the ancient rite Performing in her Sluttish ways She’s preparing for the Full-moon Night Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Her host’s fangs Will pierce every innocent "Submit to my will You carrion ghoul Welcome to my Esoteric Hell" Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Whore of everything unholy You must Fear the Coming Of Muspelheim, Cassandra


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HOLY ORDER

HOLY ORDER

Where is thy sanctity and mystery?
Where is the vow of celibacy?

I’m i asking too much of this odour
Or is it a fallacy or a rumour

Scandal all around you and no remorse
Do i read it to be greed-what should i endorse

Why should priest crave for asset and wealth?
There still a lot not known in the depth


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You Came to Me Oh Lord

If what I feel is true
Don’t know how to explain
That my heart was heavy once
And didn’t know what to do

I was gloomy and darkness fell
 over me, all at once
I thought that I  was through
And was going straight to hell

Chorus

But then you came to me
And entered in my heart
And now that I am free
Promise with you to never part

I need you, Lord, to know
How desperate I did feel
Didn’t think that I would make it
And saw it all so real

The bad became the worse
And the worse became so real
And their teachings that I heard
Never happy would make me feel

Chorus

But then you came to me 
And entered in my heart
And now that I am free
Promise with you to never part

My heart became a stone
Didn’t know that I could feel
This LOVE that you give me
And my sins away you peeled

Now I’m grateful, Lord
And full of love I feel
Not only for you, God
But I feel I love the world

And most important, Lord
I feel I Love myself

Because

You came to me, Oh Lord
And entered in my heart
And now that I am free
Promise never from you to part

And become so lovingly
And stretch out my hand to thee

No matter what it is you feel
Prayer will set you free
So believe and faith will never fail
And let God’s love in you prevail


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Where were you - 1

Where Were You?

The most powerful kingdom on earth, 
With Kings who rule for four years,
Christians they were since their birth,
Yet they don’t know their greatest fears,

Lies in fallow months after elections,
Three months doubled for each term,
Meant three and half year selections,
Was all the rulers could hold firm,

Their power diminished in these times,
Meant that they were in absolute power,
For the age of Revelation’s in signs,
Three and a half years in their towers,

Now we have a King who’s first reign,
Is almost complete and he needs our votes,
To put this King back in power again,
And he will win as written so very long ago,

The son of a jackal who let herself be led,
And her son now fulfills the prophecies,
Which appear in the good book easily read,
With every step he takes here and over seas,

So be afraid my Christian Sisters and Brothers,
For should he win this second run for President,
The sacred Words of John the Revelator,
Will come true; Our future is now being set,

And should you think times are bad now,
Just you wait until the next few years,
The whore of Babylon removes her cowl,
Revealing to Christians their darkest fears,

All power in the world will then shift,
To a one world order with dark intent,
He’s been appointed as the Security chief,
And to this body all power will be sent,

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Mother's Nature

I was the water beneath their feet, the Warm breeze that swept past them as They took their first steps to The Promise Land. I moved them forward with little persuasion, Their minds racing with the anticipation of Life being given by my gentle hand. The trees twisted before their eyes; The sounds of the past filling their souls As my warm breath filled the air. The coyote called to you, the sky blushed, The ancient faces of years gone by, Gathered, their whispers hushed. Your faces, I remember, to this day, Were filled with dread and joy, But I knew the future you had ahead; To fight, loathe and destroy.


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A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


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God Forgiver of All Ills

Oh God, forgiver of all ills,
To thee we lift one voice;
Through thee, our reason is instilled,
Our wills, granted free choice.

Upon the cross on Calvary,
Thy only Son forgave
The errors of humanity;
Our weakened souls, he saved.

Thy justice is all-merciful,
Rewarding self-control,
Then sparing tortures that befall
The sloth of weak, impassioned souls.

Thy heavens turn in symmetry,
To follow thy design,
The world obeys the Almighty,
For all power is thine.


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INSPIRED BY SONGS OF SOLOMON

Let me pen my words with lyrics flowing
My words are better than vineyards growing
More tasty than your favorite meal
My words are as oil poured out…silky and surreal 

My divine father sculpture me 
Am inspired through Solomon songs lyrically
I am exalted and glad with thee
For thy blessings and your gift to me

Sit back, my fellow poets, my buddies and all humanity
Let wonderful poetry dictate the way you feel
Listen to inspiring words with a delicious flavor 
My style is unique and like no other

I am the keeper of chateau de Poetry
Charming words your soul loveth….read!
Feeding your conscious and subconscious everyday
Maketh your soul and spirit cast ponder away

Beautiful words flock your airy barnyards
A rich over flow… lyrically be glad!
O yeah! Am inspired by songs of Solomon
Shepherding my word’s serenading songs

King Solomon said, "Bring me a sword”
And I say “let my poetry be heard all over this world”
For I am poetically anointed by God!

©Copyright May 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


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Immanuel, God With Us

Conceived by the Holy Spirit,
To a virgin He was born;
Worshipped by Magi from the East;
With costly gifts adorned.
He was born in the little town of 
Bethlehem,
Just as was prophesied.
A baby sent from heaven—
God’s salvation plan espied.

The baby was called Jesus,
Just as the angel had instructed;
The one and only Son of God;
His child, He protected.
King Herod tried to kill him,
But failed to find heaven’s child.
Although he murdered many children,
Christ remained unprofiled.

With the gifts the wise men gave to Jesus,
His parents fled to Egypt for safety.
God provided protection for His Son 
In a far-off pagan country.
God’s gift of a Savior
To save us from our sins;
The greatest love gift of all time;
When His redemption plan begins.

We celebrate this special birth;
The one and only of its kind.
Christmas we call the season—
Celebrated with Immanuel in mind!
It’s great cause for celebration
For He gave us the hope of heaven;
Great peace and joy,
Into our lives forever woven!

Let’s sing our praises to Immanuel—
Our priest and intercessor on high.
Let’s celebrate His birth in Bethlehem
And His resurrection upon which we rely.
Without this miraculous birth,
We’d not know the extent of God’s 
great love;
Not realize how much He cares; 
Longs for our eternity above.

By Maureen LeFanue


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Healer Of Pain

A man struggles to see the light, 
Which shined so bright.
Darkness impours him and he fight's to break free,
But there's no light and he can't see.
The darkness is strong he trembles with fear,
He makes a cry to God loud and clear.
Forgive me for I have done wrong,
The evil around me is just to strong.
I come to you,
To help me through.
He opens his eyes and suddenly can see,
The light he had lost but now found for God answered him and set him free.
He thinks to himself how could I have been so vain,
But he forgives himself for he was saved by the healer of pain.


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Justice Done Right

Before you win you have to lose,
But make sure to think about the path you choose.
Cause the wrong one could ruin it all,
To where you stumble and fall.
Rise above the equation,
Getting rid of anger and frustration,
Even though it may not be a great situation,
Have to seek forth with pure concentration.
Keeping your focus to the light,
It shines with passion in the night,
Helping you burning so bright,
To give you strength to stand and fight,
Justice done right.

Before you win you have to lose,
Always keep a look out for that shortened fuse.
It could explode bursting  into flames with a huge cloud of smoke,
Spreading rapidly in all directions with no air to breathe everything starts to choke. 
Dying off seems the only way,
You start to day dream about yesterday,
Then it starts to fade away,
Your holding onto strings better left to fray.
Suddenly you see a light,
Burning with passion ever so bright,
You break free and continue to fight,
Justice done right.


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Einherjer

As we close our eyes in the midst of battle
We chant and praise his name
We raise our swords with honour in our hearts
Then charge forward to eternal fame

With Steel in hand and love in our hearts
We charge down the enemy at hand
With mighty roar we slay the beasts
With hope of going to our promised land

The promise land where the Einherjer rest
The fearless the brave the few
They drink the mead of Odin
And eat till they've had their fill

They wait for the final battle
When Heimdal sounds his horn
They will fight the enemy before them
Until the world is no more

Out of the ash's comes promise
Vidarr and Vali stand true
To protect the new world before them
And to forge our existence a new


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Martyrs

Fires burning, burning bright.
Not for warmth or even light.                        
Burning flesh seared to the bone. 
Was this the sense of martyrdom?

Mary Tudor was the Queen, 
return of Popery her dream.
Henry's child without a doubt,
her fathers deeds to turn about.

Men and women, loosing life,
butchers son and bakers wife.
Bishops, clerics, Lords and sires,
Not one spared the holy fires.

Thomas Cranmer was her aim, 
he caused her mother so much pain.
Anne Boleyn's most errant knight,
causing Mary's own sad plight.

Hooper, Ridley, Cranmer too,
English folk, all good and true.
All subsumed to appease her bile,
sacrificed on the stakes woodpile.

Fourteen score souls finally died,
entering the flames with pride.
Heretics, each and every one.
Assured of joining God's own son. 

As death became well-nigh routine,
The people cried God Save the Queen.
But they, in their hearts, were wary,
amongst themselves called her Bloody Mary.


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Where were you - 2

Cont... from Where were you - 1

Ah, if only they could see the terrible truth,
Of the plans they have to steal power,
From each and every nation on earth,
Are all foretold; Just not the day or hour,

So you just sit back and take it easy,
For these terrifying things can’t be stopped,
They are written, and we from sea to shining sea,
Have no hope except for our lamps to be held up,

Hold the lamp of your faith in our Lord high, 
Let all see that you care, love and follow,
The Lord’s two commandments we live by,
To Love God… and Love all people now,

Pray for all as we pass through this test,
Of our faith in our Lord being rewarded,
Which will cause much doubt and unrest,
In those without complete faith in our Lord,

And remember that our job does not change,
As true disciples and as true Christians,
We are to gather the harvest we obtain,
As believers who nonbelievers may shun,

The light is now rising and coming from the East,
And the remnant from every Christian Church,
Must stand together against the terrible beast,
And yet love the new kings who will run the earth,

For each of them will still be God’s children,
And by turning even one of their hearts,
We may be able to save one of them,
And their terrifying plan may fall apart,

But the wars, the disasters and sheer greed,
Will not stop and indeed will increase,
To the point where people can’t eat,
And lands will be consumed by disease,

And when all of this has come to pass,
When we learn how the rapture worked,
And the Lord saves the sinners ‘til last,
Those of us who failed to live by the Word,

So in the future when the people ask,
‘Where were you when this happened?’,
Burning questions which will take us to task,
‘We were too busy to worry about the end.’.


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The Spirit of Christmas

The spirit of Christmas
Comes and goes each year.
The decorations and music
Delight the eyes and delicate ears.
Unselfish giving with great joy
Shows we have the Christmas cheer.
Mother’s bake up a treat—
Their loved ones to endear.

“Peace upon earth and goodwill to men”
Is on the lips of all we meet;
Both where the snow is falling
And in the busy stores where gifts entreat.
The spirit of Christmas cannot be found
In pretty lights or tinsel on a tree,
But in the joy of a humble manger,
Where our Lord was born a baby.

The spirit of Christmas
Began with the three wise men from the East,
Bearing costly gifts for a king—
There was no banquet or feast.
They worshipped the new born baby;
The Star of Bethlehem showed them the way;
Few understood its silent night words;
The Christ-child’s birth to display.

The spirit of Christmas is in generous giving,
Just as God gave us His only son;
A sacrificial gift from the heart
For a world requiring pardon.
Let’s celebrate this Christmas season
With God’s love, joy and peace;
By remembering the needy;
The true spirit of Christmas release!

Maureen LeFanue


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Most High

Most High,
Reigning in the sky,
Thats how he sees the Sovereign Lord..
 
It begins with a man,
A young man,
Walked with God when he was young,
Didn't know wrong from right,
Left the Lord out of his sight,
Was a troubled kid in his school,
His school life was sent in a whirlpool,
Failed a yr and worked really hard,
He passed got dealt two good cards,
But God dealt him a hand that would change his life forever..

A terrible accident had happened,
Lucky to have survived,
Lying face down,
He cant feel from the neck down,
Taste of blood in his mouth,
He blacks out,
Wakes up being helped on a stretcher,
He was put into a helicopter,
He blacks out again,
Wakes up in his room,
Not knowing whether he can walk again,
He cries out to a nurse,
"Will i walk again?",
She says "Your very lucky dear boy,
And there was no permanent damage, 
It will take time,
But you should be walking in no time.",
He smiles,
Tried to pick up he cup made of styrofoam,
But he cant,
He finds out his wrist was broken in two places,
And will heal on its own,
He notices a long scar on his knee,
He was told he did permanent nerve damage,
And wont be able to feel anything on it or around it,
In what felt like a long time,
He made a complete recovery,
Grew stronger with his legs,
Goes back to school,
A day after his birthday,
And thats when the nightmare began.. 

Then one day,
His parents saved him with their kind words,
His eyes were opened,
He saw everything clearer and brighter,
He accepted God's word,
Hes grown stronger through Christ,
He was redeemed by his Savior,
God's unfailing love truly means the world to him,
His walk with God have been a journey he can not explain,
But the smile on his face says it all,
He walks stronger and stands tall,
For he put his trust in God,
The Sovereign Lord..
 
Most High,
Reigning in the sky,
Thats how he sees the Sovereign Lord.


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Give Me Concern for the Lost - Prayer

Fill me anew with your Spirit;
Give me concern for the lost.
Anoint me for your service;
Use me in your harvest.
I commit my life to your leading—
May my heart be filled with your love;
Full of concern for the dying,
Who have a home prepared above.

Give me opportunities to witness;
To tell of your mercy and joy;
Your precious Holy Spirit—
You left this earth to deploy.
Place in me a fire—
That burns deep within.
May this passion be contagious,
So that others too will begin.

Use me to bless the hurting;
Pray for all their needs,
So they can see your handiwork,
And miracles for others to concede.
May joy and peace be with me;
May your love be highly sought—
Not for selfish reasons,
But for others lives you have bought.

May my concern for the lost—
Compel me into action.
I trust you, Lord, to enable me;
In everything, I seek confirmation.
Place a double portion of your Spirit—
Upon my life today.
May all the lost be drawn to you,
And may “I” not get in the way. 
A-men.

Featured in my book No. 1, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright 2011 Maureen LeFanue


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Come To The Well

Lord make us courageous to fight,
Lift up our hands towards Your light.
Jesus friend of sinners,
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers.
May we shine to that city on the hill,
Your already there waiting with our hearts for you to fill.
May we hear the toll of the ringing bell,
Make our hearts thirsty to come to the well.

May the glory of Your name be the passion of the church,
Let the righteousness of God be a Holy flame that burns.
We believe Your all to us.
To You the nations bow down,
To You creation cries out.
All things we hold together,
Your name will stand forever.
Majesty! You are Majesty!
For You and You alone awake our soul awake our soul and see,
For the world You love Your will be done let Your will be done in us.
In our hearts Lord,
In this nation.
Awakening.

Lord make us courageous to fight,
Lift up our hands towards Your light.
Jesus friend of sinners,
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers.
May we shine to that city on the hill,
Your already there waiting with our hearts for you to fill.
May we hear the toll of the ringing bell,
Make our hearts thirsty to come to the well.


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Aquarian Dream I-- The Rebellion

Centuries are unfolded Filled with corruption and lies Where's the change A tyrant has an iron hand But we are the diamonds We appear to be coal darken by ash But with so many years of pressure we became diamonds Ready to strike We are the vein cut open The red, working for the gold Deter the tyrant We can win, Rise up against the guards Fight for our voice Our suffering will not go on You'll know what it's like to purge from your sins So many years of pain So many lies gilded with hope So much death and decay This will not go unheard Deter the tyrant He'll know what it's like to cease to exit Fight for our voice Fight for our freedom There must be a way


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Christmas Gifts

Underneath the tree so grand
Sit many boxes beautifully wrapped;
Packaged with discerning hands;
Gifts by God’s love enveloped.
Giving is the greatest blessing;
Far greater than to receive,
But at Christmas we enjoy both,
Except the very poor and grieved.

So let’s think about the needy,
This very special Christmas Day;
Give generously of food and gifts
To those in need and pray.
Pray for folk who are grieving,
When happiness should be their lot.
We often forget to pray for others;
Let your prayers not be forgot.

When the gifts have all been given
And the tree looks somewhat bare,
It’s time to enjoy the delicacies
That loving hands did prepare.
Whether it be roast turkey,Or a leg of lamb and gravy,
Let’s remember the hands of the Giver,
And the blessed Christmas story!

Let’s thank God for His Christmas gift;
The greatest gift of all time.
The gift of our shepherd and Savior,
Born so miraculously divine.
This is the real reason,
We celebrate at Christmas;
Give thanks for all our blessings
Of hope, peace, joy and happiness.

Maureen LeFanue


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Open My Eyes

Open my eyes,
Let faith arise.
Believing there's hope,
When the pain is to strong I can't cope.
Your love is deeper than the sea,
It comforts my heart and frees me.
Your mercy is unfailing, Your glorious most high,
Keep me strong looking up to the sky.
I know that this isn't easy,
Its getting harder and harder to see,
That something good will come upon me.
In the Heavens You reign,
I lift my hands to believe again.
I reach to You at arms length,
You are my refuge You are my strength.
Your mercy burns like ember,
As I pour out my heart these things I remember.
You are faithful God forever.
So let my faith arise,
Open my eyes.


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Selene

Like when I'm in your arms i am safe
Like when in running agaisnt the wind
All my loosing all my fears within
 
With every light seeping through
I couldn't dream of anything more immaculate
 
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep
 
"Your beauty is all I seek
Come stay an enternity in sleep"
 
"cold mistress just leave me
I'm going throughly this star-caressed lands, wasted"
 
"You are for me
Shall be mine
together; never Lovelorned
Within an enteral rest
Passing through thy heart"
 
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep


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Our Struggle

Our struggle is not against flesh and blood,
But against spiritual forces of darkness.
We have divine power to demolish strongholds,
The full armor of God and His righteousness.
His weapons are unlike those of the world—
His word, His Spirit, faith and prayer.
They reveal our great need of Him
And help us, our Father, to draw near.

By resisting the powers of evil,
We submit to the power of our Lord;
Place our feet on the Rock of Salvation—
His weapons, in our struggle, to applaud.
The greatest battleground is our minds,
But the struggle’s not ours alone.
We depend upon the Father for everything—
Our life, salvation and crown.

By submitting to the Lord we restrict evil,
Although the temptations may be great,
He’ll cleanse our hands and purify our hearts,
So evil fails our souls to relate.
Those who are double-minded,
Need ask for faith to carry them through.
This is not a battle that’s tangible,
But one of which we have no view.

In our struggle, we are like the blind,
Needing help to accomplish tasks;
Help to resist the evil one,
Who in our helplessness basks.
But with the power of our Creator,
We can conquer and destroy,
The powers of unseen darkness,
That the evil one does deploy.
 
By Maureen LeFanue


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Black Lilly

Black Lilly:

The red sun sets as the crystal moon rises over the vast country side. Stars above glisten with perfection in bright arrays as the earth below them silently moves.

Her aging pale eyes look outward in wonder as she cradles a black book in her withered hands. Her wisdom beckons for reason but her heart yearns for change. Though she knows its wrong, she cant resist.

“Black Arcana, god of the forbidden art, hear my voice and grant my wish of eternal youth! Take these hands of a crone and blinding eyes, color my ice white hair and sweeten my voice with a sultriness.”
She gazes at the words written on the crumbling page.
“A maidens tongue, the sent of first love, and a true virgins heart.”

The older women known as black Lilly stirs her concoction carefully as the blood of her victim drips down the wooden ladle.

Blackness twists and winds as fog fills the tiny room with putrid smelling pink hues.

Slowly she is consumed by her witchery.

Lilly’s hair softly turns blonde as her large eyes dilate blue.
“Yes, make me beautiful!”
Her trembling voice cries.

Suddenly the old grandfather clock strikes two as the bells chime fiercely throughout her room.

She stands upright in awe no longer feeling the plaguing resistance of old age. Lilly smiles and giggles under her lovely breath.

Abruptly she is stuck by the sound of her voice.
“no, this cant be!”
She screams.

Her reflection stares back at her with a shocking realization.
“A child, I have been turned into an eternal child!”

She falls to her shaking knees and grieves, for her gift of eternity has become an everlasting curse.


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Mary,You Were Favored

Mary you were favored
By God from above;
Favored with our Savior
Born to show us the Father’s love.
Mary you carried the seed
To save a whole wide world.
Through the baby kissed by you
Redemption was unfurled.

As you held your baby,
You held the Lamb of Heaven;
A short and troubled life
For eternity to be given.
Mary you were chosen
And above all women praised.
You stood crying at the cross;
Witnessed your son from death raised.

Mary you were favored;
Your son rose from the grave
To free men from evil’s bondage 
By which they are enslaved.
Mary you were favored
To see Heaven’s promise;
Your child’s planned resurrection, 
Portraying a life of great purpose.

Mary you were favored,
But sheltered not from pain.
God in His love and great mercy
The future did not explain.
Your son was born to save you, 
And billions of other souls;
Those who choose to follow—
His glory to extol!

By Maureen LeFanue


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The Joy of Christmas

The joy of Christmas
Is found in giving;
Spreading pleasure all around;
Enhancing loved ones’ living.
Giving to others who cannot return
Is the essence of Christmas;
Creating big smiles instead of a frown;
Bringing joy to circumstances grievous.

The joy of Christmas
Commenced with a babe;
Hidden in a manager
That God himself had made.
Humble beginnings
For our child Savior,
Who grew to become a man;
Secure His heavenly Father’s favour.

The Joy of Christmas
Is contagious with love;
Demonstrated to each other
Through our Lord above.
A time of jubilation—
To rejoice in God’s redemption.
This babe sleeping in a manger
Was eternity’s Christmas connection.

May the joy of Christmas
Fill your heart and soul complete.
Memories of an innocent child—
A birth never to repeat.
He grew to redeem a world so lost;
To show us love not fear.
That little babe born in Bethlehem
Brought Christmas peace, joy and good cheer!

By Maureen LeFanue


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Indescribable Awakening

People of God why can't you see,
The shining light that sets His believers free.
His mercy is so powerful its shakening,
His love is an indescribable awakening.

Darkness seems to be around,
The light is lost it cant be found.
People are sinning worshiping idols,
When times get tough they wanna give up becoming suicidals.
God is looking down on them shaking his head,
Wondering why these people are turning away making their own bed.
God stays hidden so we can seek Him,
It makes the light shine so instead of drowning we swim.
People of God why can't you see,
The shining light that sets His believers free.
His mercy is so powerful its shakening,
His love is an indescribable awakening.


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Fight The Mere Fight

So it begins, A man falls into his reckless sins.
Believes in God, Talks to him everyday.
Little does he know, The pain is sure grow.
Acts of guilt, sorrow and self retreat brings him crumbling down.
God is more than what others think of to him.
He's Almighty, Glorious, Powerful, Freind, Creator, Lord, and Father above all.
Thus he learns everyday what he reads in the Bible to which he takes in at heart, He breaks into tears wanting a new start.
God and his friends are the only ones he can talk to, No one else seems to understand thus making talking about what he wants too to them very difficult. He doesnt know what to do.
With little time and so much weight on his shoulders its hard to see a brighter side, Before he knows it he will lose his pride.
So much negativity is surrounding him where he calls home, He talks to God explains what is going on and awaits a message.
A message so clear only he could hear, Though some cannot stand to wittness any longer.
Repenting God is something he cannot do, He wouldn't stay true.
Hes in a never ending battle with himself on giving up and fighting the mere fight growing stronger under God.
But its a tough battle.
He doubts himself.
Making a stand from living or dying is one he may never break free,
But he knows he's not alone and he suddenly can see.
The burning passion of a light,
WIth it he learns to fight the mere fight.


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ALL THE PASTOR SAYS

        ALL  THE  PASTOR  SAYS.
Season  of  faith
Is  straight  ahead
The  golden  gate,
This  could  sound  strange
But  she’s  great,
Congratulate  every  day
Like  a  page  bearing  a 
New  name.
I  have  faith
This  all  I  can  say.
Writing  is  a  place
In  that  symbolic
Village,
Am  not  talking  a 
Scared  cave,
Preaching  sounds  like  
A  delicious  taste
To  major  righteous  race,
As  you  create,  to  
Portray  images  of  positive
Trait.
Seconds  disappear  in
Her  regular  paste.
The  letters  on  a
Slate, nor
The  voice  of  a  saint
Is  all  I  illustrate  to
Remain  safe.
Any  lawful  state  carries
The  best  magistrate.
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Destiny

Don’t envy the arrogant
Or the prosperity of the wicked;
Without struggles, healthy and strong,
But their lives are not sacred.
For pride is their necklace;
Their hearts are callous;
They scoff and speak in arrogance
With strains of uncalled for malice.

Their mouths lay claim to heaven—
They are carefree,
But when I entered the sanctuary,
I understood their destiny.
Destroyed, swept away in terror,
Their end will not be sweet.
Stay close instead to your Lord
Where you’ll find sin’s sweet defeat.

The Sovereign Lord’s my refuge;
His commands I adore;
I’ll stay by His side
And keep my heart pure!
For the end of the arrogant
Is not a pleasant sight.
I’d rather see the glory
Of our dear Lord so radiantly bright.

Who have I in heaven
But my Creator.
Earth has nothing to desire 
Greater than my Mediator.
Those far from Him will perish
Be completely swept away;
Suddenly destroyed;
Failed to seek God’s saving way.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2011
www.godsgreetings.com


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The Magic of Christmas

The magic of Christmas
Finds its foundations in God’s love;
Showered down from heaven
Like snowflakes from above;
The children singing carols
And the fairy lights so sweet;
The joy of peace and good will
Offered to all we meet.

The magic of Christmas
Began two thousand years ago,
When Christ was born in a manager;
Humble beginnings for God’s child below.
The three wise men bearing gifts—
Worthy of a king’s majesty;
The Star of Bethlehem shining bright
To lead them to this child of heavenly beauty.

The magic of Christmas
Is still with us today,
As long as we remember
God’s greatest gift to portray.
For God’s great love shown to mankind
Is the reason for the season;
Giving unselfishly to others
Demonstrates heaven’s liaison.

The magic of Christmas
Brings excitement for all;
The excitement of family gatherings;
The good times to recall.
It’s a time to offer love, peace and joy
To loved ones and those in need;
Indulge in unselfish giving
For each gift is God’s love seed.

Maureen LeFanue


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Your Assignment

God created solutions to problems,
Whereby you’re assigned on earth.
So recognize your assignment to solve a problem— 
Let your assignment birth.
Your assignment possesses passion,
So you’ll excel in what you love most.
Let your assignment become your
obsession—
Seasons of preparation to post.

You’re given gifts for your assignment,
So when God’s time is right,
your assignment will be recognized
And your gifts will take wings of flight.
Be aware of your difference from others.
It’s your difference that will be recognized.
Who sees you determines your promotion;
Your own family will be surprised.

Your assignment will require preparation,
That could take a number of years.
Moses’ assignment was Israel’s deliverance—
Caused him a wilderness experience and tears.
You are born to solve other’s problems,
And that’s how you’ll find your reward.
Pray to the God of heaven—
Your assignment to be set in motion, not
ignored.

Your assignment will have an enemy—
In your enemy you’ll find promotion.
David killed Goliath for Israel;
In this assignment, David found recognition.
Your assignment gives you financial provision—
Provision that is guaranteed.
Provision’s an incentive for obedience—
Provision provides great joy indeed!

Featured in my book No. 1, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright 2011 Maureen LeFanue


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The Sapphire Throne

Over the lowered wings of angels
Ezekiel saw the sapphire throne;
Christ appearing like a man—
Through a rainbow radiant crown.
In the presence of such glory,
He fell face down.
“Son of man to your feet, he heard.”
In the Spirit he was found.

Ezekiel was to go to the Israelites;
a very rebellious nation.
He saw a hand holding a scroll,
Bound with lament and woe in portion.
He was told to eat the scroll;
It tasted very sweet.
Ezekiel was to prophesy,
but his words, Israel failed to greet.

Ezekiel’s message—
Was one of sword, famine and plague.
From the sapphire throne—
Not one detail was vague.
Idolatry in the temple—
such desecration.
How dare they mourn for Tammuz—
This rebellious, favored nation.

The cherubims’ wheels departed;
Whirling as they went.
Fire came from these wheels,
to tell of disaster sent.
The four creatures’ faces vanished;
The Lord’s glory departed.
The sapphire throne, no more to be seen;
Israel’s future prophesied and seated.

Featured in my book No. 1, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright 2011 Maureen LeFanue


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Salome

Beauty of the Maliced-Night Come to me, Wake me up Forlorn I've been for Centuries My heart beckons for the day of the thought of You Glimpsing in my dreams I see you fighting through The Iron-Gate that held me too You ordered my death in such a Beauty-Blinding way How can I refuse? The dust and sand of the desert's wane Has left myself to Blame The lust and land of the Desert's Wane Suffocated me with the forlorn days I've met you my lover I've met you my execution I've met you my Loving Shame I've met you my Salome Salome, Selfish Lover Salome, Gates of Jerusalem hold you In Salome, my Beauty The Dust and Sand of the desert's wane The Lust and Loving Shame Has left Myself to Blame I've Met You My Salome


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Bartimeus, the Blindman

Bartimeus, sat by the roadside
In his usual place of begging.
He heard the crowd and Jesus,
So he began to shout out pleading
“Jesus, Son of David—
Have mercy on me”
The crowd rebuked him;
Told him to hush his plea.

Jesus stopped and called him
So he threw his cloak aside;
Rushed blindly to Jesus,
Whose heart was open wide.
“What do you want?”
Jesus asked the beggar
“Rabbi, I want to see,” he said
“That I may walk and not stagger”

“Go, your faith has healed you”
Was Jesus sweet reply.
Bartimeus jumped for joy
For this miracle his sight did supply.
Immediately he followed Jesus
Able to walk on his own.
His spiritual needs
Now to be filled
Heavenward to roam.

Just like the crowd that day
We often fail to assist
Those who need Jesus—
To tell them we resist.
Afraid of rejection
Opportunities pass us by.
To bring the hurting to our Lord,
Even when for help they cry.

Bartimeus, the blind beggar
Received what he asked;
Healing that he might see—
In God’s glory to bask.
The moral of this story
Is for us to leave Laodicea;
Lead the world to Jesus
For He’s man’s only panacea!


Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2011


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The Divine

We built ourselves a universe We were the first cause The unmoved mover The grand architect We watched the people from a far As they dwelled in our world They always wonders "why" and "who am I" An answer we did not give Who are the mortal to know About the divine So they made their own Gods and prophets All right; and all are wrong Some stood the test of time But some just couldn't rhyme So they diminished thier delusions in time They fight and deny all other beliefs Why? It makes no sense to us Why all the big fuss? Cant they all be right? And all wrong? Why do they start discord When they worship the ones of concord Now, it is us the first cause The unmoved mover The grand architect Who are meant to ask "why" and "who are we" When all they do is fight more Far from the true truth


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There Is No Fear In Love

“18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. 19 We love because he first loved us.”  1 Jn 4:18-19 NIV

There is no fear in love.
Fear has to do with punishment.
The presence of fear itself
Is indicative of love’s abandonment.
We love because God first loved us
And love cements God’s people.
A world without love
Would be so scary and horrible.

There is no fear in love—
All fear is laid to rest.
Peace floods the soul
Even when submitted to life’s tests.
Fear is a lonely place;
A place from where peace flees.
Love knows no fear;
Love with peace agrees.

There is no fear in love
For fear is of the enemy.
Perfect love drives out fear—
A heartfelt testimony.
Whoever lives in love,
By love is made complete;
Knows love’s successes,
And escapes fear’s defeat.

There is no fear in love
For in love we find God’s presence.
In the presence of God above,
Fear must find its absence.
In the battle between good and evil,
Evil will surely fall.
Love is the conqueror—
The conqueror of all!

Featured in my book No. 4, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright © 2011 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org


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The Word of God Is Living

“12For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”  Heb 4:12 NIV

The Word of God is living and active—
Sharper than a double-edged sword;
Penetrates and divides soul and spirit;
Judges man’s ways found in discord.
It’s only by absorbing God’s words
That these words change the heart;
Led by the Holy Spirit—
Greater truth daily to impart.

The Word of God encourages—
Gives hope for life immortal.
After the breath (soul) departs
Death’s kiss becomes final.
Because the Word of God is living,
It’s like no other book;
Has the power to change lives,
When we use it as our guidebook.

The Word of God is powerful
Unlike the words of man—
For man’s words are not living;
In comparison are bland.
That’s why we need to pray
Before we open God’s word.
Pray for the Holy Spirit,
His understanding to be heard.

Because the Word of God is living
It’s precious to the soul,
Who searches for the truth;
Longs to find each keyhole.
It opens up the eyes
And softens hardened hearts;
Enables us to love our enemies;
God’s plan of redemption it imparts.

Copyright © 2009-2011 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com


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Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
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Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


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Simple Message

Righteousness by faith
Is a simple message.
It’s all about surrender—
Giving Christ free passage.
For He’s the one who enables—
Us to serve and obey.
Provides the gifts for service;
The power temptation to stay.

Sometimes surrender means action;
Sometimes it means to be still;
Acknowledging our weakness;
God’s enabling power to fulfill.
Trusting God to complete;
The good work He has begun;
Believing for the victory—
Redemption to be won.

In this simple message
Of righteousness by faith,
We must learn to act upon,
God’s precious words of truth.
To trust and obey,
Even though we cannot see,
Is what God asks of us,
As a child upon His knee.

A faith that believes in victory
Is the type of faith we need,
Even though there’s no evidence,
Just as though there is, we proceed.
Christ in His righteousness
Has promised to cover our sin;
Cleanse us and make us whole;
With this simple message eternity begins.

Copyright © 2009-2010 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org


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The Prosperity of Heaven

The prosperity of heaven
Is in another realm.
Joy is its power—
God’s at its helm.
Greed and avarice
Nowhere can be found.
Giving and receiving
Everywhere abounds.

The prosperity of heaven
Is based purely on love.
For this is the language
Of the godhead up above.
The maker of heaven and earth
Has wealth beyond count;
Provides lovingly for His children—
Nothing to discount.

The prosperity of heaven
Is beyond our wildest dreams.
God’s throne room alone
Such beauty beyond realms.
Gold and precious stones
Found everywhere;
Large pearls for gates—
Six of a pair.

The prosperity of heaven
Is beyond man’s wildest dreams.
No sun to divide the day;
God’s glory magnificantly beams.
The glory of God
Shines all around;
With angels singing praises
To music so profound.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2011
www.maureenlefanue.com


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Faith In Adversity

“28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matt 6:28-34 NIV

Faith in adversity
Is what the Savior possessed.
Faith in adversity
Is what must be addressed.
For we’ll all experience adversity;
Some more than others.
Adversity draws us closer to our Father;
Hoping each adversity He covers.

Faith in adversity
Is the purpose of each trial.
Adversity’s the lesson;
But faith must not find denial.
For if we have no trials,
We seek our Maker less.
Become way too comfortable
For lack of duress.

Faith in adversity
Is the way that our faith grows.
If we’re to develop faith,
We must trust our Lord who knows.
He knows just what is best for us,
Whether trials or joy come our way.
Both are blessings—
Keep us from going astray!


© Copyright 2007-2011 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org