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Another Piece of God's Art



"Slipping into a coma, the emptiness of a dreamless sleep.
Nightmares filling your head, where nothing is what it seems.
You're underground, desperately tryna' find your way out,
tunnels all around, but doors are no where to be found.

The ground has no traction, and you're floating above air.
Tryna' hold on to something, but there's nothing there.
And then you fall, and all you can hear,
is the rippling of your clothes, and the wind in your ear.

And just before you hit the ground,
you feel something grip you, without making a sound.
The next thing you know you're looking into a Man's eyes.
You feel safe but afraid, all at the same time.

That's when you wake, but you were never asleep.
And you're lying in a bed, with the Man at your feet.
He welcomes you to His kingdom, and into His heart,
and He finishes his drawing, another of piece of God's art."

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This poem is about one's struggle to find God. About having to search, and feeling hopeless. Like we aren't really traveling through Hell, but we are searching with no idea which way we are going, blanketed in a coat of black. Like an infinitely deep hole with a small stream at the bottom, and you've just got to hope to find that stream. Then when you think all hope is lost, you realize that He has been sitting there, waiting for you, pulling you out of the darkness Himself, knowing you would look for Him. He accepts us into His kingdom. It's as if we are a piece of art, and he is adding on to us everyday..



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Cut By The Knife

I am young
I am old
I am soft
I am bold
I can laugh
I can cry
I can quit
Still, I can try
Days they pass
Turn to night
Then come dreams
Lost in flight
Can't change the world
Can't stop the rain
But if I could
I would end all of the pain
For I am one
In all that exist
Throughout the years
Throughout the mist
Yet here comes my chance
Or so goes my life
Caught by the windmill....
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....Cut by the knife ~


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Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.


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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
                    ships,
                    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
                    open.
                    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 
                    eternity. 
                    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
     saving.
     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.      


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US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.. 
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US.  
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died. 
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.  
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US. 

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

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The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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Why Should I

Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!

What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


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The Blood Of JESUS

The Blood of Jesus saved my soul
The Blood of Jesus
Made me whole.

The Blood of Jesus is
The means by which
I have become truly Rich.
I speak not of mere material things
But the Hope of Glory which it brings.

As we think of His Blood,
Let us not forget the Man,
Nor fail to realize that He has 
A Master Plan.

For us He has made the Ultimate Sacrifice,
And now, it is only fair for us to give him
Our lives.

There really is no doubt about it,
He is in control,
And He also has the power
To make you whole.

So won’t you seek him out
Today?
He is sure to set your life
On the upward way.


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Who am I

One day I plundered and wondered,
Thought and wrought,
all that I am.
I am a preacher a reacher a teacher and a creature,
All me and never a Sham! 

And I can never ,forever dissever,
My heart apart,
For my Love will rein!
For I will sing to the King of Kings
"God Bless to the Lamb who was Slain!"

As I slept ,crept and wept ,
Of a thought that I caught
in my mind,
I saw a man of pure action and compassion that caught my attraction,
Giving up His Life 

In my Vision I was forgiven of all of my sins,
By a man with a plan who traveled the lands,
To bring us all to him!
Because this man has a mission ,to forgive our misgivings,
Because we are His Imperfect Kin.

So my task that I ask,
And the peace to all my needs,
Is Who am I?
I am imperfect and worth it ,
Adored and Reborn,
Loved from above 
By My God in the Sky!


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Jesus' rains

the Word within the water of souls                                                                               Washing the cold shallow bowl                                                                                      The seed of self fell to the ground                                                                                     Oh mighty waters that drown                                                                                          The harden husk of a heart cracked                                                                        Revision the priceless abstract                                                                                      On past the introspective death                                                                                     To sprout new life perspective's breath                                                                            Of darks and lights of wrongs and rights                                                                        Leaving the dark night embracing the bright                                                                      By peaceful still waters a reflection                                                                                 It began with a drop this pool's conception                                                                     Flowing into a world it's self can not contain                                                                   The immeasurable love of the Lord's rain  -Rhymed verse


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The Desert I Sought

One step on the white blistering sand,
 Sandals in hand, turban shrouding my beard
 From the gusts of arid wind sucking my sweat
 And burning my skin and mucosa.

I looked ahead, raising my hand
 To block the sun and see the herd
 Of camels ahead, and beyond the dunes,
 The promise of death from thirst and hunger.

I saw the cactus hold firm to the sand,
 And scavengers in the form of an innocent bird
 Swimming overhead as if to admire their work:
 Meatless bones basking lifeless in the sun.

Was that my fate? Lifeless in the sand
 Going through the process to be bird turd
 As they pecked and relished? So it seemed.
 I pulled myself on, and my body protested.

Is this why this route was so bland?
 That civilisation despite its million nerds
 Had not found a way to profane the dunes
 And  enforce its will on Nature's plans?

But I keep on with the target at hand.
 Oh...I forgot to give you the Word!
 Great promise lies ahead, beyond the pain,
 Beyond the thirst, beyond lurking death.

Behind me lies a devastated land,
 The old me: wicked and absurd.
 Beyond the pain lies Life, and just like a newborn,
 I shall bear the suffering that takes me Home.

(c) Nyonglema


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Prayer

In this humble place,
This very moment You come;
Glorious indwelling.


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SECOND COMING

      SECOND COMING
Yours in the blood that set us free
we come in honor as it be
to bind in love straight from the lovers heart
the one called Christ the thief has torn apart,
and hoped that nevermore they'd see.

At mid of night when sings the song
about the right and of the wrong
we enter into dreams, and through your breast,
straight to your heart where life meets ev'ry test
and keeps you living faint and strong

and begs out for His loving hand
just as all time has ever planned
to Save each soul in Jesus for the day
His swift return will sweep us all away
where ev'ryone will understand.
    © ron wilson


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Pages of the Book

On earth on a Mission
purpose redefined with singleness of vision
clarity came cause i sat to look
through the pages of the book


Some days skipped with nothing to dine
some nights slept with nothing to wine
yet more nourished than a royal cook
for i am best fed from the pages of the book


When I lost focus and fell
drowning in the depths of the well
yet I was lifted by an unseen hook
as i flipped through the pages of the book


What about you my dear friend
when the terrestrial race comes to an end
and death vomits all that it ever took
will your name be found on the pages of the book


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The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!


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Your Glory inside

When I lay down the night before,
I woke up to find Your Glory inside,


When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,
I bowed down at Your feet,


I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet.
I Praise You now and Praised You then,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

how wonderful now when I woke to find,


Your Hand in mine,
Your my Hope Lord,

Your my desire,
My Savior,My King.


One day,when I lay my head down,

I will wake up to find,

Your Glory inside!


Written by:©Betty Bolden


2-26-04


All poems are copyright©!


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Christ Puissant Touch

The hills of Nagaland, his Motherland, 
A countryside plenteous cultural, scenic landscapes.
When first he cried mamma, 
Father's loving eye called a feast.
At juvenile being send for literature
Still jejune, naive he grew more to drug.
Spend half his life white plagued; 
Homecoming a peddler, 
Potentate dealer of variant hard drug.
Evil favored, sadist none would ostracise heretofore, 
Not until the weakening lying in hospital bed.
No purpose driven laying waste discomfited; 
Anathematize and bescorned.
Doctors ceased this man of multiple organ failure; 
Counted his days of life be lived.
Betwixt life and death: 
'Christ puissant touch mended, healed his feeble body.'
Abhorred by gentiles despite found his lost soul, 
Alleulia Rabbi Jesus he wailed agonizely
Lackaday he knelt and read Psalms 51, 
whence all his sins brought to The Cross where Christ atoned.
With contrite, repentant heart; 
Thenceforth made The Word of God his purpose for life.
Benison, born-again, edified, ordain and sanctified; 
Redeemed many a lives of friends similitude.
Counsel prisoners, addiction where once he dwelled; 
Still lives a servant of Christ mightily being wield.
Speaks of Mark 8: 34, renders Matthew 11: 28; 
Manifest ‘His' omnipresence, unconditional love.
And in him was when I found Christ in me.


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The love for one another

god has loved all of 
us and will let his little
children come in I ask JESUS
in to my heart back on May
26, 2012 I was saved in May
and baptized in September of 2012 
at calvary church I got in 
engaged in 2012 right 
before I was baptized to a 
great man that 
will die for me I have been 
with him for 7 months now 
And we are going to get 
married after job corps 
Good luck all


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Turning point


 Gods word is reliable,

 this is truly undeniable.

 He's committed to you.

 Never lies pulling you

 through. What he started

 in the spark of Christ, the

 Lord God follows through.

 This new journey is your

 turning point


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Running Through Jungles Not Knowing Why Welcome: To Babylon

Nineteen seventy nine and we don't even care ?
As restless as we are yet, tis so easy to get caught up
Within orphan Joey's perpetual season in woes this rainbow
Skidrow coloured their flesh but don't you know; smit the bit this lingo pit
Hanging on a tit suckled through a slit rin tin sin and his brother gin shoving grenades
In their blue blank daze sunless gaze abysmal cage crack'pot sage fortune teller rage feed the beast
Bowing to statues reaching for gold serving their belly this hate that they hold: king copula's gab'fest gabbling....
Crossing continents spheres as realms tis hard not to feel the pain you instill your evil ways darkened haze their babies.


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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!


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Worship

The sea flowing
In low speed
Into the open ocean
That never gets drunk
Or satiated drinking 
The natural salt.

The sea dancing
In undulating meander
To unheard numbers
With varying emotions

Hot when angered
Sinking high tech ships
To drown life vested crew.

Cool when pleased
Allowing a vulnerable canoe
To row with ease
Sparing its helpless paddler.

See the sea
Breathing the sea breezes
To soothe the atmosphere.
They say it had been
Even before our births.

Carrying the glory
Of the sun
And moon daily and nightly
Respectively

How it stands glorious 
Enough for a deity.
Yet that would
Incur for men,
The wrath of Jealous.


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You Touched My Heart

You Touched My Heart

The Love you gave to me,
It lights me like the Angel rays,
As the winds breeze across the heavens,
As the trees sway forth in the breeze.

Answering questions within my heart,
Unconfusing my humble mind,
Yet you speak your words aloud,
It seemes I am no longer blinded.

The answers all came flooding in,
As you touche my heart with your hand,
The knowledge that you give to me
Within my LIFE I shear to all.

I understand that the events in my LIFE
That troubled me this far are nothing,
As they are nothing to be frightened of,
As you said, I am born unto you, Lord.

I thank you Lord very graciously,
As I speak Your words aloud,
I will shear the love You've given me,
You have made me feel at peace.

As I now know why I am loved,
Thank you Lord for all You have done.

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014


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Mary's Dawn

Dawn,
Radiant
As the light,
Because of Him
Who rose to give life. 
From the dark night, I fear --
To walk in ambiguity;
Tread the path yet alien to me.
But Your light carries eternal truth -
You have gone ahead to Galilee, see!








6.28.14
** inspiration from Matthew 28: 1-10


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Dungeons And Dragons

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To pour life's words from your chalice into ones soul; thirsting ~

Never be it quenched; living waters, cascading from love's fountain 

Into these eyes; and let not another's breath, be the vision as of mine....

Carved this knife to slice fervent veins clinging, unto amissful sight; bite

The sepulcher of my throat; spewing black sediment into the sky 

That I may bleed these shadows from my heart; amputating yesterday's

Poison amid tomorrow's crimson, tongue....

Drain Love's living waters into my Spirit: that I may not bow at the altar 

Of sorrows casting away Beauty's treasured gifts: left strewn about forgotten 

Dust carried into the ambient winds as tears; perdition, now it's conjured home ?

No, beyound these gates I shall not be left to rot in hades no matter how far it is....

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....“That We May Fall ~ `Dungeons And Dragons`” *


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Observations 4 Childhood Retrospect

I always had questions
Not many people had answers
I was never moved by childish banter
Yeah I'm the kid that debunked Santa
Rudolph, Dancer and their magical antlers
I've seen the corruption in churches
& weakness in blind faith
I'm taking religion to court
I know I got a case
I lied to the minister, after being dipped in the water
And just wanted to go to church to see various members daughters
I knew right from wrong before I knew Jesus
Then they say that's what he's trying to teach us
Well I was doing just fine, plus made straight A's
Cool as the Fonz in my happy days
But life is more like a re-run & that's not what's happening

T.B.T


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Sin

The house of a thousand mirrors!

Blood, dripping from the corners of my eyes

Intently I glare

Reaching out within the stillness....

Rippling waters about a face

That I can no longer recognize

Voices calling out

Vague into my ears

Is it there or is it here?

Melting forest....

Stepping unto the other side

Mystical in this pagan's moment

I look around

Blood, dripping from my fingers

Once again, we have arrived....

Silence amid the laughter

Growing nearer

Suspended as time

Further we go

Deeper, into the unknown

Atop their reflections this surface

It's currents; these tilting tides....

Walking amongst the procession

In the house of a thousand mirrors

Blood dripping from our tongue

Is it here or is it there?

Time's raging rushing waters

Darkened turning skies....

Standing within the silence; the stillness

Rippling of colours in carnal's taunting

Rising, amid their crimson waterfalls

Now, dripping from this heart

In the house of a thousand mirrors

The mirrors, of the ever poisoned, mind....

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........................ "Sin!"