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Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Song My Heart Sings

Each morning as my eyes awaken
A lovely song in my heart is heard
Its melody is more than enchanting
It inspires me with amazing words

How could I ever live without you
Lord, why would I ever turn away
From your spirits song of deep love
Which within my heart simply stays

I deeply breathe your perfect harmony 
Accepting your kiss of a love divine
Happiness paints my world beautifully
Since your wonderful gift became mine

Lord, I will always let the world know
How truly blessed my life really is
From that very first perfect moment
As you spoke to me the words I forgive

All that I thought would not be possible
Suddenly in an instant became very true
As my heart humbly responded joyfully 
How much in life I really needed you

I will seek new ways each morning
To happily lift up your name in praise
Thanking you for making love a reality
As a treasured blessing which now stays.

Copyright © Wendell Brown

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


HEART OF WORSHIP I stand in worship to You my Father God.. Every Friday how you shake, stir, engulf and fill my heart with so much gladness... Once I stand there... Uncaring who hears and sees me, for all I want in those two hours is just to sing for You. allow me to tell, How I was before.. I stood like a tree just singing.. but now.. I could wholly understand and appreciate what true worship and giving praise is... My arms unintentionally.. I lift them high. I wave. I clap. even my feet I can't stop their talk. They have their own beat. I can't stop the groove. I can't stop the stomp. I can't halt the swing. Sometimes, I even hop and somehow jump. How could I not be? Must I be shy? Must I be ashamed? But NO.. no! no! no! I am not. For those very few hours, I am there and I believe You are there watching me. You alone are my audience. You alone, I like to please. You alone, I offer the hymns I utter. there are times, tears fall from my eyes as I feel Your presence next to me, as I experience Your words speaking to me I experience them serenading, winning me. They are embracing me. Your living words gradually restoring me. They are healing every ache. They are melting every fear. They are dissolving every worry. They are day by day transforming, changing me.. They are day by day reminding me of what to do.. They are in my walk, talk, actions, anything that I do. They become a rainbow fountain of hope, encouragement, strength, peace and joy. I am deeply overwhelmed by how great! How great ! How great You are to me! How I love to sing........ I know I got no golden voice.. Nor am I not so sure that I am hitting rightly the notes, But I believe.. I trust my Father God that You will see my desire.. You will see my longing.. You will see each and every thought running in my mind... More, You will see my heart, my heart of worship. (c)Olive Eloisa 11:50pm July 25, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Details | Ballade | |

Sea impression

                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      

Copyright © Nina Mindova

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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

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

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

Details | Free verse | |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
(ya hoo)

Copyright © Perry Campanella

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Song of Praise

When the role is called up yonder
We will never from him wander 
We will praise, our voices raise
When the Father stands before us
And he crowns his own victorious 
We will sing, our voices ring.

And forever and forever and forever and a day
I shall never stop to sing this song of praises I will say
Praise the Lord God almighty Father, son and Holy Ghost
Praise to Jesus,…….my precious host.

When I stand before his Glory
I shall hear my life’s sad story
And shall plea, on bended knee
Then when Jesus says he washed me
With his blood and now I am free
I will raise, and shout his praise.

And forever and forever and forever and a day
We shall never stop to sing this song of praises and will say
Praise the Lord God almighty Father, son and Holy Ghost
Praise to Jesus,…….our precious host.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Poems of Praise
Catie Lindsey

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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The window to my broken past
     Has shattered.
I have walked into the dreams
     That seemed so far away.
The fog has lifted, I have sifted
     Through the things that mattered.
Finding nothing left of yesterday.

'Cause I made room for Jesus in my life.
     He helps me with my worries and my strife.
I pray to him each day, for guidance on my way.
     Yes, I made room for Jesus in my life.

The cries of loneliness have turned
     To laughter.
The wind has carried me above
     The sea I drifted on.
I live again, he's my best friend.
     There's no more looking after,
The lost an lonely man, for he is gone.
'Cause I reached out for Jesus with my hand.
     I knew he'd be the one to understand,
His spirit entered me, I felt so calm and free.
     'Cause I reached out for Jesus with my hand.

The road is rocky but he's there
     To listen,
As I move ever closer to
     The love within his heart.
The days are bright, I see the light.
     My eyes begin to glisten,
With the love and faith that Jesus can impart.

Oh, I made room for Jesus, can't you see.
     And Jesus, he has lots of room for me.
I pray to him each day, For guidance on my way.
     Oh, I made room for Jesus can't you see.

Copyright © Robert Nehls

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My Song

The price demanded was the highest ever
to ransom my lost, dying soul from hell;
yet, He paid it all, without a murmur.
God's wondrous grace for me let this song tell.

A life of hope is mine because of Jesus;
He gave me joy I never could afford,
opened my eyes to view His splendor
and brought me peace, sweet peace, God's peace.

His life was offered up, the sweetest savor,
love's sacrifice, sin's awful cost was paid;
I cannot tell why my Jesus loved me,
I only know He died my soul to save.

Chorus repeat.

October 8, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson

Details | Haiku | |


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

Copyright © humble b

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The nightmare of reality

Can’t help but dream of the fear
The fear that brings a tear
Entering the gates of hell
Seeing how far I fell 

From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell

Waking in this nightmare of forever
Sitting with this hopeless endeavor
Paying for every second of my sin
Regretting the fact that I’ll never win 

From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell

Sitting alone
in the flames
Reflecting on everything
That caused this pain
Lived a life of lies
Mocking the truth of the wise
Instead of chasing the only way to succeed
I chose to live in my selfish greed 

How did I look into the wonder of the night
And not choose to give God my life
I refused to live with faith
Instead I chose to spit in God’s face

From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell

Copyright © Zach Mitchell

Details | Free verse | |

An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD

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Victory, Sweet Victory

Bless You, bless You, praise You Lord.
Thank you for Your holy Word.
I thank You that You’ve set me free.
I thank You for the victory.
You beat the devil handily.
And took his keys away.
You’ve given me the victory.
You died to set me free.
Bless You, bless You, praise You Lord.
Thank You for Your holy Word.
I thank You that You’ve set me free.
I thank You for the victory.
Victory, sweet victory
The battle has been won
Victory, sweet victory
With Jesus Christ God’s Son.

Copyright © John Squires

Details | Rhyme | |

Quit My Job, Smashed My Car

Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar

So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong

Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb

Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near

Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar

Copyright © Roland Fleming

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My Guardian Dear

When I was young I thought I knew 
How to talk and speak with you 
But time has put a wedge between
My angel, conscience, inner being.
I spoke to you , I spoke to you

The one who told me right from wrong,
Comforted me all day long. 
Helped me choose which way to go,
When undecided, I didn't know.
I spoke to you. I spoke to you.

Some call you Gabriel, 
My Guardian Angel, I did tell,
My hopes,my fears,my dreams to be,
Untold to others was free with thee.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

Comfortable, believing that you were there,
To guide me through every prayer.
You had a name I knew it then,
I said it time and time again.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you 

I was a child of seven or eight,
I knew when called I need not wait
For you my angel to appear 
To clear my conscience and my fear
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

The older I grew, less time was spent
Talking to you,trying to vent
Friends became closer to me,
I shared more with them and left you be
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

Now as I'm in the prime of life
Mother to my son, no longer a wife,
I wonder late at night if you
Will answer my questions like you used to do
I spoke to you, I spoke to you

Afraid to test, afraid to fail,
Wanting and hoping you did not bail 
Praying that your still at my side
To light, to guard,to rule and guide. 
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

My faith has told me you are here.
Watching me and always near.
My pride, my walls have come down
Last night,I spoke with no one around.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

My Guardian Angel you were there
You listened and helped with every prayer,
My hopeless feelings lonely, just me
Ended last night when you returned to me
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
I"ll speak to you, yes speak with you. 

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver

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I Love to See You

I love to see You
I love to see Your face
I love to see You
I love to hear Your name
Oh Lord, oh Lord, Your matchless grace
Oh Lord, oh Lord, You are evermore the same

Oh Lord, oh Lord
I love to hear You
Oh Lord, oh Lord
You light the world for me
I know You will see me through
With You is where I want to be

You give me joy
You make me strong
You comfort me
When I sing Your song
I reach out to You
You are holy, holy….

I love to see You
I love to see Your face
I love to see You Lord
I want to hold You close
You give me so much grace
You are the precious rose

You are with me now
Precious Jesus, holy Lord
Glorious, living Word
You are my treasure
Love without measure
I sing glory, glory to  You Lord
Glory, glory….to You

Copyright © John Squires

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He Will Bring You Through

When I'm walking through a valley
Mountains high on every side
I feel so lost and hopeless
And tears are filling up my eyes
I cry out to my Father
For mercy and for strength
And there I feel His presence sweet
My God, He is so great!

Come through the valley
Up to the mountain top
Come through the valley
Don't give up. Please don't stop!
Pray to God. He'll see you through
His love and mercy never fails
Lean on Him
And He will bring you through the valley

When life seems so hopeless
And you feel that no one cares
When all your faith is crumbling down
And you fall down on your knees
Remember, God is waiting
To hear a word from you
And say, 'Oh God, I need you
I know you'll see me through'

Come through the valley
Up to the mountain top
Come through the valley
Don't give up. Please don't stop!
Pray to God. He'll see you through
His love and mercy never fails
Lean on Him
And He will bring you through the valley

Pray to God. He'll see you through
His love and mercy never fails
Lean on Him
And He will bring you through the valley

Copyright © Bethany St John

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Forever I’ll be with You Lord
Forever I’ll be strong
You’ll always be there for me Lord
You’ll always be my song
In my heart I sing to You
I lift Your name on high
You’ll always be my Savior Lord
Your glory fills the sky
Forever, forever, forever You are mine
In Your love forever, always in Your care
I’ll walk with You; I’ll talk with you 
Forever You are there
Eternity is glorious 
Eternal life with You
Forever I will be with You
Forever I am blessed
Forever I will reign with You
In You I’ll always rest

Copyright © John Squires

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ZShepherd Song

O Lord, my Eternal God
Shepherd of my soul
I can feel your presence at my side
And the path we travel
Is no more wider than for two
And its way I know not how to go

Thieves who come by night
And the wolves on mountains high
Cast their shadows yet I wont fall
For your staff is sure
Your voice is strength
And my feet are sound
As if I see

The promise is this
The shepherd knows his sheep
And his sheep will ever hear his voice
Now if sheep and not lambs
We live our lives in grace
And learn to walk so close
We feel His robes
We feel His robes

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Logic's Song

          I once saw an old man with hair 
          the color of snow and in his hand,
          He held two circulates of gold.

          I asked the man what the rings
          were for.
          One, He said, is for the Young
          and the other for the Old.

          With questioning eyes, I looked
          upon and as He explained,
          I heard logic's song.

         An in conclusive reasoning, He said
         and then a comforting smile,
         He gave, as He continued to say.

         (The Young) " The  heavy bodies 
         descend by gravity and again the
         gravity is quality; Whereby a heavy
         descends is an impertinent circle and
         teaches nothing.
         Meaning: The Journey Onward.

         (The Old) " A circle which touches 
         the curve and close to the point more
         nearly coincides with the curve than
         hence is called; Circe of curvation.
         Meaning: Coming Into Full Circle.

         An unofficial association of people, I said
         but the smart set goes there.

         It's simple my Dear, He said;
         A plane curve generated by one point
         moving at a constant distance from a
         fixed point, (The Young & The Old).

         As He calculated the circumference of the
         circle, again He spoke.
         Every part of which is equally distant from
         a point within it, is called: The Center, The Soul.

         He spoke in logic in which I had never heard spoken.
         A conclusion of a form of argument between two
         or more unproved statements that in the end, prove
         each other as one.

         Alpha, Omega, The beginning and the ending,
         a circulate of gold. The Young and The Old.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley

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I'm Satified

Your touch, satisfies my soul
One look from you and I feel whole
And I've had more love than I could ever live
And gotten so much more than I could ever give
And if I never see
Another sunrise
That's ok, cause I'm satisfied.
If I never hear your voice even one more time
I've gotten more than I deserve 
It didn't cost a single dime
That's ok, cause I'm satisfied
It's still a win because you simply let me in
If I never see your smiling face again 
That's ok, cause I'm satisfied
I've had more love in life than most folks have ever known
And I've sure lost some along the way 
and I've reaped every good or bad seed that I've sown
And as long as I'm with you 
That's  ok, ok, 
cause I'm satisfied
One touch from you
I know it's true
One look is all it takes
And my sky is blue 
But if I never felt your touch again 
I'd still be ok
Cause I'm satisfied . . .
With you
You've given what no one else would ever give
You gave me all of you
And I know it's true
And if I don't take another breath today
That's ok, cause I'm satisfied
With you

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw

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Oh my Lord, Oh my souL
Hear me, Hear this song
Angels will sing along
Hear us, Hear this song

God, You are great
You are my faith
Never, You're late

In every life's door
You are our splendor
To You, we're here for

On the heavens, You stretch
On waters, You don't fret
On winds, You don't fled

We bless Your name
We Glorify Your name
We lift Your name

---------->>> to God always be the glory 
I was inspired by Psalm 104: 1-3..  From this, these thoughts sprouted...

BY: olive_eloi
jan. 20, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Any Better Than This

I met a charming girl during church Sunday--

She was the kind of girl that I’d like to stay.

Being a gentleman, I did nothing amiss

I didn’t think life could get any better than this.


Offered to see her home, it was on my way.

She gave me a pretty smile and she said okay.

Walking and talking with her, I think I found my bliss.

I didn’t think life could get any better than this.


She invited me to stick around a while.

How could I say no to such a pretty smile.

Minutes turned to hours, days to months and years;

Dates to going steady, then wedding toasts and cheers.


We showed off our baby girl at the church Sunday.

The pastor said the words to help her on her way.

Holding my two girls real close, I’m sure I found by bliss;

And I still don’t think that life gets any better than this.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

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Song of the Troubadour

A troubadour came by my house;
Beneath my window he did sing.
I'd never heard such melody
Or listened to like lyrics ring.
He sang a song I understood,
A song of love for me alone;
And , gazing through the latticed frame,
I knew that I would be his own.

The haunting strains, they wound their way,
Even before I could resist,
My heart was bound by cords of love;
Forever to his song I'd list.
"I long to follow you." I cried,
"Fair, wand'ring minstrel, gay and free;
I want to be your gypsy bride
And sing sweet songs of love with thee."

He bade me follow with a look--
A look my tongue cannot describe--
So tender that my heart leaped up.
"I'll follow you! Oh, yes!" I cried.
T was then I saw, just as I turned 
To go with love forevermore,
What I had thought a laurel wreath
Was but a crown of thorns he wore.

The robe which from his shoulders hung--
It had seemed spotless, white as snow;
But, then I saw it stained with blood.
Yet, still with him I longed to go.
His feet and hands were bruised and torn;
"Oh, who had wounded one so good!"
Just then I saw the lute he played
Was but a rugged cross of wood.

"Oh, Love!" I cried, "Dear, fairest one,
Who dared to harm and hurt you so!"
And then I heard the song again...
"It was for you; did you not know?"
"For me? I do not understand;
T was just today I heard your song."
He turned to speak what now I know.
"My love," he said, "I called you long."

We sing the song together now;
Each day is but a new refrain.
Yet, still I marvel when I hear
A note of joy wrung out of pain.
I did not know when first I heard
His music calling to my heart
That love is not triumphant
Till wounded, pierced and torn apart.

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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All Glory Goes to You

With a joyful chorus angels sing
Jesus, Master let us bring
The glory due Your name
Your name, Your name oh Lord we praise
Evermore our Lord on high
Evermore the same

Oh Lord we praise your name
Jesus, Master let us bring
The glory due Your name
Oh Ancient of Days
We give you all our praise
To You alone our voice we raise

Let our praises fill the sky
Let them rise where angels fly
Where Jesus is adored
Praise Him, exalt Him
Jesus is our Lord
All glory goes to You
Yes, oh Lord to You

Copyright © John Squires

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Song of Praise

My God, if I could but express
My trembling gratitude of heart
That You do love me as I am
And grace to me You do impart,
I loud would lift my voice in praise
To let my tributes rise to Thee,
Who out of longing placed in me
The seed of immortality.

Your definition long I sought
Within the scope of human thought;
But, though I stretched my finite mind,
Your majesty could not be caught.
The words deserving of Your might
Elude my lips and leave me mute;
I do not know You well enough
To catalogue Your attributes.

You are too wonderfully real,
Too vast for intellect to grasp;
I cannot fathom our Your depths
Nor circumscribe You in my clasp;
Yet, Your compassions poured on me
Demand a sacrifice of praise:
Accept the singing of a heart
That longs for You through all its days.

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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Scatter Your Seeds

I write a poem nobody reads,
Am I not still sharing His word?
The song I sing  that none may hear
Is a song  I’ve sung  for the Lord

Scatter your seeds  though many fall
On shallow ground or rocky soil.
If  but one lands on fertile ground,
It just may turn a life around.

Scatter good seeds, scatter good seeds.
The Bible says we must scatter good seeds.
Some don’t take root, you’ve done your best
Ask the loving Lord to care for the rest.
A gardener sows  and some seed grows
Where, not even the gardener knows. 
Scatter by  words or sow by deeds.
The Lord wants us to scatter good seeds..

Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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       rich voices sing out

       from  chapels each Sunday;

       welsh valleys resonate


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Someone, Someday

It’s so hard to start
It’s so hard to finish
It feels as if all that you've accomplished will someday be diminished 
And it won’t matter if you become somebody some day
Because someone will easily take your place 
Steal your ideas 
And make a living off you, THEIR way

It’s sad but true
Every mutha f**ka 
Will take a piece of your mind
and will somehow ultimately f**k you

not physically but mentally
making you think 
you’re not one of a kind
their getting all the fame 
while everyone leaves you behind

leaving you to feel like a failure 
people telling you to talk to God, 
he’ll have the answer

I pray, looking up at the ceiling
Hoping he’ll will give me a reason….
To keep going on with my life and my ideas
But all I’m left with are clones of my feelings
Washed up on canvases with some else’s fake veneers 

Copyright © Jolly Figs