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Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

God, don't look at me like that

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon,
and the bullets of my heart don’t bleed like you think they should
instead they melt
melt like icecream set out in the summer sun,
like the mountain snow run off into the streams,
like ice clamped together between my fist,
my fists,
my fists that stop bullets from protruding my skin,
my fists that explode and scream louder than a sermon.

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your pupils look like firing bullets,
knocking us out one by one by one,
saying you can’t come in
because you never learned how to pray. 

God, don’t look at me like that.
Your iris’s look like vortexs of instability
rolling our ground like an earthquake
telling us to do more,
be more,
pray more,
or we can’t come in.

My fists stop the bullets and together our fists make boulders,
knocking down our insecurities
one by one by one.
If we don’t make it in
then that is okay
because our fists will turn into butterflies
and our hearts will turn into lions
and our bones will turn into the infrastructure of hell
because that is what my preacher told me.

Preacher, don’t look at me like that,
don’t shake your head at my appearance
just because I have ink on my arm doesn’t make me less of a person,
just because I have color on my eyelids,
just because my skirts above my knee,
just because my fists don’t unwind and interlock doesn’t make me less of a person.

I never learned how to pray
because often times the silence preaches louder than the sermon.
God, don’t look at me like that. 

Copyright © Katie Pukash | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Joy of Knowing Jesus

The Joy of Knowing Jesus…

The joy of knowing Jesus is a blessing to know.
He brings peace and nourishment to my soul!

The joy of knowing Jesus brings a peace within.
Knowing that HE has removed my every sin!

The pleasure of serving Jesus is an honor indeed.
Knowing that he’s supplied and met my every need!

The pleasure of living each day, in honor to my king…
Helps me to realize that Christ is my everything!

This opportunity I have, is a special moment.
I know that I’ve been cleansed by HIS atonement!

This same Jesus can bring salvation to you today!
He’s waiting for you!  And loves you in a beautiful way!

Won’t you take the time and receive him too?
See the marvelous work that he can do through you!

There’s a joy of knowing this Lord!  He loves you so much!
He bless and restore your life by his special touch!

This can be the time, for you to come and accept him!
He wants to change your life!  Won’t you let him?

Behold the king of glory!  Hallelujah to the lamb!
He reaches out to all…  With his loving hands!

Let’s thank Jesus for the joy that he’s given!
By his shed blood…  We can all be forgiven!

He offers true love to all!  And is what life is about!
He can change us now!  And bring hope throughout!

The joy of knowing Christ is a pleasure to obtain!
We can find all we need!  In his precious name!

By Jim Pemberton   11/02/14

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

A Stranger After Dark

I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark. I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does I went into the backyard to determine what it was. Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be It flew right up and landed very close to me. Soon I realized it was no ordinary find. What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind. A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask. He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me. I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free. His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.” He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go. He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh I knew I’d better listen to this little guy. Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more – Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. . He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream. He was here because of some wayward sunbeam. “I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.” He said, “The race is always over before it has begun. There is a reason for these victories, you see My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.” “Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command. I can do more things with them than man can understand.” He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.” I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.” He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will. I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth -- This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth. I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high. Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.” Written By John Posey 12/18/12

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

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A Religious Man

I sat in church listening to the preacher
Without hearing a single word he said
I was thinking about the football scores
And my favorite team instead

As they passed around the collection plate
I put my money in
Wondering just what was the going rate 
To have God absolve you of your sin

When it came time to share a sign of peace
I turned to the pretty lady in the red dress
Giving her my most pious smile
Trying real hard to impress

I shook the preacher’s hand at the door
Saying I loved his sermon that day
Anxious to get out of my tie
And to be on my merry way

As I stopped at the traffic light
With the windows down in my new car
A homeless man walked up to me
And started talking real bizarre

He said, “You know there’s nothing special about Sundays
Nothing special about the building they call a church
By simply going through the ritual
You don’t improve what your soul is worth”

“If you would rather be watching football games
You can talk to me some other time when you are free
And twenty dollars in a collection basket
Doesn’t buy your soul out of poverty”

“That lady in the red dress
Is much too young for you
And you have to fix the relationship you are in
Before moving on to someplace new”

The cars were honking from behind me
Because the traffic light was green
I turned around to shout at them
Then turned back and that man was nowhere to be seen

I drove the rest of the way home in a haze
Wondering if I imagined the whole scene
But when I turned on the football game
That man was in a commercial on my screen

“So think about the words I said
And talk to me on your own time
In a location of your choosing
When you are in the right frame of mind”

“I am always available to hear you
And provide guidance along the way
But the outcome of these football games
Is not a thing for which to pray”

So, I gave up church on Sundays
And I donate to other charities instead
And today I am a more religious man
Always conversing with God inside my head

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Money

Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.

From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're  seeing,
To everything out of sight.

The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.

The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred  ring.

Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

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Gods Gift

                     God's Gift

God's gift starts out with just a white light, a blank canvas, an idea ready to take 
flight, the ink touches down with a swipe, this is how He begins our life.

He painted rocky mountains, rolling hills, and grassy fields.  As paint dripped 
from his brush and fell so abrupt, creating rivers and brooks.  Then an ocean 
came to be, the biggest wonder you will ever see.

God stopped and pondered , what don't I see and then wondered, animals this is 
what it will be, some for the land and some for the sea.

God struck his canvas with a flick of his brush flowers and trees as far as you 
could see.  Then looked at himself and created you and me just like he had 
seen.  The greatest accomplishment a human being. 

Six days of lust an idea that came from a brush.  All has been created including 
us.  The seventh day this is a must a day of rest.  One day out of a week and 
four days out of a month.  This is the day we pray and thank him for showing us 
the way, to his home, heaven you see, that's where we all want to be.  This is 
God's gift to you and me.

Genesis 1.1 the New Testament 

By
   Rowdy
            Yates

Copyright © Rowdy Yates | Year Posted 2014

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God of Light

God of Light

I awaken 
In the dark of night,
And face my lord
The God of Light

Who guides me 
Thru the haze of pain,
And takes on him
My guilt and shame

My comfort 
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand

Sinless, blameless
Once again,
Because He chose 
To call me friend

A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
To me

I lay no claim
To being just,
He gives me grace
In trade for trust

Impossible 
For any man,
Without the mercy
Of “I Am”

The song of God 
Is in my ear,
Calming each
And every fear

He sings 
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep

Protected from
All earthly harm
As I slumber 
In his arms

No longer frightened
By the night
My father
Is the God of Light

Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

ISIS

She's the first image of God
the Alpha    the Omega
the beginning   NO end
the highest evolution of God
God sent
the Black woman is God
nappy   nappy
the master
the servant
still happy  happy
the first image of God
strength that cannot be broken
soul that cannot be bought with a
silver or gold token
YES! 
she’s the first image of God
Mother of the rainbow children
Lucy    Auset   Isis    Virgin Mary
I know  
sounds scary   scary
the Black woman is God
skin as brown as dirt 
divine flower sprung from the earth
she’s the first image of God
Original descender
return of Christ
Nibiru ascender
the universal womb of God
divine womb   divine wombman
holding the knowledge of God
the Black woman is the mystery of God
 Isis   Genesis 
genealogy of God

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

God Told Me

God told me to stand on solid ground
To tell the truth and be profound
To spread the word of his kingdom to above
To spread the words of peace and love
God told me to stand on solid ground

God told me sail across the sea
Spreading the word of his mercy
In far off lands with those of evil heart
His deity his commandments to impart
God told me to sail across the sea

God told me to fly up in the sky
To read the bible and know why
This errand he had sent me on
For soon the time he gave was gone
God told me to fly in the sky

God told me his kingdom was for all
Those who repent and for him call
He said that I would be no saint
I already know that that I ain’t
God told me his kingdom was for all

God told me I would go to heaven
In a year that ends with a seven
After I’ve done all he asked
Cleared the load with which I’m tasked
God told me I would go to heaven

God told me all this when I was a teen
But I did not listen I did not gleen
For youth was all and life for living
Not for me the message giving
What god told me when I was a teen

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2013

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Lord, I've Been Hurting

		
	
Lord., I've Been Hurting!

This one thing I am
 most certain…
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.

I trying to do right, but it 
turns out “wrong.”
Where, in life,
do I really belong?

So many people
 pass me by.
Sometimes, someone
may say;  “hi!”

I don’t know if this message is
 getting across?
I feel so confused and 
completely lost.

A message of “help” has my
 prayer and plea…
For God to reach out to me!

He reached down and
made me whole!
HIS love and compassion
 filled my soul!

Spending time with Jesus
 is time well spent!
It was for you and me that 
Jesus was sent!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

How I Need Jesus


Dear Jesus…  I realize
how much I really need you!
  I want to honor, 
love and trust you!

I  know that others will
disappoint me…
I know that you’re here….  
And will take care of me!

  Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!

 May I bring honor 
 to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!

Dear Jesus…  You’re all I need!
 And so much more!
It’s you that my life 
was meant for!

 I offer to you, my lord, 
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
 And the life you’re giving!

You all I’ll ever need!  
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!

By Jim Pemberton    

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Before This My Lady

Before this my Lady                                                                                                                         There was only  God                                                                                                                                And no you or I or anyone                                                                                                                                      Got out of hand or mind                                                                                                                Creating mortal games                                                                                                                 That only death could part us from                                                                                                 Before sunlight or moonshine ever was                                                                                                                   Suspended  in  this  living  room of stars                                                                                              There was God in spaceless timeless harmony with God                                                             Before any of us could breath to speak                                                                                       Or laugh or cry                                                                                                                                   There was only God                                                                                                                            And it was good

Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Climbing Moriah

I am climbing up Moriah
With the thing I love most dearly;
On the mountain's heights above me,
I will see my God more clearly.
Incredible expectation!
For with the knife and holy fire,
I must on a stony altar
Bind up and slay my heart's desire.

O, this God of mine, all knowing!
Past my finite mind can see
In the distant, vast eternal
All that He destined I should be.
Only He can make a promise,
And He fulfills each sovereign vow;
Though He slay me, I will serve Him.
He led me here, I'll trust Him now.

The knife is raised; beyond the void
I dare not cast my weary sight;
I can hear no gentle laughter 
In the deep canyons of the night.
I will look instead at Jesus,
And His command I will obey.
There are rams in all His thickets;
He is the Christ, the same always.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Oh God When I die

                                                 Oh God When I Die

                                      Oh God when I die please let me,
                                      See the sin's from past reality,
                                      And if my deeds out wiegh bad,
                                      Then let my soul feel glad.

                                      And if I die from a lier's shame,
                                      Please allow my shameful name,
                                      To be among the forgiven with pride,
                                      Knowing your grace has given me a guide 

                                      From death to light le me see,
                                      That eternity is my reward from thee,
                                      And infinite love of peace from you,
                                      For your promise is eternaly true.

Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

WORLD IS THE BODY HE LIVES

Body is the house where you live
Forest is the place where animals survive

Water is the place where crocodile dominate
Mountain is the place where rivers originate

Mind is the source that breeds imagination
Kind is the form of desirable destination

Nest is the place where birds dwell                                                                                                     Hospital is the place where patients get well

Court is the place where criminals are punished                                                                                     Grave is the place where everyone is finally finished

Life in this Earth, with hard work thrives 
For world is the body where He lives!

 




Above poem is adapted from the eBook “ALL ARE ONE! ONE IS ALL!! AND OTHER POEMS ON GOD ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam.

Copyright © V.MUTHU MANICKAM | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

God Is Benevolent

God can be vengeful but he's mostly benevolent.
He helps us when we're down, he is magnificent.
God kept one of my relatives safe in Vietnam because of people's prayers.
God will never forsake us and he loves all of us, he truly cares.
It's like the money says, 'In God We Trust'.
God is wonderful and he's always there for us.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Sun Shines on the Righteous

We live in an earthly garden
Some are weeds and some are vines
But each is promised pardon
If we follow the light that shines

The Word of God is light
A lamp unto our feet
Remove it from our sight
We are destined for defeat

A beacon for large and small
Food for thought and soul
We often stumble and fall
But the light forever glows

Each of us are flawed
Perfection is Divine
He shines his light for all
Including the spiritually blind



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Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Abecedarian | |

God

Almighty God
Abba father
King of kings
Lord of lords

Bestow unto me your spirit
Show me your ways
Teach me your truths

Create in my a clean heart
Create a right soul within me
So I may understand your will
So I may preform the tasck
You have appointed me to

Develope in me
The qualities you desire
For those who serve you
May no part of me
Be wasted upon
The ways of this world

Everlasting peace 
Are granted to 
Those who trust you

Forgive me
For my shortcomings
For my mistakes

Grant me pardon
That I may live with you
In glory

Honor and praise
I give you
For you alone are worthy

I am bound by your spirit
With which
Nothing is impossible for me
All can be accomplished

Judge me and try me
I am yours
Fully
Mind
Heart
Soul
Body
Belong to you

Kill the unholy in me
Melt me in the forges of Heaven
Reshape me as you will
Remake me for your pourpose

Love you have shown me
More love than I deserve
Your love is endless
Your love is truly
AMAZING

More love
More passion
I bring to worship you
The well for this
Never runs dry

No more will I run
No more will I hide
I will be in the open
Ready for you

Only you know the depths of my heart
The depths of my soul

Please hear my prayer

Quiet my mind
That I may hear your calling
Quiet my mind 
That I may answer 
Faithfully and true

Rest you give for the faithful
Rest for a weary soul
Rest for a job well done

Study me
Test me
Try me
May I be found
Worthy in your sight

Treat me with kindness
I know I have strayed at times
I have always returned
Help me
That I may stray
No more

Undying love I have for you

Very softly
Very tenderly
You show me where I have gone wrong

Walk with me
Guide me
Show me the paths I must travel

X=cited I am to know you as
Friend
And
Brother

Yearning for your approval
As a child
Seeking such from a loving parent

Zeal and spirit
I praise you with both
As well as
Heart and mind

Copyright © Tony Anderson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet | |

Wasted Angels

Howard Marks and God Almighty
Shared a spliff, and had a whitey
Then had the munchies, and a bong
Annoying Peter with the pong
By which time it was far too late
To frisk young Howard at the gate
God, seeing Peter’s consternation
Outlined the process of creation
How on day three he made the weed
With every other tree and seed
To raise in some, apotheosis
And test some others, with psychosis

Now, Howard’s stash was pretty small
And didn’t last too long at all
So, as he didn’t see the point
Of heaven’s joys without a joint
He got his bong, and skins, and tin
Chucked all the roaches in the bin
And, following a wicked smell
Went wafting off to score, in hell

St. Peter looked above and groaned
As all the angels flew past stoned

by Gail








Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

What Jesus Has Always Wanted

Jesus would love to see many people in churches but now a days many don't even bother.
What Jesus has always wanted is to please his father. 
Since Jesus was created, he has lived to serve The Lord.
He is wonderful and ruling God's Kingdom is his reward.
Jesus wants to please his father and that is what everybody should imitate.
If we strive to please The Lord, it will be something that he will appreciate.
An excellent way that we can please God is to avoid committing sins.
Think about the sinful things you've done and don't repeat them again.
Some times when we're troubled or burdened, we feel like we can't cope.
If we strive to please God, he will make us happy, he is our only hope.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet | |

Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | List | |

Live, Love, Pray

Faith.
Hope.
Love.
Live.
Love.
Pray.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much



Spiritual

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

May the Love of Jesus Touch You


May the Love of Jesus Touch You!

May the love of Jesus bless and touch you!
May his presence be with
 and uplift you!

May the joys of the love make
 you complete!
And touch you, from your
 head to your feet!

May the glory of the lord
 be with and keep you!
His majestic power can really touch you!

May the words that he’s spoken,
touch your spirit!
His mercy and salvation… 
 He freely give it!

May the sweetness of Jesus,
 into your life bring!
His righteousness and beauty!  
Your everything!

May you take some time
 with Jesus in prayer?
How much he loves you! 
 How much he cares!

By Jim Pemberton    07.28.13




Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Strong Tears

Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Strength To Be Yourself

It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,
Amen!

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