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LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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Christmas Music

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

Contest:  A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich
Written:  12.16.15

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011

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Don't you worry bout my soul

Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load 
Don't you worry bout my soul
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry your tears like a  crocodile  empty eyes phony smile,
To me I plainly see you're clearly blind 
So don't you worry bout my kind . . .
I see everything just fine
You're busy yelling and a tellin me all the things you think you can see, going on in this ol world you think ain't right
Get the beam on out of your own eye, til you've listened to the children cry, hungry and tormented in the night 
Don't you worry bout my eyes . . .
I'm seeing everything just fine
Don't you worry bout my ears
Cause you've been deaf for many years
I don't need some deaf man tellin me what I should hear or how to be, when he is only playing on my fears
So don't you worry bout my ears . . .
I hear your deafness loud and clear
Don't you worry bout my mind
Though it gets misplaced from time to time
But I think I know what courage means, how heartache feels, when freedom rings
And I know that I am running out of time
So don't you worry bout my mind . . .
I think I'll get along just fine
Don't you worry bout my soul
Cause I met the Master long ago
And the one you portray Him to be
Is not the same One known to me
The One Who made me free so long ago
So don't you worry bout my soul.
Mathew 15:14

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Queen Esther The Song

(Esther 5: 2)

(Chorus:  Part 1)

Walk In Majesty
Walk In Grace
Walk With GOD
Shining On Your Face
And You Can Walk
Thru Any Place ...

Prepare Your Steps
To Bring GOD Praise
Keep Your Stride
A Steady Pace
Walk In GOD's Ways
Thru Every Space ...

(Chorus:  Part 2)

Walk Like Queen Esther
Brave & Beautiful
Walk Like Queen Esther
Divinely Dutiful

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guard You
On The Way

... Walk Like Queen Esther ...

Walk Like Queen Esther
In Love & Trust
Walk Like Queen Esther
and Move On
If You Must ...

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guide You
Through Always

and Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther

(Main Song)

The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

There Was No Hesitation
In His Heart's Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held His Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

But Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *

so Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther

( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )

             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/17/2013 
              by:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |


In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy 
And fantasy becomes reality.

The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable.

In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny.

In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects.

In the dream world wishes don’t count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.

Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013

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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Sunday Organist

What's the theme this week?
Songs of faith, hope, love; Jesus Christ?

                     ---Sunday Organist---

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Behind the Mask

You’ve got blood on your wrist
Never unclenching your fist 
Looking the enemy in the eye 
Fighting until you die

We always look to those who wear the mask
Longing for the impossible task 
Chasing the safety you think you deserve
Looking for the people who will serve

When the gunshot fires
You’re always blaming the liars
You trust in your pride
But these sins you just can’t hide
So you put on your mask
Facing the impossible task

Why is it that we fight for this country’s pride
Ignoring all the broken souls who’ve died
We hold on to what we believe
But inside we truly deceive 

We always look to those who wear the mask
Longing for the impossible task 
Chasing the safety you think you deserve
Looking for the people who will serve

Trying to save our family name 
Hoping things will stay the same
We watch our brothers die
We watch our mothers cry
All so we can hold on to our lie

Through the blood sweat and tears
We hold on to our heroes through the years 
You say the power is within yourself
To heal from the pain you’ve felt 
You say you can earn your salvation
But the only thing you earn is your damnation 

We always look to those who wear the mask
Longing for the impossible task 
Chasing the safety you think you deserve
Looking for the people who will serve

There is a hole in your heart
It’s been broken from the start
You know you can’t live through this pain
You know you’re going insane 
You’re looking in all the wrong places
Trusting in all the wrong faces

Before you start your war
Let me tell you the answer you’re looking for
There’s only one trail
That will lead us from hell
Please hear what I have to say
Jesus Christ is the only way

We always look to those who wear the mask
Longing for the impossible task 
Chasing the safety you think you deserve
Looking for the people who will serve

Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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Music and You

Just one night
Please baby
Just one night
I want to give you my heart
I wanna give you my soul
This life’s too hard to live alone 
So could you please 
Just one night
And I’ll be alright 

Cause I know
When the night goes on
And I forget what road
I’m on 
I stare in your eyes
And I know I’ll fly
Cause I know
I’ll always have 
Music and you 

This life always seems 
To shove me down
This world always seems
To take my crown
But through it all
I will stand tall
Music is my anchor
That points me to the savior 

Cause I know
When the night goes on
And I forget what road
I’m on 
I stare in your eyes
And I know I’ll fly
Cause I know
I’ll always have 
Music and you

Through the tears 
Of this tragedy 
Your beauty
Brings a melody
You’re music to my soul 
You make me whole
Won’t you take my hand
Dance through this foreign land

Cause I know
When the night goes on
And I forget what road
I’m on 
I stare in your eyes
And I know I’ll fly
Cause I know
I’ll always have 
Music and you

Just one night
Please baby
Just one night

I always want
Music and you 

Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2014

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Instruments of Love

I recite your name in              the whispers of the wind
for bonded to my heart          are you until the  end
I lifted the chalice                   drank deeply of its wine
I felt of its effects                    the fullness of divine

Like the chords of piano        and dulcimers delight
your melodies do waft            through every thought at night
a master plays the chords     a violin with strings
plays my heart like a harp     whose music on it rings

Your fingers play me like       the stroke of piano keys
every touch I enjoy                your heart it aims to please
you are a symphony              whose chords have touched my heart
a birth cries transmission       of transformation every part

Songs like an aria                  may yet I learn to sing
whose vocals resonate          the inmost of my being
You left no line untouched     no strand is mine alone
made sure you did I knew      would make you me your own
Somewhere I lost myself        I gave it all to you
things I don't understand       reasons appear askew
I inhale you my breathe         to deepest parts within
need you to embrace me      as close as your own skin

We retire together                 speak 'neath the baleful skies
of every trial in life                 and those who live in lies
greet me in the morning        curl around me at night
sing to me of love songs       of futures very bright
The wedding of my heart      tears away my mind
I want to    forever                 hold you for all of time
Are not your words a bath     that removes the worlds dirt
a balm of medicine                to heal the deepest hurt

Its surpassing sweetness      a palate of good taste
love so intoxicating                no drop will go to waste
the adversary's here             and tramples the flowers
but you oh my beloved          too freely roam my hours

My life is but a breath           an instrument of song
music tells the stories           of lives and right and wrong
The scent of yesterdays       the pathways of the past
forward now the future          into the everlast

Proverbs 16
24 Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC 

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2013

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The Wound That Never Heals

Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I was teaching Shakespeare’s 92nd ridiculous sonnet
to my student who lays blacktop in the off season
Shakespeare bellyaching about dying without her love
a feeling foreign to a modern adolescent sensibility
although many teens are pretty far gone searching
for their mothers or fathers in their dazed lovers’ eyes.
Which is why we call it “the wound that never heals.”
Or the lesion that’s always lengthening. And bleeding.

Muslim fundamentalists and their Christian counterparts
are a mystery to me. Pews and prayer rugs, the airless
indoor environment of religious worship, reading
scriptures, hypnotized by hymns and fainting from staring
at candles through stained glass windows, almost certain
the preacher is faking his certainty about the afterlife.
It’s not my problem. A more immediate concern:
receding gums and tooth extractions, swollen joints,
poor lubrication and circulation, wave after wave
of viral infection, the occasional antibiotic-resistant
bacterial attack, usually urinary, and who knows
what internal organs are dividing and conquering
without mercy or cease, i.e. the wound that never heals.

It is wise not to overvalue your continued existence,
good not to be innumerate, unable to compare
a mere 80 years with say 6.0 x 109 or all of time
(to date) times the multiverse. Conversely,
it is interesting all of space and most of history is contained
in your little mind (realizing of course it’s just a map
of the cosmos not the cosmos itself, or is it?). I’m
unable to wrestle free, tongue in that cavity
and locked in my memories, so separate and disparate
from the biomass in the crosswalks, even my spouse.
Alone, so alone, even your doctor can only devote
limited thought to your situational mortality through
the redress of poetry—also a wound that never heals.

Snow for eternity, that’s what this February’s been.
All to the good, for someone it’s the final February
so enjoy it to the extent you can. By that I mean joy.
Joy at birth. Joy at death. All joy. All times. Anyway.
That was Shakespeare’s message: even tragedies are comedies. 
May, a Buddhist, chants each morning.
Her husband, Marc, who’s Jewish, plays league tennis.
Their son, Aaron, will soon make Eagle scout.
How does it relate to your wound that never heals?
Luck runs out. For D.H. Lawrence in New Mexico
or Ulysses S. Grant in Ohio or Yasujiro Ozu in
Tokyo or Satyajit Ray in Bombay or Rabindranath
Tagore in Bangalore or at the Battle of the Atlantic in the Azores.

The night is a poultice, winter or summer solstice.
My anonymity will not effect the anomie ghettoside
seeing for myself how season by season
vacations and accomplishments accumulate, late in life
and early on, sunrise over mountains or moonrise over Bronx.
Masturbator, prisoner of war. Hospice of the Holy Roman Empire.
Numerous blue notes: the 3 flat, 7 flat, 5 flat,
the 6 flat and the 2 flat too. I don’t get
what Wallace Stevens means by imagination.
When groundhog shows up as a totem, there is opportunity
to explore the mystery of death without dying.
This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)!
Now what about that wound that never heals.

The Skeptical Observer column in Scientific American
was somewhat alarming when he accepted a paranormal
explanation for how his wife’s grandfather’s inoperable
transistor radio played music from its hiding spot
in his sock drawer on, and only on, their wedding day.
Now I’ll have to believe my father (or mother!) is watching me
perform private sexual acts with (or without) partners
or that they could even know my thoughts. Or aliens
are attending our committee meetings and making
perfectly reasonable decisions given the available information
and the world is rotating just fine without humans.
These possibilities–angels, ghosts, aliens–are better
than holocaust and genocide. In this way,
and only in this way, does doom become endurable.
The wound that never heals in the end is all you’ll feel.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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Christian Music

The world of Christian music is amazing,
Compared to when I was a kid finding my music.
It has evolved into brilliant composing,
Words of hope, life, inspiration, and a new kick.

The songs are not all slow or bland,
I only listened when mom was driving.
But now I listen to many a Christian band.
The artists are young and the business is thriving.

I love to here songs that move my soul,
Newsboys, Jars of Clay, Mercy Me,
To name a few I have seen at a show.
Each of them making my inhibitions run free.

Casting Crowns, Sanctus Real, and Skillet,
All get me up and moving.
As the song is played I sing it and feel it,
Much more than during my childhood schooling.

Try it out see if you like it,
Air 1 is the station in my car.
You can also find it on the Internet,
Just type in the address bar.

Hesitant to give Christian music a try,
I don’t blame you it once was very dry.
I still listen to some Skynard and songs of the west,
But as for me and my house Christian music is the best.

For "Soul Tunes" contest.

Copyright © Brian Magness | Year Posted 2011

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A Little Rain


I was happy as I could be, and things were going right for me,
Then a little rain came into my life, a little bit of pain and strife,
A little rain came into my life; the sun now I could not see.
Then I looked up into a tree and heard a bird sing out merrily,
“Oh, a little rain came into my life, a little bit of clouds and strife,
A little rain came into my life, and now I won’t thirsty be.”
Then I looked up in the sky, and sunshine now was greeting my eye.
Yes, a little rain came into my life, a little bit of pain and strife,
A little rain came into my life, but that was the best for me.
The sky so gray and fall of the rain of which I have so often complained
Is a message from the Lord above, a message of His wonderful love,
A message from the Lord up above that the sun will come shining again.
We all need sunny skies and the rain, we all need comfort and we all need pain.
When a little rain comes into your life, a little bit of pain and strife,
The little rain that comes to your life will follow with sunshine again.
When life becomes a stormy shore, when you think you’ll be happy no more,
When that little rain comes into your life, that little bit of pain and strife,
When that little rain comes into your life, just look up and trust in the Lord.

Music has been written to these words.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Music of Peace

Do you hear the music?
Floating on the breeze
And the sweet song’s lyrics
Brings words of peace

The music sings of peace on earth
And the chiming of sweet bells
There is a flute playing
With sounds of harps as well

I can hear the choir
Chiming in on high
Sweet Sopranos, Altos,
Tenors, and Baritone

Do you hear the music?
The choir and the harps,
Bringing words of peace
Which are loating on the breeze

It’s Christmas Morning bright,
And I sing along with the lyrics light
‘mild and sweet, their songs repeat’
And I hope with all my heart,
Where ever you are,
There’s peace on earth,
Goodwill to men!

‘Cause I can hear the music,
Floating on the breeze
And the sweet song’s lyrics, 
Bringing me peace

Copyright © Abigail Stoltz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

Pop-Contemporary Christian Music

I listen to a lot of pop/contemporary Christian music because it's inspiring and really
great. It's as if I'm at a contemporary Christian church in Arlington, Texas, on a Sunday
morning. The music reminds me of my early teens, how I met new friends, and to rejoicing
to the Lord. Out of all of my favorite pop/contemporary Christian music artists, my
favorites are Stacie Orrico, Junp5, Third Day, ZoeGirl, Michael W. Smith, and others. The
music has inspired me to to not only think for myself, but to write my own poems, as well.
When I listen to a lot of pop/contemporary Christian music of the past, the present, and
the future, I get this sad and ominous, but happy feeling. And when I listen to a lot of
contemporary Christian music, it's like I'm reading the Holy Bible, the King James
Version, every single day, as well. I put in a pop/contemporary Christian music CD in a
portable CD player or a radio with a CD player on it, I push play, and when the music
plays, it's like going to a contemporary Christian music festival in Colorado, in
Franklin, Tennessee, or anywhere else, especially when I'm in church. Right now, I'm
thinking about being a born-again Christian in the near future. And if there's going to be
a bunch of brand new pop/contemporary Christian artists and the music industry were to
keep growing and growing, then this is going to be great for all of us pop/contemporary
Christian music fans. I wonder if there's going to be more Christians?

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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You Never Gave Up On Me

You never gave up on me, Jesus,
When You knew I was lost and astray.
You never gave up on me, Jesus,
No, You suffered and went all the way.
You bore all the stripes and the beatings,
The nails in Your hands and Your feet,
And You never gave up on me, Jesus,
For You made my salvation complete.

You never give up on me, Jesus,
Though I stumble and fall into sin.
You never give up on me, Jesus,
No You offer forgiveness within.
You say if I tell You I'm sorry,
You're faithful and just to forgive.
No, You never give up on me, Jesus,
You keep giving me reason to live.

You'll never give up on me, Jesus,
Till the last breath I take here below.
You'll never give up on me, Jesus,
You'll keep me in Your hand, I know.
I'll bow at Your throne up in Glory;
I'll praise Your sweet name ever more.
For You'll never give up on me, Jesus,
You will guide me to heaven's fair shore.

	I can never quite fathom Your mercy,
	I know I don't deserve Your love,
	And You sit at the hand of the Father
	Interceding for me up above.

I'll never give up on You, Jesus,
Help me now as I take my stand
To never give up on you, Jesus,
As I walk this world's sinful land.
Be near that I feel Your sweet Spirit,
Flood me with Your blessings and grace,
For I'll never give up on You, Jesus,
Till in heaven I see Your sweet face.

NOTE--music has been written to these words.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

Contemporary Christian Music

I listen to a lot of contemporary Christian music because it's inspirational and
heart-warming. Listening to plenty of contemporary Christian music makes me wanting to
read the Holy Bible every single day. It's also as if I'm going to a contemporary
Christian community church in either Carrollton, Arlington, Richardson, or Plano.What I
really like about contemporary Christian music is when it's fused with a lot of pop music,
dance/techno music, rock music, and indie rock music. And out of all contemporary
Christian artists, my favorite artists are Delirious?, Amy Grant, Mark Willard, Aly &
A.J., Third Day, and others. The list goes on and on and on. These recording artists,
whose favorite genre is contemporary Christian music, are a bunch of great influences in
the lives of all of us contemporary Christan music fans, especially when he and/or she is
going to a Christian music concert. After I will have bought a contemporary christian
music CD from one of the music stores, I'll put it in a CD player and when I press play,
it'll be like I'm at a contemporary christian festival in a Georgia town called Albany, an
Arizona town called Yuma, and in Grapevine, Texas. If I had a lot of contemporary
Christian music albums in my collection of compact discs, then it's going to be like an
endless music festival. Unlike gospel music, contemporary Christian music is really
soothing and very relaxing. And if there's going to be a bunch of would-be recording
artists wanting to enter into the contemporary Christian music industry, we'll all be
ready. I wonder if we'll be able to find God in the near future?

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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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

Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |


its goes deep
you pat your feet
its tell
the story well
abou t jesus
how he rose from dust
so many to choose

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

Rock-Contemporary Christian Music

At a church in a suburban community, I see a bunch of people and a trio of
rock/contemporary Christian bands. I'm either a soul trapped in a force field, or a guy
with a free spirit. When I listen to a lot of rock/contemporary Christian music, it's like
a party in my brain. It's also as if I'm going to a rock/contemporary Christian concert in
Arlington, Texas. The only reason why I listen to a lot of rock/contemporary Christian
music is because it's entertaining and inspiring. My favorite artists are P.O.D., Aly &
A.J., Skillet, Delirious?, and other artists. It's the other way to express myself freely
without holding anything back. If I were in a real band and I were good at playing the
guitar as well, then I'd be playing some rock music fused with contemporary Christian
music. It seems that I'd rather be at a church in one of the suburban communities than a
gospel church in an urban community. And if I were to own all rock/contemporary Christian
albums released by all of the artists, like, P.O.D., Skillet, and/or other recording
artists, there's no telling what great thing might happen next. I wonder if there's going
to be more contemporary Christian music and new artists? I guess I'll never know.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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favoraite music type

I like worship music
with rhythm and beat
I like worship music it helps me feel complete
that beating in your heart
the clapping of your hands
why we love to worship
some may not understand
lifting  our voices to the Lord
singing in our favorite chord 
feeling uplifted its easy  to see
 is the music type
 that  is always favorite  to   me.

Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2015

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Never Forgetful

I’m singing with all of my heart
You are in the light not the dark
This is for all that you do
Tis for you, never to forget
Your love dying to pay my debt
Never a greater love than this
At all times friend we do miss
Sad but you're making hearts glad
Tho acquainting grief is of you
Tis knowing you we’re not sad
1 second in

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad | |

We'll See You Again

It's hard to think
this has happened
and I can't believe he is gone
But I know one thing for certain
my dad has made it home
he's gone where he will never see
another teardrop fall
But I know that
I'll see dad again
and it won't be very long
Oh and dad
I'll soon be there
standing by your side
you're there in gloryland
where are you now reside
in heavens beautiful city
that's been prepared by the lamb
dad you won't have to wait too long
for your family will join you at home
and we'll see you again
although I know
that he's in heaven
still I miss him
Right here at home
for you see
I loved him so
and my heart is yearning
to be where he has gone
but where he is
he will never say goodbye
that's why I know
I'll see dad again
whensies this splits
those Eastern Skies
This poem/song was written in memory of my late father who went on to be with the Lord April 3rd 1995 if you have a loved one in heaven may the words of this poem/song encourage your heart

Copyright © Sammy Lykens | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad | |

The Music Of Life

The music of life sings within
If you listen close you may hear
Sounds that you've never  encountered 
Sounds from afar and near
Music is just what you make it
its often the sound nature makes
Sometimes if you need encouraged
it will show you the road you should take
We all must listen to the music
For its a language we all understand
It spreads all over the world
To unite us and strengthen our land

Copyright © Sammy Lykens | Year Posted 2016

Details | Monorhyme | |


Carols let you in on history and its interpretation, 
Church thought and theological progression, 
Show that people and writers have learnt the lesson,
Not to believe in god so thoroughly and to be of good reason.

We’ve learnt to move the god meme over to reside in derivation, 
To human beings, to people and to their postulation, 
In derivation to Jesus, as one of these people, an initiator with a motion, 
Who wished for humankind that all the ill were given a kinder notion. 

Christinna Georgina Rossetti in her hymn of devotion, 
Equated Jesus with nature, not nature with Jesus, obviation, 
Because the snow came first according to In The Bleak Midwinter composition, 
And the ox and ass were enough for the lord, the baron. 

She ended with Jesus requiring our all, not god or divination, 
By demoting god to a lesser place, a quieter spot by a dumber meditation,  	
By stating that our own daily lives are relational to the son, not just a projection, 
Not a false image of our personalities that we make only for god’s gratification.  

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015